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Season of The Witch

Season of The Witch - Cosmic Giving Fic Raffle

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Monsterfucking, Breeding Kink (no pregnancy risk), Ovipositing, Spideriness (the word palps overused), possessive Wanda, D/s dynamic, the word 'hole', double penetration, light bondage, nipple play, sex in a public space (but it's empty), slight chase kink, red lighting

Relationships: Drider!Wanda Maximoff X GN!Reader

Word Count: 2636

Summary: Wanda is going through some things and you lend a helping hole.

A/N: It has been 84 years... But finally I have finished my Drider!Wanda fic and my final fic for the cosmic raffle. @kneel-bitches requested Ovipositing... And I really said "oh fuck yeah" with this fic.

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Months ago, if someone had asked you what it was like to date a Drider, you would have said it was like dating any other person, human or otherwise. Wanda checked all your boxes, and the fact that she was part spider didn't bother you. Hell when combined with her magic, it just made her that much hotter. The raw power she possessed was intoxicating, addicting even. You wanted to be around her all the time. Watching her train with the other Avengers made your knees weak.

Sparring with Wanda ruined your undies.

She was fast, sharp, and ever since she discovered your little kink for being strung up, she hasn't been afraid to spin her webs at you either. It became a game for you two. A chase, some cat and mouse, ‘training’ as you insisted to Steve and Natasha when they caught you hog tied and hanging from the balcony. But it was training. Everyone could see Wanda gaining confidence in her abilities, learning to weave her abilities and her magic together to create an even greater power. If that meant spending endless hours practicing alone with your girlfriend when the gym was technically closed, who were you to complain?

You spent so much time wrapped up in Wanda's sweet, lust-filled silks you missed the shift in her. The adrenaline of racing through the obstacle course, knowing that Wanda was watching, waiting for her moment to strike sent thrills through you. Your own mind was coated in lust and love and freedom, you didn’t think about how Wanda would hiss when you got away. Her little playful noises turned more aggressive until she had you wrapped up and drunk for her pleasure.

A part of you liked that even more. Wanda was gentle, so sweet and caring, sometimes you missed the roughness, raw exchange of power that happened during sex. She always seemed so scared of her “nature” as she called it, that she overcompensated around everyone, even when it was just the two of you.

So maybe that was why, two weeks ago, when Wanda growled and clicked her mandibles at you in front of the whole team to eat all of your breakfast you put on your rose colored glasses instead of noticing the red flag that had popped up. You liked this new, controlling streak. You ate your whole plate and Wanda kept one of her palps around your middle well after you were done. Natasha had raised an eyebrow at you, but all you did to respond was a quick wink before Wanda demanded your attention again.

More instances happened. Wanda snapped at Steve when he suggested you go on a solo mission. During group training sessions, she would defend you at every corner, even preventing you from actually training. The day Tony hit you with a blast from one of his repulsors was a day none of the Avengers would soon be forgetting. And she kept insisting you rest more and eat more nourishing food. It felt like she was mothering you, but then she would wrap you up in her silks and send you flying. Any questions about this new emotional shift in her would disappear.

“My puppet, this is where you belong.”

“You’re driving me mad, love.”

“This belongs to me, you belong to me.”

“You are going to be so full of me, puppet.”

Those words, whispered into your ear, breathed into your very soul, haunted your daydreams. They were never far from your mind, quick to make you shift in your seat or to seek out Wanda in the mild of the day. You couldn’t let those words distract you, couldn’t let the thought of Wanda fucking you full of whatever she was talking about distract you from the chase.

In the dark, the red glow of Wanda’s magic was even stronger, more alluring. It bathed the course in just enough light to see shadows. You could catch a glimpse of a leg slipping between the higher up spaces only for it to be lost to the darkness. Arousal burned in the blood that raced through your veins as you dove behind an obstacle to avoid a shot of Wanda’s magic laced silks. You didn’t want this to end yet, her magic had become more potent recently, weakening any fight or resolve you may have had during training. You were pudding before you’d even begun training.

“You’re teasing me, puppet,” Wanda said, a fierce clicking from her mandibles following.

“Teasing? Baby,” you huffed, trying to catch your breath. “Teasing would be telling you how empty I feel.”

Something slammed against a wall. You peered over your hiding spot and saw the 100 kilo tire webbed to the exit. Looks like you won’t be escaping without Wanda permission. Steeling your nerves, you bolted to the next part of the course, attempting to climb a set of bars to reach the next level. For a moment your pride surged, you rarely made it this far when training with Wanda.

