Summary: you’re wanda’s most loyal customer in her coffee shop. today, she finds out why, i.e. you give her your phone number on a napkin.
Pairing(s): barista!wanda maximoff x customer!reader
Warnings: cute all around, no smut but alludes to wanda being more dominant, not proofread.
Word Count: ~1.7k
a/n: few notes, reader is in her 3rd year of undergrad so it's like a transfer year or smth. And ik internships usually start in the second year of uni but for plot purposes, it doesn’t. Finance courses usually last abt 4 years, but reader is on an accelerated year-round schedule so it only takes 3. also, she plans on moving to new york after college so thats why she transferred there.
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The first week of your internship was rough. Not only the work aspect, but your transfer to New York, setting up your apartment, and getting your bike stolen definitely contributed to the constant migraine you’ve had on the right side of your head ever since you started. Your apartment was too bare to look at, wallpaper peeling off the edges, the murky blue–muted green color scheme, and the lack of comfortable furniture made you want to spend a majority of your time away from the confines of your studio.
Luckily, you stumbled across a cute little cafe while you were wandering the city, lost on your way to campus. It’s situated in the corner, right where two roads meet. The ambience is nice and the yellow lighting is cozy, but what really draws you in is the pretty barista working the register. She’s got gorgeous, auburn hair and a beautiful smile that follows with a scrunch of her nose when she’s really happy. You gathered this knowledge from the many, many times you walked past the cafe, without ever going in. Too scared, maybe. You can’t even begin to think about how to talk to a woman like that, not that you’ve had much experience.
You spent most of your free time in a bookstore down the street from your apartment. The place had a rustic vibe that you adorned. It also had a reading nook in the corner, decorated in warm yellow—bordering towards orange—fairy lights. You decided to stop by the shop after a long day of listening to your supervisor mansplain how stock works. You didn’t finish the first 2 years of your finance undergraduate to be jaded by an egotistical man thinking that knowing something any highschooler did was impressive. You had just bought a new novel you’d been meaning to start, but free time had been scarce lately. Walking over to your usual spot near the corner, you noticed someone sitting on the sofa by the window. It’s her.
She was out of her usual work apron covered in coffee stains. Instead she wore an oversized brown blazer hung loosely from her shoulders, its soft wool draping past her hips and swallowing her frame just enough to look intentional rather than careless. Beneath it, a fitted ivory turtleneck traced the line of her neck, the bright fabric standing in quiet contrast to the rich, earthy brown of the jacket. The winter cold must be getting to her. You thought about sitting next to her, saying hi, but that’s just wishful thinking. You must’ve been staring because she looked at you—she probably felt you staring holes at her—and gave you a warm smile. You’re not sure what to do, but the polite thing was to smile back. So you did.
You looked away, trying to mind your own business, but you could still feel her eyes on you, studying you, almost. You tried to avoid her gaze, but when your eyes met hers again, just for a second, she closed her book, carrying it tucked between her arm and torso and walked towards you. Up close, she’s somehow even prettier.
Just as you’re mentally preparing for the awkward conversation you’re about to have, she walked next to you, then right past you. She left a trail of fragrance behind, something floral, memorable, and definitely pricey. Gardenia, maybe? It’s lush, intoxicating with a creamy, almost coconut-like sweetness to it.
The next day, after a morning full of lectures, you walked past the cafe again, or you tried to. After seeing her up close, you craved another glimpse of her vibrant green eyes. You eventually walked in after a brief moment of contemplation, the bell at the top of the door chimed. A loud indicator that you have entered. Upon hearing the sound, the woman at the register lifted her head up, almost automatic. She greeted you with a smile, but you figured that that was just customer service 101. Seeing her in her uniform, your eyes landed on the plastic nameplate attached on the upper right side of her work apron.
Wanda.
The name suits her. It’s cozy, but could be elegant. Warm, but carries a rustic charm. She speaks up before you do.
“Hi darling, what can I get for you today?”
“Hi,” you say, voice lower than it would’ve been if you were slightly more confident. “I’ll just take an americano please, but could you add another shot in that?” you ask. You were actually planning to finish your essay on corporate finance, so you needed the extra caffeine.
“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t drink too much coffee. You’ll get jittery,” she teases, nose scrunching like you’ve noticed from all those times you’ve seen her through the window. You wanted to reply, but all you could get out was a small chuckle, head tilting down as you blush when she called you a “pretty thing.”
The rest of the interaction went as expected. Your drink only took a few minutes before it made its way to your hands, warming them in the cool air of the cafe. You carried it to the corner of the room by the window. You’ve always enjoyed working in front of a view, that way when you get bored, you can just look in front of you. You took your laptop out of your shoulder bag, silencing your phone so you had no distractions.Though it doesn't protect you from the most obvious distraction, Wanda.
You were brought out of your trance-like concentration by a soft voice on your left.
“You like corners, huh?” Wanda chuckled out while wiping down the table beside you.
“Sorry?” you replied, taking an earbud out of the ear closest to her to hear better.
“No, it’s just you were in the corner yesterday as well. In the bookstore.” So she did remember you. You weren’t sure how to respond.
“Oh. Yeah, I guess. It’s comfy.” You never really noticed your affinity to corners, but Wanda did. She reached over, leaning her body forward to wipe the surface of the table furthest from her. You would’ve thought she was paying no mind to you if it were not for the hum she made, a sound of acknowledgement.
Wanda doesn’t talk to you the rest of your stay. She probably assumed you were busy, though she did spare you the occasional glance. She took in your focused expression, eyebrows furrowed slightly and nimble fingers typing away. Of course, you didn’t realize, too caught up in your analysis.
You finished up as the sky was turning vermillion, casting an orange light through the windows of the shop. The cafe had gotten quieter since you first entered. You packed up ready to leave, yet your eyes scanned the room, wanting to at least nod a polite goodbye to Wanda before you left. You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when she was nowhere to be seen.
Working at the coffee house was quite nice, so the next day, you returned. Same order, same seat, different project. This time, you were simply drafting a couple emails to professors, mostly about upcoming assignments. You were hoping to be approached by Wanda again today, yet the time never comes. You return for the regular coffee most days of the week. Most days played out the same, you see Wanda, or another barista if she was off, though it was rarely. You order an americano, extra shot, and spend the rest of the time studying for your upcoming midterms.
Today was different. Instead of the regular black coffee, you ordered a maple latte. It was approaching the end of fall, and you deserved a break. The change shocked Wanda a little, but it was obvious that she was glad you were taking a break from the extraneous study schedule.
Business was slow today, and you had barely anything to do so you spent the time slowly sipping your latte and watching the pedestrians walk past. Wanda takes a seat beside you.
“No work today?” she asked, her head turned to face you.
“No work today,” you repeated. You felt less nervous talking to her now, maybe it’s the lack of stress plaguing your mind, or maybe it was her comforting presence. “Hence, the fun drink,” you joked, a small chuckle leaving your lips following suit after you spoke.
Wanda offered you a small smile, the rest of the muscles in her face relaxing. “Good, you were working yourself to the bone nearly everyday. I was thinking of banning you from extra espresso shots.”
She opened her mouth again, as if wanting to say more, unfortunately she was interrupted by the chime of the bell. She stood up to assist the customer. You wanted to ask her out, really, really bad. Knowing you, you probably would’ve stuttered yourself into death by embarrassment before you could utter the words “Will you go out with me?”
So you did what you could. You wrote your phone number with sharpie on a napkin and left it on your table. When Wanda picks it up to clean, she’d see it. You kept the note simple with a “Call me?” right below your number. You left the shop feeling anxious, though a little giddy. All there was left was to wait for her call.
It came sooner than you expected. A sultry voice cut through the line.
“I was wondering when you would ask me out. Was taking so long, I was about to do it myself.” she started. “How about dinner on Thursday?”
“Uhm, yeah. Thursday’s great. Where are we going?” you asked.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Send me your address, I’ll pick you up,” she said, with an assertive tone that you hadn’t heard before. You felt a sudden warmth in your chest at that. If she said that to you in person, she might have seen a sharp rush of blood appearing as a pink hue on your cheeks.
14 years have passed since Hydra took you from your family and began training you into one of their most valuable assets. Now, your first real mission is about to begin. Hydra wants to take the Avengers down once and for all but for that they need the most private information. What starts as a strictly undercover mission quickly turns into a one big mess when Wanda and Natasha cross your path and make you see just how much color the world can truly hold.
Word Count: 8k
Warnings: MDNI, Mostly angst but kinda fluffy too, smut and dom/sub dynamics (later chapters), Slight mentions of abuse, Self-deprecating thoughts? (honestly let me know if I should add anything else)
A/N: Sooo, I literally started writing this thing in fucking NOVEMBER and I still haven’t managed to finish it. I initially promised myself I would post it once it’s finished but I haven’t had the motivation to do so, so I figured that I might as well post the beginning and see if people even like it and if its even worth finishing. So, I hope you enjoy it<3
It was meant to be an easy mission, nothing too much to handle. They had an extensive meeting about the mission, one more quick briefing before they left the compound, and yet, the Avengers were not prepared for the ambush.
Supposedly, an independent criminal organization was causing trouble across the city, and no one managed to stop them yet, so the Avengers were asked to help. It was unusual, having to resort to the Avengers for such a trivial issue, they were all aware of it, but they decided not to question it.
What they weren’t aware of was that the so-called ‘organization’ was in fact Hydra, and the request for help came from them as well. It was an undercover mission, an ambush, the whole thing orchestrated to lure them out.
From what they knew, there were about 15 rogue civilians to deal with, but once the squad got there all hell broke loose. Masses of armed soldiers attacked them, the number of people significantly higher than they anticipated and they quickly got overwhelmed.
And that’s where you came in. Hydra wanted to take the Avengers down for good, but for that they needed someone on the inside, so they came up with a plan that involved you joining the Avengers and living with them at the compound. The thing was, you couldn’t just show up at their doors and ask them to join, which is why this whole thing was organized. It was meant to give you a way in. Help them, show them what you’re capable of, and hope that they take you in.
You were waiting for your cue, hiding behind the rubble of a collapsed building. Your hands shook slightly from the stress. This was an important mission, and if you failed to deliver there would be hell to pay. On top of that, this was your first mission out in the field. They needed someone that wasn’t known, someone that the Avengers didn’t have on their radar, which is why you were chosen. They trusted you to get the job done, because even though you haven’t had much experience, you were one of their most valuable assets. You were not only a highly trained killer, you could also easily blend in, both of which were needed.
You heard a commotion very close to where you were hiding, which snapped you out of your thoughts. When you peeked out you saw Clint on the ground, his bow discarded, and a soldier standing above him. You knew this was your moment, and there was no time to hesitate as you came out of hiding. You took the soldier by surprise, one second he was about to kill Clint and the next he was falling to the ground, body limp and his neck twisted. Quick and easy move, with deadly consequences.
You stared at Clint, his eyes wide in shock, you reached down, offering him a hand as you checked up on him. “You good?” He nodded and accepted your help. He stood tall as he padded your back. “Insane move, kid. Thanks.”
You stared at the body of the dead soldier, he was one of your own, though you’ve never met him. There were a lot of people that worked with Hydra, but you still felt a sting in your chest. You just took someone’s life. It wasn’t the first time, killing was not only part of the job you had to do for them, it was also a part of their extensive training, but it was never easy for you. You never wanted to kill people, to cause harm.
“Come on, we need to move.” Said Clint, which brought you back to the present. You nodded and followed him. You fought your way through, mindlessly killing anyone that was in your way. The cruelty didn’t make you flinch nearly as much as it should, you knew you had to detach yourself from this, otherwise you would completely break. As you continued through the streets you met some of the other Avengers, and you saw their confused stares, but there was no time for questions. You still had a job that needed to be done.
You didn’t see Wanda or Natasha until all the fighting was over and you all gathered at the meeting point. Those two were the ones you were the most anxious to meet. They seemed nice in the pictures you’ve seen, but everything you’ve ever heard about them was always heavily censored by Hydra, meaning that as far as you knew, Wanda was a deadly witch, and Natasha was a merciless spy and assassin. Both cold-blooded murderers, who never hesitated to kill.
You stared at the damage around you, your eyes landing on another dead soldier near you. This one you recognized, you never really talked, as keeping any kind of relations at Hydra was not common, but you saw him around often, he was in charge of training younger soldiers, much younger than you. You heard the stories about him, how he never hesitated to raise his hand if anyone dared to disobey, no matter who they were. He was cruel and soulless, and yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling of nausea blooming inside of you.
“Quite the punch you’ve got there, kid.” Said Clint, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You stared at him, and he noticed a sort of a haunted look in your eyes. It took him back a bit, but he just thought it must’ve been the aggression of what just happened. It didn’t occur to him that there might have been more to it. That what just happened awakened all the horrors you went through. His expression softened though, his words careful as he asked you, “you’ve got anywhere to go?”
You shook your head hesitantly. “No, uhm, not really.”
They all shared a concerned look, an awkward silence settling among the group. You briefly thought they were going to send you away. After all, you were not their problem, you were just a lost girl that they stumbled upon. You were about to tell them that it was okay, but a voice suddenly interrupted you.
It was Tony, asking you if you would like to come with them. That was the moment your act began as you gave him a hesitant shrug and asked in an uneven voice. “Go where?”
“To the compound, that’s where we stay. You could come stay with us, we could certainly use your skills.” He clarified, and you shrugged. “I wouldn’t wanna bother…”
Tony shook his head immediately, waving his hands in a dismissive manner. “Nonsense, we’ve got more than enough space. Come on, kid. What do you say? You just saved our asses. It’s the least we can do.”
After a moment of silence you nodded, rather reluctantly. “Then…I guess, yeah. Thank you.”
Tony smiled as he padded your back cheerfully, keeping his hand on your back as he led you to the quinjet. You stared in awe, completely taken back, which Tony noticed and smirked. “Pretty impressive, huh?”
You passed by the two women as you continued walking, the eye contact was brief, too brief to really catch anything, but it still sparked a weird feeling inside of you. A feeling you couldn’t quite describe.
They’re just scary. You told yourself.
You all made your way inside, and you sat as far away from them as you physically could. You didn’t like whatever feeling it was that they were awaking in you. It was scary and distracting, and you had a job to do here. You couldn’t afford to mess it all up.
The mood was light among the group, despite the violence that you’ve all witnessed. You were shocked to see them all be so friendly with one another. With Hydra it was just work, impersonal and cold, no friends, no warm hugs and smiles, just work. Here it seemed as if they’ve been not just colleagues but also friends, almost a family.
Everyone mostly left you be, not wanting to overwhelm you with useless questions. Only Clint asked you once if you were doing okay and handed you a bottle of water, which you appreciated. For the majority of the time you just kept to yourself, occasionally observing them.
But then came the question of where you learned to fight like that, and you were ready, you had the perfect story Hydra gave you. Even fake files, everything was flawless. Almost too flawless. You saw Natasha’s frown when you glanced at her briefly. She was suspicious. It made sense, she was a spy after all. You didn’t let her rattle you though. You kept answering, maintaining the persona Hydra set up for you.
“I, uhh, I did martial arts as a kid…but now, I-, I try to make some extra money by fighting…” you explained.
“Fighting?” Asked Tony, the confusion was obvious in his facial expression.
“Like illegal underground fighting, you know people bet, watch you get beat up for fun. On a good day, I can make some decent money” You clarified, your voice insecure, aware how shitty it sounded.
“So, that’s how you make money?” Clint asked, concern clear on his face, to which you nodded. “Uhh, I mean, I also do waitressing. That doesn’t make me a lot of money, though.”
Clint nodded in understanding, but the concern was still very clear. “And you said you didn’t really have a place to stay, right? So where have you been until now?”
“In different places…mostly hostels though. I don’t make enough money to afford something permanent.” You said, your shrug meant to be indifferent, as if you were okay with how your life has been going, but it was clear you were struggling. If only they knew. You were hoping you’ve been convincing so far, and based on their facial expressions, it looked like you were.
Their faces were full of pity, sad that someone as young as you had to go through life like this. Tony followed up, their questions suddenly relentless. “What about your parents?”
“Dead,” you said as you looked away, “they died when I was 14, I had different foster parents since then, none of them were very good. I ran away the second I turned 18.”
“How old are you now?” Wanda asked, which caught your attention. Neither her nor Natasha have said anything to you since you met. You looked at her properly this time, and answered. “22.”
She nodded, her face a mix of worry and sorrow. You felt like a lost kitten, with the way she looked at you. You felt that feeling again, the one you couldn’t explain before, and you looked away again, that unexplainable fear sparking again.
They left you alone after that as they resumed their previous conversation, but even then you still felt someone constantly looking at you, observing you. You tried your hardest to ignore it, but the persistent stares kept unsettling you. You gathered the courage to finally look up after a while and that’s when you finally looked at Natasha. This time the eye contact wasn’t brief, it was in fact too long to be considered casual, but it was not friendly in any way. Her eyes were cold, and you felt a shiver run down your spine, in that moment you felt as if she completely saw through you. It wasn’t just guarded, but borderline uninviting, and completely different to Wanda.
The way Wanda looked at you was careful, but not hostile, her warmth unhidden. Unlike Natasha’s. You looked down again, losing the silent fight for power. Something in her attitude, though you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, told you to let her win, to obey her. Maybe it was the years of continued abuse at the hands of Hydra, where submission was expected and forced if not given freely. For the majority of your life the power over what you did was in the hands of others, maybe that was why you didn’t challenge Natasha, you just weren’t used to it.
You were exhausted and desperately wanted to doze off, but you did not feel safe enough to do something like that around so many people you didn’t even know. You were hoping that it wouldn’t take much longer to the compound, and thankfully, your prayers were heard as a few minutes later Tony announced you’ve arrived.
You all made your way out of the quinjet, everyone moved slowly, their steps carefree and unhurried. You were once again taken back by how peaceful the mood was, while you were internally crashing. Perhaps it was the stress of the day, the importance of your mission working out, but now that it was somewhat over you went into overdrive, too overwhelmed to function properly. You were the last one to walk out, and no one spared you any more looks, not even the two women, which you were grateful for. It felt like both of them had some supernatural power to see through your act, and you were sure they would immediately notice that something was off with you.
Once you stepped outside you were met with Tony, who gave you a bright smile. “Come on, I’ll quickly show you around and walk you to your room. I imagine you’re exhausted right now, but you’ll need a medical check up tomorrow. Just to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks.” You said and followed Tony. You really didn’t catch a lot of what he was showing you, too out of it to really pay attention. You briefly remember seeing the kitchen, but if anyone asked you where it was, you wouldn’t know the answer. And finally, after all the walking, and Tony’s endless albeit nice talking, you were standing in front of a door to a room that would now be yours.
“Aaand this is where you’re going to stay,” he said ceremoniously as he opened the door and let you in. “There’s a bathroom and everything, so you should be all set.”
You nodded in understanding and gave him a smile that you hoped conveyed the gratefulness you felt in the moment, despite the exhaustion. Maybe the reason you were here was not genuine but your appreciation for their generosity wasn’t fake. After all, they could’ve left you on the side of the street. And yet, they didn’t.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it, get some rest, kid.” He said at last and left, closing the door behind him. You let out a heavy sigh as the door finally clicked shut and sank down on a chair by a desk, letting yourself rest for a moment.
It was only a few moments later that someone knocked on your door, and you had to stop the groan that threatened to escape. You wanted peace and quiet, and yet you couldn’t get it for whatever reason.
You stood up and opened the door. “Yeah?” You didn’t bother to hide the tiredness in your voice, which you regretted immediately when you saw who was standing there.
Wanda.
Wanda with a whole pile of clothes in her hands.
“Hey, sorry. I don’t want to disturb you, but I figured you could use some clothes?” She said, a small smile adoring her face. The words got stuck in your throat as you stared at her in disbelief. It wasn’t that great of a gesture, but it was the fact that she thought of you. Thought of how you didn’t have any clothes besides the ones you were wearing, and went out of her way to help you.
You weren’t sure if she noticed the look of surprise on your face, but nevertheless, she did not comment on it, she only extended her arms a bit more, signaling for you to take the clothes. You cleared your throat and grabbed the stuff carefully, your voice small, “uh, thank you, really. That’s very kind of you.”
She waved her hands dismissively and shook her head. “It's no big deal. Get some rest.”
“Thank you. You too.” You said as she slowly started to walk away and closed the door. You stared at the clothes in your hands, there were a few shirts, a pair of sweatpants, shorts and a nice oversized hoodie. You threw it all on the chair you were sitting on, grabbing the hoodie and shorts to change into and headed towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was pretty spacious, and you took your time to take it all in. At Hydra you had shared bathrooms, everything small and dirty, a clear sign that you were undeserving of any luxury, or just basic human decency for that matter. Not here though, here everything was clean and new, clearly untouched by anyone. It was such a small detail, and yet it touched you more than it should.
You went through the cabinets, looking for towels. There wasn't too much stuff, but you were fortunate enough to find a basket with some much needed essentials. You grabbed the shower gel and shampoo, ignoring the other stuff you saw there and kept rummaging. The next cabinet you opened had towels and you signed in relief, happy you didn’t need to go find someone to give you a towel. You’ve had enough for the day, and all you wanted to do was clean yourself up and go to bed.
The towel was soft in your hands, the material unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you briefly wondered if everything here was just so much better than at Hydra. So far it seemed that way, and you felt a sting of envy stir within you. It just wasn’t fair, these people got to have the best of the best, meanwhile you got the bare minimum. Just enough to not complain, and even then, it was not like you could complain. Complaining meant punishment, and that was one thing everyone desperately wanted to avoid at Hydra.
You shook your head, hoping to also shake off the unwanted thoughts as well and put the towel and the clothes within arms reach of the shower. You didn’t take your time when it came to undressing, you were exhausted and all you could think about was bed, so you quickly took off your clothes and threw them in the corner to be dealt with later.
You stepped into the shower and that was the moment you were faced with another issue. You had no idea how to turn it on, the system entirely different compared to what you’ve seen before. You pressed a few buttons and hoped for the best, and at last you felt a stream of cold water hit your back. You didn’t flinch, cold water was not unfamiliar to you, it was in fact all you’ve ever known.
You were quick with it, swiftly scrubbing your skin of any dirt and thoroughly washing your hair. Turning off the water was much easier than turning it on, and once you did that you stepped out and reached for the towel. You dried yourself off and put on the clothes, the hoodie completely swallowing you.
You made your way to the bed and laid down under the covers, letting out a sign of relief at finally being able to rest. The mattress was soft, almost cloud-like and the covers were fluffy, but just heavy enough to make you feel comfortable. You closed your eyes hoping to get that rest you so desperately craved, and yet all you could do was toss and turn, any sleep completely avoiding you.
It felt wrong, being here, talking to these people, using their space, when at the end of the day you were going to betray them. Use them for information and run away. Guilt gnawed at you, your brain unable to turn off.
In the end, despite how comfortable and exhausted you were, you ended up being in and out of sleep the entire night. Falling asleep only to wake up moments later, your sleep just as restless as your mind was.
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The first couple of days were rough for you, especially since you were never quite good at adapting to new places and people. You barely left your room, and when you did, you tried to not run into anyone, somehow feeling even more anxious than you did when you first arrived. The kitchen was a place you avoided all together, considering someone was constantly there.
Maybe it wasn’t smart to isolate yourself from everyone so much, especially since your job here was to gather information, but you had a role to play. An orphan that moved from one cheap apartment that was barely standing to another and made her money in illegal fighting rinks. No friends, no family, and barely any money. So, it made sense for a girl with a backstory like this to distance herself from other people, those people being strangers no less.
It just so happened that the role you were playing here happened to be exactly what you’ve done if you were here for yourself. And it’s not like anyone from Hydra was physically here to see what you were doing, so you decided you were going to give yourself a couple days of peace before you started snooping around like you were meant to.
You ran into Clint twice since you got here, but your interactions were brief since he was constantly in a hurry, for some unknown reason. You also saw Tony once, while you were wandering around, and despite his best efforts to talk your ear off, you excused yourself before it could get to that stage.
No one made an effort to check up on you personally though, your room quiet since Wanda came to give you clothes. The same ones you were currently wearing. It made you a bit sad, you were hoping that maybe someone would stop by, just to ask you if you were doing okay. Go out of their way to do something nice. But on the other hand you were happy you were left alone, that meant no explaining yourself, no pretending. Just a fake illusion of peace in a room that was yours but at the same time wasn’t.
You weren’t sure how you felt about not seeing Wanda and Natasha. It was a strange mix of relief and longing. There was something in them that drew you close, but at the same time you constantly felt that bundle of anxiety whenever they talked to you or looked at you.
You found yourself thinking about them while you were hiding in your room. It has already been 4 days since you arrived. Similarly, it has been 4 days since you ate anything. You already felt weird being here, but walking into the kitchen and taking food that was not yours felt like a line you just simply couldn’t cross. You didn’t think anyone noticed though. After all, they were all busy, it wasn’t their job to look after you and make sure you were okay.
Wanda did notice though, and so did Natasha but she didn’t care about it nearly as much as Wanda seemingly did. That was exactly why Wanda found herself convincing, or more like arguing with Natasha to have breakfast with you after not seeing you for those 4 days.
They were both going through their morning routine, when Wanda decided to bring it up. Natasha was already done and waiting for her girlfriend to finish getting ready, sitting on the bed and mindlessly scrolling through her phone.
“You know, I was thinking,” said Wanda as she was brushing her hair, looking at Natasha through a mirror, though she just gave her a mindless hum while her eyes stayed the screen, “it might be nice to ask her to have breakfast with us.”
This caught Natasha’s attention, and she abruptly raised her head to look at her girlfriend, her eyes full of confusion. “Who? The new girl?”
“You know, she has a name, no need to call her ‘the new girl’.” Said Wanda as she rolled her eyes and continued. “And yes, she doesn’t really have anyone here, she could probably use some company,” said Wanda casually, as she shrugged her shoulders, while Natasha’s stance was anything but casual, her posture tense, clearly signaling her discomfort with the idea. “And that’s why we should have breakfast with her?”
Wanda nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, not noticing how appalled by the idea her girlfriend was. “Yeah, she’s all alone here, it’s a nice thing to do. And I want to get to know her more.”
“Okay? That’s not my issue though. And neither it’s yours.” Said Natasha, her eyebrows raised in a disapproving manner.
Wanda let out an exasperated breath and turned around to look at her girlfriend directly, choosing to change tactics, “You know, she’s even younger than I was when I first got here, love.”
“And how exactly is that my problem?”
“She probably finds it scary here. I know I did.” This only earned her an eyeroll from Natasha, but she wasn’t willing to give up. “Come on, Nat. I haven’t seen her around since she got here. I’m kind of concerned.”
Natasha gave her a skeptical look. “Concerned? You don’t even know her.”
“Neither do you.” Shot Wanda back.
“I just don’t have a good feeling about her. This whole thing smells fishy. The way she just showed up when we needed help? Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound suspicious. For all we know this could be some sort of set up.” Said Natasha as she crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows in a disapproving manner. But then she continued, her next words stubborn in an almost childish way. “And I think it’s weird how she’s keeping to herself.”
Wanda couldn’t stop herself from letting out a chuckle, finding her girlfriend’s words ridiculous. “Oh, come on. She’s not a threat, she’s just scared and alone. We both know what that feels like.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, unwilling to admit that Wanda’s words were actually getting to her. “Okay? She can hang out with Tony, he seems to like her.”
Wanda mimicked her gesture, rolling her eyes in a similar manner, her words carrying a final tone. “One breakfast.”
Natasha didn’t agree right away, and a moment of silence settled between them. But Natasha was a weak, weak woman when it came to Wanda, and she found herself agreeing despite her reluctance. “Fine, but I don’t trust her.”
Wanda beamed, and she stepped closer to stand directly in front of Natasha. She wrapped her arms around Natasha’s neck, resting her elbows on her shoulders. When she raised her head she saw the victorious smile on Wanda’s face, clearly happy with getting her way. She wrapped her hand around Wanda’s waist, giving it a gentle squeeze, the gesture natural. “And you don’t have to, I’m not asking you for that,” said Wanda as she leaned down and gave Natasha a small peck on the lips. “Just give her a chance, will you?”
So, that was how, half an hour later, they found themselves knocking on your door. Wanda carried a soft smile, while Natasha looked like she was ready to kill. That was the first thing you saw when you opened the door, Natasha’s murderous look, and you had to stop yourself from immediately closing the door again from how much it scared you.
It was Wanda who spoke though, her voice was gentle, and it somehow managed to soothe the anxiety Natasha left behind. “Hey, we were wondering if you would like to join us for breakfast?”
You shook your head, unsure if you heard her right. “I’m sorry, what?”
Wanda laughed at your confused reaction, and in that moment you decided it was your absolute favorite sound in the world, so melodic and soft you almost melted. “You know, breakfast? With us? We haven’t seen you around that much, we thought it might be nice for you to get out a bit.”
You grimaced. “I, uh, I’m not sure, I really wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Ah, come on, we wouldn’t be asking if we didn’t want you there.” Wanda said, her voice sincere, but you couldn’t help but glance at Natasha, clearly skeptical.
“Don’t mind her, she frowns by default.” Wanda said, as she saw you look Natasha’s way, clearly unmoved by her girlfriend’s scowl.
Natasha just rolled her eyes, deciding not to comment. “Look, I’m hungry, are you coming or not?”
You weren’t sure if it was the look she gave you or the tone of her voice but you found yourself nodding without even realizing it. Her whole attitude was stern, and it was clear that she was used to things going her way. Wanda was the same, at least from what you observed so far, but she seemed more like the type to coax you into agreeing with sweet words and smiles. Meanwhile, Natasha used stern looks and firm words to get her way, her attitude clearly strict.
Both made you feel a certain type of way, but that wasn’t something you were willing to unpack right now, or at all.
Wanda smiled brightly when she saw you nod, and she didn’t waste time in grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you out the door. “Come on, then. I’m making pancakes, do you like them?”
“Uhh, I’ve never had them actually, but I mean, they do look good.” You said sheepishly as you glanced at Wanda, who was walking by your side. Natasha was a couple steps behind you, seemingly taking her time despite claiming she was hungry.
Wanda gave you a surprised look, genuinely baffled that you’ve never had something as classic as pancakes. “Really? How have you never had them?”
You shrugged your shoulders and spoke. “Well, my foster parents weren’t really the type of parents to have a family breakfast full of love with you, and my parents worked a lot, they just didn’t have time to make me breakfast.”
You saw the flash of sadness in Wanda’s eyes, and you were immediately hit with the guilt from lying to them again, but she quickly flashed you a smile and spoke. “Well, then, prepare yourself for the absolute best breakfast of your life.”
