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Wanda looks so soft like this. Her skin glows where the streetlight hits it, streaming through the gap in your curtains. Her eyelashes are long, her eyebrows twitching in her sleep as she mumbles, wrapping herself tighter around you. God, you can even count her freckles, your gaze wandering over her sharp cheekbones. Her hair is splayed out, a strand landing on your chest as she nuzzles further into your shoulder.
"Baby?" You whisper, biting your lip at the low noise she makes in response.
It's adorable, really.
She shifts again, her legs tightening around yours as you feel her press herself into your thigh. Fuck. You let your hand slowly drift across her skin, from her waist up to her chest, grateful that you both prefer to sleep nude.
Her nipples are hard. Your fingers gently grab one, pinching it softly as Wanda makes a breathy sound, her eyebrows furrowing. She responds so well to you, and you instantly want more.
You cup her breast, squeezing it as you feel yourself grow wet. Fuck, you want your strap. You want to be buried inside her, fucking her until she melts into you.
Patience. It's a long game.
You press your nose against her hair, continuing to knead her breast as she lets out small, sleepy whimpers. You inhale deeply, letting her vanilla shampoo invade your senses. She was your favorite scent, haunting your every waking moment and invading your dreams.
Safe to say, you were hooked on her. Obsessed, even.
Moving slowly, you rest her head on the pillow, positioning yourself above her. You need to taste her. You want to draw out more of those lovely whimpers, the sound only serving to make you more desperate for her.
Her hands fall limply to her sides, her fingers curling in her sleep. You grab her wrists, pulling them until they rest above her head. There. Now she was perfect, practically vulnerable, splayed out on the sheets.
"My good girl," you whisper, dragging your tongue down her sweet neck as you feel her shiver beneath you.
Wanda remains asleep, her body responding to your touch. Her back arches slightly, her hips softly humping against yours as you place gentle kisses against her skin.
You suck gently, not daring to leave a hickey. The dull pain might wake her, and you're having too much fun to risk that.
Your teeth scrape against her collarbone as you move lower, your mouth watering in anticipation. One of your favorite things is to suck on her breasts, and Wanda often strutted around the house topless in the hope that you'd do just that.
Her nipple tastes amazing, hard against your tongue as you suck gently. You take as much of her breast in your mouth as you can, your tongue circling the skin as you stimulate her. You could probably get off on this alone, but you force yourself to pull away, giving the same attention to her other breast.
You take a moment to admire her, those perfect nipples hard and covered in your saliva. They're puffy and slightly red, evidence of your stimulation. She looks perfect like this, so thoroughly debouched for you. Your perfect girl.
Your clit throbs. You need to be inside her.
Reaching across the bed, you pull open the drawer of the nightstand, wincing as the wood gently scrapes. Your fingers wrap around the strap, already attached to its harness, and you grab the bottle of lube beside it. You're sure that Wanda is wet enough to take you, but you don't want to risk her waking up.
It only takes a moment to strap the harness to yourself, the dildo gleaming wickedly in the moonlight as you stroke yourself, coating its length with lube. You position yourself between her thighs, spreading her legs as you easily manipulate her body to your satisfaction.
God. She's soaked. Her arousal clings to her, and you gently rub your finger through her folds, bringing it to your mouth and sucking eagerly. She tastes amazing, sweet, and utterly yours.
You squirt a little more lube onto the tip of your strap before gently rubbing it against her. You can see her clit harden as you gently nudge it with your strap.
"You're so good for me," you whisper, gently guiding the tip inside her. Wanda moans softly, twitching. "Such a good girl for me."
A strand of your hair falls into your eyes, and you brush it back impatiently, running a hand through it. You needed more pomade; the short strands are stubbornly soft without it, but there's no time.
You slide the strap in, taking your time. Wanda twitches slightly, her eyelids fluttering softly, but she remains asleep. You nearly groan as you bottom out, the base of your strap pressed against her. Reaching down, you apply soft pressure against her clit as you pull out.
You almost lose your composure when Wanda lets out a soft moan, her fingers curling around the pillow. Reminding yourself that you have to go slow, you thrust back into her.
There's almost no friction, your strap easily sliding back into her. You begin to thrust, slow and gentle, working her body up as she dreams. It's absolute heaven.
Wanda's skin begins to flush, creeping up her neck and making her cheeks a rosy pink shade that makes you want to fuck her harshly until she's begging you to stop. You refrain, fucking her slowly as you gently circle her clit.
"You're perfect like this," you murmur, pumping your strap deep inside her and watching her face as it contorts into an expression of pleasure. "So compliant for me, my perfect, needy girl."
Wanda's breathing grows heavier, and you can tell that she's close to waking up. She lets out a cute moan, the sound breathless and wanting, and you lose control.
Bending over, you grab her wrists harshly, smirking as her eyes fly open. Your hips move quickly, roughly fucking into her as a moan tears from her throat. Her pupils are dilated, her eyes locked on yours as you fuck into her.
"What-"
"Shut the fuck up," you growl, your tone harsh. She just nods, whimpering as you fuck her harder. She's biting her lip, trying not to make a sound.
"None of that," you command, kissing her and biting down on her bottom lip, pulling it with her teeth. "I want to hear you, baby. You were making such desperate noises in your sleep for me, don't stop now."
Wanda doesn't hold back. Her moans sound like a symphony of angels as you fuck her, desperate whimpers accompanying the beautiful noise of her wet pussy around your strap.
"I want you to cum for me, baby," you murmur, your voice gravely as you slam your hips into her.
"Yes," Wanda gasps out. "Make me cum, I need it. Fuck, you make me feel so good."
You smile, leaning down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth, biting down as you fuck her harder.
Wanda lets out a strangled gasp, her back arching as you feel her pussy clenching around your strap.
"Fuck, I'm… fuck."
"That's it, sweetheart," you murmur, loosening your bite as you suck her nipple into your mouth. "Cum for me."
Wanda cums. It's beautiful, her back arching as she moans lowly, the sound desperate and needy, music to your ears. Your clit throbs against the base of the strap, your orgasm rising as you fuck Wanda through hers.
Your hips twitch, and you rub her clit furiously as you cum. Wanda's body is trembling from the aftershocks, but you don't care. She's yours to use as you please, and she fucking loves it.
As you cum, Wanda is thrown into a second orgasm, her fingers clenched tightly around the pillow as she whimpers beneath you.
"Beautiful," you murmur, finally slowing your thrusts as your orgasm fades. You're body is warm, tingling from the afterglow of your orgasm, and you slowly slide your strap out.
Wanda smiles slowly, a blissful look on her face as she wraps her arms around your neck. Her fingers play with the short hairs on your neck, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at you.
Please write a story where the reader is dom and Wanda is a sub and the reader sucks Wanda’s breast when they get full with mīlk because of the pills the reader gave Wanda😝
THE CABIN RULE
summary: - She’s been showing up at your cabin in your old shirts, acting like it’s no big deal. Tonight, something’s different—she’s squirmy, teasing, and way too soft.
