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Fleshlight. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda’s insurmountable lust for you shows its head when you catch her doing something unbelievably dirty.

warnings: top!wanda, massive simpery on wanda’s part and yours, masturbation, cumstrap (r receiving), i take no responsibility for the gay you may feel after this fic, this is for the whores and sluts only, thank you luiza for this brilliant and shockingly horny idea

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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Wanda just couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take the way you bit your lip innocently while you were focused, or the seemingly magnetic field that drew her eyes to your figure whenever you leaned over to pick the kids' toys up before you left, or the urge to rip your bathing suit right off you whenever you took them swimming in the pool. You were an unwitting seductress, an embodiment of Wanda's irresistible temptations. You were her babysitter.

When Wanda unexpectedly had to go away for a few days on a work trip, two nights to be exact, you were there for her like Batman. Besides being incredibly sexy, you were excellently punctual and always took perfect care of the kids. In fact, the twins loved you and demanded you always be their babysitter after the very first time Wanda hired you.

Wanda was able to come home a couple hours earlier than she had expected to, and she found herself excited as she pulled in the driveway. Of course, she was thrilled to see the kids, but she was enthralled to see you again. While you often left as she came or came as she left, sometimes you stayed to chat for a while. Sometimes, Wanda wanted you to come watch the kids even when she was home because she had to do a lot of "cleaning" or "remote work at home." Truthfully, she would just watch you in the pool from the kitchen window.

When she walked through the front door, she was met with the sight of you sitting on the floor with Billy and Tommy with about a thousand puzzle pieces scattered all over the carpet. What was in tact from the puzzle was only about one-fourth of what it was supposed to be, signaling to her that you had just started the puzzle.

"Mom!" the boys greeted Wanda as she closed the door and came into the living room, pulling her suitcase behind her. Still in their sweet years, they rushed to her and attacked her with hugs around her waist.

Wanda giggled and hugged them, kissing the tops of their heads. "Boys," she greeted them before moving her eyes to you. "Y/n."

You looked rather surprised by Wanda's appearance. You were a bit of a shy thing, always worried you were doing something wrong or upsetting Wanda in some way. The only time you ever upset her was when you mentioned a girlfriend, but you hadn't talked about her since she overhead you crying on the phone to someone about it. Other than that, you were perfect.

"Ms. Maximoff," you breathed, standing up from the floor and feeling weak in the legs. Wanda had always had that effect on you, given your gigantic crush on her, but you were surprised to see her home so early. "I didn't know you were coming home early, or else I wouldn't have started this puzzle with them." You scratched your head nervously and looked down at the floor that admittedly was a mess from all the tiny pieces of the huge puzzle. You thought you would have several hours to finish it.

"No, no, that's alright, hon," Wanda grinned at you, waving your worries away with her hand. "You can stay here and finish it with them if you want," she spoke in a casual tone that smoothly hid how much she really wanted you to stay. She shielded her mouth from the boys and whispered, "I'll pay you overtime."

You chuckled and shook your head. "No, you don't have to pay me. It's perfectly fine."

"So you'll finish the puzzle with us?!" Billy exclaimed, with Tommy's face lighting up as well.

"Sure!" you told them, sitting down on the floor in front of the puzzle. "My hair may be gray by the time we're done, but sure!" you reiterated as the boys quickly plopped down around you, leaning over the puzzle and collecting a few pieces to try out.

Wanda smiled in satisfaction that you were going to stay longer. If she had it her way, you would be staying there all night. "I'll be right back," she told you and the boys, exiting the room and pulling her suitcase down the hallway to her bedroom. As she opened the door, she noticed a few things that surprised her.

For one, her bed was unmade, unlike how it had been when she left. The sheets were messily strewn as if someone had been sleeping in it. Also, sitting on top of the chest at the end of the bed was a duffel bag with its top open, revealing clothes inside of it, some partially hanging out of the bag.

Wanda remembered that you had to use her bedroom during your stay because the guest room was being renovated. She vaguely remembered flippantly telling you just to use her bed as she was rushing out the door to catch her flight.

Something about it made her smile. Coming closer to the bed and throwing her heavy suitcase onto it, she curiously looked down at your bag. She could see a utility bag, some random shirts, a pair of sandals, and lastly, a pair of black, lacey underwear.

Wanda's eyes widened at the sight. They were just sitting there on the very top of all the bag's contents as if wanting to be seen. Her fists balled at her side, her palms itchy to reach out and take the panties. She bargained with herself on reasons why she should just close the bag and get to unpacking hers, but her mind was going rampant imagining what it looked like on you.

After a quick glance to the door to make sure you weren't around, she slowly reached into your bag and took the thin fabric between her fingers, pulling it out of the bag. She held it up, finding the hem with her fingers so she could hold them out wide.