You let out a giggle at the determination in her words, absolutely sure you were going to love whatever she was going to give you. A comfortable silence settled between the three of you, the sound of steps echoing as you walked through the compound.
Although, it seemed like Wanda was eager to fill that silence no matter what. “Like the clothes?” She asked as she gave a cheeky smile, not missing how you were entirely dressed in her clothes. The look you gave her was nothing short of shy, clearly flustered. “I-, yeah, they’re really nice. I promise I’ll give them back soon, I just need to go get some of my own.”
“Hey, it’s okay, no rush, keep them for as long as you want to. I don’t mind.” She said, her voice soothing the quiet storm in your mind, and you gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
Once you all made it to the kitchen Wanda immediately went to the fridge, taking out the ingredients, while Natasha got started on making coffee.
You stood next to Wanda, unsure what to do. “Do you need help?”
She shook her head and nodded to the stools by the kitchen island. “No, it’s okay, I’ve got it, just go sit.”
“Okay.” You said as you moved to sit down. Natasha briefly turned around to look at you, “want coffee?”
“Yes, please.” You breathed out, desperately needing one. She gave you a nod and turned back to the machine, making an extra cup for you.
You watched them move around the kitchen, smoothly working together to prepare breakfast. It was fascinating, how easily they read one another, how they knew what the other was about to do, you could clearly see how this was something they’ve done dozens of times before, and you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. You wished you had someone like they had each other, someone with whom you could do something as simple as making breakfast.
You’ve never been in a relationship, which makes sense, you’ve spent the past 14 years of your life with Hydra, there was no space to date. No one there dated, and if they did, they never talked about it. The only couple you ever saw was your parents, and even that wasn’t an exemplary example, but if it weren’t for them, you probably would’ve never known what a relationship even is. That was how guarded your life was at Hydra.
“So,” started Wanda, which snapped you out of your thoughts, “I haven’t seen you leave your room like, at all, since you came. Are you constantly cooped up there or are you just a vampire and leave when we all sleep?” You could hear the slight concern in her voice even though she tried to mask it with humor, and it made you curious. Why would she be concerned about you?
The laugh you let out was honest, but it was still carrying a touch of unspoken heaviness. “Well, I guess, I’m just still getting used to this place.”
“I get that, I also didn’t get out that much when I first came here, if it weren’t for Natasha I think I still would've been stuck in that room.” Said Wanda, her voice full of understanding, but that wasn’t what caught your attention. “How long have you been here?”
Wanda thought for a second before responding, momentarily stopping her movements. “A little over five years. Miss grumpy over here has been here for longer. Like 7 years now, I think?”
“I’m not grumpy.” Murmured Natasha, but her tone said something else. Wanda was quick to respond. “Sure, you just frown for fun, huh?”
The eyeroll Natasha gave her was small, but it did not hide her frustration one bit. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way the couple bickered so effortlessly. You found it endearing how they just kept going back and forth, Wanda somehow never getting discouraged by Natasha’s grumpy nature.
“Oh well, that really beats the 4 days I’ve spent here.” You murmured, faking annoyance. Somehow, the way they interacted with you and between themselves eased you enough to let go of some of the anxiety you felt, letting your guard down a bit.
“Have you been together this whole time?” You asked carefully, not able to stop yourself, too curious to know more about the two women. You found yourself wondering what they were like when no one was watching. What did they talk about? Did they hold hands when they went for a walk? Did they cuddle? If they did, who held who? Did they have nicknames for each other? What were they like in bed-
And that’s enough.
“Kind of, we got together 3 months after we met.” She said as you watched her pour the dough into the pan. Gratitude filled you as you realized she wasn’t looking your way, because if she did, she would, without a doubt, notice the blush on your face, your thoughts leaving you a flustered mess.
Natasha noticed though, as she placed a cup of coffee in front of you and sat down as well. You gave her a small smile, only glancing at her momentarily and murmured, “thanks.” She frowned when she saw your reddened cheeks, unsure where that came from. She turned her attention back to Wanda and mumbled. “And she’s been annoying me ever since.”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it, love.” Said Wanda as she gave Natasha a cheeky wink, but her girlfriend just rolled her eyes and murmured while taking a sip of her coffee. “I don’t.”
Wanda laughed as she turned to look at you, her words both honest and full of humor. “As you can see, we’re very in love.”
“That must be nice.” You meant for the words to sound more lighthearted than sad, but somehow the sorrow didn’t get lost on either of them. Wanda tilted her head in curiosity, asking carefully, “you’ve never been in love?”
“Not really, no. But it’s fine, I just always kind of wondered what it was like.” You explained, trying to keep your jealousy at bay. They didn’t need to know how much you craved the feeling of being loved by someone, it wasn’t their problem.
“It’s very exciting at first, because it’s something new and you’re just getting to know someone, but over time it settles and it becomes kind of…calming in a way? At one point you just get to know them completely, there is nothing more to discover, no quirks to get used to, and you just exist together. Go through life together. It’s not so exciting anymore, but not in a bad way, it’s just comfortable.” You listened as Wanda spoke, clearly referencing her relationship with Natasha, because when you glanced sideways, you saw the tiny smile adoring Natasha’s lips, and you couldn’t help but smile as well. For the first time, you didn’t find Natasha scary, the smile completely softening her features, and for a second you wished she would smile at you like that too.
“That sounds very beautiful.” You said as you finally mustered the courage to look up, and saw the gentleness in Wanda’s eyes. “It is beautiful, and one day you’ll get to experience it too.”
You heard the determination in her voice, but there was something else too, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It almost sounded as if she knew something you didn’t, but you decided not to dwell on it too much.
“So, what do you guys even do around here?” You asked, both curious and also because you couldn’t keep stalling the inevitable, you were meant to get information here, not make friends.
“Lots of things, we train, prepare for missions, test weapons. Tony is constantly working on something or throwing parties no one asked for. And if not that then we just chill or hang out together.” Explained Wanda, though you couldn’t help but notice the reluctance on Natasha’s face. You wondered what that was about.
Did she know something?
“You already have experience with that, huh? Training, fighting…” Asked Natasha, the suspicion in her voice clear as day, as if she was trying to catch you in a lie, but you were ready to answer any questions they might have.
“Yeah, what was that about, the illegal fighting?” Wanda added, but unlike Natasha, her voice didn’t carry the same suspicion, only quiet concern.
“I told you, I can make decent money on a good night.” You shrugged.
Natasha fixed you with a firm look and asked. “Why did you never get a normal job?”
“I did waitressing on the side, but that barely made me enough money to afford groceries. Those fights were the only reason I didn’t have to sleep on a bench in a park. Though, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t close to that.”
“God.” Sighed Wanda, obviously not pleased with what she was hearing. “What about something else?”
“Well, let’s just say I’m not really qualified for anything else, I never finished school. I dropped out in my last year of high school.” You said with a shrug.
“What?!” Wanda turned away from the stove to look at you, her eyes full of shock.
You sighed, prepared for the lecture that was sure to follow. “I know, I know. It was stupid and irresponsible decision, I’ve heard it all before.”
“So, why did you do it?” Natasha asked, giving you a raised eyebrow, though this time her face expression didn’t scream suspicion. It seemed more like a disapproval, the kind of look a mother would give you if you brought home a bad grade.
You looked back down before responding, staring into your cup, somehow feeling like she was scolding you with her eyes. “My foster parents...they weren’t very good. Never took care of me. I had to work throughout high school so I could afford food, because they refused to give me any of theirs. When I started my senior year I was one month away from turning 18, they told me they expected me out of the house by then. I tried to go to school and work, but it just wasn’t working, school was taking up most of my time and I just couldn’t afford to pay rent with how little I was working.” You explained, hoping you were believable, this was the most crucial moment of your mission. If they believed you now, everything would go smoothly, and the mission would be successful. You took a breath and continued talking. “So, I dropped out. I told myself it was just temporary, that I’ll work hard and save up enough to go back to school. Well, as you can see, that didn’t really work out.”
“Oh, god, that is so awful, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” Murmured Wanda, but you didn’t really catch anything except for the ‘sweetheart’. You were sure your brain short-circuited for a moment. No one has ever called you anything like that, not your parents and definitely not anyone at Hydra. It sounded so sweet and you found yourself wishing she would call you that again.
You couldn’t help but notice the mild look of surprise on Natasha’s face, almost as if she was as taken back by the pet name as you were. She cleared her throat and spoke. “Do you want to go back to school?”
The shrug you gave her might have come across as careless, but you just weren’t sure, or at least that was what you tried to convey. “I guess? I really don’t like calling myself a high school dropout, but I never really considered going back either, I barely make ends meet, so it just wasn’t an option for a really long time. But it would be nice to finally finish it.”
“Well, you still can. Now that you’re here you would have enough time for it.” Said Wanda as she finally finished cooking and set a plate stacked with pancakes in the middle of the table. They smelled delicious, and looked like they were from a movie, but you didn’t reach for them right away. You weren’t sure how they were actually meant to be eaten, but you were also waiting for them to start, feeling like you needed permission before you could proceed. That was also one of the things that Hydra installed in you, mealtimes were just another tool to manipulate and torture, to bend children to their will.
The look you gave her was nothing short of skeptical. “I don’t know, it took me 4 days to get to the kitchen. Going back to school seems kind of impossible right now.”
“Hey, there’s no rush. You don’t have to go back at all, if you don’t feel like it, but the offer is on the table.” Said Wanda as she finally sat down, but she didn’t sit down next to Natasha like you expected her to. No, instead she sat down to your other side, metaphorically trapping you between them. It should’ve felt suffocating, to have both of them at your side, but instead you felt a strange wave of safety wash over you.
“And so are these pancakes, so eat. I didn’t spend all that time behind a stove for nothing.” Wanda added and motioned for you to take some.
You gave her a sheepish look, trying to hide your embarrassment. “Okay, this is going to sound extremely embarrassing but I actually have no idea how to eat these.” You said, hiding your face in your hands, but then you heard a laugh, one that definitely did not belong to Wanda. When you peaked out you saw Natasha laughing, but you could tell she was not trying to mock you, it was the type of laugh you let out when a baby does something silly. You blushed even harder at this and hid your face once again, but you let out a small giggle as well.
“Love, stop laughing.” Wanda said, though she couldn’t stop herself from smiling as well.
Natasha's laugh died down, now more of a chuckle. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen someone look so stressed over pancakes.”
You pointed exasperatedly on all the stuff that was on the table with the pancakes, the chocolate spread, the jam, the whipped cream and the fresh fruit and whined dramatically. “There’s a lot of stuff here, it’s stressing me out!”
Wanda let out a laugh too, finding your dilemma absolutely endearing. She took your plate and put a couple of pancakes on it, then she put a bit of butter on top and poured a generous amount of maple syrup over it.
“Here, this is how people typically eat it.” She said as she set the plate back in front of you. “I like to put chocolate spread and fruit on it too, Nat finds it disgusting.”
“That’s because it is. It’s sweet enough that even a toddler would refuse to eat it.” Grumbled Natasha.
“Try it like this, and next time I make them you can try them differently, see what you like.” Said Wanda, while effectively ignoring Natasha’s not so nice comment.
“Thank you.” You smiled and took a bite. You didn’t even manage to swallow before you raised your head in surprise, not expecting them to taste so good. “Good, huh?” Smiled Wanda.
You took your time before responding, not wanting to be impolite. “I think this is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart.”
That damn word again.
You kept your gaze on your plate, trying not to overthink. For a moment, the only sound filling the silence in the room was just the cutlery scraping against the plates. Surprisingly, Natasha was the one to fill in the silence this time. “We need to hurry, we have training in an hour and I don’t want to train with a full stomach.”
“When do I start training?” You asked curiously, and Natasha raised her eyebrows as she asked. “Did you have the medical?”
You nodded proudly, almost as if you were a kid that did their homework before their parents told them to, and Natasha nodded in approval. “Then we can start on Monday."
“We?” You asked in confusion, but Natasha was quick to answer. “Yes, we. I will be training you.”
“Oh.”
“Got a problem with that?” She asked, though there was no actual malice in her words, she was just teasing you, but you were still quick to defend yourself. “No, no, of course not. Just surprised.”
Natasha smiled at your response, a hint of challenge in her eyes, clearly having fun teasing you. She was about to say something when Wanda interrupted her with a stern look. “Love, stop winding her up.”
Natasha just raised her hands in surrender. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Sure.” Mumbled Wanda.
The rest of the breakfast continued peacefully, both women making effort in filling the silence, either by bickering or asking you questions. You actually had a very nice time, and when both of them stood up to go get ready for training you found yourself wishing for the breakfast to last forever.
Maybe Wanda noticed the longing in your eyes, or maybe she actually enjoyed your company, you weren’t sure, but before you all went your separate ways she looked at you and asked. “Want to do this again tomorrow?”
You nodded immediately, not only because of how gentle her voice was or because of how charmingly she smiled, but because you couldn’t physically wait to spend more time with the two women again.
“Yeah, this was really nice. Thank you.” You said appreciatively.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Said Wanda, giving you one last look before retreating back to their room.
“See you around, malyshka.” Said Natasha and turned around to follow her girlfriend. You tilted your head curiously, wondering what the word meant. You considered asking her, but she was too far away, so you just shrugged and went to your room, feeling so much better than you did these past 4 days.
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I only very briefly went through it before posting, so if there are any mistakes, my apologies:)
Summary: Grief and anger tip Wanda and you into a messy, charged first time together where your stepdaughter uses you to cope. And the two of you cross a line that can never be uncrossed.
Pairing: Stepdaughter Wanda Maximoff x Stepmom Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags/Warnings: 18+ fauxcest/stepcest, smut, dubcon-ish, toxic emotional dynamics, grief/loss, parental issues, alcohol intox, harsh and mean Wanda, jealousy, Sigmund Freud and I are having blood compact
Request: How did Wanda and r's first time happen?
Author's Note: This is a compensation because I can't post The Assessment fic just yet, I promise, I am looking for a way. And pls if anyone knows how I can post 14k words here without Tumblr cockblocking it unless y'all don't want this fic to never see the light of the day.
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You repeat it to yourself like a mantra: I'm not gonna bother her anymore. I'm not gonna try to please her, or earn her trust. Never again. It's not working, it's never going to work, and you're tired of hurting both of you.
But the words don't stick. After your husband slapped her, you can't stop thinking about how Wanda flinched, the way she stared at his father like she didn't recognize him. You talked to him that night after and said that what he did was unforgivable. He sighs and says he was just protecting you—that her daughter was out of line.
You tell him you didn't need protection. You'd rather him protect her than you—Wanda's his daughter. And she's hurt, grieving, and he hit her instead of listening. He doesn't say anything back and the silence that settles between you is heavier than any fight. The argument simmers until your husband grabs his keys and says he's going out. You're left alone in your shared bedroom, the half-washed dinner dishes still piled in the sink, and every thought circles right back to your stepdaughter.
You'd told yourself you'd never bother her again, that you'd keep your distance and never try to win her over. But your feet carry you down the hall anyway, your throat tight with worry you can't push down. Your knuckles brush the wood just as you realize the door's already cracked open a few inches, and you push it slow, peering inside. You half expected it to be empty, figured she'd snuck out to the club like the neighbors keep whispering about your stepdaughter who's always out drinking. Instead, she's laying on her bed.
The room smells like her lavender perfume and cheap cigarette smoke.
Her eyes blaze when she sees you in her doorway, shoulders hunched defensive like she's ready to throw you out.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she muttered harshly as she quickly stood.
You hold your hands up slowly, like you're calming a spooked animal and took one small step further into the room, keeping your voice soft.
"Your dad left. We had a fight. What he did to you wasn't okay, Wanda. And…and I just want to apologize." Your eyes catch her split lip, the faint crusted blood at the corner, and you react without thinking. "Wait, your lip—let me get you some ice."
Before you can step away from her room, she shoves the door closed behind you, pressing her body hard against you to trap you against the wood.
Your breath catches in your throat, your heart hammering so hard against your ribs you can hear it in your ears. You can feel every line of her body pressed to yours, warm and tense, the scent of her lavender perfume and the smell of whiskey in her mouth suffocating you.
"Wanda." You breathe her name, tapping your hands against her chest to push her back, but she doesn't move and just presses closer.
Panic warms your cheeks. Her nose brushes the side of your head, nuzzles past your ear to your cheek, warm breath together with sharp alcohol fanning your skin, then lower, pressing to your pulse point on your neck. Every logical voice in your head screaming this is wrong, she's your stepdaughter, this will ruin everything.
Her green eyes are dark, half-lidded with whiskey and something hungry that makes your knees go weak. Her split lip is still bleeding a little.
She grinds her thigh hard against the space between your legs, making you gasp and smirks when you grab her shoulders to steady yourself. Her breath is hot against your jaw, voice rough and mocking.
"Your husband left, so now you come crawling to me? What would he think if he saw his sweet wife right here, shaking for his daughter?"
Her hands are rough, her words sharp enough to cut, but you can feel the tremor running through her body. Under all the anger and heat, there's this raw, open hurting you can't miss. Your maternal instinct kicks in—you can see the hurt she hides behind the anger and you just want to ease it.
Even if this messy, wrong thing is the only way she'll let you.
"It's okay. I'm here…I'm not going anywhere."
All of a sudden she rears back and slaps you hard across the cheek, the sting blooming hot across your skin. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears and her voice cracks when she snarls at you.
"Don't you dare say shit to me. You have no fucking right to talk."
She yanks your shirt down to expose your breasts, sucking one hard between her lips while her other hand shoves two fingers deep inside you. She doesn't slow down, keeps pumping them fast even after you cum, rubbing your clit until you're shaking and sobbing. She only pulls back when she feels your knees giving out before pushing you to the bed.
Your stepdaughter was set out to break you that night and you let her. She bit until you cried, pulled your hair until your scalp stung, dug her nails into your skin hard enough to leave marks that would still be there when her father got home. Well, she didn't care, it wouldn't be her to explain why'd you have such weird marks all over your body like you were fucked like an animal.
You let her break every soft, stupid boundary you'd set, because you could feel how badly she needed to break something and you'd rather it be you than what's left of her broken heart.
The next morning, you wake up in the same bed you fell in last night. You don't remember falling asleep, not after everything your stepdaughter who's missing right now did to you—your whole body throbs, every muscle soft and sore, the faint bruises against your skin. You didn't even know if you fell asleep or you passed out.
Your husband was always gentle. A big man who's vanilla in bed, nothing that left you aching like this. What you got from his daughter though was nothing soft, nothing gentle—rough, desperate, raw, a kind of intensity you'd never felt before, one that still hums under your skin even when she's gone. Something that you didn't know a woman can do.
You spot your crumpled clothes scattered across her room, you bend to grab them one by one. You should be wondering if your husband is home now since he left last night after your fight. But instead you're thinking where possibly your stepdaughter could be.
And speaking of, turning to the kitchen you find Wanda walking just inside the house. You swallow hard, forcing your voice steady and a little desperate.
"Hi. Are…are you hungry? What do you want? I am gonna make pancakes."
She leans against the doorframe, eyes dragging slow over your hurried turtleneck. Her lips twitch into that cold, sharp smirk. She completely used you, fucked you so stupid you could barely stand last night, and here you are, still being sweet, asking if she's hungry.
Pathetic.
Wanda pushes off the doorframe, already stepping toward you, maybe to finger you while you prepare breakfast or spank you out right there on the counter. But the front door clicks open before she can reach you and his father's boots thud down the hall, straight into the kitchen.
He walks straight to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and apologizing for last night, for leaving, for fighting with you and hurting Wanda.
"I'm sorry, baby…I'm sorry." He slurs, his hot breath smells like beer.
Erik tilts your chin up and you didn't mean to not look away from Wanda standing by the doorway as her father kisses you—you are as shocked as she is.
Her jaw clenches so tight her muscles jump under her skin.
Your husband pulls back, still murmuring apologies for letting things get so out of hand last night and you can't make yourself answer him.
Your stepdaughter still watches from the doorway, jaw still tight as you lift a hand to cup her father's cheek, your voice soft and steady when you speak. Your eyes are now on him, attention now on him as you repeat the same words you said to her last night, right there in front of him, and she can't look away.
"It's okay. It's okay, I'm here…I'm not going anywhere." You say softly to your husband that seemed so close to spiraling.
Wanda's nails dig into her palm and she swallows hard, the bitter taste of something she won't name climbing up her throat.
Summary: Wanda catches you out in a lie. Will you tell her the truth on your own or will she find her own way to get it out of you? Hopefully all before Natasha comes home.
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+, mommy kink, daddy kink, dom/sub, strap-on use (r receiving), strap referred to as cock, grinding to vaginal sex, a lil dumbification and degradation, some plot, dacryphilia, belly bulge, nipple sucking for comfort, Wanda's a little mean in the beginning, aftercare
A/N: the things i write when i'm bored at work.
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You blink down hazily, struggling to control your ragged breaths. Your hands are braced next to Wanda's waist, sliding the smooth curve of her strap between your folds. You squeeze your legs together harder when the blunt tip bumps against you on the forward slide, gasping sharply when it presses firm and heavy on the reverse. A whimper slips out at the wet, needy sounds echoing in the bedroom. You freeze mid-motion, heat rushing up your tummy and neck out of embarrassment.
"Look at Mommy," Wanda commands.
You look up slowly, sucking in your bottom lip when your body accidentally shifts. You meet her gaze. Her green eyes are dark, nearly black, as she studies your face. Her head rests lazily against the headboard, watching you like an entertaining television show. Her eyes move lower, noting the way you inch forward, your walls clenching, wanting to be filled.
Desperate, you rock forward until the tip rests right against your opening.
Wanda’s hands shoot to your hips. Her fingertips dig hard into your hipbones, anchoring you in place before you can push any further. Her stern voice cuts straight through the pounding in your ears.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Her eyebrow raises, the corner of her lip pulling up in a disbelieving smirk. With a sudden shift, she pulls you back, letting the tip slip out entirely and forcing you down near the base.
You groan quietly, your eyebrows pulling together in frustration. You were so close to being full after the past twenty minutes of torture.
Before you can even blink, Wanda grips your wrist and yanks it toward her. With your balance gone, you barely manage to plant your hand higher up, stopping your face inches from her bare breasts.
She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "Answer Mommy's question," she whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. Her tone drops, her voice dripping with condescension. "Or is my baby too stupid to speak right now?"
You whine pitifully, burying your face in her chest to hide from her gaze. Your thoughts are beginning to slow, your limbs turning into jelly. "I-I didn't do it on purpose," you manage to mumble out.
Her hand leaves your hip, her thumb and index finger clamping firmly around your chin to force your face back up. She's wearing that amused, knowing expression she gives you whenever she catches you out in an obvious lie.
"Say that again," she orders, tilting her head. "Say it clearly, and I'll let you have your way." She leans closer, her lips brushing yours as she speaks. "If you can do it, Mommy will slide her cock all the way inside you, just like you want."
You bite your bottom lip hard, the image making your opening gush and your insides tighten. You suck in a deep breath, releasing it slowly to prepare yourself. Wanda's other hand releases your wrist and moves it beside you.
Your voice trembles despite the preparation. "I didn't—"
You cut off with a sharp gasp as Wanda’s thumb presses hard against your clit, rubbing in slow, heavy circles.
"Hmm..." Wanda drawls, her voice far too bright and cheerful against your growing dread. "I guess you couldn't do it. And here I thought my baby was smart. All you had to do was say six words."
She releases your chin, her thumb moves to press your bottom lip open, moving against your lip in the exact same slow rhythm her other thumb is using against your clit. Her eyes are bright, her breaths heavy, clearly pleased by how easily she can manipulate your mouth.
It's unfair.
"But… but you" you start, your words jumbled from Wanda slipping her thumb deeper between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. "You cheated," you just barely manage to choke out when she applies more pressure.
Wanda tilts her head, her expression morphing into an innocent, pitying smile. "How could I have cheated when the rules only apply to you?" she asks slowly, speaking as if she doesn't think you can comprehend simple words.
"Y-You—" you stammer in disbelief.
She abruptly presses her thumb hard against your clit, forcing a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks against her. She continues speaking as if you aren't wriggling uncontrollably on top of her. Every time you try to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, she presses harder, your slick spreading across her cock the more you squirm.
"I what, baby?" she asks. She tilts her ear toward you, mimicking someone listening intently. "Mommy was just trying to help you."
You try to think of a response, anything for her to fill your aching emptiness, but your mind is completely blank. Tears prick your eyes at the unfairness of the situation, your lips wrapping around Wanda's thumb automatically when you realize you can't bite the inside of your cheek.
Wanda gives you an almost triumphant smile. "Good girl," she praises, her voice shifting into a lighter, pleased pitch when you slump against her defeatedly. Her thumb releases your clit, your body chasing the feeling again even though you had moved away just earlier. Her fingers swipe down against your folds, making you tremble against her from the sensitivity.
She pulls her hand back and brings her fingers in front of your eyes. Your slick drips from her fingers. She presses the pads of her thumb and index finger together, then slowly pulls them apart, stretching a thick, glistening string of your own arousal between them. It catches the bedroom light perfectly.
Your face flushes at the undeniable evidence of your reaction. You try to turn your head away but Wanda presses her thumb harder against your tongue, forcing your gaze to stay in place. She rubs your slick between her fingers, studying it closely like she does when she's looking at a document in her office. Wanda is silent, making the sound of your uneven breathing more apparent.
"Hmm…" she muses, eyes drifting back down to where you're dripping against her cock. Her lips curve into a smirk. "Honey, you know this is supposed to be a punishment right? You were whining so much earlier, but look at you making a mess."
Your insides throb from the mixture of shame and desire. You gnaw on her thumb lightly, a single tear finally slipping from your lower lashes and tracking slowly down your cheek. Wanda's eyes soften briefly before shifting back to her amused expression. She taps her index finger against your chin, prompting you to release her thumb from your teeth. She brushes your tear away with it, her eyes glimmering with desire.
"Daddy always folds whenever you look at her like that," Wanda says softly, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "She hates it when you cry. Immediately turning into a teddy bear just to make you smile again."
Natasha… Daddy would always stop her teasing the moment your bottom lip began to tremble, tears forming in your eyes. She'd fret about, tickling your sides to stop you from crying. Mommy is different.
She tilts your chin up slightly, ensuring you meet her eyes.
"But I know these aren't sad tears," Wanda continues, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Mommy can't help but tease you more when you look like this." She brings her thumb to her lips, licking away the remnants of your tear.
Without warning, her hands clamp firmly down on your hips, anchoring you tightly against her. The sudden movement forces a sharp gasp from your throat, your entire body jolting when your clit presses hard against her cock.
You look up at her with wide, startled eyes.
She leans her head in close to you. "Now, let's start again," she whispers lowly in your ear.
She begins to guide your hips, forcing you to slide against her again. It moves between your folds easily. Wanda's stomach glistens from where your slick has dripped down.
"Every time you stop from now on, I'll add five spanks to your punishment," she warns in a low, dangerous tone. "And it won't be from me. Daddy is soft on you most of the time, but you know how Daddy feels about you blatantly disregarding our words."
You force yourself to slide forward, whines exiting your mouth as you remember the last time Daddy had spanked you.
"Mommy…" you whimper shakily. It's getting too hard to move your body. Sweat drips down your back from the overwhelming sensation of her prodding right at your entrance, only to slip away every single time. "Too tired," you whine, your movements slowing to a crawl.
Wanda lets out a disappointed sigh. "No wonder you're tired," she says. She lets your hips come to a stop, but she keeps her hands firmly in place. She meets your eyes, leveling you with a hard stare.
"Mommy was so excited to see you after three days. So excited, that Mommy even left Daddy behind when we had to stop at the company building and took a taxi here herself." She lets out a slow breath. "But imagine Mommy's confusion when she found her baby sitting on the kitchen island, when she knows she's not supposed to."
You bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes drifting downward to her chest.
"Look at me," she says, the authority in her voice forcing your eyes back to hers. She narrows her eyes slightly. "And imagine Mommy's surprise when she opened the fridge to find all the food she made you still there. Except…" She leans in closer. "Only one bite was taken from every container. As if her usually sweet girl did it on purpose."
Guilt claws at your chest, making you bite down harder on your cheek. You press your hands into the mattress, pushing yourself up and leaning back to avoid her gaze, trying to ignore the wet sounds that erupt at the movement.
Wanda's stern voice eases slightly, her eyes watching you with care to make sure you don't lose your balance and fall backward.
"Mommy was so worried to find six coffee capsules missing," she continues, her voice softening into that incredibly gentle tone she uses when she knows you've had a terrible day. "Even though her baby girl knows it makes her anxiety worse, even if she doesn't realize it at the time."
She tilts her head, searching your face as you try to turn away.
"When Mommy asked you earlier, your face fell and she knew you wanted to tell her what's wrong, but instead you decided to talk back," Wanda notes softly. "So? Do you finally want to tell Mommy why every time she called you, you said that you were doing great and that you were eating well?"
Your gaze drops. The guilt is still fresh and heavy, pressing down on you despite how sluggish your brain and body feel. You really had wanted to tell Wanda why you were acting out when she first asked. You wish you had just confessed over the phone on the very first day they were away. But back then, you had already made the decision to have two coffees when you knew you should've only had one. Your bad behavior had spiraled from there.
It had all culminated in her arrival today—and the crushing, sad expression on Wanda's face when she realized you had barely touched the food she lovingly made for you. Even then, when she had given you so many chances to just be honest, you had talked back instead.
You know Wanda and Natasha can't just drop everything to be with you. You tell yourself you need to toughen up. It's just so hard being alone now, especially since you met them and learned what it feels like to be cherished. You knew you needed this punishment just so the weight of the guilt would finally stop crushing you. And you know she sees right through you. She knows it, too.
You shake your head. The confession is right there on the tip of your tongue, but the simmering guilt in your chest refuses to let it out just yet.
Her lips pull into a thin line. "Fine," she says, all the softness in her voice gone. "That's five spanks then. Mommy didn't forget. " She pulls your hips toward her, her fingertips digging into your skin. You bite your lip, trying to stop the moan that still slips out at the sudden stimulation.
Once the tip prods at your weeping entrance, you expect her to let it slip away as she has been this entire time, but instead it slips inside and she forces your momentum backwards and down, sinking her entire cock into you at once.
You cry out loudly, your arms wrapping around Wanda's shoulders instinctively. Your walls flutter uncontrollably, the tight ball that had been wound in your lower tummy for the past half hour finally unravels, your thoughts exploding and blanking all at once. Your thighs tremble against Wanda's, your cheek squishing against her shoulder as your ragged breaths puff against her neck.