You already know what she did.
warnings: heavy dom/sub dynamics, dom reader, sub wanda maximoff, age gap (exact amount of years isn’t specified, w is 22, and reader is older), daddy (r) x bunny (w) undertones, breast worship, lactation (w), gender neutral reader - please tell me if i’ve forgotten something
an: thank you for the request!! sorry for taking so long - it’s my first time writing a story so this took quite some time 🥲 hope u enjoy!!
The first time she called you Daddy, it was accidental — or so she claimed.
“Thanks, Daddy.”
You raised an eyebrow. She didn’t flinch. Wanda’s twenty-two. Clever, restless, endlessly soft. You’re older. Steady. Quiet. Controlled in a way that makes her legs twitch and her brain melt.
She comes to your cabin most nights now, often wearing your old shirts with nothing underneath. You never invite her. She always shows up anyway.
Tonight is different.
She’s been squirming since she walked through the door, breath catching in that telltale way that says something’s up. You notice the way her chest heaves slightly more than usual — the faint weight shift beneath fabric that wasn’t there before.
You rest your hand on her lower back as she moves past you.
“You took it,” you murmur.
She freezes. Then looks back at you, biting her lip. “Mmhmm. Thought I’d surprise you.”
You hum. “You like how it feels?”
“Mhm,” she breathes. “They make them so fast-acting now. I’m already… sensitive.”
You don’t need her to explain what she means. Your eyes drop to her chest. Her nipples press softly against the thin cotton of your shirt — her shirt now, really. She practically claimed it. “You took it for me, didn’t you?” you ask, voice low.
Wanda nods slowly, coming closer. Her eyes glimmer with mischief, but there’s something else there too. Need. That undercurrent that always simmers beneath the bratty smiles and bunny energy. “You like when I get all soft for you,” she whispers.
You don’t answer. Instead, you cup her cheek, guiding her down to sit in your lap. She melts into you like she always does — legs folded on either side of you, head resting on your shoulder, hands playing with the collar of your shirt like she’s trying to undo you piece by piece.
You shift beneath her, hands running down her back, settling just above her ass.
“Do you remember our rule?” you murmur into her hair.
“Mhm.”
“Say it.”
“I don’t get to be needy…” she begins, voice soft, “…unless I ask nicely.”
“And?”
“And I say please.”
You nod, lips brushing her ear. “Good girl.”
She shudders — not from fear, but from recognition. From safety. You always let her come to you first. Her fingers toy with the hem of your shirt now, eyes wide and pleading. “Please,” she whispers. “Please touch me.”
You don’t make her ask twice.
You guide her down onto the bed, watching as she lays back willingly, arms above her head, exposing the shape of her now-pill-plump breasts beneath your shirt.
You kneel beside her. Eyes locked. One hand comes to rest on her waist, the other slowly pushing the fabric up — inch by inch — until her chest is bare and rising under your gaze.
They’re heavier now. Rounder. Full of heat and tension.
You trace the side of one breast with your thumb, gently circling closer and closer to her nipple until she arches. “So soft,” you murmur. “All this… just for me.”
“Always for you.”
You lower your head, lips brushing the underside of her breast as your hand cups the other. You suck gently — not teasing, but devoted — the way she needs.
Her moan is barely audible, but her thighs squeeze together. You let your tongue trace a slow, wet circle before biting down — not hard, just enough to ground her.
“Fuck,” she gasps.
You look up. “Language, bunny.”
“S—sorry.”
“You can use that pretty mouth for begging. Not whining.”
She whimpers as you kiss lower, one hand sliding between her thighs but not yet touching. Just resting there. Reminding her. Her hips buck, desperate for more. “Please, Daddy,” she breathes. “Please touch me. I need—”
Summary: The Halloween Disturbances separate Wanda from her wife, who, intrigued, begins to take a closer look at the anomalous activities in Westview. Or the one where you discover Westview isn't what it seems, Agatha loses her temper, and Death makes an appearance.
Warnings: (+18), there’s smut at the beginning (sub!wanda, hints of power dynamics, enchanted strap, creampie, dirty talk), mentions of magical manipulation, Westview canon compliance, agathario being agathario, dark and traditional magic, mentions of attempted magical resurrection, a lot of canon angst ‘cause why not, nothing bad ever happen to kids denial is a river | Words: 7.060k
A/N-> “Why this has an open ending, mary?” Well for start, this is a test. I’m writing a long fic that rewrites and inserts reader into westview drama and I wanted to see how further I could dive into this subject and also bring agathario angst. I liked it very very much but this work here I actually had a lot of fun writing it and i wanted to share it with everyone. I hope people tell me what they thought of it, if you all would rather have a story for the beginning with all the scenes of them together or just a story that moves forward (i haven't thought of a plot after this yet). Honestly, this is just for fun people, I hope you liked this and I hope that I someday write more about this little variation of new characters and dynamics I wrote in this one. The new series will have hybrid!reader ‘cause i’m a TVD fan and i miss that shit daily (and witches and vampires/werewolves are a match). Ps. I suck at summaries and now I just copy-paste the show's official summaries haha
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*you can read the two first "chapters" for context but it's not really necessary, to understand the story. This is pretty canon-compliant
-&-
Pietro's presence just worsens the tension between you and Wanda.
Not that he's behaving inappropriately or anything like that - his flawed personality is probably his charm.
The problem is that you had no idea Wanda had a bother in the first place. You were certain she didn’t, just two seconds before she opened that door, but by the same second she told you who that was, your mind went blank and a click of new memories was input into your brain. You could relax and pretend they were always there, and trust your wife but she must have been feeling strange about the whole thing as well, somehow sharing her hesitation through the magic that surrounded every corner and mind of that town.
That's why when Wanda came back to bed that night, she found you already asleep - or pretending to. Every instinct in your mind was telling you to run screaming, the image of your work colleague and his despairing eyes, begging for help, piercing all the new family memories you were getting now.
Children growing up years during one single evening, neighbors terrified subconsciousness, mystery brother. Things seemed to be getting out of control for Wanda as well, but she just kept saying everything was fine and you could trust her.
She didn't try to press you into a conversation, but you heard her tense sighing around the room while she changed into her nightgown.
In no time, there's a soft weight on the bed and a pull on the mattress. You feel her warmth behind you but don't move an inch.
Wanda shifts and you stop breathing when her fingers reach out for your back. Tentatively calling for your attention.
Sighting deeply, you slowly turn to face her. You don't know what you were expecting, maybe red irises that would take your doubts away. You weren't expecting to find teary eyes instead. The effect was nearly the same though - seeing Wanda crying knock down all your defenses all at once.
“Hey.” You start softly, one of your hands moving to her cheek. She leans into the touch immediately, a sad smile on her lips. “Why are you crying, darling?”
She shakes her head, and it looks like she won't explain further when suddenly, she sobs. “I can't believe he's really here.”
Wanda looks so vulnerable but you're so confused. You don't stop your caress on her cheek but you stare at her in doubt. “Oh darling, tell me what's wrong? Didn't you two get along?”
Wanda chuckles sadly. Your words are not meant to be anything but curious and reassuring of her feelings but they pierce her heart nonetheless. The fact that this version of you has no idea of how much she lost, and didn't even know who Pietro was until tonight makes her feel so wrong about everything.