"So this is what you're wearing under those clothes everyday," she mumbled to herself, licking her lips at the thought. Slowly, she brought your underwear closer to her face, pressing the crotch of the fabric gently against her nose and inhaling. When she realized the panties were used because she could smell the scent of arousal on them, she nearly audibly moaned. Her eyes fluttered shut as she grunted and inhaled your scent, feeling deliciously dirty at now knowing just what you smelled like. She imagined having her head buried between your thighs, lapping at your—

"Hey, Ms. Maximoff—“

Fuck. Wanda jumped at the sound of your voice coming from the door behind her and swiftly pushed the panties into the inner pocket of her coat before whipping around to look at you with the most natural face possible.

"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to clean up because I thought you were going to be back later," you apologized, coming closer to her and stepping past her to zip up your duffel bag, not wanting to make her uncomfortable by seeing any of your delicates. "Here, I'll go ahead and start washing the bedsheets so that they'll be done before I leave tonight." Then you went around the bed and leaned over it to start pulling the sheets off, and as much as Wanda enjoyed the sight, she quickly stopped you.

"You don't have to do that, y/n." She tried to keep her face as casual as possible when you looked up at her questioningly. "I can wash them later. You're my babysitter, not a maid." You chuckled shyly at her comment, stepping away from the bed and grabbing your duffel bag to get it out of her way. "Also," Wanda chirped before you could walk away, "Do you mind staying for a few hours until they go to bed? It's just—I'm really tired, and I don't think I could handle the boys' energy tonight."

"Oh, of course," you agreed with a nod, feeling excited if anything to get to be in Wanda's presence, even if she was probably just going to nap. "Should I just order a pizza for their dinner?"

"Sure, here." Wanda reached into her other pocket, the one that your used panties were not in, and took out her wallet, getting out some cash and handing it to you.

You took the cash and smiled graciously. "Thank you, Ms. Maximoff." Wanda felt a shiver dance in her spine at the sound of you calling her that. "I'll let you get some rest. Do you want the door closed?"

"Yes, please," Wanda answered with a polite smile as you slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind you, leaving Wanda alone with your panties and her sinful fantasies.

Wanda had spent some time with you and the boys when the pizza arrived, but soon enough she couldn't take the excitement of what she was planning any longer. The three of you were entirely preoccupied, so Wanda told you that she was tired and was going to go to bed and to keep playing with the twins until they get tired. So she slipped off to her room, closing the door behind her and then plopping into her bed.

The woman turned her face to the side so that her nose was against the pillow and breathed in. Her pillows smelled like your perfume, and Wanda swore she would never wash her sheets again. Reaching her hand up, she slipped it underneath the pillow and slowly dragged your panties out from under it where she had hidden them.

Wanda shamelessly brought the fabric to her nose this time, letting herself exude a quiet moan. She imagined you straddling her face, grinding your pussy against her mouth while your breasts bounced above her. She imagined the look on your innocent face as you came, your doe eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open.

Fingertips found the button of her pants before she slipped her hand into her own underwear and rubbed herself, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Her hips moved up against her hand as she continued inhaling your scent and imagining all the things she wanted to do to you.

She wanted to have you on your knees, mouth wide open and ready to be stuffed with her strap. She wanted to watch you gag and cry on her cock, to stroke your hair and push it in even deeper down your throat. She wanted to splay you open wide, to stretch your pussy out with her cock. She didn't know if you were a virgin or not, but either way she wanted to feel your tight little pussy around her. She wanted to dirty you up, to spit in your mouth, to absolutely ravage you the way she had been wanting to do for months.

Touching herself wasn't enough. If she didn't stimulate these primal urges inside of her, she was going to go mad.

Reaching over to her nightstand, Wanda took out her dual, cum-filled strap. It was her favorite toy, and while she didn't get to use it on many people here lately due to her desires being utterly consumed by your unattainable self, she had the pleasure of fucking the strap into her second favorite toy—a fleshlight.

Wanda pulled the harness onto herself, moaning when she felt the smaller dildo in the harness slide into her snugly. She turned over and kneeled, situating the fleshlight against the bed and holding it in place at the perfect angle. This certainly was not the first time she had done this.

She held your panties to her nose as she slowly slid inside the toy, bucking her hips up so that the dildo rubbed perfectly inside her. She shuddered at the feeling, imagining the sound of your sweet whines as she slid inside you. She wondered if you would claw at her back, or if you would grab at the sheets if she had you on your stomach.

What Wanda didn't wonder was whether or not she had locked the door, which it turns out she didn't. The boys were starting to get tired, so you told them to go get ready for bed while you cleaned up the puzzle. While the boys were upstairs getting ready, you walked to Wanda's room to let her know that you were putting them to bed and would leave after that.