The feeling didn’t last when you felt something pull at your tactical belt. One second you crawling over the ledge, the next you were hanging on for dear life, pantsless with a girlfriend hanging above you, sniffing the crotch.

"Didn't take you for a panty sniffer," you laughed, fingers beginning to ache from holding yourself. The breeze from the air conditioner made you shiver, sweat cooling at the base of your now exposed spine. "Wanda?"

"Puppet," she replied, her gaze moving slowly to meet yours. Her chest started to rise faster and faster, like she was the one who had been dashing around the course.

Red flashed behind her eyes and your fingers slipped. For a moment your stomach swooped, rising into your throat, before the comforting tug of silk around your waist. Wanda let you swing for a moment, her eyes tracing over your dangling limbs. You smiled, slipping into easy swings of the movement as she pulled you up towards her until her legs could wrap around you.

"No more teasing," she hissed, squeezing your body to her.

A steady, hard thumping hummed in your ear. You wiggled your arms free enough to grab onto Wanda. Her mandible shivered when you looked in her eyes, before tucking themselves away.

"No more," you agreed. "I'm your puppet, baby, play with me."

You kissed her lips, the soft pillows giving to your hard and fast movements. She quickly took control of the kiss, licking her way into your mouth. Fangs tickled your lips, a moan ripped from your throat. Another little hint of roughness that Wanda wouldn't normally use. Her arms ripping your shirt away was even more unusual.

"Wanda?"

"Mine," she snarled, her face buried in your neck. "Everyone will know."

"Wanda," you insisted, fisting her hair to pull her back.

When she finally looked into your eyes again, you saw something in her expression shift, like she realized something big.

“Baby, I’m all for whatever this is, but we agreed…”

“To talk first.” Her forehead knocked against yours gently. “I’m sorry, puppet. I thought I had gotten these feelings under control, but when I see you, everything inside me burns for you.”

“A sexy burn, right?” You teased, to which Wanda retaliated with a nibble on your lips.

She sighed and continued, “it is just my… season. Normally I do not have such strong urges, but this is also my first time having an intimate partner to share it with. My mind is a chaos of emotions that collect into one desperate urge when I am with you… to breed you.”

“Can you even do that? Is that something I should be concerned about?”

“No, it isn’t that easy. Rituals and things must first take place to activate your… vessel,” she choked out the explanation, her cheeks tinged the same red color as her magic.

“Well, hey, if we know there won’t be a baby-”

“Babies, it would usually be about 100 hatchlings...”

You took a deep breath. That was a bigger number than you ever expected, but semantics. “We might as well have fun.”

She held your gaze for a moment, trying to decipher your thoughts and feelings rather than ask you point blank. So you gave her the only answer she needed. You kissed her, molding your lips to her until her hunger for you took over again. The taste of magic on her tongue intoxicated you, made your pulse race at whatever the night had in store for you.

Wanda spun you around in her hold until your back was pressed up against her chest. While her legs held you tightly to the heat of her body, her hands roamed your skin. A trail of goosebumps followed her deft fingers. When one of her nails scraped down the center of your chest you keened, back arching into the almost painful sensation.

"Be a good puppet for me," she cooed, the soft sound of silks roping together made your eyelids flutter.

Your wrists were tied together, before being looped over Wanda's head, and each of your ankles here bound to your thighs to keep your knees spread wide open, exposing your aching sex further to the chilly room. You could do nothing but let her hold you, use you however she saw fit in the moment. Blood that had once raced through veins slowed to a steady thump as that familiar pressure began to drip from the back of your neck.

"That's it," she hissed, magic coating her lips as she whispered into your ears. "Mine, all mine, puppet."

Her palps slid between your bodies, her slick smearing across your skin. She toyed with you, like a cat would a mouse before it devoured it. She teased your hole until you begged for mercy. Her finger swirled around your taut nipple.

"Just remember, you are my plaything, mine."

She thrust the first palp into you, more of her slick leaking down between your cheeks. Like a long thick finger, she used it to beckon the arousal from your body, to coax you into a frenzy of need. Your muscle tensed, the knot in your stomach coiling tighter as Wanda fucked you without concern. Just as you felt the crest of your orgasm, the drip sensation about to flood your nervous system with sweet chemicals, she stopped.

"Not yet," she snarled, the talons on her mandible scratching your cheek when you whined. "Your pretty body is going to milk me until you've taken everything I've got. You cum only when I say you can, puppet. You are mine to control."

"Yes, baby, wanna- wanna do that. Fill me up, please."