Wanda shifts beneath you, sitting up more properly but sending her cock deeper into you until you feel it hit a wall and can't go any further. You whine from the overstimulation, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Your breasts press against Wanda's, bringing some comfort as your thoughts come back to Earth but a haze rests over you brain. The rush of emotions jumbles your head, but you know one thing. You just want your Mommy.
"If you don't start moving in ten seconds, I'm adding another five spanks," Wanda reminds you sternly. You lift up slightly, your knees aching from being bent for so long. You wrap them around Wanda's torso, sinking back down on her cock sending whimpers past your lips. You rest your head back on her shoulder, squeezing your arms and legs around her tightly.
"You're not getting out of this by acting cute and snuggly now, baby."
She brings her hand to your chin, tilting it so that you're forced to look up at her. Your bottom lip wobbles, tears pooling above your lower lashes. Your breaths come out in ragged gasps, the way they always do right before you start sobbing.
Wanda's eyes widen in alarm.
Her hand rushes to your cheek, cupping it with gentleness. "Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" she asks frantically, her voice thick with worry as her eyes desperately scan your face and your trembling body.
You shake your head, tears falling steadily down your cheeks as you finally spill everything you've been carrying since the moment they left.
"I-I'm sorry, Mommy," you sob, your voice watery and broken. You try your best to time your words between desperate gasps. "I s-should've just told you when you asked me, but I didn't. I was being bad on purpose."
Wanda rubs her thumb against your cheekbone, soothing the track of your tears as she watches you attentively. You know you should feel guilty for letting her comfort you right now, but instead, the warmth of her hand helps even out your ragged breathing.
"The house was too quiet, and my head was just so loud," you confess, a fresh wave of tears hitting your throat. "Daddy wasn't there at night, snoring loudly like usual. A-and you weren't there tossing and turning all night. No one was there at the table watching me eat like a-always."
You pause, sniffling softly as you try to rein in your big feelings. Wanda waits patiently, knowing you aren't done yet. You force yourself to take a deep breath, and she nods encouragingly, giving you the strength to finish.
"I know I shouldn't have lied on the phone, but I didn't want to worry you and Daddy. I have to learn to be okay by myself again," you breathe out. But the tears build all over again as the memory of the past few days crashes over you. "B-but then the coffee shop was so busy, and my professor wouldn't slow down in class. And I-I missed you guys, and I was alone. And-and—"
Wanda gently pulls your head down against her shoulder, cutting off your spiraling thoughts as she begins hushing you softly. You sniffle against her neck, trying to stabilize your uneven breaths. Wanda wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace, pressing one of her hands flat against your back. She begins to pat you in that slow, steady rhythm Natasha always uses whenever you're having a hard time breathing.
The guilt that had been simmering under your skin instantly dissolves at her words. You press your face closer to Wanda's neck, the timing of her pats finally evening out your breathing.
"We have a lot to talk about," Wanda notes gently. "But for now, do you want Mommy to pull out? You're probably all sensitive and swollen from rubbing against Mommy's cock for so long."
You blink blearily letting the remaining tears flow down and drip against Wanda's collarbone. You watch as the tears travel down the swell of her breasts, then to her stomach where it melds with your fresh arousal. You're exhausted, physically and emotionally. The orgasm you had unexpectedly upon Wanda suddenly entering you and the release of emotions after telling Wanda how you'd been feeling, empties your brain completely.
But the greedy part of you, the part that knows you can handle it, wants more. Wants more of Wanda.
You shake your head, your cheek brushing against her shoulder. "I…" you start, your voice cracking. "I wanna keep going," you whisper honestly, your head far too empty to feel embarrassed.
Wanda chuckles lowly, leaning in until her lips brush against your ear. "You're insatiable," she murmurs teasingly, undeniable affection lacing her voice. "Look at you all exhausted. Let Mommy do all the work now." Wanda's hand that had been patting you presses flat against your spine as she begins to lean forward. The feeling of her cock shifting inside of you forces whimpers past your lips. You muffle the sound against her neck, needing to feel her even closer.
"My sweet baby," she coos gently in your ear. She lays you down gently on your back, your head landing softly at the foot of the bed. You look up at Wanda who's now leaning over you, her hand planted next to your shoulder while her other comes up to cup your cheek. She gives you a little smile before leaning down, pressing her soft lips against your forehead then to both your eyelids.
She rubs her thumb against your cheek. "Poor baby. Your eyes are all puffy now." Her fingertips fall away from your face, tracing down your body to just below your bellybutton. She press down gently, the pressure sending shockwaves through your system. You gasp at the unexpected sensation.
"Hmm…" Wanda hums, her eyes looking down to where her fingers slide up and down your lower tummy. She presses down occasionally, making you squirm beneath her. It doesn't feel like she's tracing at random.
"Look down, baby" she directs you, her voice bright with wonder.
You crane your neck downward, blinking a few times to focus on where she's directing you. A sharp breath catches in your throat when you notice the outline of her cock showing, the tip pushing your skin upward into a small bump.
Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you let your head plop back down onto the mattress. You peer up at Wanda. She's biting her lower lip, drinking in the sight of you.
You watch her hips slowly move back—or rather, you feel it. Your walls tighten instinctively, unwilling to let go of the fullness you had craved so much. But Wanda doesn't move far. She allows the tip to remain anchored inside you, her gaze locked on your stomach, watching the way her cock slowly retracts.
She shifts her knees forward slightly. Your legs finally slip from her torso, spreading further beneath her.
She finally meets your eyes as you gaze up at her almost drunkenly. The green in her eyes is reduced to slivers, her pupils completely blown from arousal. She smiles down at you gently, her words are anything but.
"Mommy missed touching you even if it was only for a few days. I know my poor girl has already cried a lot today," she says softly, her voice carrying a hint of pity. Her lips slowly begin to curve into a dangerous smirk. "But Mommy wants to reward her brave girl. So she might make you cry just a little more, but they won't be sad tears anymore."
You blink up at her, your expression morphing into a little, dopey smile. Mommy is right here with you, looking at you exactly the way you've been craving for days.
"Okay, Mommy," you murmur obediently.
Your chest rises and falls faster as the anticipation builds.
"There's my good girl," she coos softly, sending a rush of butterflies through your tummy.
Her expression changes in an instant. She bites her lip again, but the dangerous smirk stays in place. You don't even have time to blink when she suddenly drives her entire length into you, the base of the strap pressing hard against your clit.
You cry out, your arms reach out for her instinctively, wrapping around her shoulders to bring her closer to you. Wanda doesn't stop though. You hear her grip the covers beside you before she slowly begins to slide out of you again. You look up at her with glazed eyes, tears threatening to fall from the corners of them from how sensitive you are, knowing what's coming. She takes a deep breath that you feel against your cheeks before she gives you an innocent smile. Her hips slam into yours but she doesn't pause this time.
She pulls out until just the tip remains inside of you, before driving her cock in as far as she possibly can, repeating over and over again, the pace increasing with every thrust. Your body slides up the sheets from the force but Wanda's hand grips your waist, pulling you back down to match her thrusts.
Choked moans escape your lips, the sound never being able to finish when she rams herself into you again, turning your moans into gasps. Your body, already sensitive from how she's punished you, teased you, and now using you, feels like it's already reaching the edge.
Shockwaves run through you body when she shifts slightly, the angle changing. The ridges of her cock grind and press against that soft, secret part of you that Wanda always finds so easily that sends you into a shaking mess.
"Mommy!" you cry out between the heavy beats of her thighs tapping against yours, tears running down the sides of your face. "T-too much," you whimper, your legs wrapping around her torso despite your words.
Wanda lets out a breathless chuckle, her eyes watching you squirm beneath her with amusement. "Is that so, princess?" she asks, a teasing lilt clear in her tone. Her eyebrows pull together, she brings her lips to your ear, her voice thick with strain. "Mommy's close. I know my patient girl can wait a little longer." Her thrust never miss a beat while she speaks to you.
You really don't think you can wait longer. Your breaths are coming out harshly between whimpers. It feels like your skin is vibrating from how sensitive you are. Wanda's increasingly ragged breaths brushing against your ear, her breasts swaying in your vision, hypnotizing you. The thick, sticky sounds whenever Wanda retracts. It makes the fire burning in your lower tummy burn brighter and hotter, threatening to consume you whole.
"M-mommy," you babble out over and over again like it's the only word you know. Wanda groans next to your ear, her thrusts becoming erratic.
"Cum whenever, baby girl, Mommy's right here," she breathes out heavily. You squeeze your arms around her tighter, your body tensing automatically at her words, her permission allowing you to finally let go.
Pleasure surges from where you and Wanda are connected all the way to your fingertips and to the top of your head. You feel almost lightheaded from the rush, your body feeling like it's floating higher and higher with no end. Your breaths come out in gasps at the altitude, your vision blurring.
Wanda's strokes become shallower, barely drawing back before pushing back in, your arousal gushing around her cock. It leaves you trembling beneath her from the aftershocks, your breaths beginning to slowly even out save for the sharp inhales when Wanda thrusts a little deeper. She gives you one more heavy stroke before she stops, her entire length shoved inside you as she grinds against the base of the strap.
"My good, sweet girl," she moans lowly, her torso shaking from her own orgasm. You and Wanda's heavy breaths meld with each other, echoing through the room.
You're spent. Your arms fall away from her shoulders, dropping beside you. Your legs follow suit, your feet unhooking from one another and plopping down on the covers. Your head feels floaty, your thoughts drifting by and fading away like clouds.
All you know is that you want Mommy.
You reach out shakily, grasping one of Wanda's breasts to signal what you want. She lets out a deep breath, her body no longer shaking. Her hand shimmies under your back, helping you follow her as she lays to her side, still inside of you.
"Do you want Mommy to pull out or a little longer, sweetheart?" Wanda murmurs, her voice tired but full of soft affection.
"Little longer," you murmur back sleepily, your legs tangling with hers. Wanda's hand slides up your spine to the back of your head, pushing your face gently to the swell of her breast. Your lips part automatically, taking her nipple into your mouth and sucking gently.
It's a ritual of sorts. It eases your mind and brings a level of comfort to you and Wanda. It extends past bedroom activities. She'd offer it to you when you were anxious, scared that you'd bite your lip too hard and draw blood again.
Wanda runs her fingers through your hair, your eyes closing at her relaxing touch. You lay there, pressed against her skin to skin, silently, unsure of how much time has passed. You swear you fall asleep for a moment, but your lips are still tight around Wanda's nipple when you would blink your eyes open only to close them again.
It isn't until a hand brushes against your cheek and the other voice you'd been missing sounds around you, that you peel your eyes open again begrudgingly.
"Hi, my cute baby," Natasha's raspy voice comes from above you. You barely turn your head while looking up, unwilling to release Wanda's nipple. Your heart leaps with joy upon seeing Natasha smiling gently down at you.
"Hi, Daddy," you mumble sleepily, your eyes shining with happiness.
Wanda chuckles next to you. "Baby, that tickles."
A sleepy little giggle bubbles past your lips upon hearing Wanda laugh. Natasha's thumb brushes against your tear-stained cheeks. "I see Mommy made you cry." Her eyes scan your face, moving downward to where you and Wanda are still connected.
You close your eyes again, the sleepiness closing in. "A little," you whisper, your lips wrapping around Wanda's nipple again, making Wanda shiver.
"Hmm…" Natasha drawls. "Does it have anything to do with the fact that all the food Mommy made you is still in the fridge, sweet girl?"
You act like you don't hear her, suckling a little harder. Wanda's laughter echoes through the room as you smile softly.
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A/N: it's been a minute since i've written something like this. had to brush off the dust, so hopefully it turned out ok. i forgot how fun smut can be to write so might do more. thanks for reading!
if you read Choosing You, this is probably what the future will look like (not sure if i'm sticking with the titles though)
Note: None of these writings are mine. All credit goes to the authors
ilovemarvel97's wanda masterlist
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Summary: You stay over at Wanda’s one night after babysitting the boys, only to find out that the walls of her house are very thin.
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Wanda is the Scarlet Witch. After going through the heartbreak of losing her perfect fake life, she cannot settle down with just a real and empty one. Wishing for all that should be impossible to have – it’s just not the most safe choice to make, or the most healthy life to fantasize about, but for her, it’s not a choice at all. Her children. Her boys. They are the last and only source of happiness remaining in her life. And Wanda want… WILL… have them back. She will destroy whatever it takes. Kill whomever is in her way. But there’s consequences.
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Mama
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In the Presence of Gods(18+) TWO | THREE
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Project V(18+)
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Wanda discovering that she has a new layer to her sexuality
She Only Comes When It Rains(18+)
Summary: Wanda only shows up when it rains, and you always let her in, even though you know she'll break you. You're not together, not really, but her hands know your body better than your own. You try to tell her you can't keep doing this. She proves you wrong. Again.
Calls
Bambi!Wanda x Reader
Bloody Fuck Fest(plus Rio and Agatha)
Summary: Vampires sucking and fucking.
Hungry Hotties(18+)
Summary: Her entire life as a vampire, Reader has successfully drank animal blood to sustain herself. What happens when her body craves the blood of a particular witch?
ALLBORNSUPERSTARS(18+)
summary — you don’t always have the luxury of choosing who you love in life, and your boys are leaning that through your prime example
Taste of Obedience(18+)
Summary: You’re a vampire, ancient and obedient, but Wanda? Wanda owns you in every sense. She’s human — painfully so — warm, bleeding, alive. And when she lets you sink your fangs into her throat, it’s not just about feeding. It’s devotion. It’s power play. It’s control.
Reader and Wanda being fuck buddies for months, but have a rule where they don't kiss or cuddle in order to make sure they don't catch feelings. Spoiler alert, they do.(18+)
Trying It Out(18+)
The cut that always bleeds
Summary — Wanda never stays, but she never truly leaves either. Every time she walks away, she takes a piece of you with her—only to come back when it’s convenient. You tell yourself this time will be different, that you won’t let her in again. But when she returns, begging for another chance, you realize you were never strong enough to say no.
Whisper me Lies
Summary: How can something end when it isn't there anymore?
Puppy Brained
Summary: On a quiet Thursday night, you match with someone unexpected on a caregiver/regressor dating app. Her profile says “CEO, 32. Here to take care of something precious. Firm but gentle. I don’t judge. All pets welcome.” You didn’t think she’d message you back—let alone want to hear your little noises on the phone.
A414- w. maximoff
summary: they always say to never fall for a coworker, but what if it’s mutual?
WHEN I’M SICK AND TIRED
Summary: exam season is more difficult than you anticipated, but wanda is there to comfort you
18+ Scarlet Witch Headcannons
Build-A-Bear
Summary: AU, in which Y/n is in the army and only has a few hours left with Wanda, before she has to leave again. So, she takes Wanda to Build-A-Bear and they make Wanda a bear that will remind her of her girlfriend.
comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡
Soft breaths tickle your neck, the faint scent of Wanda's vanilla lip gloss reaching your nose. Comfortable couch cushions press into your back. Wanda's weight draped over you like a blanket, her arm wrapped around your torso with one leg thrown over your hips, her head resting on your shoulder. Your head is turned, a movie playing on the TV.
It had been a long day for both of you, and the moment you got home, Wanda had demanded a relaxing evening. Even dominants needed to turn off their brain sometimes, she'd said, pushing you onto the couch and setting a bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table.
You think you're about halfway through the movie. You don't really care. At this point, you're much too comfortable, your body melting into the couch as your eyes begin to feel heavy. You wouldn't be surprised if you fell asleep before the movie was finished.
"Baby, are you still watching?" Wanda's voice is soft, her lips grazing your neck as she speaks.
"Mhmm," you respond, fighting the urge to close your eyes.
Wanda doesn't respond, but you feel her shift her weight slightly, her hand slowly moving over your stomach. Her lips graze your neck again, and then again, until you realize it wasn't accidental. You shift your weight slightly.
"I thought we were just watching the-"
"Shh," Wanda murmurs, the tip of her tongue running up the side of your neck. "We are, just stay still and let me use you, yeah?"
Well, that doesn't sound too bad. Your t-dick is twitching, a deep throb starting at your core as Wanda's fingers creep up under your oversized t-shirt. Your nipples had finally healed a few months ago, and Wanda had been obsessed with them ever since. She never missed the opportunity to run her hands over your newly flat chest, even taking you shopping for a whole new wardrobe of shirts and sweaters that actually fit.
Wanda's fingers gently tug at your nipple, and you bite your lower lip as your t-dick throbs harshly at the sensation. Fuck, you can already feel it growing. Wanda knew that you basically lost the rational, human side of your brain when you got hard. She was using it against you… And you didn't mind one bit.
You take a deep breath, ignoring the way your inhale shudders. You feel Wanda's lips turn into a smile against your neck. As you continue to watch the movie, you feel your neck slowly become covered with Wanda's saliva, her teeth sinking in occasionally. You're sure that you will be covered in hickeys tomorrow, but you don't really care.
Wanda moves leisurely, the movie nearing its end as she stimulates your nipples and sucks at your neck. You want to squirm and beg, to plead with her to do more, to satisfy your aching cock, but you know she won't. Not unless she decides she wants to.
The movie ends, your head feeling like it's stuffed full of cotton.
"Pick another one," Wanda instructs, her words cutting through the fog in your mind.
You just nod, picking up the remote and clicking the next movie. You have no idea what it is, the remote clattering back onto the coffee table as soon as the intro starts playing. Wanda just smirks, shifting her weight until you feel her damp panties pressing against your thigh.
"Watch the movie, baby," she whispers, slowly grinding herself on your thigh. You can't look away, watching her lidded eyes as she grinds her clit firmly into your muscle. Your fingers twitch, wanting to grip her waist and move her hips until she's moaning. You resist the urge, letting Wanda use your body how she wants.
Her hand reaches up, gripping your jaw and turning your head until your eyes are facing the TV.
You keep your head there, obeying her instruction.
Occasionally, Wanda's thigh will brush against your t-dick, throbbing pleasure erupting each time. You resist the urge to look at her, instead just whimpering. You know she likes to hear you, to listen as you let out involuntary noises when pleasure blooms.
Her arousal-soaked panties grind slowly against you, your thigh smearing with her juices. One hand grips your waist, the other gently palming your chest.
"Take this off," Wanda eventually says, her voice rough and thick from arousal. Her fingers tug at the hem of your shirt.
"Yes, Ma'am," you respond, sneaking a glance at her as you shift your weight to sit up slightly.
Wanda's cheeks are flushed, her pupils dilated as she stares at you. Her eyes take in every inch of skin that's revealed as you remove your shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
"Fuck," she murmurs, her hips grinding harshly into your thigh as she leans down. Her tongue licks an eager path up your stomach, dragging over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You feel her lips enclose around your nipple, and you can't stop the low moan that escapes you.
"Yeah?" Wanda chuckles. "You like that, don't you?"
She doesn't give you the chance to respond. Her fingers gently pinch your other nipple, twisting it slowly as she applies suction with her mouth. Her tongue flicks quickly over your nipple, and your hips jerk in response.
"Such a needy boy," she rasps, pressing herself firmly against your thigh, keeping your hips still. "It just feels too good, doesn't it?"
You nod, shoving your hands under your thighs so you don't accidentally touch her. Your vision is blurry, your eyes unfocused as you stare at the TV screen. The only thing you can focus on is how hard you are and how good Wanda is making you feel.
"I can feel how wet you are, baby," Wanda murmurs, sucking a hickey into your collarbone. Her thigh is pressed up against you, your arousal leaking out as she gently grinds her hips into you.
"Fuck," you groan, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as her words make you throb. You don't know how much more you can take.
"I can feel how hard your cock is," Wanda says, her voice breathy as she nips at your skin. Her fingers roll your nipple between them, and you jerk your hips against her in response. "You must really like this."
"I do," you say. Your voice comes out as a whine. It makes you sound pathetic, but you're too fucking aroused to care.
Wanda just smirks into your chest, gently sucking another hickey into your skin. You still have some numb spots on your chest, but it doesn't feel weird right now. Not when she's licking and sucking at it like she's worshipping your skin.
"Hump my thigh," Wanda orders, her words slightly muffled as she takes your other nipple between her lips, her tongue flicking over it quickly. She presses her thigh firmly against your core.
You obey instantly, your muscles moving before your brain can even process her words.
A long, drawn-out moan escapes you, your t-dick throbbing in ecstasy as you desperately grind against Wanda. Your fingers dig into the underside of your thighs, your eyes shutting as you feel pleasure heat your body up.
"You look so fucking hot, baby," Wanda moans, moving her hips sharply as she humps your thigh. Her fingers release your nipple, her hand sliding up until she wraps it loosely around your neck. "You're mine. Mine to use. Mine to command and mine to love. Understand?"
"Of course," you manage, forcing your eyes open and looking at her. "I love being yours."
Wanda smiles at you, her eyes sparkling for a moment. Then, she leans down, your lips crashing into a filthy kiss. Her tongue invades your mouth, her teeth roughly biting your lower lip. Her hips grind quicker, her movements becoming erratic.
"I need your mouth," Wanda says, her voice almost a growl. You can almost hear how close she is, her hands rough as she sits up, pinching your nipples for a moment before grabbing the back of your neck. "Now, baby."
You waste no time, your cock protesting as you surge up, grabbing Wanda's hips as she leans back until she's horizontal on the couch. The white-hot pleasure that had been building slowly fades as you eagerly kiss down Wanda's stomach, her thighs falling open easily for you. You don't care about your fading orgasm. You'd take eating Wanda out over your pleasure any day.
"Now," Wanda spits out, her hands fisting your hair.
Quickly, you pull her panties off, your tongue sinking into her as you feel her thighs wrap around your head. She doesn't make it easy, her hips moving roughly as she grinds against your face. Her clit bumps into your nose, the scent of her arousal overwhelming in the best way.
You moan into her, your arms wrapping around her thighs as you dig your fingers into her skin. Eagerly, you lap up her arousal, your tongue moving quickly. You find her clit, wrapping your lips around it before sucking gently.
"Fuck," Wanda's voice is strained. "Make me cum. Don't tease, baby."
You think about edging her. Only for a moment, though. The last time you did that, Wanda didn't let you cum for a month, and she'd spanked your ass raw every night until the punishment ended. It had been worth it, though.
Bracing yourself, you feel your cheeks hollow as you suck Wanda's clit as hard as you can. Your tongue flicks erratically against her, and you hear Wanda's moans grow more and more strained.
The strong thigh muscles around your head clench harder, your ears completely blocked as you feel Wanda start to lose control of her body.
You start moaning. You don't have to fake it; you simply stop resisting the urge to translate your pleasure into something vocal.
If you could eat Wanda out for an entire day, you would. No questions asked. Sometimes, she'd let you crawl under her desk when she was working from home. You'd pleasure her for hours, your tongue languidly working, not getting her close to an orgasm, simply letting her pleasure simmer.
Wanda's thighs clench harder, pressure building in your head. You don't care. Your cock is throbbing, your hips grinding roughly into the couch as you move your tongue frantically over Wanda's clit.
"Yes," Wanda moans. "Just like that, keep going, baby. Don't you dare stop. Fuck… I'm going to cum."
You suck as hard as you can, feeling her clit throb harshly on your tongue.
The thing you love most about Wanda's orgasms is the fact that she can't control herself when she does. Her moans are loud, and her muscles contract roughly, and her fingers clench your hair so hard you think she might pull it out at the roots.
Arousal soaks your chin, your nostrils filled with her scent as she holds you in place with her thighs. You begin to slowly move your tongue, her stomach twitching as you stimulate her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Oh, I needed that," Wanda mutters, finally unclamping her legs from around your head.
You hear her sigh, the sound content, your ears ringing as the blood rushes back to your head. You don't move for a moment, letting your head rest against her inner thigh as you lazily trace your tongue around her clit. You love the taste of her, especially right after an orgasm.
"Good job," Wanda murmurs, her words bordering on a soft moan.
Smiling, you breathe in deeply, the scent of Wanda's arousal filling you with satisfaction. You wrap your lips around her clit again, your oral kink in full swing.
"If you keep doing that," Wanda starts, her voice low and thick, "I'm going to cum again." She cuts herself off with a moan before continuing. "I was looking forward to returning the favor, darling."
As appealing as witnessing Wanda lose control of her pleasure again was, your cock has been throbbing for the past hour. The barest touch could probably make you cum, and you desperately want that to happen. It wasn't often that Wanda allowed you to orgasm; she liked to keep you needy and aching for her.
"Yeah?" You reply, finally tearing your lips away from her. Your tongue slips out and licks your lower lip, tasting the remnants of her arousal.
"On all fours," Wanda replies. Her tone has shifted from one of bliss and satisfaction to one of control. Her face changes too, her eyes becoming serious as she begins to move with purpose, none of her earlier languidness to be found.
You obey instantly, turning away from her and getting on your hands and knees. The couch cushion is soft beneath you, and you arch your back slightly when Wanda's fingers tug at the waistband of your sweatpants.
"Get these off, I'll be back in a moment."
Wanda's weight shifts off the couch, and you hear her walk towards the bedroom. Eagerly, you pull your sweatpants down. They catch on your ankle, and you kick them off after a bit of a struggle, the fabric landing on the floor with one leg inside out.
Fuck, you can feel just how wet you are now that you're exposed to the air. Your arousal drips down as you resume your position on all fours. You can feel it against the sensitive nerves of your t-dick, and you feel yourself throb in anticipation.
Soft footsteps sound out, and you look behind you, your face flushing when you see the dildo in between Wanda's legs. The harness is snug around her hips, and you love the salacious grin she sports as she positions herself behind you on the couch.
"Does my good boy want to be fucked?" Wanda asks, her voice low and teasing.
Fuck yes, you do.
"Oh, please," is all you're able to say. Well, whimper, more like. The words are drawn out, and you choke slightly when Wnda roughly grabs your hips, her fingers digging in.
"Ask properly."
"Please fuck me, Mommy. I need it…" You moan as you feel Wanda's strap start to slide inside you. It goes in easily, practically frictionless, from how aroused you are. "Fuck, thank you. I want you to fuck me so hard, please, just make me go brainless from pleasure."
Wanda chuckles, sliding her whole strap inside you in one motion.
"Oh, darling. Aren't you already brainless for me?"
You just nod. The feeling of her completely inside you is making your t-dick throb almost violently. Pleasure cascades through you, and you wriggle your hips slightly.
"How cute," Wanda murmurs. "I love how desperate you look when you try to fuck yourself on my cock."
One of her hands presses in between your shoulder blades, the pressure constant until you feel your chest move lower, hitting the couch. "Good," Wanda says. "Presenting yourself so well for me."
Her hands grab your wrists, wrenching them behind your back as you feel a soft cuff wrapping around them, holding them together as Wanda secures the velcro strap.
"God, I love having you at my mercy," Wanda says, the words more of a moan. She doesn't give you a chance to respond, her hips slowly moving the strap inside you. She pulls it almost all the way out, the tip just barely inside you, before slowly sinking it back inside.
"I love it when you use me like this," you say, your words a bit muffled. Half of your mouth is pressed into the couch, but you can't really move, your body feeling heavy as Wanda continues to fuck you slowly.
"Oh, I know you do," Wanda says, and you can practically hear the smug smirk as she does. "I bet that cock of yours is just aching to be played with, isn't it?"
The ability to form words leaves you when she says that, your cheeks flushed as you squirm and nod into the couch. You feel Wanda begin to thrust roughly, her pace increasing as she angles her strap. The tip hits your G-Spot, and you feel your legs shake slightly.
"Ah, there it is," Wanda says, her fingers digging into your hips, her fingernails sure to leave crescent-shaped indents in your skin that stay for days. "Show Mommy how much you love it when she fucks you like this, show me how good it feels."
She doesn't have to tell you twice. You can feel your t-dick throbbing hotly, begging for stimulation. The sounds of Wanda fucking you only make you more desperate, your body heating up as you hear the wet sounds of her strap slipping in and out of you.
You mean to start soft, to let the barest whimper out, but the moment you open your mouth, Wanda's fingers start stroking your cock.
"Ohhh, fuck," you whine, moans streaming out as Wanda sets a brutally slow pace. It's almost teasing, your mind clouding from pleasure as she works you up. "Thank you, Mommy."
Wanda has trained you well. You forgot to thank her one time, and she'd punished you for… You actually don't know how long it had been. Your days had all sort of blended together after the first week. Wanda had kept you in a state of constant arousal, edging you every night and having you thank her for each one. You'd never forget that rule again.
"I bet you already want to cum," Wanda's voice is dripping with soft condescension. "If I told you to cum, you'd be pulsing between my fingers and clenching around my cock so hard it'd probably send you into a second orgasm. Isn't that right?"
Her words are filling your head, your t-dick throbbing as she strokes it. You can already feel yourself clenching around her strap, and you just nod weakly. You're unable to do much else, your body succumbing to her every whim, like an instrument being played by a master.
Wanda leans down, forcing her strap deeper inside you as she grazes your ear with her teeth. "Cum for me, pet." Her voice is commanding, low and husky, barely labored from her efforts of fucking you.
Her fingers move quicker around your t-dick, her strap roughly hitting your G-Spot as you explode, your pleasure coursing through you as you reach your climax. Everything is so fucking sensitive. You can feel every ridge of Wanda's trap as it continues to pump deep inside you. Wanda's fingers slow down on your t-dick, careful not to overstimulate you.
You barely even notice, your cheek smearing with frool as you moan into the couch, your body shaking from each throb of pleasure as you cum. Wanda's strap is coated with your arousal, sliding inside you even more easily than before, her tip nudging against your G-Spot and prolonging your orgasm.
It feels like all the blood in your body has rushed downwards, everything a hundred times more sensitive than before. Wanda knows exactly how to fuck you through your orgasm, how to prolong the pleasure even while your body trembles from the aftershocks of an orgasm.
"Good job, baby," Wanda whispers, her hand gently sliding into your hair, scratching your scalp. It feels like she's almost petting you, and you feel your body relax as your orgasm finally subsides. Wanda's strap is still buried inside you, her hips softly moving. "Fuck, darling. You're still hard."
Wanda's fingers lightly graze your t-dick, and your hips jerk from the sensation, your nerves raw. Fuck, you are still hard. Does that mean…?
"No more for today," Wanda murmurs, her fingers gripping the roots of your hair in a warning when you whimper in protest. "Be grateful I let you cum at all, pet. The thought of you squirming and convulsing underneath me was too much to resist." Wanda's voice sounds far away, your ears ringing as blood begins to rush back to your head. "It was even better than I'd hoped. You moan to pathetically… fuck."
Groaning, Wanda begins to slowly fuck you again, guiding her strap deep inside you. She isn't rough or fast, only pulling the strap out maybe an inch before fucking it back inside. She's practically humping you, now, the base of her strap rubbing perfectly against her clit.