“We did. He, hm…” She dries her own tears when evading your touch. To lie to your face, she needs physical distance not just emotional. “We grew apart, that's all. It's really nice to have my brother around again.” She turns away, to gaze at the ceiling but you frown at the sudden change of behavior. Wondering what you might have said to upset her, you swallow as Wanda yaws. “Today was just a lot. Let’s just sleep, okay?”
Wanda turns her back to you without another word but less than a minute later, you hear her trying to shuffle her crying.
You don't ask her any questions as you adjust to hold her, feeling her body tensing before relaxing completely.
There will be time for questions tomorrow. Right now, you just hold your wife while she cries herself to sleep, hoping she knows in her heart you'll be there for her.
-&-
Pietro Maximoff could be a bit inconvenient. But so could be Agnes, the nosy neighbor who seemed to share a special affection for Wanda's twin.
You couldn't really decide which one of them was the most cheeky.
With the daily routine falling into place again, you wanted to believe things were getting better but in fact, they weren't. That whole “foggy mind” sensation never left you, and you had the strong impression that the whole two weeks of Pietro sleeping on the couch and every other routine memory with the boys, Wanda and occasionally Agnes around the round was somehow implemented into your head during your sleep. It just didin’t feel like weeks had passed, but somehow everybody was acting like it did.
Without any proof to that, however, you found yourself staring at a colorful outfit in your shared closet.
Wanda got up early - She has been quite evasive about your agony. And her lack of interest just makes you more anxious.
But by the time you were ready to face another day, she was already dressed up in her red costume, looking way too pretty for someone you were supposed to be mad with.
“Hey darling good morning. Your outfit is right there, I'm gonna check if the boys are ready.” She spoke very quickly, hands busy with the last adjustments of her hair. But her little crown was slightly misplaced and you moved to her way before she could bypass you and leave the room. “What are you…?”
Without a word, your hands move to fix her appearance. Wanda stays put, eyes scanning your face as if searching for a hidden meaning behind your actions, and at the slight feeling of her presence in your mind, you chuckle.
“Is this what you do now?” You question and Wanda's cheeks grow red with shame. “Little peaks whenever you don't feel like talking to your wife?”
She gasps slightly at the accusation. But you're staring at her with anything but teasing behind your eyes and Wanda lifts her chin.
“I don't want us to fight.” She declares but she doesn't move away from your touch so you don't give her space either.
“Fight? You barely pay me a glance.”
“That is not true!” She defends herself immediately but you chuckle dry.
“How come is Halloween already? I could swear it was summer. Didn't we go to the local club just a couple of days ago?”
Wanda holds your wrist, moving your hand away from her red crown.
“Could you just behave? Today, at the boy's first Halloween? Please.”
She was not only diverting the whole situation guilty towards you but also ignoring your questions.
When Wanda decided that behaving so toxic towards you was acceptable you don't know.
What you know is that she needed to be reminded of a few important things.
“I'm afraid that your bother is having a terrible influence on me, darling.” You start, freeing your hand from her grip only to move both to her waist. She swallows hard but keeps an indifferent expression. “I'll be up to mischief all evening.”
She frowns, even if by instinct her hands find your shoulders to correspond to your touch, she looks tense.
“What… You're not sticking around for your son's first Halloween?”
You chuckle at her choice of words. Nowadays, every time you want to question something, Wanda goes for emotional appeal.
“Is it? They are already ten. I'm certain we must have taken them to pick up candy at some point. It would be odd if we haven't.”
Wanda narrows her eyes at you. So this is how you gonna play this game - by taunting her on everything that was weird about Westview, trying to see her crack on her indifference.
She takes a deep breath, fingers adjusting your pajama’s collar.
“You're trying to get a reaction out of me. I'm sorry, but I already said we're not fighting today. If you can't skip work, I'm taking the boys with their uncle.”
“As you wish, darling.” You retry with the same serious tone.
Wanda stares back. And there's a pause and another.
Then, a pull on her waist to bring her hard towards your chest. Wanda barely has time to blush or choke on her breathing when your lips meet her in an intense kiss.
She moans against her will into your tongue, her body melting as your hands squeeze her waist, that doesn't help her regain her posture one bit.
She feels her back hit the shelf when you push forward to press her against it, but that only makes her kiss you harder, the affected sighs during the kiss only making you crazier.
Your hands start to wander, and the bedroom door locks by itself, a spell of noise filling the wood as well. As your kisses go down her jaw, her trembling fingers try to undo the knot of your pajama pants. She ends up failing in the activity when you start biting a sensitive spot behind her ear, your teeth scraping the way down, and Wanda wonders if she should cause more fights to have such a mind-blowing turn-on like this; she feels like if you don't fuck her now she might combust.
She only realizes she's started begging because you give a sadistic giggle, which makes her cheeks burn.
"I might not let you leave the room, Wands." You tease, and she has trouble even understanding what you're saying because you've lowered your fingers to where she's already started leaking beyond her costume. "Making those delicious sounds, and dressed like that. I don't want to let you go."
She forces her mouth to work, even though she's first letting out a little squeal when she feels your palm press against her covered pussy. "I'll be quick." She replies hoarsely, and you raise an eyebrow at the double meaning. She chuckles weakly, sighing. "You won't even have time to miss me."
You hum absently, looking down. One of your hands caresses her ass and then her thigh, smoothing her pantyhose. Your fingers tease her intimacy, bringing the moisture she can't contain, and making her knees buckle. When Wanda shudders, in that sexy way she always does every time her orgasm is building properly, you sigh.
"Sorry, honey, I really need to touch you." It's your only warning, and Wanda wants to pretend she doesn't like it when you rip her costume at the bottom, but she ends up rewarding you with a new wave of wetness running down her thighs.
You kiss her again as your fingers find her entrance, but Wanda has trouble even standing, let alone kissing you back when you’re touching her like this. Your fingers tease her hot entrance before you push two digits inside without ceremony, grunting at the warmth and the way she squeezes you. Wanda sighs contentedly and resists the instinct to close her eyes to meet your gaze. She holds on as you rest one hand behind her on the shelf, and adjust the angle of the other, going deeper inside her. It’s almost a challenge as your thrusts start to get more determined and harder and she has to grip your shoulders to stay upright, biting her lip to muffle the sounds that tear from her throat.
The climax builds so quickly, she might be embarrassed if you weren’t her wife, and you know her body so well. Just adjust the angle, press her clitoris with your thumb, and Wanda arches and comes hard, keeping herself standing only by holding on to your shoulders, while all the lights in the room flicker and the place shakes as much as your body.
You have a satisfied little smile on your face as she tries to stop shaking, and she can't hold back her moan when you remove your fingers from inside her only to suck them clean one by one.
You kiss her again as soon as you finish, and Wanda finds it so dirty and sexy that she starts scratching your belly, ready for another. You break off with a giggle.
"Weren't you the one in a hurry?" You tease, your pants loosening as Wanda starts to feel around you, pulling the item down with some urgency.
"Weren't you the one who wouldn't let me get out of bed?" She responds aroused, managing to make you giggle before pressing your hips together, her firm hands squeezing your ass.