Wanda hissed, her mouth descending to your neck to bite and suckle at your flesh. Her second palp teased your hole, moving in right alongside the first. You gasped, wet and needy, as she started to move them together. More of her slick leaked from your abused hole. Your limbs trembled, the fullness overwhelming your senses.

The first bulge against your rim made your hole flutter, a trickle of fear from the unknown only adding to the pool of arousal between your legs. You whimpered, your fists clenching around the silks binding your wrists together. Swirls of red light danced around you, curled around your bound legs and tying you closer to Wanda. Your choked gasp filled the empty training room as she fucked you harder, pushing your body to its limits. A flood of slick followed the bulge, a bubbling ribbed sensation forced a shiver through your body.

"That's it, love." Wanda hissed, her lips pressed up against your ear. "This is only the beginning, you're going to take all of me."

She thrust into you harder, sending the bubbles inside you higher. Wet slapping drowned out the weak groans coming from you. Another bulge pounded against your hole, trying to force itself into your body and fit in with the other engorged palp that was still gushing slick. Your body shook, muscles unwilling to give even though you were right there. So close to cumming, so very close, you just needed-

"I-I can't," you whimpered, your eyes squeezed shut as sweat dripped down your forehead. "Wanda, please."

"You will, you are my puppet and you will do as you're told." She said, the force of her conviction pulling at your heart. Her fingers tapped across your racing pulse before plucking at your sensitive nipples. "You've been so good for me, my precious treasure, my favourite plaything. I know you want to cum for me, puppet. Your body and your mind are screaming for release, all you have to do is let go for me so you can float away. Let me be your master."

A surge of Wanda's red magic flashed around you. Her teeth dug into your neck, her fingers pinched your nipples harder, and her second palp speared into you until it reached its hilt. All at once everything turned white, the pressure at the base of your skull exploding as your orgasm washed over your. Your senses soared out of your control as your muscles finally released, your body finally free.

And so full.

Even breathing felt like a task with Wanda holding you up. You groaned, head falling forward. It was all too much. A shiver raked through you as the air conditioning seemed to come back to life. The sweat on your body chilled and goosebumps erupted all over again. You twisted in your bonds.

"Easy, puppet," Wanda cooed, her hands already massaging your sore wrists. "Take your time, I'm right here."

As quickly as you'd forgotten what had happened, you remembered exactly why you felt like you were about to burst at the seams. A simple giggle rocked your body enough to make it ache.

"Hurts so good," you rasped, trying to open your eyes. "I pass out?"

"Just for a couple of minutes," she peppered your face with kisses. "I'm about to pull out, you just need to stay all sweet and loose for me, puppet."

You nodded, doing your best to not think about the absolute mess. Everything below your waist ached and slightly jostling from Wanda made you whimper. She hushed you, whispered silly sweet nothings in your until, while easing the first palp out of your hole. You gasped, your body clenching down on instinct and the swell of slick and bubbles teased you. The wet palp Wanda had just removed from your body returned to your entrance, tracing around your hole while she slowly removed the second. Relaxing into the gentle touch, your muscle relaxed enough for her to fully pull out.

Still your instinct took over and you clenched hard.

"Puppet, relax for me. It will feel better if you let go." Both of her palps teased your hole while one of her hands moved to rub your stomach.

She kept soothing and coaxing your body until the first droplet smacked against the floor. Your body jerked as more and more of the droplets fell, a slick wet splash and rolling sensation sending a rush of arousal through you, not helped by Wanda's wandering hand. You squirmed and whimpered, thrusting your hips back into her in an attempt to get her to touch you more.

"So greedy for me." She hummed. "I'm not sure your body could handle another round, puppet. Look at the mess you've made already?"

You opened your eyes finally and stared down over your body. Glistening, glowing, half full of something bubbles were spilled across the floor beneath you. Even as you gasped, the only real concern that came to mind was cleaning up.

"I'm not wiping that up."

Wanda's laugh echoed around the empty gym, the red light of her magic warm and full of love.

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Puppet On A String

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Kink: Suspension - a form of sexual bondage where a bound person is hung from one or more overhead suspension points.

Warnings: subspace, spider anatomy, soft fluffy feelings, slight dom/sub vibes, blindfold, finger sucking, objectification (feeling like an object, but in a good way), lots and lots of love, aftercare,

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2038

A/N: Drider - a race of centauroid creatures with the upper bodies of dark elves (drows) and the lower bodies of giant spiders. But make it soft and lovey, cause even though it’s the spoopy season, I won’t make spiders any spoopier than they already are.