As you approached the door, you paused. From behind the wooden surface, you could hear the sound of panting. Was Wanda just snoring? You assumed that was what it was since Wanda said she was going to sleep. You didn't want to wake her up by knocking on the door, so you slowly opened the door as quietly as you could, and what you saw was not Wanda sleeping.

Instead, Wanda was kneeling on the bed, pants-less, wearing a harness around her hips. She was thrusting into some object, and as she pulled out to reveal a large strap-on, you realized that she was using a fleshlight.

You felt hot all over, as if you had been placed in boiling water. It froze you, forced you to stand there through the crack of the door and watch the way Wanda rolled her hips into the fake pussy, her eyebrows sewn together in pleasure. She was holding something up to her nose, and when you recognized it as your dirty panties, desire bloomed in the pit of your stomach

"Fuck, you feel so good, y/n," Wanda whispered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." The sound of her name rolling off her lips was enough for you to clasp your hand over your mouth to keep from gasping. Your knees trembled as you watched Wanda orgasm with your name being whispered off her lips like honey, pushing herself deeper into the fleshlight. You noticed her moving her hand from her mouth and downwards, and when she pulled her cock back out, thick, fake cum shot all over the pussy. Your mouth watered at the sight, and when Wanda rubbed the cum all around the fleshlight with the tip of her strap while pressing your panties to her face again, you couldn't physically handle seeing any more. Quickly and quietly, you left the doorway with a tremble in your step.

It was hard to sleep after what you saw. It was even harder to accept Wanda's request for you to watch the kids one night while she had a late meeting. Of course, you couldn't deny her, so you agreed. Whatever meeting she had ran super late because the kids had already been asleep for an hour, and you were sitting on the couch alone watching TV. Being distracted by the boys was enough to get your mind off what you had seen, but now that you were alone, it was all your pathetic brain could think about.

The way she had been thrusting into the fleshlight, the way she came in and on it, the way she had moaned your name, the fact that she had your dirty underwear. Usually, someone would be totally freaked out and offended to know that someone was fantasizing and had even taken their used undergarments, but your crush on Wanda was enough for you to find it utterly enthralling. You couldn't believe the woman had apparently had a thing for you too all this time.

Now that you knew, should you just go on as normal? Knowing that she felt the same way about you, and after what you had seen, how was that possible?

Was what you'd seen even real? Were you just tired and hallucinating something that originated from your own fantasies?

Deciding you needed to see for yourself, you got up from the couch and tiptoed down the hall. You didn't know why you were being so quiet—the boys were asleep upstairs and Wanda wasn't home. The only noise in the house was the TV drifting from the living room.

You slowly entered Wanda's room, feeling a rushing sense of guilt for doing so. You knew this was invading her privacy, but she had stolen your underwear, after all, and that was about the most invasive thing that could happen even if you found it shamefully hot.

Wondering where she kept your panties, you lifted up the pillows, but they weren't there. You pulled back the sheets a bit, wondering if they were lost under there from another one of her trysts, but they were nowhere near the bed. So you opened the top drawer of the nightstand, only finding random stuff. Even though you were on a mission to find your panties, you found it cute seeing what kind of stuff Wanda had in her nightstand.

You finished rummaging through the top drawer and then opened the bottom drawer, immediately finding what you were looking for and so much more. Not only was your underwear nestled in the corner of the drawer, but there were a few straps and other toys sitting in the drawer, along with the fleshlight and the strap-on she used.

Your curiosity got the best of you. Slowly reaching inside, you took the strap-on and pulled it out. Just its size alone made your mouth fall open. The inner crotch of the harness had a small dildo attached to it, and there was a small tube that seamlessly went into the larger, outer dildo attached to a tiny pump. It was quite seamless and efficient, and while you were admiring the toy, you were moreso wondering what it would feel like being used on you.

Sure, you'd felt your fingers inside you while you dreamed of Wanda fucking you, but now you had the cock she would actually fuck you with if she ever did. How would it feel inside you? How would Wanda feel inside you...

You weren't going to actually fuck yourself with it, you told yourself. You just wanted to feel how it felt inside you, that was all. It had a very ergonomic shape to it, after all, and while you were bargaining with yourself you were already hastily pulling your pants down.

You crawled onto the bed in the same spot you saw Wanda fucking the fleshlight, laying on your back and spreading your legs. Since you had been thinking about Wanda all day, you didn't even need to prepare yourself as you lined the dildo up to your entrance. You rubbed the tip around your hole, biting your lip as you imagined Wanda's hands on you. Your eyes fluttered closed as you pushed the dildo inside you, mouth falling open at the feeling.

Unfortunately, you were only a couple inches in when the door of the bedroom suddenly flew open. You nearly screamed, whipping your head towards the door and seeing Wanda standing there with wide eyes.

"Wanda!" you exclaimed, your face burning bright red when you realize what she'd caught you doing. You were on your back, legs spread and knees bent up, holding Wanda's harnessed strap between your legs. You quickly pulled out the only couple of inches that was inside you and sat up. "I—I can explain."