"Mommy needs to cum again, baby. That's how much she liked watching you cum," Wanda moans, her hand moving from your hair to the back of your neck, the other gripping your hip tightly. "Stay still and let Mommy use you until she cums."
You don't protest, content to let Wanda use you as she sees fit. Your cock is uncomfortably hard, throbbing each time she grinds her strap into your G-Spot. You don't mind. You love it when Wanda uses you to cum and denies you the same pleasure. Besides, being worked up for days at a time only made the eventual orgasm so much fucking better.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Wanda groans, her mouth right next to your ear. Her weight is pressing against you, forcing her cock deeper inside you. "Such a good little toy for me to use, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," your voice is slightly shaky, arousal beginning to heat your body again, but Wanda ignores it.
Wanda keeps grinding her cock into you, her hands tightening almost painfully around your hip and neck as she nears her orgasm, and you begin to whimper. You know exactly what she likes to hear, which sounds will push her over that edge, and you deliver. You don't even have to fake it, not really. You were an expert at holding back, but when Wanda wanted to hear you or needed to, you were more than happy to provide.
The whimpers and moans that emerge from you are truly pathetic, almost degradingly so. It works though, Wanda's hips stuttering as she desperately grinds herself into you, her breaths becoming ragged and clipped.
Wanda cums again, her hips bucking against you as she does, her clit grinding deliciously into the base of her strap. Her moans are directly in your ear, soft and low. Her skin is slightly damp, rubbing against your bare back as she slumps against you.
She doesn't speak for a while, but eventually, she stirs. "Darling, what is this movie?"
You can't contain the chuckle that escapes you, your eyes blearily watching the movie, your focus elsewhere. "I have literally no idea, I just clicked the first one that popped up."
"Hmm," she murmurs, kissing the back of your neck before slowly getting back to her knees, her strap still inside you. "Why don't we move this to the bedroom, hm? It's not like either of us is paying attention to this movie."
You look back, a smile threatening to spread on your lips. "Really?"
Wanda just smirks, playfully slapping your ass and sliding her strap out when you jolt from the sensation. You groan, feeling empty, and wishing she would fuck her cock back inside you.
"Go on, then," Wanda urges, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV, raising an eyebrow when you stand. "Crawl to the bedroom like the good pet you are for me. I'll be there in a moment."
You obey. Swaying your hips more than you usually would, hoping Wanda liked the view of your dripping hole and hard t-dick.
The bedroom is dimly lit as you crawl onto the soft carpet near your shared bed. Knowing that Wanda would want you in position for her, you hop onto the bed, only to feel all the blood rush south once again as you take in the multitude of items spread over the mattress.
The door snicks shut behind you, Wanda's vanilla perfume wafting over you, and you moan. The tip of her strap prods at your still leaking hole, her fingers reaching for one of the riding crops.
A shiver runs through you as you realize just how long this night is going to be.
hi! could you please help find two seperate wanda fics stuck in my head?
the first one was a stepmom wanda x reader, and wanda starts touching her on the couch with a movie playing in the background whilst the dad is away and the reader's super innocent? but then it ends and turns out they were filming a porno for halloween or something (not sure if it was a roleplay)
the second is southern(?) mechanic wanda x reader where she somehow always has the unsatisfied housewives come to her and it's also a smut! the premise is just that the reader's car broke down and wanda fixes it!
thank you very much <3
Hello there random anon
I've tried to see what I could do, tho i dont mean to be rude or question your memory exactly of the fics you described cause I think I mightve found them? but kind of not cause there is a difference, Im not exactly sure, only you can really confirm that
I remember reading a fic way back when that sounded EXACTLY like the first fic you described. Not on tumblr tho, it was on Ao3 by author omgspnfanfiction who is also here on tumblr, the fic is called Seeking Comfort In Scary Movies but I dont think they posted that fic here, AND THERE IS ONE BIG DIFFERENCE! The difference being it was not a Wanda fic but a Natasha fic. If you want to check out the fic you have the details(if any other curious reader wanted to read it, a warning that it is explicit and has very explicit gifs in the work), if you are for sure on the fact it was a wanda fic let me know, I might try looking again
For your second fic I havent found many, if any mechanic wanda fics im sorry to say, tho I have found reader mechanic with wanda fics, along the same vein of wondering if you meant natasha I did find a fic of southern? Maybe mechanic natasha coming to fix readers car, I dont truly know if it counts as southern cause she calls reader sweetheart and I dont know if thats like southern enough to be considered southern
Anyways im just gonna link some fics below of fics that could be in the same vein or maybe could be what youre looking for, and hey maybe someone else might know of the fic youre talking about in terms of mechanic wanda x reader
If you know the fic this anon could be talking about comment it below
Wanda x reader
Fix by togrowoldinv
Car troubles with Mrs maximoff by notamilfluver
Both of these are wanda with mechanic reader
Natasha x reader
Broken by Nopityforhope
This sounds like a southern Nat, the one i thought could maybe be it, there is no mention of house wives tho
Mechanic by scarsw1fe
Reader goes into nat's shop to get her car fixed
Servicing and inspection by once upon a thigh
Established relationship between mechanic nat and Reader
A hot affair by abbyromanoff
A hot affair was labeled mechanic nat tho really she fixed a toilet at readers place and not a car
Your mechanic by abbyromanoff
Your mechanic was a mechanic Natasha with established relationship with reader with reader visiting nat at work
A kinktober fic by sytoran
This sytoran kinktober fic had milf!nat x mechanic reader where Nat's car broke down
Hopefully anon you follow or are around to see this
Summary: A people pleaser stepmother and a stepdaughter that hates her a lot.
Pairing: Stepdaughter Wanda Maximoff x Stepmom Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Tags/Warnings: 18+ fauxcest/stepcest, smut, top Wanda, bottom reader, age gap (Wanda is around 20-25 while reader is 38-45), emotional manipulation, depictions of parental violence, grief/loss, noncon taking of photos, toxic Wanda (she hates you so much)
Author's Note: I am just so hyperfixed w stepdaughter Wanda that I had to post this so advanced after posting it just yesterday on Patreon. I am posting this so that you can ask requests or ask questions for this AU.
This won't be a continuous series. Instead, it'll be a collection of standalone fics, which is why this one is...relatively short.
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Wanda first heard your name three months ago, when her father called her at college to say he'd met someone. She'd shrugged it off then, used to his short-lived flings after her mother died, figured it would fizzle out like all the rest. She didn't bother asking who you were.
She got home for spring break to find your shoes by the front door and a framed wedding photo on the mantel in the living room. The bottom dropped out of her stomach—her father never even told her it was happening. This wasn't a fling. You'd moved into her mother's house, taken her mother's place, and no one had asked her what she thought.
The front door slammed so hard the photo frames rattled on the walls, making you jump where you were stirring pasta on the stove. Erik was in his office, so it was just you downstairs when Wanda trundled her suitcases up the steps, stopped dead in the entryway when she saw you standing there in her mother's kitchen. Her face went white, then sharp, all the pieces clicking into place faster than you could speak.
"Who the fuck are you!?"
You held out a hand to calm her down and she knocked it away, the spoon clattering to the floor, red sauce splattering up the front of your shirt. She didn't apologize, she just stood there shaking, hatred blazing in her eyes like you'd already broken everything she ever loved.
Erik burst through the door two minutes later, having gotten Pietro's panicked call from his room down the hall. He grabbed Wanda's shaking shoulders, trying to pull her into a hug, but she wrenched away, yelling that he'd lied to her for six months, that he didn't care what she wanted anymore. Pietro finally stepped forward when his father's face flushed red with frustration, his grip on Wanda's arm slipping as she tugged hard enough to make his father stumble. He called her name soft, hesitant, reaching out to wrap both arms around her shaking shoulders from behind to hold her back.
Wanda fought him hard, heels scrabbling against the hardwood, but Pietro's always been stronger, built for the soccer he plays year round. She went limp in his hold eventually, chest heaving, hot tears spilling over that she refused to wipe, her eyes locked on you where you still stood by the cold stove, not moving an inch.
It's been two full months since that first fight and the cold war in this house never really ends—she just learned to fight quieter, especially when her father is not around to step in for you.
She never bothers rinsing her dishes, just leaves them caked with old food on the coffee table when she storms out. Her dirty laundry piles up by the washing machine, overflowing onto the floor, and she expects you to pick it up and sort it like she's your spoiled child you never asked for.
Last Saturday you stepped into the bathroom at 6 A.M. to find vomit pooled by the toilet, splashed up the side of the tub, and she'd already stumbled to her room and locked the door, snoring loud enough you could hear it through the wood. You had to clean it up alone, the acrid smell sticking to your clothes for hours. She has been out all night again and got home earlier this morning.
And there were times that you always woke up to girls slipping out the front door at dawn, their shoes clicking quiet on the hardwood like they're afraid to be caught. More often than not, Wanda doesn't even walk them out—just stays curled behind her locked bedroom door, leaving you to make awkward small talk with hungover girls who don't know what to call you. When she does see them out, she leans in the doorway of her room, one bare foot propped on the frame, and stares right through you the whole time. She doesn't say a word, just holds that cold, deadly look until the door clicks shut behind the girl, then turns and slams her own door hard enough to rattle the walls.
Every small or big mess, every cold silence, is a reminder you're still the intruder who broke into her life.
And now, another fire has started between you and your stepdaughter.
Pietro leans back in his chair, still laughing with his dad about something that happened on his team. You glance at Wanda, who hasn't spoken a word at dinner, picking at her asparagus like it personally offended her. You clear your throat soft, leaning forward a little to include her.
"I was just wondering—did you ever play any sports? Your brother has always been so obsessed with soccer."
Wanda's fork stills halfway to her mouth. She lifts her eyes slowly, pinning you where you sit, the corner of her mouth twitching into a cold, sharp smile.
"Why do you care? You're just gonna insert yourself into every part of my life anyway, might as well get all the details from dad."
Your husband sets his fork down with a quiet clink, opening his mouth to scold her, but you reach under the table to touch his wrist, shaking your head once to stop him. Wanda watches the gesture, her smile dropping into that familiar cold, tight line, jaw set hard enough to see the muscle tick.
"I'm done. I'm going out." She pushes her chair back slowly, half her dinner still untouched on the plate.
Pietro tries to smooth it over, leaning forward to call after her as she grabs her jacket off the back of the chair.
"C'mon Wands, don't leave, mom was just—"
Wanda stops on her track, her back going rigid. She doesn't turn around, doesn't say anything for a long ten seconds, and you can see her shoulder muscles tightening under her sweater.
"Mom?" She smirks, wanting to laugh at what she just heard his brother say. "She's never gonna be my mom." Then, she looks at you straight in the eye, stepping closer from where you sat, her finger pointing at your face. "You, you are never going to be my mom. You hear that? You're never gonna be my fucking mom so stop pretending like you are!"
Erik grabbed Wanda's arm before she could step back and when she tried to pull away, his hand snapped out and struck her across the cheek.
You gasped and pulled your husband back, your heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat. Wanda stumbled, one hand pressed to her stinging cheek, eyes wide with shock before the hurt hardened into cold, unforgiving hatred. She didn't cry, didn't make a sound, she just stared at his father like she didn't even recognize him anymore.
She spins around her cheeks streaked with hot tears she doesn't bother to wipe away. Her chest heaves and the anger rolls off her so thick you can almost touch it, every muscle in her body coiled tight like she's ready to fight the whole room. She yanks the door open and doesn't look back before slamming it shut.
Pietro shoves his chair back, grabbing his own jacket and yelling back at his twin.
A block away from the house, Wanda spins on her brother, eyes still red, voice cracking. "You calling her mom now? How could you do that? How could you both just forget mama so easily?"
Pietro stepped closer to her even when she flinched back, his voice soft and guilty. He says he hasn't forgotten their mother, he could never forget her, it just slipped out and admitted that he has been calling you that for sometime now—mom. You're here now, you're nice to him, you make dad happy again after all these years of him just being hollow and sad. Wanda shakes her head, backing away further, like his words are something dirty she can't let touch her.
She crosses her arms tight over her chest to hide how much she's shaking, hot tears spilling over faster now that it's just the two of them. She can't believe he's already taken your side, that he's okay with replacing their mother with some stranger who showed up six months ago. She spits that you're not family, you'll never be family, and if he can't see that, then he's just as much a traitor as their father is.
You will never be her mom, she will never ever call you that.
As for you, you'd chosen to step back. No more trying to earn your stepdaughter's affection, no more pushing to become part of her life. Instead, you stayed on your side of the house, keeping your distance for the entire time she would be there.
So...who would've thought that your side of the house would end up in your stepdaughter's bed?
A flash of her phone camera blinds you for a second. You were shaking and naked, almost close to passing out. The photo captured the slick mess of cum between your thighs that looked like glitter.
Her palm slaps hard against your swollen, slick cunt over and over, making you jerk and cry out into her pillow, your whole body trembling under her. She laughs low when you whine, grabbing your hip to hold you still for another stinging blow.
"Get up. Dad's gonna be home in twenty minutes and you still have dinner to cook. Don't forget to pick up my laundry on your way out."
who needs oxygen when you have boobs in your mouth? ⊹₊ ⋆
ꢤꢆ back at it with the mommy milkers 🥛
description - your stepmom, wanda, has recently taken lactation pills as a favour to a friends baby whilst she’s away, but what happens when her friend’s trip is cancelled and she doesn’t need the favour anymore?
warnings - 18+, smut, stepmom!wanda, lactation, fingering, shy!reader, teasing, r first time, praise kink, soft dom wanda, sub reader, sweet wanda, kissing, slight aftercare, shitty description omg, lactation, lactation, did i mention lactation? lmk if i missed anything, my first full one shot, beware ;>
a/n - ok so i’m not too sure abt how the whole lactacion pill thing works and i tried searching shit up but it’s quite complicated and different for everyone i’m sure but im not that bothered abt accuracy it’s just a fantasy. the backstory is also kind of cliche but what other way is there to justify getting with your dad’s hot wife? 😂
thank you to my sweet sweet mootie @sparklejumprope13 for the title, it’s perfectly fitting <3
word count - 3.4k
it’s a warm summer evening. you’re sat in bed with your stepmom, wanda. her legs are splayed out as you sit between them, your back rested against her chest. soft rays of light pour into the room through the lace of the curtains, leaving floral patterns all over the walls. the beams land on your skin in little shapes, golden and toasty - making you sink further into her embrace.
her arms are wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed out on your shirt, softly rubbing the silky material and as she moves her hair tickles the back of your neck, causing you to wriggle a little in her grasp.
you’re watching a movie together - grease, one of your favourites. wanda isn’t particularly fond of musicals but she doesn’t care much, as long as she gets to spend time with her sweet girl.
it’s been nice, getting to spend time with wanda, getting to know her. she came into your life a little over three months ago and you were skeptical at first, because like so many of your dads past wives, they all stormed into your life with a motive, wanting to drain your dad of his life’s savings, then move on to the next rich prick. you couldn’t say you felt sorry for your dad, he was in-fact a prick, but every time one of his wives left it broke a little piece of you. you’d been so oblivious to their niceties and seemingly sweet gestures. every time you’d think, finally, finally you get to have the love you never had, the love you never felt you deserved - but every time, they’d leave like a thief in the night, taking a little piece of your heart with them. as you and wanda grew closer you’d often find yourself thinking that if she ever left you like they did, there’d be nothing left of you afterwards. you’d be a shell of broken pieces with no more love to accept.
it was scary, opening up to her about all of this, but she reassured you that she wasn’t like them. you chose to believe her one last time, and you’re once reclused self has now become chatty and open and vulnerable. you’re still deathly shy around her most of the time, but who can blame you when wanda looks the way she does - intimidatingly beautiful, pale green eyes and long auburn locks that shimmer in the rays of her bedroom where you both sit.
although you love the peace and serenity of relaxing with wanda, the moment is cut short when you hear a sharp inhale suck through her teeth. you turn your head and see her biting her lip, her hand pressed firmly into the skin of her thigh, trying to suppress whatever is causing her discomfort.
you sit up a little, thinking maybe your hurting her, but it doesn’t help, and another soft groan escapes her.
“are you okay, mommy?” you ask, tracing your fingers along the smooth skin on her legs in an attempt to relieve her. she shakes her head, wincing and cupping a hand on one of her breasts.
“ooouh - fuck,” she hisses, kneading her flesh. you sit, dumbfounded by whatever it is going on.
“sorry, sweetheart. mommy shouldn’t swear, but fuck-” she laughs acidicly. “it hurts.” her eyes close, like she’s trying to imagine anything other than the pain coursing through her veins. you sit and watch her fondle her breasts for a moment before the explanation to all of this shoots back into your memory. you remember her talking about a friend of hers who was going on a trip and wasn’t able to take her baby with her. she’d asked wanda to babysit for her and possibly cross feed because she didn’t want the baby on formula, for whatever reason you couldn’t remember - something about nutrients. wanda happily said she’d do it, but just a few days before the trip (after she’d already started on the lactation pills) her friend told her that it had been cancelled due to weather conditions.
wanda swore to herself to never do anything nice for anyone ever again after that. the pain is insurmountable, shooting through her flesh and making her stomach lurch.
“can i do anything to help?” you feel horrible, knowing she’s going through this for no reason and that there’s nothing she can do until the pills she took stop their effects.
“can you rub on mommy’s stomach please, baby?” the pills have also given her a number of side effects including cramps, and it makes her feel like a teenager who’s got their first period all over again.
you nod and she lifts her shirt up a little. you press your hand into her warm skin, slowly massaging the area with little dips of your fingers. she smiles through her pain at your efforts, reaching her hand out to smooth over your hair. “just a little more pressure, sweetheart,” she says, still moulding her breasts over her thin shirt.
you try your best to add pressure, but touching her like this feels weirdly intimate, especially when she has that contorted look on her face, and soft little whimpers spill from her mouth. you don’t want to overstep or end up hurting her.
“here,” she says, reaching out and patting your hand. “how about we switch, hm? you massage mommy’s boobs instead?” your lips part for a second before you realise and you quickly close your mouth, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “a-are you sure?”
“of course, baby. mommy just needs a little more firmness on her tummy.” she connects her thumb and index fingers together as she speaks.
you don’t quite catch the coy smirk she lets her lips break in to for just a second, too busy not being able to look her in the eyes whilst you nod your head in agreement.
she straightens her face when you look up and gives you a tender smile instead, taking your hand and guiding you to her cloth covered breast. you lay your hand flat on the surface, too scared to move, to do anything. “go on sweetheart, help mommy feel better.”
it’s squishy and warm as you squeeze and you feel them spilling out of her bra underneath her shirt - the overgrowth of milk clearly making it too small for her. you begin lightly massaging, hands pressing in a clawing motion against her tits. “like this, mommy?”
she sighs, tipping her head back at your touch. “yeah, baby, oooh - that’s it,” she moans softly, placing her own hand on her stomach and pressing hard at the tightening pressure on her pelvis.
you massage for a few more minutes and it seems as though some of wanda’s pain has been alleviated. her eyes are closed and she breathes in long stretches as you work. you can’t say the idea of groping your mommy’s tits isn’t making your underwear just a little damp, and you try not to squirm every time she softly mewls, but it’s gets frustratingly harder with each passing minute.
even more so when you start to feel a slight wetness on her shirt. it settles on your palms, warm and slightly tinted. you pause, looking up at her. but she doesn’t seem to notice, too encapsulated in her meditative state.
the liquid flows a bit more freely now, darkening the patch of her shirt around where her nipples are. “m-mommy?” your fingers stop their motions on her boobs and her eyes flutter open. she sees you staring at your hand, unsure of what to do with the liquid that has accumulated there.
“oh, detka.” she coos, stroking your temple. “can you go and get mommy’s pump, please?”
you nod and she tells you it’s in one of her bedside table drawers. you stand up shakily, though you’re not sure why. your head seems to feel a little fluttery and you feel a slight jolt in your abdomen. a feeling that gets worse as you watch wanda lift her shirt up, revealing only a thin bra that has become almost transparent around her nipples.
you instantly look away, focusing on the task at hand. get her pump. you reach down to the bottom drawer of her nightstand and open it, fetching the item and walk back to the bed, almost antagonisingly slow.
you pass her the item and sit down next to her awkwardly, not knowing what to do with yourself. and if that wasn’t already hard enough, she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, scrunching it up into a ball and aiming at the laundry basket a few feet away.
you turn away as soon as your eyes come into contact with her breasts, wanting to be respectful, not because you’re afraid of ogling her - no, never that.
“it’s okay, sweetheart,” she giggles. “you can look.”
you turn back around, smiling sheepishly and taking her in. they’re full, almost swollen, her nipples hardening as they come into contact with the fresh, cool, summer air. your cheeks turn pink and you try your best to look at her pretty face, but it feels like they’re staring right at you.
“you okay, bunny?” she snaps you out of your thoughts. you clear your throat and give her an unbelievable smile. “yes.”
she’s just about done fiddling with the pump and attaches the flange on to her nipple. she breathes, thinking she’s about to get a relief from all this, but the suction seems to not be working. she checks the tubing and assembly, not understanding what the problem is.
she tries once more and the suction fails again. she cups one of her boobs as an achy cramp suddenly attacks. “mmh,” she whimpers - unintentionally, or not, gripping one of your thighs.
you wouldn’t say you like seeing your mommy in pain, but the sounds she makes and the hold on your thigh is making quite the mess of your panties - much so that if she moved her hand one inch closer she’d for sure feel the stickiness coating your groin area.
“baby…” wanda whispers, her thumb making little circles on your thigh. “w-would you mind?” she asks, her words slow and drifting into the air. you catch them before they dissipate and your eyes widen involuntarily.
you know she really wouldn’t ask if she didn’t have any other option and the thought of her nipples in your mouth doesn’t seem like a bad thing, so why are you so nervous?
you stare into space, and she anxiously waits for your answer, hoping to get it sooner rather than later. “please, sweetheart…mommy hurts.” she winces, fingering her exposed, tender nipples. her words have you instantly obliging, nodding your head vigorously like that alone will stop her pain.
“yeah?” she waits for your confirmation, her tensed muscles finally relaxing a little.
“yeah,” you echo, your skin prickling with warmth.
“come here, sweetheart.” wanda opens her arms, gesturing for you to sit sideways on her lap. once you’re comfortable she kisses your forehead and rests her hand on the side of your thigh. you find it a little hard to breathe now that you’re close up to her - her breasts mere inches away from your face, dripping milk down onto her stomach. “go head, baby,” she coaxes, stroking your thigh.
you glance at her face once more and she softly smiles, all the extra reassurance you need to lean forward and wrap your lips around her nipple.
she sighs as you slowly suckle, letting her shoulders sink fully into their natural state. you hum and relax your tongue around her as the sweet, thin liquid flows into your mouth. it doesn’t taste like you expected, you somehow thought it’d be bitter, but it’s almost got a vanilla kind of tinge to it.
“mmh…good girl,” she murmurs, her fingers slow and soothing on your thigh, and a pulse of heat rushes straight to your core. your legs squirm slightly underneath her touch and you apply more pressure, suckling as the milk caresses your stomach lining.
wanda guides one of your hands to her other boob, placing it there and squeezing your fingers. you let out a low squeak as you massage, feeling the tiny milk droplets leak out of her nipple with each touch. “such a helpful little girl,” she says, moaning softly when you gently pinch her erect bud.
your sleep shorts seem to grow wetter just as fast as the milk seeps into your mouth. you don’t mean to have these reactions, but this whole situation feels like a fever dream, just not one you’d ever want to wake up from - it has your thoughts feeling blurry and your tummy feeling all funny. you press your free hand just above your panty line, willing the delightful ache away, but it doesn’t seem to work.
once the boob your undivided attention is on starts feeling a little empty, wanda sits you up and places you on the side of her other one. you don’t waste any time, latching on to her trickling nipple and shutting your eyes closed. she puts her hand back on your thigh, letting her fingertips dance up and down your skin. her lips widen as she sees just how much your enjoying it and she fights to hold back a moan when you accidentally bite her nipple, eager and hungry like you haven’t had a bite of food in days. you smile bashfully, an apologetic expression on your face.
“you like that, baby?” she grins, deep down wanting you to do it again. you just nod in response, irrationally afraid of what might happen if you let go for one second.
her fingertips trail up towards your stomach, she can’t seem to keep her hands to herself. she rubs the area with her palm, feeling your stomach bloat as it fills with liquid, the rising and dropping as you breathe accentuating the effect. “mommy loves your little tummy, sweetheart.” she presses a little harder, your stomach making little gurgling noises as you digest her milk.
you whimper, pursing your lips around her, forcing your legs shut as you squirm in her lap. wanda coos, kissing your cheeks and pushing harder against your stomach.
“poor baby.” she lowers her hands, trailing down towards your inner thighs. when you realise where she’s headed your brows pinch, and you gaze up at her, all doe eyed and fuzzy headed. she doesn’t say a word, her face motionless, just making it seem like innocent little touches. you almost believe it, but then you feel your shorts being pulled to the side and two fingers teasing you over your panties. you unlatch from her nipple, a sharp gasp squeezing out from your throat. “m-mommy?”
“keep suckling, baby - that’s it,” she mutters, gently pushing your mouth back onto her breast. her nails lightly graze your clit and you pule as she spreads your legs so that she can gain better access.
she flexes her fingers over your panties, slowly collecting all your dampness on her skin. “mommy felt how wet your sleep shorts were while you were drinking her milk, bunny,” she almost sings, gasping without a single ounce of shock at the wetness coating her fingers.
you find it hard to stay still, your legs writhing at her touch and your lips quivering around her nipple, making little drops of the white liquid drip out from your mouth. she neatly wipes the spilt milk off of your chin, kissing the corner of your mouth in the process. “was it making your insides all funny, hm? - sucking on mommy’s boobies.”
your hips buck at her words, making you flustered and hot within seconds - the teasing of her fingers on your pussy isn’t helping at all. “mhm…” is all you can manage with the sweltering heat attacking your core.
she pushes your panties to the side, running her fingers up your folds. “mm, i bet, honey.” she spreads them open, pressing a finger on your clit and rubbing in slow circles, and you let out a strained moan, burrowing your face in the side of her boob. “ohh, baby - does that feel good?”
you nod, whimpering into her skin as she increases the intensity, making your skin tingle and shiver. “fff- mommy,” you whine, popping her nipple back into your mouth and sucking eagerly, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. she moans inaudibly, her fingers slowing on your clit as she gathers herself before picking their pace back up and overwhelming your senses.
“such a pretty girl,” she says, smiling as if she’d just won the lottery and inching her fingers closer to your dripping hole. “say it for me, princess - tell mommy you’re her pretty girl.” she circles her fingers around your entrance, letting your slickness wrap around them like lube.
“‘m your pretty girl, mommy,” you mumble around her nipple, and it satisfies her enough so that she sticks her fingers inside your pussy, curling them slightly upwards and pounding them into you.
your hands clutch at her own as she fucks her fingers inside you, clawing and pulling involuntarily as your mind tries to keep up with your body. “shhh, i’ve got you. yeah, you’re doing such a good job…taking it so well.”
you suck lazily on her boob, milk dribbling down your chin and chest. wanda’s free hand rests on your stomach, pressing down like before, making you wriggle and press your hips up further into her touch, seeking what your body cannot handle.
you exhale sharply when she curls her fingers some more. her own hips start to lightly buck up against your thigh, the sight of your tired pussy being finger fucked and the feeling of your walls clenching around them making her insatiably aroused.
you feel her weak attempt at humping against you, the fabric of her pants and the position you’re in a useless barrier - you can tell how frustrated and pent up she is and it only causes your orgasm to draw closer. “god, sweetheart…you’re making mommy so wet,” she mewls, fucking her fingers deeper into your hole.
“‘m so close, mommy,” you cry out, your eyes glistening with unshed tears as you suckle on the remainder of what’s left in her boobs. the pressure on your cervix leaves you a whiny, disheveled mess, biting down hungrily on her nipples, needing more.
wanda groans, tilting your chin up and kissing your mouth - wet and sloppy and without any rhythm, struggling to keep her cool. her tongue rasps against yours and you noisily whimper into her mouth, the sounds vibrating against her oesophagus.
she teasingly presses harder on your stomach, knowing that will end up being your demise. you feel a knot of heaviness in your bladder and clutch at your mommy’s hands again, trying but failing to pry them off. “come for me, angel…come for mommy.”
you moan inaudibly one last time before your legs squeeze together and shake violently as your pussy contracts around her fingers and you reach your peak, a stream of pleasure washing over you.
“that’s it, baby.” wanda soothes, wrapping her arms around you while your body stiffens and your vision blurs. “soo pretty when you come.” she pulls her fingers out of you slowly then sticks them in her mouth, humming at the taste of you.
you whine, laying in the pleasure of your first orgasm for a moment, then press your face into her chest, ineptly sucking on the skin of her breast.
“shhh, mommy’s got you,” she whispers into your hairline, stroking up and down your backside. “such a good girl…”
she sits you on her lap, your legs straddling her. she looks down at your dazed expression and pouts at how soft and blissed out you look. it’s adorable, and she can’t resist pressing tiny little kisses all over your face.
you giggle, trying to shield yourself but she just pulls your hands away. “mm mm, i don’t think so” she teases, peppering your face even more and feeling her lips get warmer as you flush at her touch. “there’s my sweet girl.”
she softens, pulling you back against her chest and cradling you gently in her arms. “i love you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, petting your hair.
you bury your face deeper into her chest, drunk on love and affection - your mouth finds its way back to her nipple and you suckle until you no longer feel the sunlight on your back.
tw: mentions of alcohol (neither r or wanda consume it), two brief mentions of toxic parents (r’s mom went to jail), wanda & r flirting lmao
a/n: not proofread, this is fresh outta the oven babes. Idk how I feel about this bc I feel I’m not good with writing fluff like this LMAO
It was a call from your brother. On the other end of the phone, he was begging you to come over and entertain them at dinner.
“It’s good to see you,” your brother had said earnestly when you had walked up. He wrapped you in a hug, one you sunk into.
“Tyler is at a friend’s place. It’s good for him to get out, he’s been struggling with friends.”
“He’s been doing fine at practice?”
He shuts the door behind you, “I mean at school, he’s been complaining that they’re immature.”
His wife calls from further in the house, appearing from a corner to come and greet you. She’s always been welcoming, but the relationship between you still feels fresh. The table was already set, the dishes laid out on the table.
“How’s Tyler been at practice other than the friends he’s been making?”
“Oh he’s picking it up well,” you slide the chair closest to the window out to sit, “cocky as ever, but he’s doing well.”