The first time you felt it, it had been an accident. Wanda, for all her love and support and growth since joining the team, never liked to train without at least two other Avengers around. If she wasn't training completely alone, spending hours in the gymnasium mixing magic and with her own special abilities. She would come back to your shared apartment on shaky limbs, pale and covered in sweat, before spending a good chunk of the evening on her web only to emerge at the call for dinner. Her web was her space, as sacred to her as her magic.

Getting webbed nearly upside down in the training room, your limbs held up by the tight, soft silks that Wanda shot at you was an accident. The first time.

The second time was deliberate.

"You are really okay with this?" You asked, standing on the threshold of Wanda's private space, the one thing she asked for when you got together, when she officially moved into your apartment, the room that held her web.

In the low red lighting, you could see the spell books dangling on strings, the photos of her family and Pietro carefully framed in webbing on the walls, and old DVDs of I Love Lucy casually tossed on the great expanse of her web. Everything in the room screamed Wanda. The object held an unspoken rule, do not touch.

You wanted to be one of those objects.

That first time had been short and caught you both by surprise. You'd never been secured by her webs before, only held the daintily made crafts she would give you for holidays and special events. You could feel the magic thrumming through the threads of her webs, you could feel the warmth and control that radiated from Wanda. Your muscles relaxed into the safety of her presence instantly. It was so natural, so easy for you. You let go, brain floating off into some cloud, you were helpless to do anything but hang there like just another piece of equipment.

You had bruises for almost a week, your joints ached for a few days, your muscles were jelly for a few hours, but your mind couldn’t stop drifting. Every time you saw your girlfriend you were reminded of the feeling. How, for a brief moment, you were nothing and nothing mattered. You wanted that again.

“Yes, puppet.”

Even now, the simple pet name sent a new thrill down your spine. It had always been an inside joke between the two of you that meant nothing, but now… now it was something more. It made the blood rush to your cheeks every time she uttered the word. Her soft, husky voice uttered the word and you were sent careening down a path of no return. She controlled you perfectly, easily, when she called you that.

“Despite my better judgment, I’m willing to indulge you. But we are following my rules.” Wanda said, crossing her arms over her chest, legs dancing across her web as she came to stand in front of you. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you saluted her with a smile. “Besides, this is just, ya know… a test. Like we talked about, if either of us aren’t feeling it, we don’t have to do it again.”

“You seem nervous, why?”

“I-”

She was right, of course. You were nervous. What if she regrets letting you in? This was a big step in your relationship. What if she doesn’t like this? What if you fuck up? What if-

“You are thinking too loud.” She tugged you over the threshold and into her room.

Instantly your arms wrapped around her, burying your face in her shoulder. Her mandibles clicked together softly, before curling in and making space for her lips to find yours. Wanda kissed you softly, silencing your thoughts for a moment as your body relaxed. Her front legs hooked under your legs in a swift pull to get to wrap them around her waist.

She carried you closer to the web, with every step further into the room the nervousness melted away. The part of you that was scared of rejection just got caught at the door. Wanda’s hands on your face, on the back of your neck, guiding and coaxing you only helped lower your guard. Not that you really needed it, your girlfriend was magic in more ways than one.

Her mouth, for starters, was always sweet and soft. Wanda’s tender kisses, cautious at the start, her fangs carefully tucked away, to the way she devoured you by the end of it. She covered you in beautiful marks that left the rest of the team blushing. You lived for those heated moments where her mandible would get tangled up around your head, to see her lost in the moment.

Secondly, there were the touches. Not just with her hands, though, Wanda was tactile with every limb. Her hands, her palps, her legs, would wrap around you like they owned you. You could always count Wanda holding your hand, grazing your shoulder, or tapping your butt. She made you feel loved and desired, always, but sometimes that's not what you need.

And those two weapons were doing their worst. So wrapped up in her hands and mouth, you missed the way she stripped you of your clothes. Efficient, that’s what she was. She easily worked through the tasks of carrying you to her web, disrobing you, and turning you into a soft pudding she could mold into whatever she wanted.

A tug, your head being pulled back from her soft lips, brought you back to the surface. You blinked, refocusing and seeing her eyes flash with a spark, red surrounding her irises for a second before they settled again. But you felt the rush of magic and static in the air.

Wanda moved you again and slowly began the process of spinning her silks until you were wrapped up, surrounded in a cocoon so soft and warm. It was the perfect blanket. Your arms were tucked securely behind your back, gentle tension in your chest at the muscles being pulled. Your legs were bent back so your knees were spread and your ankles were tied together near your butt.

“How are you feeling, puppet?” She asked.