When she kisses you next, sucking on your tongue, you grunt. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, Wands." You break the kiss, manhandling her back to the bed, and standing behind her. "You're gonna get on all fours and watch yourself get fucked like the slutty housewife you love to be. Come on, Wanda." A slap to her ass has her whimpering on shaking limbs until she finally exposes herself to you. The mirror in the corner of the room is ignored, but you force her face up, and she stares at the sight that leaves her dripping.
It doesn't surprise her to feel the hardness against her entrance, but it makes her break into a deep moan. The toy conjured in your pants that are still hanging at your knees slides in easily, and you both grunt at the sensation of the enchanted cock filling her up. Your first thrust is the only gentle one. Your hands grip her hips and then her hair, and Wanda is transformed into a pathetic mess of begging and moaning as you begin to fuck into her hard, the bed rocking with your movements.
You grunt between thrusts how much you love her. How much you love filling her, how much you love the way she sounds and feels. How much you want to fuck another baby into her.
Wanda comes without warning, her hands gripping the sheets in desperation, her body giving in to the climax as she cries loudly into the bed. You don't stop your movements, the creamy slickness making a dirty sound that makes you curse softly and Wanda blush deeply. She grunts at the overstimulation, but her hips move in time with yours.
You tell her that you're going to come, your thrusts becoming more frantic and uncoordinated, and she keeps her gaze on your reflection, watching with adoration the way your body moves against hers, your face contorted with pleasure as she barely manages to stay on her own limbs. When you come inside, the sensation is too delirious to begin with, so Wanda follows your climax, moaning as your body falls on top of hers, holding her to the bed as you pour yourself inside her.
But as your breathing calms and the arousal has subsided to deep intimacy, you sigh and pull out of her, throwing yourself next to her on the bed. Wanda frowns at the change in your energy and looks at you curiously.
"We can't end all fights like this," you murmur, and she raises an eyebrow.
"Can't we?"
But despite your dry chuckle, there's no joy in your eyes. It makes Wanda feel like the worst person in the world, even after what was probably the best sex she's had in a long time.
"I'm gonna go change. I promise I won't ruin anything for you today." You say, and she wants to pull you back and tell you that you never ruin anything, that this is all for, but none of that comes out.
She just stands there in silence, until she remembers everything she had planned for today with the noise downstairs.
She's already fixed her costume and tidied the room when you come back with a towel slung over your shoulders.
“I…” But the boys running and fighting with their uncle downstairs make Wanda sigh. She offers you a lingering glance once she touches the doorknob. “I love you, Y/N. Never forget, alright?”
You give her a lopsided smile. “Don't start or I'm gonna kiss you again.”
She smiles and leaves without saying anything else. You don't know how her heart ached at the fact you didn't say it back.
-&-
The further you went, the less habited Westview became.
The realization gives you chills, and as the city turns into this creepy empty scenario, you start to consider giving up your little investigation and just go back to your lovely wife and children.
It's the neighbor's parked car at Ellis Avenue that makes you sigh determined.
You're surprised to find Agnes having a drink inside. The small bottle has an insight that looks strangely familiar to you but you can't put your heart on that. And you're busy speaking:
“Goodnight, Agnes, is everything alright?” You greet but upon your sudden arrival, she chuckles ironically.
Not even bothering to hide away the bottle that has something so strong that you can smell the alcohol from afar, she leans into the window to get a better look at you.
“And what are you doing here, sugar?”
Her attitude chocks you. Not only that but something about the ascent also makes you frown. But you decide to play along because things are weird enough those days.
“Hm, I was just going for a walk.”
Agnes lifts an eyebrow at you. “Oh, does she know you're out?”
You know immediately she's talking about Wanda but you have no clue what that means. So you swallow drily and stare at the older woman.
“Yeah, I… I tell my wife everything.”
Agnes giggles wickedly. “Is that what you believe? Truly? How lovely.”
“Agnes, I don't understand -”
“Stop this act for once!” She cuts off angrily, opens the door, and almost hits you in the process. You step back so she can get out of the vehicle, and she hits the door a second time. “I'm Agatha! We know each other! Stop this foolish act for once!”
You frown and shake your head confusedly. “Of course we know each other, you're my neighbor-”
She groans impatiently, giving your shoulders a hard push. “Do you know how worried I was when you disappeared? Do you even care?”
“Agnes, I don't-”
“When you said you wanted to do the right thing, I let you. I gave you the space you wanted. When you said you would play superhero with those lunatics, I said okay, do one crazy thing this century, we all have our phases.” She continues to vent, without caring about your confusion. “But then you were gone! They brought everybody back except you. There was a whole fucking memorial you know? And I thought, fuck that stupid asshole finally got what she was looking for. And yeah I took your body from those shitty agents like you made me swear I would do if you were ever treated like a lab rat, but then I came here for a job and here you are! Playing housewife with that witch as if nothing bad happened ever happened!”
You interrupt her: “What bad thing happened?”
“You died, your idiot!” She screams back, stealing the air from your lungs. But she sighs to keep her composure and then chuckles humorlessly. “Or at least that's what the news said, right?” She retorts, her eyes shining lit. You don't know if it's the tears or the challenge behind her iris. “What is this anyways, Y/N? Where even are you right now? Do you know? Does she?”
You step back, your heart racing in your chest. “None of this makes any sense. You're clearly disoriented, and I'm sorry but I can't deal with this right now.” You practically run away from her, but Agnes - or Agatha at this point you're not sure of anything anymore - stops following you. She shakes her head in disbelief and takes the small bottle from her pocket again. With a long gulp, it looks like she drinks all of it before turning back to her car.
You just keep moving.
The Avenue limit is in front of you, and you don't have to make much of an effort to realize there's so short of energy there. Like a wall right in front of you.
Taking a deep breath, you raise your hand to the border moving forward with your fingers.
The second you're out, Westview disappears.
-&-
Before.
When Agatha Harkness decided her apprentice was ready for a real mission, she expected the witch she chose to spare instead of sacrifice once, to go for something simple, like killing a dragon or exploring a different realm.
She was not expecting an infinity stone.
“It's stupidly dangerous.” She said when you suggested but you didn't lose your posture.
“And when are we doing things that aren't dangerous?” Your argument started there just before you listed how inconvenient it would be if Hydra learned how to manipulate the stones for the actual magical community. Teasing Agatha by saying you might ask the Kamar Taj Mages for the same mission was the main reason she agreed with this.
In no time, you're heading off to a little place called Sokovia. Alone for your first mission, you didn't call for help when you got captured because that would be too humiliating. It was your first mission without Agatha, you could handle Hydra and their weird science.
You could handle their experiments and torture in search of truth. You could handle an infinity stone being carved into your skin as they tried to study the magic from your veins. If there was something that Agatha taught was that you should never fear power, no matter what, you should take it. And so you did.
Agatha was supposed to be proud - You did not only succeed in your mission when you interrupted the experiments by stealing the stone from Hydra to give it to the Avengers (who were not supposed to do the same with it to be clear), but you were also much more powerful than any witches your age and beyond due to the experiments. But instead of being proud, Agatha got jealous. She was worried too, but mostly jealous. It's just who she was after all - the most ambitious person you ever met. And having her apprentice overcome her power in one mission didn't make her feel very good about herself.