“Good. What do you think of the coach?”
An uncomfortable look is shared between him and his wife, it makes you feel small. The look they shared felt usually like they knew something you didn’t, or that they had to walk on eggshells around you.
“She’s great,” you defuse the silence, “We don’t have to talk about any of that, I’m moving on.”
“Sweet, we just care to check in,” she finally steps into the conversation. You could tell your brother wanted to hash it out yet again, saying it’s because he cares but you’ve said the conversations make it worse. When your mind wants to forget about it, the constant back-track doesn’t help.
“Tyler’s coach and I are talking.”
The sentence had him stuttering, shock written on his face, “when? And how?”
His wife has a similar look on her face, but the small smile on her face eases the pressure in your chest.
“The situation’s a bit different from how you two met. A man hit on me, remember what I talked about last week? She scared him off, we introduced ourselves, and started saying hi whenever we saw each other.”
He points a finger at you, “that’s different. Do you like her?”
“She slipped her number in my coat pocket, I’d say we’re both interested.”
“It probably took you a day to realize it was there.”
You attempt to hide your smile but it’s futile, and the two laughs at the sight. He sighs and leans back in his seat, no longer hunching over the table, “I also wanted to ask how your job’s been going? You still with that company?”
“I’m staying with them unless they refuse to give me a raise, the amount they’re giving is barely enough to cover rent.”
He hums, “if you need anything, we’re here.”
You smile as a thank you and divert the conversation away from you by asking about their lives. They’re always eager to, their body language becoming more open and relaxed once they begin to. It could be a result of overthinking, but at times you feel most conversations surrounding you are negative. The one you just had about your nephew’s coach was the first time you collectively connected positively.
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Within a second of closing the door to your apartment, your phone lit up the dark room. It was hurting your eyes, but you had never really cared to check who the recipient was until this moment. It wasn’t formatted properly, the text sent in a rush. The text read, “call me when you can,” just with random spacing and two misspelled words.
You debated waiting in hopes to seem hard to get, but you couldn’t wait any longer without hearing her voice. So you pressed on her contact, pressing your phone to your ear and sliding your shoes off in the foyer.
“Is everything alright,” you began, a small amount of concern bleeding into how you spoke.
“It can be,” she says, the pause between her words almost suffocating, “you deserve a nice dinner, and I will take you to one if you so wish to. But I have a formal event later tonight and need a plus one, I-“
“I’ll go as your plus one.”
“Oh wonderful. Thank you, thank you. I’ll come to your place at 9.”
She ends the call right after and you’re thankful she did. You can feel your heart fall out from your chest with the pitiful ache forming. If it were to be nerves or excitement, neither you nor your mind fully understands the difference.
With the lights now turned on it causes you to squint due to the sudden onset of light. You stumble to find your bedroom to open your window and let fresh air in. The projected event later that night turned your stomach into knots and mind into a blank slate of irrational anxiety. It was sudden and unexpected, but it was welcomed. What wasn’t welcomed was the following emotions, like anxiety.
The sun had settled under the surface, turning your room orange. With the sun lowering it set your alarm off. The tv across from you shut off and you slid off your bed.
Each minute passed while you got ready, and so did an alarm. Rather it was better to have three annoying alarms remind you of how much time you had than to be rushing out late. You had to remind yourself of that when it went off while you were in the shower, scaring you.
The parking lot was empty save for four cars in their assigned spots. Wanda had called earlier with questions on where you lived and if she had to do anything to get through the complex’s gate. Five minutes later here she was driving towards you.
A shaking hand reached towards the car door, opening it. She continued to watch you as you shut the door, you knew based off of feeling her eyes on you. It made your mind blank.
“I want to thank you again,” she admits, looking to you occasionally as she drives towards her friend’s estate. “It was last minute. I forgot about it until I saw the reminder on my phone.”
You smile at her, “you’re fine. What’s the event for?”
“My friend from college is getting married, this is some sort of together party. It doesn’t make sense and that’s just because they’re wealthy.“
“Who’s the wealthy one?”
“In a way both of their families are, but the bride’s family has a stable job set out for her.”
“How’d you meet?”
She stops at a red light, the color highlighting a side of her face when she turns towards you.
“She was in a class of mine. Connected over a terrible professor. I’m still surprised he still teaches there when all he does is read off of a slide show.”
You roll your eyes dramatically, “figures.”
When she parks, it’s behind a car brand you know is high on the market. It’s fun to dress nice, but it’s another thing when it feels like you’re playing dress up.
Wanda comes to your door, opening it for you and smiling when you fall forward into her. Your foot had fell between the crack of grass and concrete, twisting it and causing you to lean further into her chest.
“I don’t know anyone here expect for my friend, so you have no reason to fear me walking away. I’m in the same boat as you,” she whispers while shutting the car door behind you. A hand stays on your back as you two walk towards the lit up building.
The only awkward part of the night was when she greeted her friend, causing you to stand beside her as she did so. You pay it no mind though, appreciating the way she introduced you into the conversation. You give an occasional response, smiling politely to pass the time until they bid their goodbyes.
“I feel miserable,” she begins, walking you further into the house, “I dragged you into this.”
“You didn’t drag me into anything. I choose to come.”
She looks relieved, her expression now at ease. Her fingers grasp a glass near her, bringing it toward you for you to take.
“I would like to know you more,” she says while taking one for herself, “did you do another sport besides ice skating?”
“I tried soccer, hated it.”
She leans into the counter, facing sideways as compared to you. Her tone easy when she speaks, “what happened?”
“I didn’t like the competitive nature.”
“Did you competitive ice skating? What’s different?”
“You’re actively going against another team. I enjoy being competitive, I don’t like working with a team against another team.”
She hums, shaking her head in disbelief, “I would be crazy to believe that. I need to play with a team.”
You mock her hum, “of course you would.”
A faux offended expression comes on her face, “what’s that supposed to mean? Thought you said I’m a great coach.”
“You are, you just fit the criteria to enjoy a sport where you ram into others and shove a small puck around.”
“Is that why you said I’m a great coach?”
“You won’t let that go, huh?”
She scoots closer, “not until you tell me why.”
You roll your eyes a second time, laughing and pushing her back. She shrugs, “when a pretty woman compliments your teaching style, it’s important to know why so I can continue.”
You look at her incredulously. Unconsciously all nerves you had before beginning to fade away as the night continues. She’s easy to talk to and tease, a contrast from you’re used to.
“You’re genuine.”
“In what, I need more. In how I shove your nephew around? In what?”
“You’re an absolute dork. I mean in how you treat the boys, you care about them. Like you cultivate relationships with them. Even mix of stern and supportive.”
“Some coach expert you are, who’re you comparing me to.”
You have a choice to opt out, but she has an air of freedom. A feeling that you want to fall into more, so you open up that space.
“My mom.”
“Oh,” she gets closer, making your heart race, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, she’s in jail now. Long gone.”
“Shit wow, okay,” Wanda laughs, an endearing grin on her face, “you’re full of history.”
A couple of drinks and long conversations later, you begin to pull away from the party. The atmosphere was calm on the drive home. With the gentle hum of the AC and Wanda’s presence, it lured you to lean fully into the car door beside you.
“If you’d like to sleep, go ahead. It’s pretty late.”
You glance to the clock, finding the numbers 2:00 glaring back at you. A sigh comes from you, “no.”
“Okay,” she mumbles, her husky voice cracking at your resolve. You watch her side profile, a hand under your head.
“You have a slight accent,” you begin and she cuts you off, apologizing for whatever reason.
“What? I was going to say it’s attractive.”
She huffs, looking a bit shocked, “thank you. It might be because English isn’t my first language.”
“What is it,” you ask tiredly, resisting how your eyes are practicing closing.
“It’s Sokovian. And doll, sleep. I promise I don’t mind.”
You didn’t have the energy to respond, the last coming from you being a muffled him before you drifted off. Twenty or thirty minute could’ve passed, but you woke when you felt the car turn at the strange loop getting off the highway. A slight headache begin to appear as you slowly woke up.
“I was about wake you,” she laughs softly, “you seemed to know we’re almost back.”
You groan with a hand in your head, “I regret sleeping, my head hurts.”
“Poor baby, do you have medicine?”
You nod at her question, reaching below to grab at your stuff that had fallen by your feet. The complex’s lights come into view and you’re almost thankful to lay down in your actual bed. What a gift it is to be able to do so.
“Thank you,” you start, “I had a wonderful time. I’m so sorry for just knocking out there at the end.“
“No worries,” she parks the car out front and you can feel the nerves from before spark.
“I would like to see you again,” you say quietly, looking into her eyes, “if that’s okay.”
“Love to. I can get you after practice Tuesday.”
The shyness comes back, everything within you burning at the idea of seeing her again. Your lungs heave in air looking at her, and she knows with the way she begins to smirk weird.
“You’re a goof,” you say finally, moving to climb out of the car. She laughs and waves you off.
Once finally in bed, you weren’t able to sleep with the way you kept replaying the way she was looking at you. It was dangerous. Each one pulled you in further.
tw: creepy man hits on r, flirting (r and w), mentions to past injury (r), some mommy issues mentioned whoops, the nephew’s name is Tyler (💀)
a/n: not proofread oopsies. DON’T steal/repost my works. anyways enjoy this piece of shit. I’ll come back and edit this later.
It’s a transition going from spending every minute in the rink to living vicariously through your nephew’s newfound interest in the ice. You’ve been taking him to lessons since his parents, your brother, has had to work every minute to make a decent living.
Seeing an ice rink after two years was strangely nostalgic. Spending every waking hour here until you’d gone and screwed your leg during practice.
You would’ve been better off without your coach at the time, your mom, yelling in your ear to get up. It’s in the past and you’re hoping it stays there.
Your nephew was about young teen, unfortunately a stereotypical teen boy who played sports. He was a good kid, but too confident for his own good and feeling the need to size up other players.
The coach of the team had been running them through drills. They were mainly on how to skate and learning specific techniques for hockey such as stopping quickly. He was picking it up quick, again too confident in his efforts but it did get him somewhere.
“Who’s yours?”
You faced the man beside you, “I’m sorry?”
He pointed, waving his finger around and it clicked for you. You waved him off, saying you were here for your nephew.
“Is he your sister’s? Your brother’s?”
“My brother’s. He’s thirteen.”
“And picking it up now? That’s a bit late.”
You laugh, “what?”
The man shrugs and leans back, “he may not be able to make varsity. I mean look.”
The frustration burned through you, feeling annoyed at his audacity. You begin to grab your stuff and move down the bleachers.
“These are kids, and they can do it as a social pastime. I did figure skating and I made it into the region competitions. I was thirteen.”
The man scoffs, “I’m talking about the young boy here and an actual sport, not twirling on the ice. I mean you didn’t go far if you’re here on a Monday night.”
With a shake of your head, you leave and officially move away to the other set of bleachers, closer to where the players got off the ice. It was surprising how aggressive some parents were with their kids doing a sport. It concerned you how concerned they were with their kid succeeding in a sport they once did.
You had sat near the railing towards the bottom, resting your head on it. There was an attempt made to forget your coursing adrenaline, watching your nephew work on sliding across the ice.
It was futile, especially with the way the man was holding his stare in your direction. Whatever his problem was, you wanted nothing to do with it. Men were weird, especially when they’re under some sort of influence.
The group huddled together in the rink, the words being spoken echoed throughout the room. The only word you understood was when they announced their team chant.
You waved back at your nephew when he skated by the window, mouthing something about, “watching him.” It was practice time, where they’re given ten minutes to skate around and practice what they learned.
He flailed around but he still got up proud, acting as if his stop and falling onto the ground was meant to happen. It was amusing, but entertaining and failed for you to realize the man was walking near you yet again.
“Hey ma’am, sorry for the inconvenience. I just thought you were quite beautiful.”
You cringe, “being mean is your flirting technique?”
“Usually chicks dig it.”
You nod and look back to your nephew but he’s relentless and doesn’t want to take no for an answer, even stepping closer to you.
“You alright here miss?”
A woman in skates appeared near you two. She was adjusting the heavy coat around her shoulders, moving to take it off with the obvious sweat on around her face and neck.
The man speaks for you, “we’re fine.”
She raises her eyebrow and tosses the coat onto the bleachers, eyes slowly looking to you for confirmation. You move away from the man and it was enough confirmation.
“Hey buddy, she’s not interested. There’s plenty of fish in the sea but a woman twenty years younger than you isn’t the move.”
With a patronizing smile and wave he began to yell at his son to leave. You thanked her, moving to do the same when she stopped you.
“Who’re you here for?”
“Tyler, what’re you here for?”
She looks confused for a moment, making a subtle gesture towards the skates on her feet, “I’m the coach.”
You swear you feel your confidence melt into a puddle. How long have you been taking him to practices and you’ve never cared to greet the coach?
“I’m terrible sorry,” you put your hand out to shake hers, “I should have introduced myself when I had begun to take him to practice. It’s nice to meet you.”
She smiles and pushes your hand away, “no need. How’re you feeling though, need someone to walk you to your car?”
“That’s quite alright, I believe I’ll be fine.”
Your nephew exits the rink then, coming to sit near you two and untie his skates. He either didn’t notice you two conversing or he didn’t care, because he had come barreling in. You take his helmet off, reminding him to not forget his bag in the locker room.
“You did a great job today, Tyler, how’re you feeling about your stops now?”
“I’m definitely better. I think I’m better than Micah too, he slides into the walls. Man has no clue on how to slide.”
She hums, “then I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”
He waved and begins to walk behind the bleachers towards the locker room, and she looks back to you.
“I could stand at the door and make sure you two get to your car? I can see him standing at the tables looking this way. My word, is he drunk or something?”
You look and find him standing outside by himself and accept her assistance. It wasn’t that you necessarily trusted her, but she was more trustworthy than the other.
She grabs her coat and stuff on the seat, ready to go just as Tyler had ran out from the locker rooms. He smelt terrible and for some reason felt the need to stand where his sweat melted onto your skin.
“Maximoff what drills are we doing tomorrow?”
She looks relaxed, her eyes focused on him and tone kind while it feels your nerves are spiking when you see the man in your peripheral vision. He doesn’t seem to pay you any mind anymore, he looked distant while his son finished packing up.
“Okay, I’m heading off. Have a good night you two,” she looks to one more time, and you mouth your thanks. She jerks her car door open, throwing her stuff in and climbing in after.
“I love Maximoff. She’s a great coach, very professional if I could add.”
You shove him into the car, and start driving out of the parking lot. It’s fun to watch someone gain traction in a sport and see how much they enjoy learning the next steps to getting better.
“Are you staying for dinner tonight?”
“I am. Your parents aren’t getting back until later tonight, so I’m staying over tonight. Anything you want to do?”
He doesn’t seem very interested in anything you suggest, wanting to go to bed right after you both have dinner. And it’s understandable.
He had gone to bed four hours before his parents had finally begun to come home, your brother being the first home. He found you on the coach, “hey, how’re you?”
“It’s swell. I got hit on at the rink, but other than that it’s fine. Tyler’s asleep now.”
“You got hit on at the rink?”
“Opened with insults and everything.”
He empties his water bottle, his voice slightly muffled from where he was in the house, “are you okay with continuing to bring him to practice? I feel bad enough as it is. We can’t thank you enough.”
“No it’s fine. It was just sudden. I enjoy being able to see you all often,” you dangle your keys, “I’m going to head back to my apartment, I unfortunately have work tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, get home safe. Maybe tomorrow we can all eat dinner this weekend, we’d like to catch up”
“I’d love to. Sleep well, goodnight,” you wave before shutting the door behind you.
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“Tyler,” you say while finishing tying his skates, “I don’t want you to hang around Josh anymore okay? He’s a terrible influence.“
“But he’s the second best. At least he isn’t sliding into the walls.”
“I mean his personally is shit, just focus on learning the fundamentals and talk with the others.”
“Isn’t that a bad word—”
“Just get on the ice.”
He puts his hands up in offense and stumbles into the rink. You wipe your hands on your pants, “I swear—“
“That you do,” she comes beside you.
She sets her bags down beside you, leaning her shoulder against the wall. Your attention follows her fingers, a part of you hating the way she’s tying her skates. The other part got caught judging from the expression on her face.
“Are you judging how I tie my skates?”
You get slightly flustered, apologizing and fearing you’ve made her uncomfortable but all it does is grow the smile that was already there.
“Should be sorry unless you have a valid reason.”
“I figure skated,” you blurt and she looks amused.
“Do you still skate?”
“Not anymore after an injury my junior year.”
She looks earnest in her apology. In a response to not spiral you laugh it off.
“I bet it’s painful to realize you won’t be able to enjoy your passion again, but you’re here supporting him.”
“It’s not the end of the world, but it’s disappointing,” you laugh, “And of course, Tyler loves hockey. Especially when he has a coach like you.”
She leans to grab her coat, “what’s special about me?”
It’s something you’re still learning. That being how you have a knack for being flirty when you aren’t usually meaning to. In this moment though? You don’t mind.
You smile cruelly, “it’s 2:00.”
She checks her watch for confirmation and dramatically steps back onto the ice with a sigh. You feel your heart race from within your chest at the look she gave you after.
It felt like you were being called out. Her attention was on you before and after each practice. You enjoyed familiarizing yourself with your nephew’s coach (you were flirting). It would make sense to leave everything where it was, but you didn’t want to.
You learned it was more than a simple surface friendship with your nephew’s coach when she slipped her number into your back pocket. And maybe the details on there that she wanted to take you out that Saturday at 8.
summary: as a cop, you always made sure to keep everyone in check, even if it meant doing your job unethically.
pairing: gender-neutral!cop!reader x bottom!wanda
warnings: mention of drugs (just once), unethical behaviour, pervy!cop reader (?), public sex, reader has a penis, unprotected sex, porn-without-plot.
a/n: this is like the first top reader i ever wrote, so lmk what y’all think! anyways i think i’ll write more subby wanda, because she’s so cute <33
word count: 1.5k
“I’m sorry officer, I really didn’t know drugs would be there” the girl said as she looked up at you, a soft pout on her plump lips. “That’s what they all say, doll” you retorted back and smiled as her face flushed.
“I’m sorry, I really am, is there anything I can do? I don’t want to get into trouble” she mumbled, looking down at her feet as she played with her fingers, anxiously. Your eyes fell into her cleavage, ‘poor thing, she must be so scared’ you thought to yourself, “well there is one thing you can do, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it” you said, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at you.
A soft blush formed on her cheeks, as she looked up at you with her doe eyes, internally you smirked, she looked so delicious. “W– what is it?” The words stumbled out of her mouth, voice slightly wavering. “Well, you can let me have sex with you” you said truthfully, there was no reason to beat around the bushes with her, girls like her are really only good for one thing and what cop would you be if you just let her get away with it scot free?
You chuckled as she blushed, “t–that’s not appropriate” she whispered, “but Wanda, don’t you want to get out of trouble? Or do you want me to take you to the station?” You asked, hands reaching down to grab her waist, pulling her closer to you, you smiled as she frantically shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, officer, I’ll let you h-have sex with me” she whispered, cheeks flushed as she looked up at you with big green eyes, “uh-huh, that’s a good girl” you praised, hands going lower, underneath her skirt to cup her clothed cunt, an action that elicited a soft whimper from her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here” she gasped as you continued rubbing against her, “you don’t get to decide that” you said, nonchalantly, you really didn’t care if you were outside.
“Aw, you’re already so wet” you chuckled, as your fingers rubbed against her, she mewled, gripping onto your shirt as you manhandled her onto your car. “Spread them wide, baby” you said, pushing her legs apart. “Ah!” She groaned as you smacked her pussy, you grinned, “such a slut” you hissed as you pressed her panties to the side, your fingers rubbing her bare folds. “Oh god” she moaned, as your fingers found her clit.
“Gosh, baby, you’re soaking” you groaned at the sight of her wet cunt, “tell me, what’s your name?” You cooed at the girl, who had her eyes clenched shut, biting her lips as she tried to hide her moans. “W-Wanda” she whimpered as you entered her folds, “fuck, you’re so tight” you groaned as you felt her cunt clench onto you. Wanda moaned, as you entered another finger, a third and finally a fourth, as you pumped in and out of her pussy that was sucking you in, hungrily.
“Yes yes yes” she moaned, as her orgasm approached. You stifled a moan as her hands found their way around your shoulder, pulling you close as her hips bucked against your fingers, “o-officer, m’gonna cum!” she moaned, throwing her head back as white liquid shot right into your hand, “fuck fuck” Wanda moaned as you still pumped in and out, fucking her through the orgasm.
“Good girl” you praised, pulling your wet fingers out of her cunt that still clenched around nothing, Wanda slumped into your body, “hm, such a pretty mouth” you cooed as you ran your thumb against her lips, “you have a lot of experience with this, huh?” You teased and the girl shook her head, “oh really? I don’t believe you” you laughed as she tried to protest, but you just buried her words with your lips.
“Let’s see what other things your mouth can do” you said, as you helped her off your car, she looked at you with eyes filled with lust, panting as she anticipated your next move, “on your knees slut” you said demandingly and grinned as she obeyed, immediately, dropping onto her knees, “take them off, baby” you groaned, feeling your cock strain against the tightness of your pants.
Wanda’s hand tentatively reached up to your belt, unbuckling it, a soft gasp let her lips as she stared at you bulge, “I don’t have all day, Wanda” you said in a sing-song voice as you saw her pause for a moment. She pulled your pants down, blushing as your cock sprung out, hitting her cheek, eliciting a gasp out of her. She looked up at you with a certain shyness, “go on, we’ll make it fit” you pressed your cock against her lips and she opened her mouth, letting you enter her.
“Shit” you drawled as her warmth enveloped your cock, “oh fuck baby, you feel so good” you groaned, moving your hips as you used her like a fleshlight. You watched as she gagged against you, tears welling up in her eyes as you started thrusting in her more harshly. “Fuck fuck” you moaned, addicted to the feeling of your cock in her mouth, for a girl so shy about this whole ordeal, she was taking you like an absolute pro.
You groaned as you felt your orgasm approach, “fuck!” You gasped as you came in her, Wanda moaned against you, as she felt hot spurts of your cum run down her throat. You pulled out and watched as some of your cum drip out her mouth, a satisfied grin forming on your face as you looked at her fucked out face. “Aw hon, I’m sorry if I was too fast on you, you just feel so good” you cooed helping her off the ground, she shook her head shyly, “it’s fine, officer, I.. I liked it” she whispered, looking at you and you grinned, god isn’t she just the best? “Don’t you want more?” You asked, and she flushed, but nodded nonetheless.
“Atta girl” you praised, grinning as she squeezed her thighs together at your words, you turned her around and pressed her front on the hood of your car. “W-wait officer, are you sure I won’t get into trouble?” She asked and you hummed, “uh-huh, I’ll make sure you don’t, hon” you said, before pressing your cock against her hole, “oh!” She gasped as you slipped inside her, quite easily, “fuck darling you feel so good” you hissed into her ear, as you bottomed out inside of her.
“You like how my cock feels in you?” You asked and she nodded, you could see how her cheeks burned at your new title, a soft whine escaped her pretty lips as you started moving in her, already setting a fast pace. “Shit!” She gasped as your cock pumped in and out of her, you groaned as her cunt clenched around you, fuck she felt too good. “Yes! Yes!” Wanda moaned as you hit her sweet spot, “feels so good” she groaned, tossing her head back against your shoulder.
“Shit your pussy is taking me so well” you groaned, and she grabbed your face, pressing her lips against you, as you moved your hips wildly against her, “ah! I’m gonna!” Wanda moaned, her nails digging into your face, as she opened her mouth, “I– I, oh fuck!” You felt her clench around you before she released all over you, her back arching into your body, “damn it, baby” you bit down onto her shoulder, you were also going to cum.
“F–fuck!” You gasped as you pulled out of her just in time, cumming all over her milky thighs, Wanda pulled you into another kiss, “fuck, that was so good” she whispered, panting as she looked at you. “Good girl, you took me so well” you pressed a kiss onto your head. “Get in the car, I’ll drop you off” you smiled as you helped her fix her dress.
The ride to her house was silent, you didn’t miss how Wanda would shoot you a shy glance before immediately looking away, how cute. “You can drop me off here” she spoke up as you entered a street, “that’s my house there” she said pointing towards a dimly lit building. “Alright, bye bye Wanda” you winked at her, giving her a soft squeeze on her thigh, an action that had her blushing. “I- I wanna see you again” she whispered, and you smiled.
“We will.” You winked at her as she got out of the car, the girl giggled softly, “I can give you my number?” She suggested and you decided there wouldn’t be any harm in it, and gave her your phone. “Bye, officer” she said with a smile on her face, waving to you shyly. “Make sure to keep yourself out of trouble, sweetheart. Goodnight.”
Wanda watched as you drove off, her mind already formulating different ways she could see you again, maybe this time she could try and steal something, a soft smile formed on her lips as she began her plan, you’d definitely see her again.
summary: despite her controlling nature and possessive behaviour, your stepmother has always cared for you, and she'd do anything to show you just how much she does.
a/n: this gif makes me feel things
gif credit to creator.
Your stepmother had always been a bit controlling. Your father had never had an issue with it because he saw his wife’s ceaseless coddling of you to be a sign of the two of you getting along.
You had no real problem with her. She was touchy and, at times, overbearing, but she was more concerned with you than your own father, or anyone else, had ever been. Several times during the day when you were doing work in your room, Wanda would come upstairs with a plate of cut and peeled fruit, dinner you hadn’t come down for, cups of freshly brewed tea and coffee. She truly did care for you.
Although completely capable of paying for yourself, Wanda would buy your food and all your things when you went shopping with her. She picked out clothes she imagined you’d look nice in. Once, she held up a skimpy two-piece bikini for you to try on. You flushed bright red and tried turning your focus away from the woman who responded by repositioning the swimwear in front of your face.
She ended up buying it for you anyways when you were looking around the other side of the store.
What was initially seen by you as entirely too questionable and intrusive was eventually meshed into sweet, considerate gestures that made your heart swell and turned your limbs into jelly. It was normal to feel this way, Wanda had told you when you shied away from her wandering hands. This was a typical relationship for close stepmothers and daughters, and you knew nothing else but what Wanda told you when she whispered it softly in your ear as if it was an intimate promise between the two of you.
Wanda would place her hand on your leg under the dinner table, squeezing your thigh occasionally to remind you that she was holding you. The warmth of her curious hands grew to be a comfort, massaging your shoulders while you studied, pulling you backwards against the curve of her body by your hips while you washed dishes.
Despite her evident fondness for you, you tiptoed around your stepmother as stepdaughters often did.
On the night of your friend’s birthday party, you crept downstairs to the living room where you could hear your father and stepmother watching television together. You eyed the front door and all but slithered towards it, your steps muted and your breathing at a halt.
Then, a reprimand from behind you that caused you to restrain a groan, “Is this what you’re wearing?”
You turned slowly, trying to hold on to the little hope you had left that your presence would slip from Wanda and your father’s minds within the next several seconds. When you faced your stepmother from across the living room, her expression was cold and wildly judgemental, the corner of her mouth twitching as she held back further criticism that was no doubt sitting on her tongue, ready to be spat out.
Humming cautiously while you looked down at yourself, you answered, almost too quiet to hear, “Yes…?” But Wanda heard it. Of course she did. You looked back up, every movement slow and careful as to not rile her up. When your eyes found her, she had looked away from you. She was watching television again, your father’s arm wrapped around her shoulders as he called something over to you about being safe when you went out for the party.
But your eyes were on Wanda. Her expression and body language seemed all but docile, but the clenching of her jaw and the tapping of her fingers on the side of her thigh indicated that a significant portion of her previous disagreement towards your outfit remained.
Deciding that you didn’t want to deal with her anger, even if you could push it back for when you came home, you headed back upstairs, trying not to make your contempt evident in the way you dropped your bag right onto the floor before you went to change.
Wanda watched as you went back up to your room, eyes narrowed at your clenched fists. “I’ll talk to her,” she muttered to your father before standing up and following after you. She picked your bag up from the ground, eyes pinned on the stream of light coming from your ajar bedroom door. Once arriving at the top of the stairs, Wanda eyes landed on your undressed body beyond your slightly agape door. Her eyes flashed with mirth before she backed out of sight.
You were in a pretty lace set that Wanda got for you. When she gifted it to you for your birthday, she ensured that she had only wanted to make you happy, and despite your stubborn timidity, you couldn’t hide the way you loved how she took care of you. Wanda took her phone from her pocket and took a few photos of your cute little body, zooming in especially on your ass and the perfect swells of your breasts. Her pretty girl.
Once you had slipped on a black long-sleeved dress that reached your knees, Wanda stepped into your room with your bag in hand. You were standing in front of your vanity, bent over slightly to put new earrings on in the mirror to match your dress.
“Thank you for changing, lyubov,” Wanda said, placing your bag down on your bed. You watched as Wanda approached you from behind through your mirror. Her hips were pressed against your ass and you flinched forward, but your stepmother was quick to place your hands on her waist and pull you upwards so your back was flush against her front. The swift movement made you gasp and Wanda ran her hands up and down your sides soothingly in response.
With her arms still around your body, she slipped a few of her rings from her fingers. Rings held into one hand and her other holding your wrist up, Wanda began sliding her rings onto your fingers, slow and tantalising. Arousal grew within you, you causing you to buck your ass back into her hips. She switched to your other hand, your newly ring-clad fingers holding onto her wrist loosely. When she was finished, she lifted your hands up to kiss your knuckles. “Home by eleven, sweetheart,” Wanda reminded you, her hands returning to your sides as she looked at you through the mirror.
Wanda had set a curfew for you when she married your father. She laid down a lot of rules once she became part of your small family, and your father cared little to pose any arguments to her sudden possessiveness over his daughter. You had initially protested when she enforced things like curfews as you were a college student, and not even your father had set one for you since you were thirteen. But she always found a way to convince you.
Your shoulders relaxed entirely when she cupped your face with her warm hands while you had your foot down in adamant disagreement. She stared down at you tenderly before pulling you into a tight, protective hug. ‘I’m only worried for you, angel,’ she had told you. ‘You’re such a delicate, pretty thing. I’d never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you.’ You closed your eyes once she finally convinced you, letting Wanda hold you while you finally conceded.
You nodded and turned your head to look at her. Wanda smiled down at you, pride growing within her at your submission evident in the way her eyes ran down your face.
“Come home early, baby. Let’s watch a movie together when you get back. It’s your pick tonight,” Wanda told you. When you nodded again, she let go of you and headed back to your bed to pick up your bag and hand it to you. You missed the warmth of her body, but her arm was soon wrapped around your waist as the two of you left your bedroom to walk downstairs.