"No, I think I can explain for you," Wanda purred, closing the door and locking it. She sauntered towards you, hands instantly going to her pants and greedily unbuttoning them. "I know you caught me the other day," she admitted, to which your eyes widened.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I didn't mean to, I just—“

"Shhh," she whispered, placing her hand on the edge of the bed near your feet and leaning over to look at you as she unzipped her pants. "I'm glad you saw. Because I knew you would come back in here, and I knew I would walk in on you being a little slut for me."

Wanda kicked her pants and underwear down and took the harness from you, stepping into it and pulling it up. Her dark eyes fluttered as the inner dildo reached her, and she looked down and grabbed her cock, seeing that the very end was wettened by your pussy. It looked like you had only gotten a couple inches in before she walked in.

"Th-There never was a meeting, was there?" you whispered as Wanda crawled on the bed over you, watching you like a lion. Her lips were parted, lower teeth showing as she took your thighs and spread them. You laid flat against the bed again, staring up at her and trying to decipher if it was just a really good dream or if it was real.

"Nope," Wanda shook her head. "I wanted to see if you liked the idea of what you saw. Turns out, you liked it enough to put my cock inside you." With that, she nudged the tip against your entrance but left it there, swirling it around your hole. "I can't tell you how much I've wanted to screw you full of my cum," she husked, pushing it in just a bit further. "Now I know you've wanted the same."

You gasped at the feeling, grabbing onto her shoulders. You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You'd been dreaming about this woman for months now, and now here she was, kneeling between your legs and threatening your entrance with her cock.

"You want me to fuck you?" she whispered, pushing it in only an inch and dragging it back out again.

"Yes, Ms. Maximoff," you whined, arching your hips towards her.

Wanda moaned at the sound of her formal name coming from your lips. "Please, call me Mommy," she said politely before snapping her hips forward and pushing her cock all the way inside you. Your eyes bulged at the feeling, nails grabbing at her skin as she pumped herself deep inside you before dragging back out again.

"Mommy!" you whined as she thrust back in against, the very tip of her strap pushing into your cervix. She was so large and so deep that even through the painful stretch in your pussy, you dwelled in the feeling of her nudging into your stomach.

"Mmm, fuck, you like being my little fleshlight, don't you? I bet that's why you agreed to babysit for me in the first place, huh?" Wanda groaned in a strained voice that was punctuated with her fast and hard thrusts. "You just wanted me to fuck your tight pussy all I wanted to."

"Yes," you admitted, and although your intentions hadn't been so specific, what drew you most to Wanda was how much you desired her. Her knowing that and using it against you was shamefully hot.

Wanda grabbed your knees and bent them towards you, spreading you further for her. "God, I want to paint your womb with my cum," Wanda grunted, her thrusts changing as she found a perfect angle that pleasured herself just right. "I want you filled with my seed until it's dripping out of you."

Her words were sending you into a spiral. Your head was spinning so hard that you were mostly grabbing onto Wanda to not pass out, clawing at her back as she ravaged your pussy. Every time she moved inside you, the slick, sloshing sound of your soaked pussy filled the air. Her hips slapped crudely against your ass, Wanda having no shame in fucking you so dirty.

"Fuck, Mommy," you breathed as she started to rub your clit in circles. The dual pleasure brought a new wave of warmth inside you, your back arching off the bed. Wanda was fucking you so hard and good, and with her own grunts and moans filling the air, you were losing vision in your eyes.

"Take my fucking cock," Wanda grunted, her free hand moving to gently grab your throat, unsure if it was what you wanted or not. "Take it like the slut you are." When you let out an extra sharp moan in response, Wanda squeezed your throat harder. Your legs were bouncing around her with each of her thrusts, the bed starting to squeak.

"Fuck, y/n," she breathed, biting her lip as she started to come close. Her thrusts became sloppier and faster, and you came crashing into an immense orgasm that blinded you. "Fuck!" Wanda moaned as she came, and a moment later you felt her rushing cum fill the innards of your pussy, spurting right into your cervix as she pushed her hips as deeply into you as possible. The warm feeling eased you down from your orgasm, panting and sweating against the mattress as Wanda buried her face into your shoulder and caught her breath.

You stayed like that for a moment until Wanda leaned up and looked down, watching as she pulled her cock out of you, strings of your cum and her own attaching to it. Once she pulled out with a pop, her cum started to ooze out of your red, throbbing hole, dripping down onto the sheets.

"I'll take you up on that offer to clean the sheets," Wanda breathed with a grin, but you were too dazed and fucked to even hear her, legs trembling weakly. Wanda smirked and leaned up, grabbing you by the hips and slamming you onto her cock again.

#this was.... oh my god. hooo boy #wanda maximoff #marvel #not mine

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