After the fight that escalated with this jealousy, you two departed for years. You became an Avenger, and Agatha kept doing what she did best. The stone craved at Vision’s head kept whispering fears into his mind until finally, the mad Titan came to Earth to retract what he believed belonged to him and kill anyone who stayed in his way.
You were given a proper and public funeral organized by Natasha Romanoff, so Agatha knew you were gone. She saw the news, then she visited the grave.
The Avengers didn't know the old ways of witchcraft, so she felt she was in her right to steal your body without giving any explanation. Leaving an empty and destroyed grave behind. It was not the witch community problem that a new tension surfaces with that, whispers of government organizations or criminals wishing to have your body for their own experiments. The talk of men was of little importance for a 300-year-old witch anyway.
Five years came and a flick of fingers brought everybody back from the dead. All but you.
Agatha had your body magically preserved - untouched by the lady of death as one last favor from Rio - she made sure you were buried in her family land as well.
You must rest with your kind she would say.
But everything changed one afternoon. She felt a powerful magic emission from afar and left her property. Unaware that you heard the same calling.
The connection you held with the witch calling whatever was deeper than the dark roots of that cursed magical ground your body was buried in.
The stone that was used to amplify Wanda's and your powers created a magical bond between you two that not even death could break. That, and well, you loved each other very deeply. The second her heart screamed your name during the Creation of Westview, you moved to her.
Your poor stitched body couldn't do the travel - the fight with the Titan weakened your flesh to its limit. You crawled into the Harkness Residence while its owner flayed to answer the magical calling before you could.
The only way you were able to reach for Wanda was with your mind. The preserved connection of the stone to yours and her power brought your conscience all the way to Westview but weakened by the distance and your wife's grief, all memories were gone.
You were there, but not really.
And while Agatha's employees woke up and freaked out about a body in the living room, your Hex version and her were locked inside Westview, following up fantasies for what felt like a lifetime but in reality barely a week had passed.
That until of course, you stepped outside.
The first person you see is Darcy Lewis. But she's nothing like you remember her.
Just like everybody around, she had circus outfits and even some handcuffs and chains around her that made you frown.
Getting up from the ground you didn't even realize you fell into, you take a moment to clean up the amount of dirt from your clothes.
“Darcy, is that really you?”
The brunette let out a nervous laugh. “I'm sorry, am I the only one who saw this woman appearing out of nowhere? Hello, guys? Okay, I'm out of here.” She moves away nervously but you stumble behind her.
“Wait, Darcy, is me-”
“Get away from me, stranger!” Darcy shouts back, almost running but you focus on using your abilities. It's painful, as if your mind and body - and the Westview version of yourself are - getting used to magic again, so when you teleport to her way, your knees give up and Darcy is kind enough not to let you fall to the ground. “What the hell was that?”
You balance yourself with her help. “Darcy is me. How can you not remember me?”
“Sorry, I'm not good with names.”
You chuckle weakly. “Not even Jane Foster? Or Thor?” She blinks, suddenly more uncomfortable than before. When she hesitates, you reach for her head. The magical subjugation is forced away by your magic and Darcy gasps in chock.
“Oh my god, is really you is it, Y/N?” She finally recognized you, her memories coming back to her at high speed. You sigh in relief, moving closer to free her from her chains. You hug her back as her arms lock around you tightly. “I knew they were wrong when they said you were gone.”
You break the embrace to give her a small smile. “Well, about that…”
You had to tell the story very quickly; your goal was to get back to the city, to your wife. Who needs to explain to you how the hell you were here and not buried in New York. If Wanda wouldn't talk, Agatha would have to do it.
Darcy, fortunately, managed to get a car.
"[...] do you really think she resurrected me?"
Darcy shrugs, she's driving and even though she's not a witch, she seems to take the whole story very seriously.
"Look, it's like I told you, SWORD called all kinds of experts to this place. No one really knows what the Hex is made of, much less how you're here. But what we do know is that your body was stolen about three weeks ago, and no one has been able to locate you anymore."
You imagine how Wanda would have done it, and the image of her digging your grave and dragging your body through the city gives you chills. But it also has nothing to do with Wanda, and makes you sigh wearily.
"I don't know, Darcy. It doesn't sound like anything she would do."
The woman with the glasses forces a sad smile at you. "Grief is a strange feeling, my friend. We often do surprising things."
There's a pause, but when Darcy speaks again after a whistle, her tone is much lighter than before.
"Now, talking about your body, are you sure you don't feel... you know, physical?"
You laugh, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. "It's hard to explain. I don't think I would notice if I weren't a witch, and well the spell is strong and capable of fooling everyone here. But I can feel that I'm not complete." You try to explain. "I only noticed when I left the Hex. It was like a tug, behind my head, as if my mind is the only physician thing here somehow. I don't know how Wanda brought me back, but I have a few guesses. A lot of them involve necromancy, but I don't know where she would have learned that. Although, the presence of a friend here in the Hex gave me some pointers."
Darcy frowns. "Friend? Who?"
She has to brake suddenly, because there's a sheep crossing in the way. It's your turn to grimace.
"What the hell...?" The herd lingers and then gives way to children crossing the street and an old lady with walking sticks.
Wanda is keeping you away. But why?
"She's doing this, Darcy." You mutter irritably, looking out the window at the next distraction on the road - roadworks - before unbuckling your seatbelt. "This is ridiculous. I am dead, and my wife would rather arrest me on the road than talk about it. We'll meet downtown, Darcy. And thank you for coming here to help Wanda." You get out of the car before your friend can protest, and fly away without waiting for anything else.
It's time to have a grown-up talk about things.
-&-
Your sudden departure, although short, was enough for your physical body to gain the little vigor it needed.
Just enough to call the only person who could help you in this state.
Agatha had few trusted employees, but they all liked you. Worried and attentive to every movement, to every weak breath of yours, while they stitched and healed your body, they heard you whisper the name that had not been pronounced under this roof for hundreds of years.
“Rio Vidal.”
Harkness Mansion grew cold at once, and the employees shrank in fear but also lowered their gazes in respect for the personification of death that had just appeared at the entrance.
Rio walked unhurriedly to the stone bench where your body rested. She touched your face and hoped you had some strength to open your eyes.
Completely white irises stared back at her. An empty, soulless cocoon.
"Poor child." The woman whispered, tracing your cheek carefully. "Agatha never learns."
She made to move away, but you managed to move your hand to hers. "Help me." The mansion's servants left the two of you alone, but Rio didn't care if she had an audience or not. She sighed sadly, her free hand resting above your ribcage.
"Agatha asked me not to take your body, but this is inhumane. You're suffering, Y/N." You shake your head, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Rio looks at you in confusion and insists: "Of course you are, child, look at you. You're empty. You're not even here anymore." Your fingers intertwine with hers in desperation. "We..West...view."
You struggle to get the words out, until finally, Rio understands.
"Westview is a town in New Jersey. That's where Agatha anchored the preservation spell, isn't it? Tell me where. I'll set you free."
You shake your head and your words change. "Wanda."
The woman frowns. "Wanda? Your wife? What does she have to do with...-"
One of the servants comes back into the room, a newspaper in hand. He seems too scared to interfere, but he still manages to hand the item to Rio.