You exchanged quick goodbyes with your father before Wanda led you out onto the front porch. She tucked your hair behind your ear and you tensed. Wanda giggled at your timidity. You were so cute.
“Do you need me to give you a ride?” she asked you, running her fingers through your hair. Your eyes avoided Wanda’s as her undivided attention was retained on you.
“Um,” you hesitated, “I’m okay. I’m going to walk to the store and Monica is going to pick me up from there.” Wanda never liked when you brought your friends up around her. You weren’t sure why she detested every friend you’d brought up around her, although you never asked, but she bristled visibly whenever you mentioned them and often snuck in snarky remarks about them at any given opportunity.
“She’s not just going to pick you up from here? She’s making you walk?” Wanda asked, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. Her blatant bewilderment at the idea of someone having you walk instead of offering you a ride spread warmth throughout your body. You almost hoped Wanda would pull you into her chest again and comfort you about the smallest things, including having to walk to the convenience store.
‘Oh, baby, it’s going to be okay. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can do it, sweetheart,’ she would say, petting your head and muttering sweet things into your ear.
It was normal to fantasise about those things about your stepmother, wasn’t it? Wanda always assured you that it was.
You tried to explain, mentioning your friends as little as possible, “I think I just want to bring a few drinks since I’m coming in a bit late, and Monica won't be able to pick me up for another ten minutes.”
“Let me drive you instead. You don’t have to wait for Monica,” Wanda insisted. There was something possessive about her offer, but you disregarded it.
“No, it’s alright, really,” you replied. “I need the walk.”
She raised her hands in surrender. “Okay. Fine,” she gave in. “Text me the address of the party, please. Now. So you don't forget to do it later.”
You tried to restrain your fingers’ trembling as you acted quickly in response to Wanda’s demand, taking your phone out of your pocket and opening your conversation up with her. You typed in the address and you could feel Wanda watching you as you did. Once it was sent, your stepmother pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“That’s a good girl,” she praised. You blushed and hid your reddened face from her. Wanda cupped your cheek. “Be safe. Text me if you need anything.”
Monica picked you up at the store after you bought a case of beer. The party was as good as parties typically were when you met up with your closest friends. You had a fun, easy time with them, dodging needy men and drinking enough that the hours slipped into minutes. Wanda’s curfew sped past you, forgotten in the myriad of flashing lights and perpetual movement that meshed together in the pocket of time that was a party.
Pulling you back down to the ground where time suddenly returned to existence, Wanda forced her way through the party you were at. The moment she stepped through the crowd and laid her eyes on you, you were circled by familiar and unfamiliar faces and a man feeling you up. His hand was placed on your knee, slowly pushing his way up your thigh and under your dress.
Scattered wolf whistles went unnoticed by you as Wanda pushed through several more people and wasted no more time in storming forward and taking your wrist in her hand. She forced you up and dragged you out of the house. You were being forced away from the man and your friends before you could even protest. Several drinks spilled from the sudden aggressive action until you were finally out of the house and in front of Wanda’s car down the crowded street.
“Wanda? What are you doing here?” you asked, finally coming to your senses and now able to question what was happening.
She opened the car door and shoved you in before getting into the driver’s side. Once slamming the door shut, she took hold of your jaw and forced you to look at her. “I’ve told you that you aren’t permitted to stay out past eleven, and you’ve blatantly disobeyed me. It’s one in the morning and you smell like booze. I come to pick you up, worried for you, and there’s a man sitting next to you with his hand up your dress. First, you won’t let me drive you, and now, this? How am I supposed to react, Y/N?” She lets go of your jaw and she cups your cheek softly.
“Is this what my little girl’s become?” Her very stare is condescending as she looks down at you, eyes narrowed as if she was scolding a child. “I expected to see my sweet angel when I came to see you tonight, hoping that you had just lost track of time like the little bimbo you are, and what I saw was you whoring yourself out like some needy bitch. Is that what you are? Hm?”
“No, mommy, please,” you begged, leaning up to hug her, begging her for her forgiveness. She loved when you called her that, and that was often her weak spot, but Wanda was persistent tonight.
“That’s not what I saw, sweetheart.” Her thumb stroked your cheekbone. “Have any of those men fucked you?”
You shook your head so hard you became lightheaded.
A small gratified smile formed on Wanda’s lips and you felt the weight in your stomach lift. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” Her hand left your face and she started the car.
“Are you still mad at me?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.
Both of Wanda’s hands found the wheel and she drove down the street, heading home. “Yes. But I know you’re just an idiotic, brainless girl. I’ll find a way to expect less of you next time.”
You sunk down in your seat dejectedly, the heavy feeling of having disappointed your mother outweighing any concern of the scene that happened at the party. You hardly thought about it at all as you stole a few glances of Wanda throughout the ride, her expression stone-cold and still. “Do we still get to watch a movie?”
Wanda shook her head and you watched intently as her eyes were focused on the road home. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. Not only do you not deserve time with me anymore, but you need to get your sleep,” she told you.
Even while angry with you, and disappointed, even, your stepmother was still thinking of you. A small smile pulled at your lips as you turned to look out the window, now comfortable with the feeling in Wanda’s car. Things were always better around her. Sometimes, you wondered why you ever chose to do anything but be by her side, to allow yourself to be shaped in her preference- in her hands. Everything was warmer there.
Perhaps, if they heard about it, your friends would ridicule your relationship with Wanda, but you couldn’t find yourself caring about what other people might think of the way she cared for you like you were her little pet. If Wanda asked for it, you’d make her your entire world without a second thought to it, doing nothing without her permission, your head filled with only the warm thoughts she put there.
When the two of you got home, the lights in the house were completely dimmed, making you think about how Wanda must’ve been waiting for you to come home at the curfew time you’d agreed to. You ducked behind her guiltily as she took her jacket off and locked the front door. As if you were a lost puppy, you trailed behind her as she headed upstairs, and eventually, to your bedroom.
“Where’s dad?” you questioned quietly, simply watching as your stepmother dug through your dresser for your pyjamas.
“Sleeping. Where else?” Wanda answered dismissively, tossing your clothes on your bed. She put her hands on her hips and glared at you. You shied away under her stare. If he was asleep, it meant that she had truly been waiting for you, for two entire hours. She really did like spending time with her precious girl. “You need to change,” she told you before leaving your bedroom. “Then come to the washroom.”
You did what she asked of you as quickly as you could, not wanting to keep her any longer than you already had tonight. By the time you joined Wanda in the washroom, you were in the pretty nightgown she chose for you, bought by her a few weeks ago, your hair brushed through. You stepped forward cautiously, but Wanda was quick to put an arm around your shoulders and pull you into her.
“Open,” she commanded simply, looking down at you as your head laid against her chest. You parted your lips immediately and a toothbrush was pushed into your mouth. Wanda began brushing your teeth for you, ridding you of the scent of booze that your stepmother hated when you’d been drinking around anyone other than her. “Since you can’t do anything on your own, mommy has to brush your teeth for you.” Wanda’s words were reprimanding, but the tone she took was soft. Her eyes, looking over your sleepy face as you were hugged against her body, were warm in admiration.
What sounded like an apology was muffled out of you, but Wanda clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, silencing you.
Wanda continued to coo soft praises as she brushed your teeth gently, her arm wrapped around your shoulders securely as your body was hugged against her. “Doesn’t it feel better to be here with mommy, baby?”
You nodded.
She pouted in feigned sympathy, her eyebrows furrowing together as she nodded in response. “See, you’re not so dumb. My pretty princess can be smart, too.”
Wanda pulled the toothbrush from your mouth and rinsed it under the running sink. She leaned you forward, instructing into your ear, “Spit.” You did while Wanda took a makeup wipe from its package and pulled you upwards with an arm around your waist. The cold wipe was pressed to your face, and you realised that Wanda was taking your makeup off for you. You smiled at the realisation and an overwhelming urge to fall forward and lay your head on her shoulder came over you. But you wanted to be good for your stepmother, so you stayed still and closed your eyes while she removed your mascara, her other hand angling your head up with her finger hooked under your chin.
When she was done taking your makeup off, she threw the wipe out and entrusted that you could wash your face on your own. You promised her that you could. She slipped off her rings that you had borrowed from your fingers as slowly and tantalisingly as she had put them on, then left to head into her bedroom.
Everything was excruciatingly silent after that. You turned off the washroom light and stood in the dark hallway, your eyes darting between your bedroom and the other as you wrung your nightgown between your fingers. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth painfully, you took shaky steps forward into Wanda’s and your dad’s bedroom. Your father was sleeping soundly in his bed, shrouded by dark shadows as you crept into the room’s washroom.
Wanda was brushing her hair when you stepped into the washroom. She turned her head to look at you, her eyes running down your body now that she had her first glimpse at you wearing the dress she had bought for you. “What is it, darling?” she asked before looking back over to the mirror. She was wearing a wine red silk slip. You had seen her wear this one before. It wasn’t tight-fitting, but the way the garment fell over the curve of her perfect ass was hard to pull your eyes away from.
You approached her and wrapped your hands around her forearm gently, tugging lightly. “Can you sleep with me tonight, mama?” you requested before resting your cheek on her shoulder and watching her brush through her long hair. She smelled so good. Wanda had slipped into your bed before, the first time being when you had been stressing over an exam. She was holding you against her as you cried, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep in her arms. After that, it had become a habit for you to ball up in her arms on some overwhelming days, laying your head against her chest as the two of you cuddled together in your bed.
Uttering out a soft ‘mama’ was all that Wanda often needed to be convinced to fall asleep with you, but tonight, she was stubborn. You must have sincerely offended her when you didn’t come home.
“No, baby. Not tonight,” she told you, putting her brush down and twisting open a translucent royal blue case of white cream that she rubbed into her face with her fingertips, then repeating the same motions down her neck. You watched her slender fingers run across her taut skin, the smell of her facial cream making you all the more sleepy. It was always Wanda’s mildly sweet scent that helped you fall asleep when her arms were wrapped around you during thunderstorms. It was also the pressure of her hold, possessive and ever tight. Her soft breathing as she exhaled against your shoulder as she slept. You never realised how dependent you were on her, how vulnerable you were when you were with her.
You tugged on her arm. “Please? I’m sorry for being bad. I just want to spend time with you. Please?” you pleaded, on the tips of your toes as you whined into her ear, watching her expression as she continued with her nighttime routine. You twirled a soft lock of Wanda’s long hair around your finger. “Please?”
Wanda exhaled through her nose and you lifted your head from your shoulder to look at her face. She uttered out a resentful, “Fine.” You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and bounced against her excitedly. Wanda shushed you quickly and you shrunk against her, eyes on her accusational expression and sharp gaze. She was still angry at you, after all, and you were behaving carelessly with your father still sleeping in the other room.
With both your arms dependently wrapped around Wanda’s right upper arm, she led the both of you out of the washroom, turning off the light and stepping out. You ducked your head beyond her shoulder as you crept across the bedroom with her. Both you and your stepmother padded across the room, although she seemed much more nonchalant about it. How many times had she had to do this, you wondered- leave her husband’s side to join you in your bedroom?
Still trailing behind her with your arms wrapped around one of your stepmother’s, she led you into your bedroom and closed your door. You removed your hold from around her gingerly as she shut your bedroom light off, one pretty dim light on your nightstand illuminating your bedroom with warm brilliance. Shuffling against your bedroom floor quickened as you sped-walked to your stepmother and wrapped your arms around her from behind.
“Are you drunk, malysh?” Wanda asked you as she leaned over to pull the blanket of your bed back.
You buried your face in her hair. “No,” you lied.
Your stepmother only hummed sceptically in response. She straightened and allowed you to slip into your bed first. You took Wanda’s hand and tugged her in bed with you. She let you pull her in, her sweet scent gusting against you as she moved in beside you. You wrapped your arms around her immediately while Wanda pulled your blankets over both of you.
“Mommy,” you uttered out happily against her chest. After Wanda reached up to turn off the lamp by your nightstand and got herself settled with her arms around you, you looked up, your head laying between the valley of her breasts. “I’m sorry for making you mad. I just got caught up in the party, mama. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
A hand raised to the back of your head, scratching at your scalp soothingly. “I like to hear you apologise, sweetheart. You’re so cute with those pretty words coming out of your mouth,” she told you, a soft, proud smile beaming down at you. “I don’t want to see you disobeying me again.”
You shook your head. “I won’t,” you promised confidently. When Wanda told you she forgives you, you reached up to rest your head on her shoulder, your hair tickling her neck as you hugged yourself close to her.
Within half an hour, Wanda was holding you from behind, your back hugged flushed against the front of her body as you slept soundly in her hold. After some amount of time, you groaned softly as you began to wake up, eyes fluttering open at the rapid movement behind you.
“Yes!” Wanda hissed out, her breath ragged and her movement tremulous as you felt her jerk behind you, the mattress dipping uncomfortably. Your heartbeat quickened without reason as you listened to your stepmother’s exclamations.
You tried to shut your eyes, to sleep through whatever it was that was happening behind you and never bring it up again, but it was impossible to ignore, much less fall asleep during it.
“That feels so good, puppy. Ah! My pussy is so wet for you,” she mumbled as you listened to the filthy squelching of her pussy. Your chest tightened as the realisation set in that your stepmother was masturbating right behind you, her fingers fucking in and out of her tight cunt as her arm was pressed up against your back. “Y/N, I love how you fuck me,” Wanda groaned, her slip hiked up to her hips and her legs parted.
Your name, as you have heard her say hundreds of times before, was being moaned from beyond her lips as her fingers were buried deep inside of her pussy. You felt pressure build between your thighs the longer you listened to your stepmother masturbate. You debated whether or not it would be better to shift slightly, signalling to Wanda that you had woken up. Would she stop touching herself if you did? Would she continue without a second thought?
Not ready to find the answer, you laid still, silencing your shaky breaths. You wondered how many other times Wanda had masturbated behind you while you were sleeping soundly.
Unbeknownst to you, Wanda’s head was lolled to the side, watching your body tremble as you willed everything in you not to squeeze your thighs together and out at the very feeling that listening to your stepmother fuck her pussy planted within you. She was sure to curl her fingers, parting her digits inside of her so you could hear how wet she was for you.
When she finally reached her hilt, her back arched from the bed, an unstrained cry leaving her as her orgasm washed over her in heavy ripples. You screwed your eyes together tightly at her uninhibited moans and desperate squeals. Her body fell back onto the bed as she panted. It didn’t take long for her to wrap her arm around your waist again, pulling you against her like you had been before. Wanda kissed your shoulder and then your neck, taking your earlobe between her lips and sucking softly. Her hand reached up to grope your breast, kneading her warm palm against you. Her glistening fingers, coated with her juices, tugged at your erect nipple before she pulled your ass against her hips.
Your thighs squeezed together inadvertently and Wanda smirked against your neck before burying her nose in your soft hair and closing her eyes again. As you took in the indistinct scent of Wanda’s pussy, you felt as if though you were embraced by your stepmother in a way you hadn’t ever been before, and you fell asleep once more. Even if she had stuck her own fingers in your cunt, fucking you while you slept, you’d still be able to fall asleep in her arms. You loved your stepmother, and you’d need her no matter what she did.
You woke up without her the next morning, which you realised when you expected to lean back into her warm body and ended up laying back onto an otherwise empty bed. The smell of fresh breakfast filled your room, the soft sizzle of the kitchen stove from downstairs reaching your ears. With an urge to wear your pretty nightgown Wanda had bought you in front of her only, you changed into different clothes before you made your way to the kitchen downstairs.
Wanda was standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand, the smell of bacon and eggs growing stronger as you stepped further into the kitchen. Your father noticed you first with an overjoyous, “Y/N! Good morning!” Your stepmother turned at the mention of your name, a smile forming on her pink lips at the sight of you.
“Good morning, Y/N,” she greeted, her voice smooth as nectar and just as sweet. Her dark brown hair was tied up, stray strands falling down the back of her neck and around her face. She was also wearing different clothes- a loose shirt with black yoga pants. Her attention was turned back to the breakfast on the pan in front of her before recollections of last night came flooding back to you, prompting you to redirect your focus onto something else.
After mumbling out a ‘Good morning,’ in response, your father returned to Wanda’s side, wrapping a hand around her hips and lifting up an empty plate for her to place the freshly cooked eggs on. They looked okay for each other. They always have. A demure couple, ordinary and traditional. Maybe you could rid yourself of the memories from last night, to forget it had ever happened and continue your relationship with Wanda as it had always been.
But the way your name had left her that night. It was your name, not his. Your name in its entirety, every rise and fall of her tongue as she pronounced it without equivocation, without hesitation. Even in trying your hardest to forget what had happened, to chalk it all up to some hallucination, the feeling that bloomed in your chest as you recalled the way Wanda had uttered it out in the way that she did was indelible. The feeling that your name had only ever been composed to exist for Wanda Maximoff to call it out in the dead of the night, her fingers deep inside herself as she allowed her mind to be encapsulated by the thought of you.
You took a seat at the dining table and your dad began placing down the glasses and utensils while Wanda set the plates up. She made your eggs how you liked them, scrambled with peppers and herbs. She came with your plate first, reaching over your shoulder and placing your breakfast on the placemat in front of you. A soft kiss was pressed to your temple before she pulled away to get the other plates, leaving you with shivers running up your body at her gesture.
You poured yourself a glass of water to keep yourself occupied as Wanda prepared the table. She squeezed her husband’s shoulder gently before taking a seat beside you.
“Wanda tells me you had quite the nightmare last night,” your dad noted aloud as he sprinkled salt onto his eggs.
Your teeth bit down on the inside of your cheek to restrain the satisfied moan that you nearly let out as you chewed a forkful of scrambled eggs. Wanda was a great cook. You only had to tell her how you preferred your food once for her to remember it for every home-cooked meal afterwards. “I did, a little,” you answered briefly.
A hand was placed on your knee under the table. When Wanda looked over at you, eyes crinkling slightly with a sweet smile, you knew it was hers.
“I miss when your stepmother hadn’t yet taken my place as your favourite parent,” your father teased. But neither you or your stepmother were listening to him.
Your eyes were focused on the dish in front of you, forking scrambled eggs and bacon into your mouth as modestly as you could with your stepmother’s hand still on your knee, slowly inching up your thigh. She squeezed your upper thigh and laughed richly.
“Y/N’s just a mommy’s girl. So sweet to me,” Wanda giggled, running her hand up and down your clothed thigh. She squeezed harshly suddenly, forcing your eyes to dart up to her. You were greeted with one of her saccharine smiles, eyebrows furrowed with condescending sympathy. “Isn’t that right?”
You nodded silently and went back to eating your breakfast. Pleased with your submission to her, Wanda ceased teasing you for the rest of breakfast apart from her hand being placed on your upper thigh throughout the entirety of the meal.
Wanda was upstairs with your father when breakfast was over, helping him get ready for his late-night shift. For the first time, you wondered what they might be doing, why Wanda had to stay up there with him for so long while he was doing something as trivial as getting ready for work. He was a grown man, wasn’t he? He didn’t need her help.
During your sudden spark of debilitating spite, the knife you were washing slipped from your fingers, nearly slicing the heel of your hand before you recoiled suddenly. Your elbows came into contact with something firm and with one swift movement, Wanda’s arms were wrapped around your waist. She pulled you into her, humming satisfiedly into your ear. You tensed, your shoulders raising to your ears before Wanda pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
“Did you enjoy breakfast?” she asked you, her voice a low seductive purr despite simply asking about a meal you shared.
You nodded and Wanda laughed, seemingly quite pleased with your answer. Wanda was a talented cook. She baked on the weekends, catered for special events, and cooked for every meal whenever she was home. She remembered your every preference for every dish, your favourite colours for icing she would decorate your desserts with. Everything Wanda touched in the kitchen would turn into something as delicious as it was beautiful.
You had cooked with your stepmother a handful of times, and it was no less than enchanting; the closest the real world would ever have to real sorcery. You made many of your favourite dishes, as Wanda had insisted you do together, along with several others she believed you would love, which you did. There was something so intimate about spending time with your stepmother, who asked things to have your answers, who listened to what you said to remember each word, who took the time to be with you.
“Wanda…” you whimpered, inhaling sharply as you settled your nerves.
Wanda loosened her hold around your waist to tip her head to the side and meet your eyes with hers as she continued to hug you from behind. “What is it, zaya?” she asked.
Zaya. It meant ‘little rabbit’ in Russian. Wanda told you what it meant when she used the term while picking you up from campus one afternoon. You shrunk in her arms, melting in her hold at the pet name.
You twisted your lips around, directing your focus on the pressurised stream of the hot tap water as you washed the dishes. You had a few glasses left to wash, and you knew you wouldn’t have anything else to distract yourself with once you finished. You tried to get your words out, but you were never the confrontational kind. “Last night-”
Wanda’s eyebrows arched upwards. “Yes?”
“Last night, um… I thought you were… But it could’ve been my mistake,” you hesitated, scrubbing at the rim of one glass with the soapy sponge for far longer than necessary.
“Use your words like a big girl, Y/N,” your stepmother reprimanded. Her hold on your waist tightened as she ran her hands down your sides supportively until her hands were on your hips. She sometimes spoke to you like this, as if you were simply a child in need of discipline. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Even a little.
After rinsing the last glass, you placed it on the rack by the sink and dried your hands. “I sort of- I woke up in the middle of the night last night and I thought you were…”
Wanda laid her head on your shoulder, looking up at you. “You thought I was what, sweetheart?” she asked you.
You laid your hands on the counter, playing with your fingers. You avoided eye contact with her, knowing that if you had met her eyes, you wouldn’t be able to find words within you to say anything at all. “Thought you were doing something weird,” you replied.
“Weird?” Wanda repeated with a chuckle. With her hands still on your hips, she spun you around so you were facing her, your lower back pressing into the sink. “What do you mean, moya lyubov?” She stared at you for a few moments, her thumb rubbing against your hip. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her head tipped to the side curiously. “You thought I was doing something… dirty?”
Your face flushed and you looked away from her, the pressure of her hands on your hips suddenly overbearing as you squirmed between her and the counter. Wanda pushed herself against you, confining you in your spot.
“Oh, is that it?” your stepmother purred, eyebrows quirked upwards.
On the tips of your toes, you tried looking over Wanda’s shoulder at the staircase in the hallway, the idea of your father coming down to see his wife pressed up against his daughter looming over you dangerously. What you were doing with her wasn’t wrong, was it? But you felt so worried about being caught.
Wanda cupped your cheek with her hand, bringing your attention back to her. “I would never take advantage of you like that, baby,” she cooed. She pulled your head against her chest. Her reaction was overly comforting perhaps, but you closed your eyes anyways, letting your stepmother pet your hair and kiss the top of your head. “It was just a bad dream, sweetheart,” Wanda murmured, “just a dream.”
Your stepmother spent the rest of the day doing errands after she dropped off your father at work. The house was barren and deafeningly silent while you were home alone all day without Wanda; a stark and lonely transition from the night and breakfast you had spent together.
Before she had left, Wanda reminded you that you weren’t allowed to have friends over or leave the house as punishment for your behaviour last night. When your stepmother took your chin in her fingers and pressed a kiss to your forehead before she left, you accepted that you had to atone for what you had done. You wanted to make it up to her.
You could only hope that Wanda came home as soon as she could.
At around five in the evening, you sped down the stairs after you heard the doorbell ring. You opened the front door to see Wanda holding several grocery bags, and you took a few into each of your hands.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Wanda said behind you as she locked the front door and followed behind you to the kitchen. You placed the bags beside hers on the kitchen counters.
“Have you been good?” she asked you, taking your chin in her hand and rubbing her thumb against the corner of your mouth. You nodded with a proud smile. “You didn’t have anyone over, darling? And you didn’t leave the house?” You shook your head. Wanda smiled and pulled you in for a hug. “That’s my good girl.” She kissed the top of your head and spoke again, “I bought condensed milk so we can make kartoshkas this weekend.”
Along with making your favourite dishes, Wanda had introduced you to some meals and desserts she had as a child in Russia. You found that your stepmother was more eager to share things she held dear with you rather than with her own husband, especially when it came to her life in her home country before she immigrated to America.
One afternoon while you were making blinis with her, she told you stories of her life with her late parents and twin brother for hours. She hadn’t visited Russia in years, and she promised when she got the chance to, she would bring you to see her hometown, all the places she’d been missing, the best restaurants and places to sightsee. Your father wasn’t brought up once during the conversation.
Once you put away the groceries, Wanda was pouring herself a glass of merlot while you were warming milk up for your hot chocolate. What you had planned that night was a long evening of studying and catching up on assignments until your stepmother suggested something otherwise.
“Do you want to have that movie night we were planning for last night, detka?” she asked you, lifting her wine glass up to her lips to take a sip.
Nearly burning yourself on the hot mug as your eyes found your stepmother’s, you choked out, “We should.”
Wanda hummed in agreement as her eyes narrowed slightly, watching you closely while you stirred in a few spoonfuls of hot chocolate powder into your hot milk. You headed into the living room first, Wanda trailing behind you, her eyes falling to your ass as you walked ahead of her. She sat by you when you took a seat on the couch and she turned on the television with the remote. “What are you interested in watching tonight, moya lyubov?”
My love. You searched up that definition on your own. You leaned against Wanda and a sudden warmth blossomed in your chest. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against her so you were tucked against her chest, your mug of hot chocolate balancing in your lap.
“Practical Magic?” you suggested, looking up at her with your cheek squished against her shoulder.
Wanda laughed and you heard her flick through the movies on the television while you continued to look up at her, her eyes crinkling as she laughed. “Good choice, zaya,” she complimented, making you blush and look down to take a drink of your hot chocolate.
When the movie was put on, Wanda set the remote down and wrapped both of her arms around your shoulders. She squeezed you and kissed your forehead. A giggle escaped you and Wanda looked down to grin at your scrunched up nose. She pressed another kiss onto your forehead and her hold on you relaxed before taking her wine glass from off the coffee table to take a sip of it. She rested it on her knee, her fingers wrapped around the glass delicately.
“I’m so glad we could spend this time together, sweetheart,” she told you. You conceded immediately, squirming in your spot as you moved in closer to your stepmother.
An hour into the movie, Wanda placed her second half-empty wine glass on the coffee table along with your mug. She pressed a kiss to the side of your head and placed her hands on your hips. “Come sit on mommy's lap, baby,” Wanda told you, pulling you up before you could comply.
When you were settled on her lap, Wanda’s hands squeezed your hips, then ran down your legs gently. Your hips shifted atop of her when pressure grew uncomfortably between your thighs. “Comfortable, malyshka?” she asked you. Your shoulders raised to your ears at the proximity of her lips to your ear and Wanda kissed your neck in attempts to soothe you, which only tensed you further. Her hands ran up your sides.
“Relax, baby. It’s just me, right?” she cooed into your ear. “Just mommy.”
You nodded, taking in a breath as you leaned back. Your head laid against her shoulder and Wanda smiled.
“That’s right,” she purred. Her hands came dangerously close to your breasts before she wrapped her arms around your waist.
After several minutes of listening to Wanda’s steady, quiet breaths while you watched the movie, her hands suddenly groped your breasts, causing you to gasp and attempt to sit up. Rather roughly, she pulled you back down against her, hushing you softly.
“Just be good and let me play with your pretty tits, baby,” Wanda said, making your entire body freeze as you tried to process the wild throbbing of your cunt while your hips struggled to restrain their bucking, your clit craving friction. “Watch your movie.”
Your nipples were pinched abruptly, a moan leaving you as Wanda tugged at them teasingly. She leaned down, her lips finding your neck as she began peppering sloppy kisses up your skin. Your hips became unrestrained as you started humping your stepmother’s lap, desperate for the icky feeling in your pussy to go away. A hard bulge pressed into your ass when Wanda’s hips bucked upwards, making you whimper.
“Mama, this feels weird,” you mewled as you continued to hump against her leg, her strap pressing into your clit and drawing out moans from you.
Wanda started trailing her kisses up your jaw before she started nipping at your skin, her tongue darting out to run flush up your cheek. “Oh, I know, baby,” she whispered. “But all mommies do this. It’s normal.”
She always knew how to convince you. You shut your eyes, moaning out helplessly as your stepmother continued to grope your breasts and pinch your erect nipples. Her hands slipped under your shirt, her fingers running up your bare stomach before taking your breasts with her hands again. You gasped at the feeling of her hands against you, your nipples pressed up against her palms as she massaged you harshly. Your head lolled to the side, moaning out into Wanda’s chest as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks.
You’ve been wiggling uncomfortably on top of her strap for the last few minutes of the movie, but mommy kept convincing you to just relax. You weren’t sure what it was that you were humping down on, but you didn’t think much about it while you were rubbing your icky parts over it.
She ran her hands down your arms and you assumed, with a pout, that she was just going to stop touching you all at once, but without warning, Wanda pulled your sweatpants down and pulled your panties to the side, then her yoga pants down to her thighs. The action was so swift that your dumb little bimbo brain could barely register that it was happening until Wanda pushed her cock into your hole.
You cried out, throwing your head back to lay on Wanda’s shoulder as your back arched, simultaneously pulling away from the contact and grinding down into her lap. Her hands were placed on your hips, the heels of her hands pressing into your lower back as she lifted you up and down her strap, each impact grinding the strap’s base into her clit.
Through soft grunts, Wanda husked out into your ear, “Don't fight me, baby. Just be good and let mommy use your tight little pussy.”
You willed everything in you to be mommy’s good girl and take her cock, but you were hanging off the precipice of pain and pleasure, gratification seemingly only reaching you quicker the more you moaned out. Your walls parted as Wanda’s cock slid in and out of you, each buck of her hips into your ass meeting no resistance despite the painful stretching within you as you slowly became accustomed to your stepmother’s size.
The curious thought of where she might’ve kept something like this while sharing the same room with your father was short-lived when Wanda’s hands came up to pull your shirt over your head. Her bucking hips and your arched back maintained the rhythm of the thrusts as your nipples hardened in the living room’s air.
Wanda watched your breasts bounce with each of her thrusts, the impact of fucking her stepdaughter observable in your rhythmic squeals and moans as her cock penetrated your tight cunt. Her hands squeezed your breasts, the harshness of her grip making you whimper.
You couldn’t have ever guessed Wanda would be this rough, even in your deepest of fantasies where your stepmother was fucking you from behind with languid thrusts of her hips. Even in the way her fingernails scratched at the sides of your breasts while she pumped her thick cock into your wet hole, your heart swelled at being Wanda’s only girl. Her pretty, good girl sitting in her lap getting fucked stupid. She loved you with her arms wrapped around you while you slept, while she cooked with you, while her cock was eight inches in your pussy while her teeth sunk into your neck deep enough to bruise.