You tested the silks, giving a good wiggle where you laid on her web. “Good, not too tight. Just a bit exposed, but in a good way.”

“This next part goes around your eyes, do you still want that?” For a second, nervousness flashed across her features.

“Hey, c’mere,” you nodded, trying to get her within reach. She pressed her hand on your cheek, allowing you to turn and kiss her palm and wrist. “I want this and I want you. I trust you, baby.”

“Close your eyes.” She commanded.

You followed orders, silk wrapped around your head delicately. The world went dark, your breath caught in your throat for a moment but it didn’t last. Soon enough you were floating. The whispers of Wanda’s webbing being shot echoed in your ears as you felt your body being hoisted up. Your muscles pulled and tensed at the joining points. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. A rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through your system before a warm, fuzzy feeling settled inside your mind.

Wanda kissed your forehead, so sweet and gentle. The action caused you to rock ever so slightly, the only sensation you were left with as the helplessness and fear evaporated.

You took a deep breath, leaned into the feeling of falling almost. If you wanted to fly, you knew you had to let go, to allow yourself to be free despite being nothing. For the first few moments, every sound Wanda made in the room made you flinch. Every time a page in The Darkhold was turned, a shiver shot up your spine. Every click and purr from Wanda as she worked caused a soft gasp to come from your lips. But soon they all just became white noise, like cotton had been stuffed in your ears because no matter what, you were just another object caught in the web. Nothing to be concerned about.

The muscles in your stomach were the first to give out, quivering from the strain of holding the arch of your position. But once they relaxed, it was easy for the rest of your body to slip into the nothingness. To be just like the books hanging from the ceiling. Like sand slipping through an hourglass, you slipped from reality, thoughts sliding down the funnel until all that was left was warmth. You were weightless, flying away from your body. Your limbs tingled and buzzed and thrummed with existence, but it didn’t register to release.

You were free.

Pressure leaked from the base of your skull, pulsing through your body before settling between your legs. Your mouth fell open, a shuddering breath drawn in as freedom twisted into a heated arousal. It swirled in the background of your consciousness. You didn’t need to satiate it. That molten feeling seeping into your bones was just sending you higher, further from the room, the apartment, the planet.

But you could feel Wanda everywhere. She surrounded your very existence. No part of you was distant from her. She kept you safe while you were flying, floating through space and time like nothing mattered. She was your watcher.

A weight settled on you, warm and present and encompassing. You hummed at the feeling of it. It swept across you, slowly rolling up your body until it settled under your jaw. There was a swoop in your belly, lowering you closer to earth when fingers teased your slack mouth. A realization, stunted and too late, came to the forefront of your mind. Drool cooled on your chin, leaked from your lips as you closed them around the fingers. You sucked them as much as you could, let them slide across your tongue more than anything.

“...perfect, puppet, come back to me.”

Her honey-sweet voice, tinged with pride and lust, pushed your own arousal to the surface. What was fine swirling in the background was now spiraling out of control. You ached for more touch, for Wanda to intervene and make it go away. You whimpered around her fingers, lapping at the seam of the two in your mouth.

“Oh, puppet,” her hushed voice washed over you. “You're a desperate thing aren’t you. Just waiting to be used by me aren’t you?”

You choked around the fingers, gagging on the idea of being used, being treated like a toy for Wanda to find her pleasure from.

The fingers were slowly removed from your mouth, and the weighted feeling returned to you. Gently moving you, bringing you back to the room, Wanda unwrapped your limbs from their silk confinement. Your ankles, legs, hands, and arms became yours again. Your body became yours again, but she moved it like it was still just hers. With each part of you revealed to the world, Wanda kissed the flesh. She held your weight like it was nothing.

Lips pressed against yours, drawing a weak, small moan from them. It was all coming back so quickly, it had all happened so fast. The blindfold pulled from you revealed a warmly lit room, a soft red glow from Wanda’s eyes acting as gravity and pulling you completely back to yourself.

You smiled at her, trembling lips and limbs struggling to cooperate with you. A straw was placed between your lips and you sucked up the juice greedily.

“Easy, love, you did so well. So beautiful.” She brushed her palps across your body, tucking them into her body so she could fully wrap her legs around you.

“S’good?” You slurred, blurry eyes searching for her.

A hand guided your cheek up so you could see her properly. She beamed at you, the sweetest smile on her lips and nose scrunching up with pure joy. Warmth burst in your chest, head rushing at the sheer amount of love you could feel around you.

“Next time, I will use you like you are my treasure, but for now we sleep.”

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