When she reads the headline about Westview and a mysterious Hex that has quarantined the town, she laughs in disbelief.
She comes back to you only to pull you up in a sitting position, ignoring your grunts of pain.
"Our wives are insane, honey. Get up, let's clean up their mess."
It's a quick trip with Rio's skills, of course.
And you arrive for a very ugly fight, which your body certainly couldn't handle. That's why Rio keeps you both hidden, watching from a distance.
Agatha - as always - takes impulsive actions and this time, she can't win.
In any other situation, Rio would have intervened on her wife's behalf. This time, having to help your body stand up, prevented from decaying by spells because Agatha refused to let you die, she doesn't do it. She just watches Wanda take her power.
After so many centuries of watching Agatha do the same to other witches, it's definitely an interesting scene.
The limit is drawing in imprisoning her. That Rio can't allow.
"May I interrupt, ladies?"
Rio's sudden appearance makes Wanda go on alert and prepare for a fight. But her entire posture collapses when she locks eyes with you.
With a sob, Wanda calls your name and then runs to meet you.
You have trouble staying upright with the hug but you don't dare complain.
Billy and Tommy look at the scene with confused faces, and it is Billy who whispers his version of Hex:
"Why is mom hugging that zombie?"
You laugh softly, ruffling your two children's hair. Wanda is crying, unable to let go of your body, and you sigh tiredly. You feel the tug coming from there, but you have no idea how to regain a physical form. The connection seems impossible.
Agatha starts to cause a commotion with her ex-wife.
"You're so irresponsible, I told you a million times that breaking the natural order of things is impossible, and it's temporary. You don't listen, and you don't learn!" Rio accuses, trying to reach Agatha who is running away from her until she reaches your Hex version.
"Here’s the proof that it's not impossible!" Agatha retorts in despair, ignoring the looks in her direction. "Look at her! She lives! It's her soul! Wanda brought her back. She could-"
"Agatha." Rio cuts her off, tears in her eyes for the first time. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. And when she speaks again, her voice is much softer than before. "Not him, okay?"
And the witch who is holding your shoulders tightly, sniffs softly, trying to hide her own emotions. "Why? Why can't you give me the only thing I want?"
Rio swallows hard. "He found peace, Agatha. There is no return for his soul. Y/N is still here because you imprisoned her. And Wanda was able to call her back. And now." She gestures to your two versions and your wife. "It's time for goodbyes."
Wanda didn't want to let go of you, but you gave her a reassuring smile.
Your physical body couldn't speak, and she noticed it immediately. She touched your cheeks and stared into your completely white, lifeless eyes.
"I'm sorry for doing this to you." She whispers, sniffing softly. "I'm going to let you go."
The boys don't listen, having been taken away from the confusion by Monica as soon as Agatha and Rio start arguing. And Wanda needs to leave your body with Lady Death, even if it breaks her heart into a thousand pieces.
"Will you take care of her?" She asks, swallowing the urge to cry again. She looks at Agatha, sulking in a corner as if she would also start crying at any moment, and sighs. "Of the two of them?"
Rio nods and looks at Wanda curiously. "We'll meet again, Wanda Maximoff. I'm at the end of all journeys."
The younger witch can't smile back, she just looks at Rio with such deep sadness that it makes the entity regret having been present in so many moments of Wanda's life.
With one last look at your body, the Scarlet Witch joins her family from the Hex, and leaves towards their house, while the magic fades in the sky and around everyone.
-&-
You turned on the lamp just as Wanda had turned off the opposite one, and she smiled as she looked at you.
The boys were sleeping upstairs, and from the window, you could see the Hex closing.
"Sorry, I remembered..." You start awkwardly, out of breath. "That it's bad luck to say goodnight in the dark."
Wanda smiles, approaching in small steps. "Is that so?"
You nod, your hands in your pockets because you don't know what to do with them. You didn't know what to do with anything.
"It's the name of a song, isn't it? One of the many you used to listen to in the Avengers Tower."
Your wife sighs, giving you a sad, almost guilty smile. She's finally close enough to touch.
"I'm sorry about your memories." She asks softly, her hands moving to your wrists. So that you take your hands out of your pockets, and place them where they belong. Around her. "I would have told you the truth from the beginning, but I didn't know-"
She trails off when instead of wrapping your arms around her waist, one of your hands reaches for her cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that makes her melt and gasp.
Wanda can't do this. She can't. She doesn't want to say goodbye, and she can't say goodbye to you again.
"I'm so sorry for making you cry." That's what you say, which just makes her break down into a sob. You give her a tearful smile, your other hand also reaching for her face, to hold her tenderly. "You, Wanda Maximoff, are by far the best thing that has happened to me in 345 years on this earth. The fact that I get to die knowing that I was loved not just by anyone, by you, is the epitome of a fulfilled life.” You say, caressing her skin with your thumb. You take a deep sigh, as your wife tries to hold your hands in her face. “I love you, Wanda.”
“Please.” She cries, falling into your embrace when you move your hands away. She holds you as tight as she can, but she can feel the fading of the spell. “Please come back to me.”
With all your heart, you wished to fulfill her request. And with the end of Hex, the last sensation you felt was Wanda's embrace, and her tears wetting your shirt.
It made all the sense that you woke up with a jump, calling her name.
The place you were in looked nothing like Westview or any place you had been in years.
But it wasn't completely unfamiliar. It looked a lot like a forested area you hadn't been in since the last century.
And the little boy picking flowers near the river where you emerged from took all the air from your lungs.
Little Nicholas Schatch looked back as if he had guessed you were awake.
"Hi, Aunt Y/N."
You gasped with excitement, sitting up. He came closer and didn't complain when you pulled him into a tight hug. Even though you came from the water, your clothes were not wet.
"Hi, Nicky." You cried, holding him until he laughed at the tightness and tried to escape the grip. "Look at you, boy. You look so handsome, so grown up."
It had been so long since you had seen him since you had helped Agatha bury him. He didn't seem to have aged a day, but he had looked so small when he passed, that you had the impression he had grown. "It's so good to see you again, dear." Nick smiled, sitting down next to you on the dry grass.
"You didn't bring Mama with you." You give him a sad smile, shaking your head.
"I'm sorry, little prince, your mama isn't ready yet." He nods in understanding, upset but not insisting. You look around, recognizing that scene, the cabin in the background, the river. You sigh before looking at Nicholas again. "Where's your other mother?" He shrugs, gathering the flowers in his lap. You realize he bound them together with magic, not with knots. You frown, touching his hands. "Can you do magic now, little prince?" He nods, smiling.
"My mother taught me." You stare at him in surprise and then look around again.
"Where are we, Nicky? Do you know?" He gives a confused laugh.
"Home, Aunt Y/N, of course."
You accept the flower necklace he made for you but don’t get up when he walks away back to the lake.
“Nicky.” You call after a moment of thought. He hums, signaling that he’s listening. “Did anyone else come with me? Two other little boys?”
He doesn’t look up from the new necklace he’s making. “No, Aunt Y/N. My mother said Billy and Tommy ran away.”
Your stomach drops. You choke. “W-what… Ran away? Where?”