Mommy loved you.
“My baby is so pretty,” Wanda grunted against your cheek, her breath warm and smelling of merlot. You were completely naked in her lap, your panties hanging loosely around your ankle. Your sweatpants pooled at the foot of the couch, your shirt thrown somewhere across the living room. Wanda couldn’t get enough of the idea of her agreeable little girl bouncing on her cock as her hands fumbled while holding herself up. You were trying to steady yourself with your arms reached back and your hands on your hips.
You whimpered out, “Thank you, mommy.” You felt all warm being complimented by your stepmother. It felt so good to be framed through her eyes, being her pretty agreeable slut just because she wanted you to be. You supposed that if Wanda had bent you over the kitchen table earlier, groceries tumbling to the floor as she pulled your pants down while she spread your pussy lips apart before forcing her cock into your tight pink cunt, you would’ve let her. You would’ve let her bury her fingers in your hole at breakfast under the table, sit her wet pussy on your face while you slept- anything to see her gratified grin as she was able to make you hers in a way no one else could.
Wanda let go of one of your breasts, her hand running down your stomach until her fingers made contact with your clit. Your back arched, a cry leaving you the moment she pressed the pads of her fingers into your swollen nub. With your head having fallen back onto her shoulder, Wanda leaned down to capture your lips with hers. Although she had pecked your lips a handful of times in your sleep, the allure and fascination of kissing you was alike to yours, as for you, this was your first kiss with her. You straightened, trying to bring yourself as close to her as possible.
Her tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth as muffled moans left you. She groaned into your mouth as your hips began jerking forward helplessly once her fingers found a circular rhythm against your clit, causing the base of her strap to grind against her own bundle of nerves harshly.
She pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your face with a proud smile as she watched screwed-shut eyes, your nose scrunched up as your mouth hung open, melodious moans spilling from beyond your soft lips.
“Zaya…” Wanda purred. You hummed shakily in response, opening your eyes slightly to meet a deep moldavite stare as Wanda looked down at you. “I’ve dreamt of fucking this tight little cunt for years, even before I married your father,” she confessed, her hips bucking up into your sore ass with increasing vigour the more she delved into her lewd divulgence, which made it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open.
Her hand switched breasts and took your nipple between her thumb and forefinger before pinching down and tugging at it. You squirmed and groaned, your teeth clenched as your hips ground down side to side, whimpering at the way Wanda’s cock spread your walls apart even further. “With these tits, you must’ve known that it was only a matter of time until mommy slid her cock in your little pussy, right?” she cooed, her words condescending and sickly sweet as she pounded into you.
You hadn’t known that your stepmother was going to fuck you, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been anticipating it somewhere within you. You’d wake up sometimes with your inner thighs slick with your sticky juices, having dreamt of being bent over and fucked by your stepmother while you slept. But ever since last night, you’d been curious about whether or not Wanda had ever had a part in how icky you woke up feeling sometimes.
Wanda pushed your hips up suddenly to slip her cock out of you. You groaned uncomfortably as you felt empty without her strap in you. Her fingers slipped down from your clit, running through your sopping folds to push before pushing them into your hole. Wanda laughed when your walls clenched around her fingers, your hips immediately grinding down on her hand as you desperately craved more friction from her.
She was quick to appease; the heel of her hand was pressed against your clit to allow her fingers more leverage to fuck into you. You pulled away instinctively at the sudden rough contact against your clit, but Wanda pinched your nipple again, making you fall back down into her lap.
“Does this feel familiar, puppy?” she asked you, a grin pulling at her lips.
You shook your head immediately. “No, mommy,” you insisted. She was asking if you had ever been fucked like this by anyone else, wasn’t she?
Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed together in feigned curiosity. “No? Mommy’s fingers fucking your pretty hole doesn’t feel familiar to you?”
Your eyes fluttered open and you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact with her while you tried to decipher her expression. Her knowing gaze, the small smile on her soft lips. Your eyebrows stitched together as you nearly attained clear realisation before Wanda curled her fingers inside of you, making your eyes shut again as you moaned out.
Wanda hummed, leaning down to nip at your earlobe and press wet kisses to your neck. “That’s right, baby,” she said after catching a glimpse of your expression. “It hurts my feelings that you barely remember your special times with mommy,” murmured Wanda. She kissed your cheek.
You had never seen yourself like this. You nearly couldn’t even recognise yourself while you were crying out for Wanda, your pussy so sloppy around her that both of you could hear every entry of her fingers into your tight hole.
“But you remember a little now, don’t you?” Wanda spoke into your ear. “How I slid my hand through your pretty thighs while you slept before pushing my fingers into your cunt?” You reflected on it through your clouded mind; your sticky parts when you woke up in the morning, the throbbing of your hole even after having been asleep for hours. “And don’t try and pretend you didn’t like it, malysh. If you really didn’t like the way mommy licked your pussy in your sleep, you wouldn’t have came as much as you did. Your cute little moans gave it away, too.”
“Mama…” you whimpered out, suddenly overcome by the warm idea of being Wanda’s even in your sleep. Your cheeks flushed and you turned your head to lay against her chest.
Your stepmother watched as you became embarrassed, finding consolation in burying your face in her chest. “You taste so sweet, don’t you know that, sweetheart?” she pressed on, amused by the way your flushed cheeks peeked out even as you tried your hardest to bury your humiliation. With her hand that had been groping at your breast, she cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at her with your glassed over eyes and flushed cheeks from the overwhelming jumble of pleasure and humiliation that filled your empty head. Wanda thought you were so cute when you looked like that.
“Why are you embarrassed, baby?” she asked, her fingers’ speed not ceasing for a moment, and if anything, they were quickening. It seemed that Wanda was purposely trying to ask you such loaded questions while being all too aware of how difficult it was for you to answer them. “It’s just me. I love you more than anyone. You don’t have to be all shy around mommy.” Her arm rounded your shoulders, pulling your body against hers. Her gestures were swift and self-assured while you were a mewling mess on her lap, your juices trickling down to Wanda’s wrist and undoubtedly ruining her yoga pants.
You slurred out an apology and your attempt at speaking decently despite being filled by three of Wanda’s fingers pleased her.
“Give mommy a kiss, detka.”
You attempted to lean up and kiss her, but your frail body could barely hold yourself up largely due to how Wanda purposely pushed the heel of her hand into your clit when you were demanded to do things like answer her questions or move your body on your own. Wanda leaned down halfway to meet you and you whimpered into her mouth, struggling to keep yourself from falling back down against her chest simply.
Wanda’s fingers quickened once more. Not only were her fingers picking up speed, but the palm of her hand began pounding against your cunt as she fucked your hole ceaselessly. You had no choice but to fall back down against her chest, your body physically recoiling from the harsh impact against your pussy, but Wanda always caught up with you, disallowing you to part from her contact.
She put her hand on your shoulder unexpectedly and flipped you over, her fingers leaving your cunt momentarily. You were laying over her lap, your ass sticking up in the air. You squirmed, pulling yourself up into your elbows to sit up and reposition yourself from the humiliating pose. Wanda’s hand was suddenly placed against your upper back, the heel of her hand pressing painfully into your spine so you fell forward, your bare breasts pushed flush against the couch cushion.
Three fingers slammed back into your cunt with one swift moment, Wanda’s knuckles coming into painful contact with your folds. You wailed at the contact and gripped the edge of the couch with your hand. You could hear Wanda chuckling cruelly at your cries behind you as her fingers picked up speed, quicker than it had before. Her fingers were twisting inside of you as she entered you, curling periodically as pulled out and making you push your ass back into her hand while she brushed over your special spot deep inside your cunt.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” Wanda spat, her other hand coming down on your ass, making you flinch and try to pull back from her. She put her hand on your hip, digging her fingernails into your skin and pulling you back onto her lap. “My poor, innocent girl pretending her worthless hole can’t take it, but look at this, hm?”
Her fingers sped up momentarily to emphasise the sloshing of your pussy as she fucked you with her fingers.
“What do you think that means, puppy?” your stepmother inquired, looking over at your expression, face reddened and your eyes screwed shut as you moaned, unrelenting, like the whore you were, your body finally being put to use with your pussy being stuffed with mommy’s fingers. When you didn’t respond, Wanda spoke again, “It means you’re a filthy little bitch who likes to get her pussy fucked. I thought you were my innocent little girl, but I suppose I was wrong.”
You shook your head in immediate protest. “No, mommy,” you whimpered, opening your eyes to look back at Wanda. You continued to whine, “I’m your good girl. I’m… I am!”
Wanda raised her hand to interlace her fingers with your hair, scratching your scalp soothingly; a stark contrast from the way she was fucking you with her other hand. “Oh, baby, hush now. I believe you,” she told you, her gaze soft as she looked down at your face pressed down against the couch.
“I wanna prove it to you, mama,” you insisted.
Wanda hummed, reaching her other hand to tuck between your thighs and rub at your clit. “Then cum for me, puppy,” she answered.
You pushed your ass back into Wanda’s hand and she reciprocated by pounding into you ever rougher, making you whimper helplessly as you gave yourself to your stepmother completely. You were entirely at her mercy, and you would be her good girl by letting her do whatever you felt like, and happily, you welcomed it. You had never felt more special when you were making mommy’s fingers all sticky with your cunt juices as much as you did tucking your face into the crook of her neck while you fell asleep in her arms.
Her other hand circled against your sensitive nub harshly, and despite your whining and the way your body squirmed on Wanda’s lap, you continued to take her fingers like the perfect girl you were.
You mewled, screwing your eyes together tightly as you felt yourself closing in on your climax. “Mommy, I feel weird,” you whimpered. Wanda watched as you began riding her fingers, your hips grinding forwards and backwards shakily.
“I know you do, malyshka,” Wanda comforted as your hips began to thrash backwards. To both her surprise and thrill, you reached back and placed both your hands on either side of your ass. Fingers dug into your skin painfully as you pulled your pussy’s folds apart, allowing your stepmother more room to finger you harshly. With the stretch, more of your cunt became exposed to Wanda, causing her to moan out at the sight. She leaned down and ran her tongue down the sides of your stretched out hole. “Cum for mommy, baby. Make me proud,” she said against your pussy.
You inched closer to your hilt, the coil in your lower stomach growing ever tighter, and tighter, until it finally snapped, the feeling of Wanda’s dirty words being spoken out against your cunt helping you get there. A prolonged cry escaped from deep inside you and Wanda grinned, pressing a kiss to your ass as your soft walls clenched around her fingers. Your hands tightened their grips around your ass, your body tensing harshly as your orgasm pushed through you in harsh waves. Wanda continued to finger you, albeit slower, as you came down from your high, and once you did, she slipped out of you carefully, sticky ropes of your juices connecting to her hand as she rubbed your ass soothingly.
You were panting against the couch, your body shaking with occasional tremors as your orgasm’s last waves crashed against you. Your hands were limp by your hips, fingers twitching and your body rising and falling irregularly with your trembling breaths.
“How are you feeling, sweetness?” Wanda asked, leaning to the side so she could kiss your cheek. You nodded, mumbling out something imperceptible. She laughed and raised her hand to hook a finger under your chin, tipping your head to the side to kiss your lips. The faint flavour of your pussy coated the kiss.
You closed your eyes for what felt like several seconds before you were pushed forward against the couch, your ass being stuck up further in the air. Wanda hands were on your waist. “Mama…?” you mumbled, struggling to open your eyes to look back at her. “What are you doing?”
Your stepmother only hushed you in response, her hands smoothing over your ass for a moment before her hands gripped your hips and pulled you against her. Her cock was thrusted into your swollen hole, making you cry out and jerk your body forward, desperate to soothe yourself from the sudden sharp pain. But Wanda was faster, her fingers digging into the hollow spaces by your hips to pull you back into her.
“Ah! Mommy, stop! It hurts, that’s too much!” you pleaded, reaching back to push her hips away. The orgasm Wanda had given you was the first in quite awhile, and the strongest you’d ever had, and she had only been using her fingers.
Wanda leaned forward so her front was cocooning your back, the contact making you feel the slick coat of sweat that had enveloped your body. “I thought you wanted to prove to mommy what a good girl you are,” she reminded you. Her hips had begun to slow to allow you to answer her properly. She reached one of her hands up to move your hair to your other shoulder, allowing her to see your fatigued expression.
You hesitated, “Y-Yes, but-”
“Yes, but what?” Wanda hissed, suddenly impatient as she watched you struggle to form words. “Suddenly you don’t want to be my good girl?” She cupped your cheek, running her thumb over your cheekbone.
“No! I want to-”
“Then let me fuck your pussy the way I want to.”
Wanda watched you a little while longer as you nodded. She softened at your obedience and kissed you. “That’s right. Mommy loves you so much, detka,” she whispered against your lips. You had been told by your stepmother that she loved you countless times before, but it held a different weight now. You smiled into the kiss, happy to be hers.
“I love you too, mommy.” You saw a flash of Wanda’s pretty smile before she straightened and positioned her hips against your ass again.
Her thrusts picked up speed. The pressure of having her cock being buried deep within you was completely different from the feeling of her fingers. Wanda took your hand with hers, placing it on your ass as she continued to use the leverage to fuck you against her strap. She squeezed your hand supportively and tried your best to squeeze back in response.
Wanda’s moans were louder and more frequent than before, and you knew she was grinding her clit against her strap’s harness as she fucked you. The realisation made you all the more wet thinking about how she was just using you as an object to get herself off. “You feel so tight, malyshka,” she told you, her head thrown back as she fucked into your pussy, hands still on your hips.
The sensitive pain that had been shooting up your body was long dissipated into white-hot pleasure, as if your entire body was aflame, every inch of your skin incandescent as you lay limp, every thought you could ever think and anything you could ever feel being placed in Wanda’s hands. It was her authority that rained upon you, her very word that was, and would forever be, your law.
“I’m the only one who’s ever allowed to touch this pussy,” Wanda said. Her hand rounded your hip to rub her fingers against your clit. “Do you understand, Y/N? Repeat it to me.”
You groaned, willing everything in you to answer her. Several seconds was too long of a response time. Wanda slapped her hand down against your ass, making you yelp and jerk forward. She brought you back up to her, the impact of being pressed back down against her hips propelled you closer to your second orgasm. Wanda must’ve caught on because she started thrusting faster, her fingers’ contact against your clit becoming harsher. “You’re the only one allowed to touch my pussy,” you whimpered out finally, a proud chuckle coming from the woman behind you. “Mama, please…”
She squeezed your hand. “Oh, my sweet girl. What is it?” she asked. Although her words were indicative of concern, the way she patronised you was all too audible, and the way she got off on it was even more evident.
“Gonna cum again, mommy,” you cried. You buried your face into the couch cushion, your forehead pressed against the soft fabric. Opening your eyes, you could see Wanda’s knees from between your thighs and the hard work she was putting into fucking you. To think she cared so much about making you feel good made your head all fuzzy and warm.
“You are?” Wanda questioned, her tone alike to that of a preschool teacher talking to a child as they feigned interest in their droning. One of her hands was placed on your thigh, lifting your leg up as her other hand let you lay down onto the couch carefully so your stomach was flush against it. Your body was limp, simply a marionette at the feet of its puppeteer as Wanda turned you around so you were on your back. She let your other leg down, her actions careful so her cock didn’t accidentally slip out of you.
Your arms raised to your stepmother and she placed a hand by your head to lower herself down to your face. You kissed her as if it was an inherent desire to feel her soft lips against yours when she was this close to your face. Wanda parted from your lips to pepper kisses across your collarbone, all the while your legs lifted to press your thighs against her sides.
An erect nipple was taken into Wanda’s mouth. The feeling of her lips wrapped around you, her teeth raking down your bud carefully, forced a long moan out of you. Her hand cupped your cheek gently and you looked down to find your stepmother’s eyes piercing into yours with surprising focus despite the rapid thrusting of her hips and the maintained contact with her fingers against your clit. The sight was that of a woman you had not known before tonight, one who craved you like one did oxygen, a woman, who in desperate desire for your entire being and very soul to be one with hers, suckled at your breasts and fucked herself into your cunt. She switched breasts and licked the long stripe up the other before kissing you again.
Without uttering a single word, Wanda pressed another kiss against the shell of your ear before exhaling breathy moans and grunts against the side of your head as she grew closer to her own high.
Having not enough strength to hold yourself up any longer, your ankles rounded Wanda’s lower back as she rutted into you, crossing them to hold your legs up and pull her closer.
The familiar coil in your lower stomach tightened, stronger than it had before, painful and unbelievably pleasurable all at once. You blabbered out partially-completed words declaring your proximity to your orgasm.
The whole universe dissipated into nothingness when your stepmother whispered into your ear, “Let go.”
You clenched around Wanda’s cock as you came for the second time, every inch of your body locked into tight tremors. Your back arched into her, your breasts pressed against hers, as your orgasm lit you ablaze like Icarus’ zenith atop of the world, enveloped in your wax wings as Wanda held you close, her own orgasm coming over her.
When your body fell back into the couch, shaky pants leaving your lips, you watched your stepmother as her head was thrown back, her body arched atop of yours like a great lioness in a grand stretch. Her moans were long and raspy. Strands of her dark hair stuck to her sweat-slicked forehead. Wanda was the most beautiful woman you had ever known.
Although you had never turned to watch her, what was above you now was wildly different from what you had only heard last night. What used to be a creeping presence, hardly there and nearly chalked up to delusion, was now a mighty force towering above you, indelible once it bled through you and tenacious when it had chosen its target.
Wanda plummeted from her hilt, her forehead resting against yours as she caught her breath while her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands found your arms, gripping tightly. When she opened her eyes, she smiled down at you and you felt as if you had melted into the couch. “My pretty girl. So good to me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and her throat raw. Wanda slipped her cock out from between your puffy reddened pussy lips and unfastened her strap from her hips. You heard it tumble to the living room floor.
“Can you tell me you love me again, mommy?” you asked.
Wanda’s smile widened as she lifted you onto her lap, reaching down to pick your shirt up from the floor. You raised your arms for her and she put your shirt back on. “I love you so much, puppy,” she said, pressing a kiss to your nose when your head popped out from your shirt as she pulled it down your body.
“More, please,” you requested. Your voice was so tiny, your mind all clouded by fuzzy-feeling thoughts. Your body was tired and happily used by mommy.
Your sweatpants were picked up from the floor after you watched Wanda pocket your panties slick with your icky juices. You slipped off of mommy’s lap to stand up. Wanda lowered herself to between your hips and pressed a gentle kiss just above your sensitive little princess parts. “I love you,” she uttered against your skin, looking up at you from between your thighs. The sight made you all blushy. Wanda grinned and kissed your lower stomach. You stepped into your sweatpants and Wanda pulled them up to your hips.
“All mommy’s, right?” Wanda asked after you sat back down in her lap and nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck.
“Right,” you answered proudly. “All mommy’s.”
Wanda felt you smile against her neck and she kissed your forehead, leaning forward while you hung to her like a young koala to its mother. She picked up her glass of wine, taking sips of it while she played a sitcom on the television. You snuggled closer to her, turning your head to watch with her. Your stepmother placed a hand atop your head and scratched at your scalp gently.
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.
Summary: When you come across your stepmother having some alone time, you can’t help but watch. When it happens more than once, your desire threatens to push the boundaries of your relationship with her.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Wanda called out from the kitchen, her voice a welcome distraction from your neverending work.
You finished the paragraph you were typing out for your essay and closed your laptop with a sigh, stretching as you stood up from the couch.
Your body was stiff from sitting for so long, hunched over your laptop as you worked on yet another assignment for school. It was finals week, so you were overwhelmed with important exams and projects. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that you’d start winter break soon.
You made your way to the kitchen, where your stepmom was putting the finishing touches on two plates of chicken and pasta. You stood there for a moment, admiring the way her nose scrunched up in concentration as she sprinkled parmesan on the pasta. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, even in her casual clothes, with her hair slightly messy and a thin sheen of sweat on her skin from cooking.
You’d always had a crush on Wanda, despite the fact that she was your stepmom. She was more of a real parent to you than your father ever was and she supported you in everything you did, constantly motivating you to work harder academically. In fact, most of your drive to do well in school stemmed from a craving for her approval, a desire to make her proud of you, and you were okay with that as long as your work was completed on time.
Wanda was always so lovely to you too, complimenting you on your efforts and praising you when you did well, and it never failed to make your heart flutter. You never intended to rely on her as much as you did, nor did you intend to start crushing on her as hard as you were. On top of being a genuinely kind person and an amazing stepmom, she was also stunning.
You were taken aback the first time you met her, mesmerized by alluring green eyes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what a woman like her saw in your father. The fact that she was sweet on you didn’t help your growing feelings for her, and neither did her overly touchy nature. She was constantly finding ways to have her hands on you - whether it was a hand on your back in the kitchen as she spoke to you or a hug that lasted longer than you felt was appropriate - and it drove you crazy.
You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t actually want her like that, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny it, especially when your father was always gone on another business trip, leaving you alone with her for weeks at a time.
When Wanda noticed you standing across the room, she looked up with a smile.
“How’s the essay coming along, malysh?” She asked, moving around the kitchen island until she was next to you, her hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.
“It’s fine, I’m about halfway done I think,” you responded, clearing your throat and trying to ignore the way her soothing touch was setting your nerves alight.
“That’s good, I’m proud of you,” she cooed, her words making you feel warm inside. She often had that effect on you and this was no exception. Her arm reached around you to pull you closer, half hugging you, before she moved away to set the table.
You managed a smile and a “thank you” before you helped her, bringing utensils to where she set the plates down and taking a seat across from her.
“I know you’ve been working so hard on your studies lately, dear, but have you been remembering to rest too?” Wanda questioned, an eyebrow raised as she took in your tired state. You’d been working tirelessly this week due to your finals and you certainly hadn’t been sleeping well. You were hoping that Wanda wouldn’t notice, but she always did.
“I- sort of,” you mumbled, not wanting to lie to her, but also not wanting to disappoint her with the truth.
“I’m not sure I believe that,” Wanda chuckled, steadying her fork so she could cut into her chicken. Luckily, she dropped the subject after that, instead asking you how other aspects of your life had been going and telling you about her week.
The two of you carried on a casual conversation as you ate, and you didn’t hesitate to tell Wanda how amazing her cooking was, to which she responded with an appreciative smile.
A comfortable silence fell over you before Wanda spoke again.
“So, any cute girls in your classes?” She asked curiously, catching you off guard. You immediately felt awkward, unsure of how to discuss your love life with the woman you were crushing on.
“Not really,” you shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.
“Hm, that’s surprising,” she commented skeptically.
You quickly corrected yourself. “I mean, there are cute girls, just no one that I’m interested in.”
Wanda nodded in understanding, satisfied with your answer, before standing up to take your plates to the kitchen.
“Would you like to watch a movie tonight?” She asked, placing the plates in the sink. “It’s your turn to pick one.”
You and Wanda had a tradition of watching movies together at least once a week. It usually ended up with you curled into Wanda’s side on the couch, your head on her shoulder and her arm around you as you watched whatever movie had been put on. It was one of your favorite experiences, something you looked forward to every week.
You always cherished your alone time with Wanda, especially your movie nights since it was an excuse to practically cuddle with her and feel close to her, which is why you suddenly felt so bad, knowing that you’d have to turn her down this week.
“I’d love to, but I really need to finish this essay,” you sighed. “It’s due tomorrow night.”
Wanda hid her disappointment behind a supportive smile, stepping towards you. “That’s okay, detka, I know it’s a busy week for you,” she said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We can watch whatever movie you want after your finals, how does that sound?” Her thumb stroked your cheek as she spoke and no matter how often Wanda touched you like this, it never failed to have an effect on you.
“That sounds good,” you responded, almost stuttering. “And thank you for dinner, it was delicious.”
“Of course.” She leaned in to kiss your forehead, before taking a step back to continue cleaning up the kitchen. “I know you have to get back to it, so I’m gonna finish up in here and then I’ll be in my room reading if you need anything, okay?”
You were still reeling from the affection, nodding in acknowledgment and mumbling a “thanks” as you left the kitchen.
“Don’t stay up too late!” You heard Wanda call out as you grabbed your laptop from the living room table. You could only chuckle, knowing you would most likely be up half the night finishing your work.
You made your way to your room and sat at your desk, plugging in your laptop to the charger before trying to focus on writing again. Eventually you found a rhythm, alternating between sharing your thoughts on the topic and citing sources to support your side.
It was late when you finally decided to head to bed, turning off the light and sliding under the covers with a sigh. It seemed you were more tired than you realized, as the feeling of your bed beneath you was a welcome relief.
Finals week hadn’t been easy on you and late nights had become your regular for the past couple of weeks. You were so close to finishing the semester and every time you felt like giving up, you were reminded of why you worked so hard in the first place - Wanda.
You let your mind wander to thoughts of your stepmom, how proud she would be knowing you did well in all of your classes, the praise she would give you and how it would make you feel. You couldn’t wait for your upcoming movie night; you craved the familiar feeling of her body pressed against yours on the couch, the closeness to her that nothing else could compare to.
You only wished you could be even closer to her, often daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss her, to feel your lips against hers, to swallow her sounds as you ran your hands over her body. It felt wrong to want her that way, to lust after someone who was essentially your mother figure, but you couldn’t help it.
You tried to remind yourself that Wanda was married - to your father nonetheless - and that nothing would ever happen between the two of you, but not even the harsh reality of your situation could stop you from wanting her.
You huffed as you rolled over in bed, feeling exhausted but unable to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of Wanda. You spent so many of your nights thinking of her, wishing you were laid beside her, holding her or being held by her, imagining the cuddles and sleepy kisses the two of you could share if your situation was different.
Some nights the thoughts were innocent, your desire to feel close to her manifesting in those simple fantasies of sharing a bed with her. Other nights, you longed to feel her even closer, shamefully allowing yourself to picture her beneath you, head thrown back and hips bucking as you made her cum for you. You wondered what she looked like when she came, what she sounded like, what she tasted like.
You knew you shouldn’t have these thoughts and the frustration brought on by your relationship to Wanda made you want to cry. It was a constant battle - the shame, the jealousy, the yearning - and it was slowly getting to you.
Just as you were finally starting to drift off to sleep, you heard what sounded like a groan coming from down the hall. You opened your eyes and listened closely, wondering if something was wrong. You figured Wanda would be asleep by now with how late it was, but when you heard another muffled sound through the walls, it was obvious she wasn’t.
Worried she’d hurt herself or needed help, you dragged yourself out of bed and headed down the hall, stopping just outside of her room. The door was slightly ajar and just as you were about to push it all the way open, another sound escaped the woman on the other side and this time it was unmistakable, realization hitting you like a truck.
Those weren’t sounds of pain, they were moans of pleasure. And when you peered through the gap in the doorway, it was confirmed. Wanda was touching herself, one hand beneath her panties, fingers working against herself, the other gripping the bedsheets as she let another breathy moan.
It felt like something you shouldn’t be seeing, but you couldn’t look away. The sight before you was so erotic, so breathtaking; you were entranced as you watched her touch herself, her head thrown back against the pillows, her face scrunched up in pleasure, her hips subtly moving against her hand. Soft, needy moans escaped her parted lips and just hearing her was enough to make you wet.
You knew you should leave, that you should respect her privacy and go back to your room, but the sight of her was hypnotizing. You shifted uncomfortably as you watched her, squeezing your legs together as arousal clouded your judgment. One word uttered by the other woman brought you back to reality.
“Y/N,” Wanda moaned, her breathing uneven as she chased her orgasm.
There was no way you heard that right.
For a second, you thought you’d been caught, that she was calling out your name because she’d seen you standing there. Your blood ran cold and you froze, immediately feeling the shame and embarrassment of being caught watching her masturbate. But Wanda’s gaze never found yours, her eyes remained closed and her hand kept moving under her panties.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good,” she panted out, curling her fingers inside of herself, her palm nudging her clit with every thrust.
Your mouth fell open when you realized what was happening, blush painting your cheeks and arousal pooling in your lower belly at the thought.
Wanda was thinking about you while touching herself.
It was overwhelming in the best way - the sight of your stepmom bringing herself pleasure, the heavenly moans escaping her as she brought herself closer to the edge, the faint sound of her fucking herself, and god, she sounded so wet. The fact that she was thinking about you while she got off was the cherry on top and you had to stifle a groan at how turned on you were.
You couldn’t believe that Wanda would reciprocate your feelings for her, at least to some extent. You briefly thought that you should pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. You’d always felt bad for lusting after her, for desiring her in ways that were not appropriate for a stepdaughter to feel about her stepmother, but the knowledge that she desired you too filled you with warmth.
You wished you could see her, really see her, without the barrier of clothing in the way. You wanted to see how she fucked herself, wanted to know how many fingers she was using and watch how her pussy stretched around them. You wouldn’t complain though, not when you were already enjoying this so much.
Wanda’s moans rose in pitch, her hips becoming more frantic against her hand, and you knew she was close. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of her falling apart and you fought the urge to touch yourself with her.
With a couple more thrusts of her fingers inside of herself, Wanda was cumming with a series of loud moans, her back arching off the bed, her hips stuttering as she reached her peak.
Watching Wanda cum was better than anything you could’ve imagined, she looked unbelievably sexy falling apart and you committed the sight to memory in case you never got to see it again.
She pulled her fingers out of herself, removing her hand from her panties, and hummed in satisfaction as she caught her breath. You took this as your cue to leave, sneaking quietly down the hall until you were back in your own room.
You found yourself back in bed, unsure of how you were supposed to fall asleep after what you’d just witnessed. You were turned on beyond belief, your mind filled with images of Wanda touching herself. You felt bad for watching, for invading her privacy, but how could you not when she sounded so good moaning your name?
Now that you knew what she sounded like chanting your name as she chased her release, you couldn’t help but imagine being the one fucking her senseless, making her feel so good as you touched her and kissed her everywhere you wanted to.
You groaned as you rolled over; you couldn’t get the image of Wanda masturbating out of your head, but at the same time, you wished the memory would never fade.
You wished you could see it again.
After tossing and turning amidst sinful thoughts of your stepmom, you eventually succumbed to sleep. You woke up to your alarm going off, already feeling the exhaustion from being up so late. It was hard not to just silence your phone and go back to sleep.
Your body protested as you sat up and reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, getting ready to start your day. You got dressed and brushed your teeth before heading downstairs, hoping a cup or two of coffee would wake you up.
Wanda was in the kitchen when you entered, pouring herself a cup of coffee and making her way to the fridge for creamer. She was wearing a short, lacy nightgown and when she bent down to grab the creamer, you almost choked on air. The thin fabric of her slip left little to the imagination and the view of her ass as she leaned towards the lower shelves of the fridge was almost too much for you.