He shrugs and finally looks at you again.
"She doesn’t know, Auntie. But my mother keeps me here safe, away from the disease. She said she could keep you and Billy and Tommy too. But she needs to find them first."
You freeze and try to hide your reaction from your step-nephew. He gives you a smile before going back to playing, and you force your body to work and stand up.
You take one last look at him before heading towards the cabin, and as soon as you arrive, you realize that it is exactly as you remembered, how you visited Agatha and Rio for decades before Nicky was born - when their life was calm, happy, and peaceful.
Everything that time has erased, photos, paintings, and furniture are fully preserved here. You lean against the walls until you sit in one of the empty chairs at the table.
You notice the pots of food and frown.
Since when do the dead need to eat?
Raising your hand in the air, your first attempt is a simple conjuration. Anything, even a spark. And you end up having to suppress the grunt of pain as you try. Nothing.
Maybe the passage took away all your magic, or maybe it was the river’s doing. Either way, you're dry.
You look through the half-open door at the child playing in the river and bite the inside of your cheek. Your fingers find the flower necklace in your pocket, and even faintly, you feel the magic in them.
Well, a few dozen more, and you'd have enough to get you home.
Sub Milf Wanda interviewing for her first job since before the twins, and you who’s been psyching her up for it because she’s so nervous!
She’d definitely fidget, lots of hand movements and her accent would come out strong. And after you’d make sure to show her just how fantastic she did.
hmm subby emo wanda who’s only soft for her bsf 🤔🤔 do what u will w that lol idk
OH ! oh… oh i think this was meant to be sfw but what if i happened to say…
18+ below !
subby!emo!wanda being so naive… so pure n clueless even regardless of her hard exterior and persona she’d put on in front of everybody else… convincing them she’s all tough n experienced in topics which really she has no clue about. trusting you — her best (and only) friend so much that she’s unafraid to ask all the questions she doesn’t have the answers to.
asking you why she wakes up some mornings feeling all achy between her legs, begging you for an answer on how to relieve it and why she can’t. n when you ask her what she dreamt about, feigning inquisitive, she can’t help but slip up and tell you about the wet dream she had — the one about you. she’s speaking with such confidence, big, doe-eyes blinking rapidly as her cheeks flush at the recollection of events while she’s explaining it.
when you order her to spread her legs n move her panties to the side so you can 'see what she means,' covering such corruptive words with; "so i can help," she does so immediately, devoting you so much surety and love that she pridefully exposes her poor puffy, pink folds to you, swallowing thickly at the groan you let out at the sight.
nodding along with utter compliance as you instruct her to bring a hand down and touch herself, letting out a tiny squeak when you rather roughly shove your hand up her shirt to grope at her breasts, pinching her pebbled nipple between two fingers. wrapping a hand around her wrist to guide the pad of her index finger to her clit, feeling her grip tighten around you when she finally applies pressure, hips jerking due to the sensitivity.
"feels so weird…" she’d whine out before quickly being silenced by the palm of your hand, obeying as you instruct her to draw circles around the swollen bud, head limply falling so your foreheads are pressed together. you bask in her tiny, muffled mewls as you corrupt her into rubbing her clit skilfully, smirking cruelly as you further explain to her that if she ever felt hot and sticky like this again, she wasn’t allowed to mimic these actions in the future, only find you for help. she could only nod dumbly at the wicked set of rules put in place, especially after you’d just taught her how to masturbate correctly, squirming at the all-new sensation as she begins to hump her hand, hips chasing the pressure, much to her curiosity.
you grin. “look at you, wands. humping your hand like a fuckin’ dog.” your words only spurring her on to move faster, squeezing her eyes shut as her jaw drops, eyebrows knitted together. “you’d be pretty as my little bitch,” your degrading tone sending her over the edge - taking a mental note to remember that in the future - whimpering as she let go. patting wanda’s inner thigh after she came, pressing kisses to her temple as she thanks you with gratitude for being such a good friend.
thinking about wanda begging to sit on dom bfs face has me in spirals 😩
long time no see 🫣
“you think you deserve it, wanda?” … you’d definitely have to tease her and make her truly desperate for it before you give her what she wants.
and her natural pout would only deepen as tears brim her eyes and she trembles with genuine unbridled want. “i’ve been so good for you — your good girl,” she’d whine. “don’t you wanna taste me,” she murmurs, lips ghosting against yours as her eyes close at the feeling.
you grin against her lips, laying back so that she was straddling you. “you beg so nicely, love.” you tell her, hands gripping at her waist. “come sit on my face pretty girl,” you grant her permission and the dark gleam that shines in her eyes is dangerous.
Warnings: nsfw, fingering and oral (w reviving), sex in a church, idk what more to add ¿
Word count: 2k
A/n: So this is my first fic ever! So I apologize for some mistakes that I may have made and also English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there’s some grammatical errors!
That’s all enjoy! Love u all and thanks for u support 🫶
Secret desire
The morning sun filtered through the barred windows of Wanda's small attic room, illuminating her pale and drawn face. She knelt on the hard wooden floor in prayer, rosary beads clutched tightly in her hands. Her slender frame creaked as she bowed her head, brunette hair falling around her face. Despite hours of prayer, Wanda could still feel the sinful heat pooling in her core, an ache she desperately sought to extinguish.
With a sigh, Wanda rose and walked to the small mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection gazed back at her, wide green eyes full of shame in a delicate face. She was dressed conservatively as always, plaid skirt brushing her knees, white blouse buttoned up to her neck and stockings covering her legs. The chastity belt and bra her parents had locked her in at 13 were uncomfortably tight beneath her clothes, a constant reminder of her wickedness.
The old clock in the hall chimed, signaling it was time for another meeting with the head priest. He was all that stood between her and eternal damnation, his guidance the only thing preventing her from succumbing fully to sin. Wanda entered the empty church, dipping her fingers in the font of holy water and crossing herself before approaching the confessional. Heart pounding, she entered the small booth, kneeling in the darkness. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she began hesitantly, hoping the torments of her mind and body would find release at last under her priest's absolution.
“And what have you done exactly sister?” Y/n answers curios about Wanda, since she has never sinned before and she was as innocent as an angel ~so she thought~.
Wanda's voice shook as she whispers her confession into the grate, unable to meet Y/n’s gaze directly. "Father, I...I have been struggling with impure thoughts and desires that plague my soul day and night. No matter how hard I pray or seek penance, they persist, filling me with shame and guilt. I fear I am too weak to resist their temptations and may one day fall completely into sin."
Y/n is shocked by Wanda’s confession and with a wicked smile decided to take advantage of this unique opportunity and asks again “And what have been those temptations exactly?”.
Wanda hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes...sometimes I imagine what it would be like to break free from these restraints and explore my own desires without fear or judgment. To experience physical pleasure without the burden of guilt weighing down my spirit."
Y/n smiles at Wanda’s response and decider to push further “And what do you imagine exactly?”.
Wanda bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggles to maintain composure. "I...I imagine being touched intimately by someone I trust and care for deeply. Feeling their hands on my skin, their lips pressing against mine in a tender kiss. I long for the freedom to express my love openly without fear of condemnation or rejection."
A whimper scapes Y/n’s mouth as she hears Wanda’s confession, intrigued by her she decides to push further “And who’s that person?”.
Wanda’s breath caught in her throat as she considers revealing her secret desire. "It's...it's a friend I've known for some time now, Father. Someone who has shown me kindness and compassion when I needed it most. I can't help but feel drawn to them, despite knowing our relationship is forbidden by our faith."
Y/n new who she was referring to and has to hide a smile that came along with the thought of Wanda thinking of her “And why is it forbidden?”.
Wanda hangs her head in shame, feeling the weight of her sin bearing down on her shoulders. "Because our faith teaches us that all forms of sexual expression are sinful, even within the context of a loving relationship. We are meant to deny ourselves such earthly pleasures and focus solely on our spiritual connection to God."
“I see” Y/n simply responds to Wanda’s confession trying to organize their thoughts about this situation.
Wanda nods solemnly, her eyes cast downwards in submission. "I know it's wrong, father. That's why I've tried so hard to purge these thoughts and desires from my heart. But no matter how hard I pray or fast, they keep coming back, tormenting me relentlessly.
“And what thoughts are they? What is she doing to you in that little minds of yours?” Y/n answers with a hidden smile on her lips, trying to tease Wanda and see how dirty her thoughts are, despite of being a sweet innocent girl.
Wanda’s cheeks flushes a deep red as she confesses her most shameful fantasies. "I...I imagine her touching me intimately, exploring every inch of my body with her hands and mouth. I feel her warmth against my skin, her breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. I long for her to take me fully, to possess me completely and show me just how much she desires me."
“Mmmh” Y/n hummed as her only thought is the confession that Wanda just made. Y/n stood up from her seat to gets closer to where Wanda is seating.
Wanda looked up at Y/n with pleading eyes, hoping for understanding and forgiveness. "I know these thoughts are wicked and sinful, Y/n. They make me feel dirty and unworthy of God's love. But I can't help but crave the touch of another human being, even if it means damning my soul to hellfire forever."
“I understand Wanda, it’s normal to crave for the touch of someone, even if they the bible says not to” Y/n says sincerely at Wanda and looking down at her with understanding and comforting eyes.
Wanda breaths a sigh of relief, grateful for Y/n’s empathy and support. "Thank you, Y/n. It means so much to me to have someone who doesn't judge me harshly for my weaknesses and failures. Your kindness helps me hold onto hope that one day, with God's grace and mercy, I may find true peace and acceptance within myself."
“Mmhm do you want me to help you with that sister?” Y/n smirks mischievously looking down at Wanda innocent -or not so inocente after all- form.
Wanda’s eyes widens in surprise, unsure of what to make of Y/n’s sudden offer. "W-what do you mean, Y/n?" she asks hesitantly.
“I think you know exactly what I mean sister Wanda” Y/n answers with a smile looking at how Wanda’s cheeks flusters.
Wanda feels her cheeks flush a deep red, embarrassment mixing with curiosity and excitement. "Y-you mean...you could help me explore these desires?" she stammered, uncertain of whether she should accept such an invitation.
Y/n simply nods at Wanda’s question
After a moment of contemplation, Wanda takes a deep breath and nods resolutely. "Very well, Y/n. If you truly believe this is what I need to purge these sinful thoughts from my heart and find inner peace, then I am willing to trust your guidance and experience your touch."
“Good” Y/n answers with a wicked smile at seeing how her plan worked .
Wanda nods silently, taking comfort in Y/n's reassuring words as she slowly began to shed her conservative clothes, revealing her slender frame and delicate curves beneath.
At the same time Y/n strips down until she’s only her bra and panties.
As Y/n stripped down to her bra and panties, Wanda couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness. She has never been so physically close to another person outside of her family before, let alone a woman she considered a friend and mentor.
“And what do you want me to do now sweetheart?” Y/n asks as she steps closer to her and puts her hand on Wanda’s cheek.
Wanda gazes into Y/n’s eyes, feeling a deep connection forming between them as their bodies drew nearer. "I...I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "This is all very new to me. All I ask is that you guide me through this process with compassion and understanding, and that we remain focused on seeking spiritual enlightenment rather than physical gratification."
Y/n gets on her knees and says with a proud smile on her face “okay then, I must start this session” Y/n pulls Wanda’s panties down and starts kissing her inner thighs.
As Y/n knelt before her, Wanda felt a rush of vulnerability and raw emotions wash over her. Her body responded instinctively to the tender touch of the older woman's lips against her sensitive skin, causing her to gasp softly in surprise and delight.
Y/n smirks at Wanda’s reaction and gets dangerously close to her core.
Wanda bites her lip, trying to maintain control over her rapidly escalating arousal as Y/n teases her with ever-closer approaches to her most intimate areas. The sensations are overwhelming, but she clung to the belief that this is part of a larger spiritual journey towards healing and self-acceptance.
Y/n kisses Wanda’s clit and moans at the taste of her arousal.
Wanda’s entire body shudders with each delicious touch from Y/n’s tongue, her hips bucking involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through her system. She lost herself completely in the moment, unable to distinguish between the physical sensations and the profound spiritual awakening that seemed to be unfolding within her soul.
“Mmmh” Y/n holds Wanda’s hips still as she detaches from Wanda’s core just a second to say “don’t be shy baby. I want to hear all of you” .
Despite her initial hesitation, Wanda finds herself growing more comfortable with the intimacy of the situation as Y/n holds her hips firmly in place. The sound of her own moans filling the room served as a powerful testament to the depth of her transformation, a symbol of her emerging confidence and self-acceptance despite the weight of her past.
Y/n sucks at Wanda’s clit harshly and enters two finger without a warning into her arching core.
As Y/n continues to stimulate her with relentless precision, Wanda finds herself reaching new heights of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her body shakes violently, her screams echoing throughout the room as she succumbs to the overwhelming sensations washing over her like a tidal wave of pure bliss.
“That’s it darling let it all out” Y/n mumbles as she continues liking at Wanda’s clit and curling her fingers into her g-spot to help her ride her orgasm.
Under Y/n's expert guidance, Wanda rides the crest of her orgasm for what feels like an eternity, her body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over her. As the climax finally subsides, she stands there panting heavily, her mind and spirit transformed by the incredible experience they had shared together.
“That’s it darling, you did so well for me” Y/n stood up and kisses Wanda’s lips letting her taste herself on Y/n’s tongue
As Y/n kisses her deeply, Wanda tastes the sweet essence of her own arousal on the older woman's tongue. It is a surreal and indescribable sensation, one that left her feeling both connected and empowered, as if she had truly shed the burden of her past and embraced a newfound sense of self-awareness and acceptance.
“Now darling get dressed and go back to your tasks. I’ll see you next week to continue or little session” Y/n smiles and winks playfully at Wanda flushed state.
With a sense of renewed purpose and determination, Wanda gathers her clothes and makes her way back to the rectory. Despite the lingering effects of her intense orgasm, she knew that she had taken another important step towards healing and growth, both physically and spiritually. As she prepares to return to her duties, she couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/n's guidance and support, which had helped her navigate these treacherous waters with grace and compassion.