You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look away as she turned around.
“Good morning, Y/N,” she greeted, smiling at you sweetly as she poured the creamer into her coffee. Wanda was acting completely normal around you, as if she hadn’t been moaning your name into the night less than eight hours ago. You hadn’t considered how awkward being around her would be after the events of the previous night, especially when she didn’t even know you were present for it.
“Good morning,” you responded, avoiding eye contact as you made your way towards the coffee pot.
“How did you sleep, malysh?” Wanda asked, coming over to you to place a hand on your back, rubbing in circles. You nearly shuddered at the feeling of her touching you, but you kept your composure.
“I slept okay,” you answered, and it wasn’t entirely untrue - you didn’t sleep terribly, you just wished you’d slept more. “What about you?”
Wanda raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the counter next to you. “You don’t seem like you slept okay. Late night?”
“Sort of,” you responded, trying not to think about why you were up so late.
“Oh detka,” she cooed, stirring her coffee. “I know it’s finals week and you’re working hard, but you need to take care of yourself too.”
While you appreciated how much she cared about you and your wellbeing, you also wanted to laugh at how oblivious she seemed. She had no idea she was the reason you’d barely slept, tossing and turning for hours as vivid images of her touching herself invaded your mind.
You collected your thoughts and looked up at her. “I know, I’m taking care of myself, I promise,” you reassured her, not wanting her to press the matter any further.
“Good,” she purred, gently running her fingers through your hair. Every little thing she did made you melt and you wished it wasn’t so hard to act normal around her, especially now that you knew what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure.
Wanda leaned back, taking a sip of her coffee before walking over to the fridge. “Do you have class today?” She asked casually, as if she hadn’t just made you so flustered.
“Um, no, I just have a final exam this afternoon,” you managed.
“Good luck with your exam, sweetheart,” she said sweetly, grabbing a carton of eggs. “Since it’s this afternoon, does that mean you have time for breakfast?”
“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, your response bringing a smile to Wanda’s face.
“Perfect, you enjoy your coffee and I’ll make breakfast for us. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” With that, Wanda began moving around the kitchen, bending over again to look through the cabinet below the stove. You almost groaned at how revealing her slip was and decided to leave the kitchen while you still had your sanity.
You spent some time in the living room drinking your coffee and scrolling through your phone until Wanda called out for you. You joined her at the kitchen island and conversed lightly over breakfast, discussing your busy week and making plans with her for when finals were over. You tried to ignore the way her usual teasing and touchiness was making you feel, instead focusing on how good it felt to be around her, enjoying her company and your conversation.
You were able to keep your mind off the events of the previous night and the awkwardness faded a bit the longer you talked.
Once you finished eating, you helped Wanda with the dishes and then disappeared to your room to study until it was time to head out for your exam. Wanda seemed slightly disappointed that you had to hole yourself up in your room once more to study, and you felt bad for not spending as much time with her this week.
You wanted more than anything to make her proud though, so you dedicated your day to making sure you were prepared for your final. When you left that afternoon, Wanda hugged you and kissed your cheek for good luck, seemingly unaware of how it made your heart flutter.
The exam went well and you felt confident in your final grade, sighing with relief as you took off your coat upon returning home. The house was empty so you assumed Wanda had a late meeting or was out running errands.
You fixed yourself something to eat and headed to your room to work on a project for another class. You lost track of time, immersed in your work, and the only thing that drew your focus away from your laptop was the sound of soft knocking on your door.
The door opened halfway and Wanda peered through, a warm smile on her face as she saw you sitting at your desk.
“Just letting you know I’m home.” She spoke quietly, as if she was trying not to disturb you. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, smiling subtly at the way she cared for you.
“Okay good,” she responded, returning your smile. “I’m gonna shower and call it a night, don’t stay up too late, okay sweetheart?”
“I won’t,” you agreed, and it was true - you were still tired from barely sleeping the night before and you knew you’d be getting under the covers sooner than later.
Wanda said a quick goodnight before closing your door and making her way down the hall.
It was later than you intended to stay up when you finally finished your project, stretching as you stood up from your desk. You changed into comfier clothes and crawled into bed, completely exhausted and ready for sleep to take over.
You thought of Wanda and how much you missed spending more time with her, how pretty she looked making breakfast for you in the kitchen, how her lips felt against your cheek when you left for your exam. You also thought of how cruel it was to want someone so badly and not be able to have them. It was becoming almost embarrassing how much you yearned for her, how desperate you were for someone you knew you’d never have a chance with.
You were right on the cusp between consciousness and sleep when you heard it - a moan.
Not again.
Your eyes shot open and you froze, listening intently. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard another muffled sound through the wall, your core already pulsing at the implication of what was happening.
You were well aware of what she was doing; there was no need for you to investigate, no need to check on her to see if she was okay, but you found yourself sitting up and sliding out of bed regardless.
You crept down the hall, the sounds becoming louder as you approached, and stopped just outside of Wanda’s room. The door was cracked open again and you briefly wondered why Wanda would be so careless, but you were brought back to reality by another heavenly moan escaping the redhead.
Unlike the night before, Wanda wasn’t wearing anything as she touched herself in the center of her bed, lithe fingers parting her folds and rubbing her clit with every stroke through her pussy. She looked so wet and you nearly whimpered at the sight, she had the prettiest pussy you’d ever seen. Her center glistened in the dim light of her room and you wished you could taste her, wanting nothing more than to lap up all the sticky wetness between her thighs.
You had to squint to see her decently - her room was slightly dark, only illuminated by the lamp on her nightstand - but what you could see from your place in the doorway was driving you insane. You watched as Wanda masturbated in her bed mere feet away from you, seemingly unaware that she had an audience.
You nearly drooled when you saw her slide two fingers inside of herself, your mouth falling open at the way her tight pussy stretched around the digits. The moan she let out as she began fucking herself made your core twitch with desire, arousal flooding your senses. You felt drunk off of her, your head fuzzy and eyes full of lust as you stared at the space between her legs, mesmerized by the way she touched herself.
“Oh fuck,” Wanda panted as she sped up her movements, her hips canting up into her hand. It was so erotic to watch her pleasure herself, to see her in such an intimate way. You were so turned on from watching that you knew you’d have to do something about it before you eventually went to sleep, your thighs pressed together to ease the ache between them.
“Y/N, right there,” she cried out, curling her fingers and arching her back as she hit the spot inside of herself that made her legs shake. You could tell she was close and you were nearly trembling in anticipation, eager to see her cum again. She was like a drug and you were addicted.
With a guttural moan, Wanda came, cursing and chanting your name as she fucked herself through it. Her hips bucked unevenly as she rode it out, grinding her clit against her palm with every thrust of her cunt against her hand. She drew it out, milking it for all it was worth, moaning loudly as her pussy clenched around her fingers, coating them in her cum.
Just when you thought you’d never seen anything more attractive in your life, Wanda pulled her fingers out and brought her hand up, taking the wet digits into her mouth and sucking on them, letting out a satisfied groan at her own taste. You bit back a whimper at the sight, not wanting to alert her to your presence.
You were impossibly wet from watching her cum and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet, causing one of the floorboards to creak beneath you. Wanda’s head snapped towards the door and you slipped out of sight, your heart pounding in your chest. You hoped the hallway was dark enough that she didn’t see you, but you couldn’t be sure.
With panic blooming in your chest, you made it back to your own room and closed the door quietly, immediately slipping into bed and closing your eyes, thinking that if you pretended to be asleep, everything would be okay.
Your mind kept you awake for a while longer, filled with the vivid memories of Wanda touching herself, plagued with the anxiety of almost being caught watching her. You didn’t know what you would do if Wanda found out you spied on her while she was touching herself, feeling embarrassed just at the thought of her knowing. You also didn’t know how you would explain your actions without confessing your feelings towards her. You couldn’t stop worrying about whether or not she saw you, whether or not she knew you were there, and you couldn’t stop fantasizing about being the one making her feel good, being the one with your hands on her instead of her own.
Eventually, you fell asleep, your exhaustion finally overtaking your rampant thoughts.
When you woke up, it was still early in the morning - you hadn’t slept well, but at least you hadn’t overslept. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stumbled to the kitchen in search of caffeine, noticing Wanda in the adjacent living room on your way. She was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, reading as she sipped from her mug.
“Morning Wanda,” you greeted, your voice still rough from having just woken up.
Wanda looked up, smiling when she saw you, and saved her page before setting the book down. “Good morning, Y/N,” she said cheerily, standing up and approaching you. She took in your tired state and gave you a knowing look. “How late were you up, malysh?” She teased.
You held back a groan at the question, hoping she wasn’t implying that she knew you were up after seeing you in the hallway. “Pretty late, I did try to go to sleep early though,” you answered truthfully.
Wanda hummed in response before speaking again. “You poor thing. Did something keep you up late?” Your breath hitched upon hearing her words, feeling almost certain that she knew your secret.
“Just stressed about a final project.” You tried to play it off. Maybe she didn’t know, maybe everything was fine and you were on the verge of crumbling for no reason. You figured the best thing you could do was act normal and pray she was as clueless as she’d seemed the day before.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Wanda cooed. “I know this week has been hard on you, but it’ll be over soon and I’m so proud of you.” Your cheeks warmed at her praise as she brought her hand to the side of your neck, tracing your jawline with her thumb.
“Thank you,” you responded, suddenly weak in the knees and certain you were blushing like crazy. You were also taken aback by how quickly you went from feeling anxious to feeling loved and reassured.
“Of course, detka,” she said back, her hand still cradling your neck. For a moment you just stood there like that, Wanda’s hand nearly cupping your cheek as she looked at you adoringly and you struggled to hold eye contact with her. The moment felt so intimate it almost made you shudder.
Just as soon as it started, it ended, with Wanda retracting her hand and stepping to the side of you, making her way towards the kitchen.
“Breakfast?” she asked nonchalantly, as if the two of you hadn’t just shared a moment that made you forget how to breathe.
After the two of you shared breakfast, you went back to studying and finishing up projects for most of the day, only taking breaks to eat, shower, and work out.
That night, despite the guilt and the tension, despite almost being caught, you once again found yourself sneaking down the hall after hearing breathy moans of pleasure from down the hall.
The next few days consisted of the same routine - focusing on your studies throughout the day and losing sleep over Wanda at night - and by the end of the week, you were done with your classes for the semester.
You felt relieved to be done and Wanda was more than proud of you for finishing the year with good grades. She kissed your cheek and told you how proud she was before she left for a work meeting in the morning, leaving you blushing in the living room.
It was your first day of winter break, so you spent it relaxing at home, catching up on shows and texting with your friends. Halfway through the day, you decided to bake cookies for Wanda as a subtle thank you for her constant support.
When Wanda arrived home, it was already dark outside, the chill of the winter air creeping in as she entered the house. She shed her coat and set her purse down, quickly turning her attention towards the kitchen when she noticed you making dinner.
“Hi detka,” she greeted, smiling as she approached the kitchen island, resting her elbows on it as she looked at you.
“Hey,” you replied, smiling back at her before grabbing a handful of chopped vegetables and placing them in a pan on the stove.
You stirred the contents of the pan before turning to face Wanda, who was curiously eyeing the cookies you’d baked earlier. “Oh, um, those are for you,” you said, gesturing towards the cookies.
Wanda almost looked surprised for a moment before a smile graced her features. “How thoughtful,” she commented, reaching for a cookie. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You nodded in response, watching her as she carefully took a bite. She practically moaned in satisfaction and you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the familiar sound.
“That’s delicious,” she complimented.
“Thank you,” you choked out, clearing your throat. You turned back around to check on dinner, not wanting Wanda to notice how flustered you’d suddenly become.
“So, now that you’re done with finals, how about that movie night?” Wanda proposed.
“I’d love that,” you answered, looking back over your shoulder at her. “Tonight?”
“Tonight is perfect,” she said, smiling at you in a way that made her nose scrunch up adorably, your heart melting at the sight. “Do you know what movie you want to watch, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you replied. “Yelena’s favorite movie for the holidays is Carol and she told me to watch it, so let’s go with that.”
Wanda smirked to herself before responding. “Sounds like a plan. We can watch it after dinner.”
“Okay,” you said with a nod, turning back around to finish cooking.
When dinner was finally ready, the two of you ate together at the table. Wanda asked how your day went and continued to praise you for doing so well in your classes, causing you to blush as you focused on your food, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She talked about work and how her week went, and she made sure to comment on how much she’d missed your company recently. Apparently it had been a stressful week for her and you briefly wondered if that had anything to do with her seeking relief every night. You cursed yourself for thinking of that now, certain your cheeks were even redder than before.
When you were finished eating, you took care of the dishes and she thanked you for being so sweet to her before heading to the living room to queue up the movie.
You cleaned up quickly, eager to spend more time with Wanda, and made your way to the living room, two glasses of wine in hand.
“Thank you, detka, you’re so good to me,” Wanda cooed, smiling as you handed her one of the glasses.
“Of course.” You joined her on the couch, your bodies mere inches apart as you settled in beside her.
“Ready?” She asked, sipping her wine as she reached for the remote.
“Yeah,” you replied.
Wanda smiled and pressed play, leaning back into the couch as the movie began. She seemed to have scooted closer to you in the process, your legs now touching.
It didn’t take long for you to realize that the movie revolved around an age gap relationship between two women and you wished you hadn’t chosen one of Yelena’s recommendations to watch with your stepmom, who you secretly had a huge crush on. You definitely should’ve done some research before suggesting to watch it, but you couldn’t go back on it now, no matter how awkward you suddenly felt or how tense the air around you had become.
At one point, Wanda rested her hand on your thigh, her thumb idly rubbing circles on the fabric of your pants, and you tried not to squirm. Between the plot of the movie and the way Wanda was touching you, you started to feel warm and slightly uncomfortable in your spot on the couch. You’d already finished off your glass of wine, hoping that the tipsy feeling would relax you a little bit, but it only made you feel hotter.
It wasn’t until a sex scene came on that Wanda spoke up, noticing you shifting beside her. “You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, checking in with faux concern, her sly smirk going unnoticed by you.
“Yeah,” you managed, your voice coming out breathier than you would’ve liked.
Wanda took the last sip of her wine, setting the glass on the coffee table. “Have you ever done anything like that?”
The question caught you off guard, not expecting Wanda to be asking you about your sex life. You sat there dumbly for a moment before Wanda turned to look at you curiously, waiting for a response.
“I- not really,” you answered honestly, feeling your cheeks heat up under her gaze.
“Hmm,” Wanda mused, contemplating her next words. “Do you think about it?”
You were once again surprised by her boldness. It took you a few seconds to say something back, your mind a little fuzzy from the wine and clouded with thoughts of all the things you wanted to do with Wanda.
“Um, yeah, I suppose.” You tried to sound nonchalant, but the way Wanda was questioning you had you feeling simultaneously embarrassed and also strangely aroused.
“Is that what you think about when you think of me?” Wanda asked, smiling far too innocently.
You almost choked upon hearing her words. She couldn’t possibly know how you felt about her, could she? You felt panic rise in your chest, unsure of how to respond to her question.
“I- what do you mean?” You stuttered out, looking anywhere but directly at her.
Wanda didn’t miss a beat. “I think you know exactly what I mean, detka,” she said, her sultry tone turning you on despite how confused and anxious you felt. “I know you’ve been watching me,” she spoke again, leaning in and resting her arm on the back of the couch, her body angled towards yours. Her confession made you look up at her, worry spread across your features as she smirked. “Did you like what you saw?”
You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you froze in place. How did she know? How much had she seen? How long has she known? So many questions swirled around in your mind as she waited patiently for you to respond. You broke eye contact, unable to look her in the eyes as you lied to her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried, a futile attempt to save yourself from the humiliation of her knowing.
“Oh sweetheart, we’re way past lying,” Wanda cooed, letting her hand come up to brush your hair behind your ear. “You know, it’s not proper to watch someone when they’re having some alone time.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, shame washing over you as she spoke. “It’s a good thing I knew you were there, hm? I mean, why else would I leave the door open every night?”
You snapped your head to look at her, shock evident on your face, and Wanda bit back a chuckle at your reaction.
“You- you wanted me to see?” You whispered, your brain working overtime to process the new information. You were having a hard time grasping the concept that Wanda even knew you watched her; the fact that she had always intended for you to watch her was too much to wrap your head around.
Was it possible that Wanda really did reciprocate your feelings for her? You’d never let yourself consider it, but in some ways it did make sense. She was always so sweet and overly touchy with you, but you’d never let yourself believe that it was because she felt something for you. But then you thought back to those nights, hearing her moan your name while she touched herself, and it clicked. She did want you, just as you wanted her, and the thought made you feel like your skin was on fire.
Wanda nodded, biting her lip. “The first night wasn’t on purpose,” she explained, looking back and forth between your eyes as she spoke. “But when I realized I had an audience, well…” she trailed off, smirking. “I guess you did like what you saw, hm?” She leaned in closer, her lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Because you kept coming back every single night to watch mommy get herself off.”
You groaned at her words and the arousal that shot through you as she said them. You fought the urge to squeeze your legs together, your core pulsing from her teasing. The name she used for herself wasn’t helping either - you weren’t expecting it, nor were you expecting the way it would make you feel.
You felt more than saw Wanda’s smirk at your reaction. “What did you like the most?” She asked, trailing featherlight kisses down your neck. “Was it the sight of me with my legs spread, my fingers working between my thighs? Or did you get off on my sounds, the way I moaned your name as I made myself feel good? Maybe it was seeing me cum, watching me fall apart on my own fingers - maybe that’s what did it for you.”
Her words were turning you on to no end and you had to hold back a whimper at how desperate you were becoming for her. You tried to nod in agreement, your breathing labored as she continued her ministrations on your neck.
“Use your words, detka,” she demanded, before sucking on your pulse point and making you shiver.
“Yes, all of it, fuck, Wanda,” you managed breathily, one hand coming up to her hair to keep her in place. She sighed against your skin, pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your eyes opened slowly and she took pride in how glossy they were, your pupils dark with desire. You already looked ruined and she’d barely done anything yet.
Her gaze flicked down to your lips briefly and your breath caught in your throat at the action. She cupped your cheek, stroking it with her thumb. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”
“Please,” you breathed out, no longer worried about her knowing how badly you wanted her.
She smiled before leaning in, so slowly that the anticipation was almost painful. Although tempted to just close the distance, you didn’t dare move, practically shaking at the first brush of her lips against yours.
Kissing Wanda was everything and nothing like what you’d expected. Her lips were impossibly soft as they moved hesitantly against your own and it made you feel warm all over. The kiss wasn’t rough or desperate; it was tender in a way you never could’ve imagined and you could already feel yourself getting lost in it.
When Wanda deepened the kiss, you couldn’t hold back a moan. You felt her smile against your lips before kissing you harder, letting her tongue slip into your mouth. You whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against yours; it was all so hot and you knew if she touched you in that moment, you’d be wet for her.
Without breaking the kiss, Wanda moved so she was laying back against the couch, pulling you with her so you were on top of her, straddling her lap. One hand rested on the back of your neck, keeping you close, the other gripping your hip, her thumb rubbing small circles into your skin where your shirt had ridden up.
You cupped her cheek as you kissed her with more fervor, relishing in the feeling of being this close to her.
When she finally broke the kiss to catch her breath, you didn’t hesitate to move your lips to her jaw, kissing her skin as you made your way to her neck. Feeling your warm breath and eager mouth against her neck made her sigh beneath you, a breathy moan escaping her parted lips when you softly nipped at her pulse point. The sound went straight to your core and the fact that you’d been the one to make her moan this time was intoxicating in the best way - you needed to hear more.
You brought one of your hands to the hem of her shirt, teasing the skin underneath as you pulled away to look up at her. “Is this okay?” You asked, your voice shaky from nerves and arousal.
Wanda nodded beneath you and you slid your hand higher until you felt the lace of her bra against your fingertips. Wanda gasped when you cupped her covered breast and squeezed lightly, running your thumb over her nipple through the fabric. “Good girl,” she praised, her words sending a jolt of arousal through your body. She looked at you with darkened eyes and parted lips, the pure desire in her gaze almost too much for you to handle.
You brought your other hand to her chest and teased her through the fabric of her bra, soaking in all her cute little reactions to your touch, until she stopped you, pulling your hands out from under her shirt. You almost wondered if you’d done something wrong, but then she was reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling the garment off. Her bra soon followed, leaving her bare, and you gawked at the sight of her topless beneath you.
“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling even more turned on. You practically drooled at the sight of her full breasts on display for you, her nipples hard from your teasing. She was absolutely perfect and you couldn’t wait to see all of her, to touch her everywhere, to worship her body the way you’d always dreamed about.
“You like what you see?” Wanda teased, already knowing the answer. Her cockiness only made you more aroused as you nodded dumbly. “Go ahead baby,” she encouraged. “Show me what you’ve always wanted to do to me.”
Her words emboldened you and you removed your own shirt before leaning in, capturing one of her nipples between your lips. Wanda moaned at the first touch of your tongue against her sensitive nipple, her hand coming up to the back of your head to keep you there, fingers tangling in your hair. You let your tongue caress the hardened bud, alternating between licking and sucking, drawing out more gasps and sighs from the woman beneath you.
Your hand came up to give attention to her other breast, rubbing and pinching at her stiff nipple until her breathing was labored and her hips were bucking up into you. You switched sides and continued worshipping her breasts, humming against her skin as you got lost in the way she felt underneath you.
“Fuck, Y/N, wait,” Wanda said, pulling you back from her chest and snapping you out of your haze. You looked up at her, partially worried she was going to tell you to stop entirely, but the next words from her mouth made your whole body tingle with excitement. “Take me to bed.”
The walk down the hallway was a blur, your mind still fuzzy as you stepped into her bedroom, her hand in yours keeping you grounded. She led you to her bed and crawled atop the sheets, leaning back against the pillows and pulling you on top of her once more.
She kissed you again, this time with more fervor. The addictive feeling of her lips on yours made your heart race and your underwear impossibly wetter. You kissed her back with just as much desperation, moaning against her lips when her tongue slid into your mouth. Her lips curled at that and you almost felt embarrassed, but at the same time it was turning you on even more.
Without breaking the kiss, Wanda grabbed your hand and guided it lower, not stopping until it was resting on the button of her jeans. You pulled back to take a breath and couldn’t help but admire how she looked with blown-out pupils and kiss-swollen lips.
Sensing that you were waiting for permission, Wanda broke the heated silence first. “Take them off,” she demanded, her raspy voice going straight to your core.
You bit your lip, nodding, before obeying. Her jeans came off easily and you paused for a moment to take in the sight of her. Wanda was both flattered and aroused by the way you looked at her, like you wanted to do unspeakable things to her.
She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down slowly, teasing you. She spread her legs and watched your reaction, amused at how desperate you looked for her in that moment, your eyes glued to her pussy.
You stared longingly at her glistening sex, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in it and taste her for hours. You hardly noticed when Wanda’s fingers hooked into your belt loop, tugging lightly. “Take these off too, detka.”
Her words snapped you out of your haze and you were quick to oblige, awkwardly removing your jeans and kicking them off to the floor while she watched.
When you climbed on top of her again, kissing her with more desire than she was prepared for, she absentmindedly brought her thigh up between your legs. She gasped into the kiss when she felt how wet you were through your panties.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” she groaned, pecking your lips. “Did mommy make you this wet, sweetheart?”
You whined out of embarrassment, but the way she was speaking to you made you feel like you were on fire and you didn’t want it to stop. “Yes,” you murmured, feeling exposed.
“Yes what?” Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.
“Yes mommy,” you responded, giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Good girl,” she praised and you had to bite back a groan at her words. “I bet you get all wet when you watch me touch myself too, huh?”
“Yes mommy,” you answered, blushing, still feeling slightly humiliated that she knew how deeply desperate you were for her.
“Poor baby, it must’ve been so hard for you to see me like that and not be able to do anything about it, hm?” Her words were laced with faux sympathy and for some reason, it was incredibly hot. You pouted in response. “You have me now. What do you want to do to me?”
You were hesitant to tell her what you wanted, feeling shy at the thought of revealing what you’ve always imagined doing to her, but the way she was looking at you expectantly made you swallow your nerves. “I wanna taste you so bad,” you mumbled, your voice low.
“Yeah? You wanna taste mommy?” She repeated your words back to you and you could feel the heat in your cheeks from her teasing.
You nodded eagerly. “Please.”
“Oh, those manners,” Wanda purred, cupping your cheek. She leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs again, enjoying the way your eyes fell to the space between her thighs. “Go ahead baby, eat mommy’s pussy.”
You couldn’t believe what was happening - you were about to sleep with Wanda and she was encouraging you to taste her the way you could only dream about until now. You’d never done anything like this with anyone, but you were more excited and aroused than nervous at this point.
You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh, before slowly making your way to where she wanted you most. You left open-mouthed kisses along the way, worshipping every inch of her skin. You could smell her arousal and it made you feel dizzy with lust; you couldn’t wait to taste her, eager to feel her cumming in your mouth.
You looked up at her once more, seeing nothing but desire in her gaze. Just as she was about to speak, to tell you to stop teasing, you dove in, licking a long stripe up her pussy, collecting her arousal on your tongue. You moaned at the taste of her, the way her soft folds felt under your tongue, the way she was dripping for you, and she gasped at the feeling of your hot mouth on her sensitive cunt.
When you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, Wanda couldn’t hold back a loud moan, her hips bucking slightly from the sudden stimulation. You alternated between sucking on her clit and flicking your tongue over it, drawing out more delicious moans from the woman beneath you. You could’ve gotten off on her sounds alone, but you nearly came right then and there when you looked up and saw her face contorted in pleasure, her eyebrows scrunched up and her lips parted as she panted beneath you.
She smiled when you made eye contact with her, humming in pleasure as you ran your tongue over her clit once more. “Mmm, fuck, you’re doing so good, sweetheart, so good for mommy,” she managed, the praise only making you more needy.
You doubled down on your efforts, determined to make her come undone. You groaned when Wanda began grinding her pussy into your mouth, her hips unable to stay still. She was practically fucking your face and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You already knew that watching her take her pleasure was enough to ruin you, but this was something else entirely.
You moaned into her pussy when she gripped your hair, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough to guide your movements, and continued the rhythm of her hips as she chased her orgasm. She looked so sexy getting lost in her pleasure and you couldn’t help but feel close to your own orgasm at the sight.
She tasted so fucking good too and despite the subtle ache in your jaw, you wanted to stay like this forever, trapped between her strong thighs as you lapped at her dripping cunt.
“Fuck, I’m so close, you’re doing so good,” she moaned, her voice breathy and higher in pitch. Her clit throbbed under your tongue as she approached the edge, her legs shaking around your head.
With one final swipe of your tongue, Wanda reached her peak, her back arching as waves of pleasure racked her body.
Pushing her over the edge only made you fall apart with her, a guttural moan leaving your lips as the coil within you snapped. It was short but intense and you could only grip Wanda’s thighs harshly as you rode it out.
Her hips continued to grind against your mouth and you didn’t stop eating her out, desperate to keep having her like this. You eagerly lapped up her wetness, groaning at the taste of her cum as she moaned and writhed beneath you.
You helped her ride out the aftershocks, keeping your mouth on her as long as you could. Even as she was coming down from her orgasm, you didn’t stop running your tongue through her, leaving tender kisses along the reddened skin of her overstimulated cunt.
Wanda’s grip on your hair loosened as she caught her breath, her hips jerking a little when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. She ran her fingers through your hair softly, looking down at you between her legs with lust and adoration in her eyes. “Come here,” she beckoned, smiling when you reluctantly pulled away from her center and crawled up to meet her at the head of the bed.
She leaned in to kiss you hard, letting her tongue swipe into your mouth and humming at the taste of herself. You kissed her back desperately, hungrily, as if having your first taste of her only made you want more - which was true.
She finally broke the kiss, panting, and cradled your face in her hand. “You did so good for your first time, detka,” she praised, leaning forward to whisper her next words in your ear. “You made mommy cum so hard.”
A subtle whimper escaped you at her words and she smirked. “So cute like this, all desperate for me.” She bit her lip as she admired how ruined you looked for her. “What do you need, baby?”
“Can you go again?” You blurted out, trying not to feel embarrassed at how eager you sounded.
Wanda’s eyes widened the slightest bit at your question, not expecting you to already want to make her cum again, especially when you hadn’t been taken care of. “What about you?”
Heat rose to your cheeks. “I- um, I already…” You trailed off, feeling embarrassed.
Wanda’s eyes lit up with realization and you wished you could hide from her when you noticed her lips curling into a cocky smile. “Yeah? You came just from eating mommy out?” You nodded almost shamefully, your breath catching in your throat when Wanda leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Any embarrassment you felt in that moment quickly dissipated. Wanda loved the effect she had on you and the fact that she found it attractive only made you more confident in your desire for her.
Before you could formulate a response, her mouth was on yours again, kissing you ravenously and without restraint. You kissed her back with just as much passion, certain that nothing in life would ever feel as good as being with her like this.
Your thigh came up between her legs, pressing against her center, and she gasped into the kiss. The feeling of her soaked cunt against your bare skin made your head spin and you broke the kiss to mumble against her lips. “Sit on my face.” It was less of a demand and more of a request, your eyes pleading as you looked into hers. “Please.”
“So fucking eager,” Wanda said with amazement, the words breathy as she spoke them.
She quickly flipped your positions so that she was on top, her soft thighs straddling your midsection, her wet pussy grazing your bare stomach as she helped you get comfortable against the pillows. You reached for the backs of her thighs, encouraging her to come closer.
Soon her thighs were on either side of your head and you were practically buzzing with excitement for what was to come.
“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop.” Those were the last words you heard before she lowered her pussy onto your mouth with a moan of satisfaction.
Wanda came several more times before the night was over. She guided you on how she liked to be touched and you were more than happy to do whatever she wanted. You fell apart once more on her thigh while you fucked her with your fingers, getting off on her moans and the way she looked in the throes of pleasure.
Wanda’s body practically melted into the mattress after her final orgasm of the night, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Once she recovered, she didn’t hesitate to cuddle up next to you, holding you close.
If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve asked her what this meant to her. Your feelings ran deeper than just sex, but you weren’t sure if hers did too. You tried not to worry about it, instead focusing on the way her body felt against yours, her soft breaths tickling your neck as she rested. You eventually drifted off to sleep, surrounded by her warmth and her scent.
When you were woken up the next morning by Wanda touching herself next to you, you could only wonder what you’d gotten yourself into - not that you were going to complain of course.
