tanleecanthrope

[tanleecanthrope]

yummers

Hi beautiful human

I would love to request a fic where Witch! Aggs takes witch! Reader first time 🫣🙇‍♀️

pairing: agatha harkness x reader

summary: pervy!mentor Agatha fucks innocent!student reader for the first time

content warnings: fingering, use of the word mommy, nipple sucking, uhhhh slight manipulation? it's agatha, she comes with her own warning at this point

word count: 2.7k+

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Photo Cred: Me

Whispers In The Dark

Candlelight danced across your skin as you flexed your hand, twirling the quill between your fingers. You’d been taking notes for what felt like hours, your mentor watching carefully as you concentrated on the latest chapter in her book of spells. 

As it turns out, becoming a witch was more work than most people would think. You were slightly surprised when your mentor had dropped a hefty book on the table in front of you, raising a single eyebrow in challenge as you looked at her with wide eyes. That had been months ago, and your magic was steadily improving every day. Luckily, you had one of the best mentors your small coven could offer. 

Turning your head slightly, you tried not to pout as you met dark blue eyes. As if sensing your sudden lack of concentration, Agatha set a bookmark between the pages of the novel she’d been lightly skimming, before turning her body fully towards you. The sudden adjustment had her knee pressing against your outer thigh, and you felt the last tendrils of concentration slip from your mind as heat spread through your body. 

“I can’t focus anymore.” You said, careful to not let a whine into your words. Agatha raised an eyebrow, and you clenched your legs together as you broke eye contact, a small but noticeable blush rising to your cheeks. 

Agatha smirked. Of course she knew about your little crush on her, and had used that knowledge to her advantage many times. Whenever you acted up, all she had to do was raise an eyebrow or sternly give you an order, before you snapped back into your submissive personality. 

That being said, she wasn’t completely blind to her own feelings towards you. Even now, as her eyes traced your flushed cheeks and soft hair, she felt her own core start to heat up. Letting out a small huff, she pulled her chair closer to you. 

Looking up at the sound of a chair moving, you blinked when Agatha’s body heat suddenly pressed against you. Pressing your lips together, you calmed your racing heartbeat as you watched your mentor out of the corner of your eye. She reached for your book, flipping a few pages as she searched for the end of your current chapter, and the sensation of her arm brushing against yours sent your mind scrambling. 

A firm leg pressed against yours as Agatha fully pulled her chair up next to you, the heat shooting straight to your core. Leaning in for a closer look, Agatha counted the pages you had left before turning her face towards yours. 

Your eyes shot up from where they’d been staring at her lips, and you prayed to the gods that your mentor hadn’t noticed. You really didn’t want to change mentors, Agatha was the most knowledgeable witch you’d met, and it would be a shame to lose her. Plus, you might get stuck with someone old and ugly, and you shuddered at the thought. 

Smiling slightly, Agatha tapped her fingers against your book, drawing your eyes towards it. Right before you looked away, you caught her darkened blue eyes glancing down at your lips, and a small tendril of hope twisted through you. 

“Three more pages, hon.” She husked, and you blinked rapidly. Taking a solidifying breath, you pressed the tip of your quill back on your parchment, willing the words on the page to stop swimming as you read. 

A hand was placed on your knee, and you froze. A small huff of laughter sounded from the woman beside you, her breath caressing your ear from the lack of distance between you. Ink splattered on your parchment, and you quickly jerked your quill off the parchment from where you’d pressed the tip too hard.

Agatha laughed louder, waving the mess away with a flick of her fingers. You glared at her, before your attention was stolen by the purple wisps dancing around your parchment. She tilted her head, eyes roaming your face as you stared at the page in front of you. “Something distracting you?” 

You turned towards her, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Someone more like.”

Blue eyes flashed, and you ducked your head in embarrassment. The hand on your knee squeezed slightly, and when you glanced at Agatha, you were surprised to see a small but genuine smile gracing her lips. She leans in, her eyes deliberately glancing down at your lips, “Want to play a little game?”

You felt all the blood in your face rush down to your core, and after you watched Agatha’s pupils dilate as her gaze lingered on your parted lips, you felt a spark of realization travel through you. Agatha’s feelings for you were the exact same ones you held for her, and you felt excitement rush through your body. 

Fighting to keep a giddy smile off your face, you shyly ask, “What kind of game?”

Agatha’s face lights up, a predatory look overtaking her striking features as her eyes bore into yours. She scoots her chair impossibly closer, the heat of her body sending a comfortable wave of arousal through you. “If you can finish the chapter without making a sound, I’ll give you a reward.”

The words are whispered in your ear, and you shiver as a trail of goosebumps erupts down your spine. You nod, turning back to the page with renewed vigor as Agatha’s hand squeezes your knee slightly. Turning the page, you ready your quill as you focus on the words in front of you. 

The hand on your knee slips under your skirts, the warmth of skin-to-skin contact shooting directly towards the apex of your thighs. It feels as though all of the warmth in your body has focused on that single point of contact, and you shiver when you feel Agatha’s eyes watching your reaction.

“Just say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop.” The words ring in your ear, swimming around your head as you feel Agatha’s hand slowly creep up your thigh. You nod, biting your lip as you attempt to focus on the last few paragraphs. 

A large breath is sucked in beside you, and you turn your head curiously towards your mentor. Agatha’s blue eyes have darkened so severely that her pupils take over her irises, leaving a black abyss that’s staring directly at your lower lip. You worry it between your teeth, and smile at Agatha’s responding growl. 

“Is this normal?” You ask, your eyes wide as you clench your thigh beneath her grip. 

Agatha nods, a sugary sweet smile on her plump lips as she moves her hand ever-so-slightly up your thigh. “Of course hon, every mentor has to reward their student somehow. This is a rite of passage for a pretty young witch like you.”

Nodding, you accept her answer. It makes sense, Agatha always did take such good care of you. Her hands were almost constantly on your body, whether that be gripping your wrists when you attempted to cast a spell for the first time, or simply her hands around your waist as you moved around the basement drawing runes. You bite your lip again, turning back towards your book. 

Nails dig into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, and your lips part involuntarily at the action. Agatha’s eyes remain locked on your lips as her other hand taps on the page in front of you. “Keep reading, hon. Don’t you want your reward?”

You jolt, remembering the game you’re playing. Without answering, you blink rapidly and refocus your attention. The hand on your thigh continues to slowly creep towards your unbearably wet center as you read, and by the time you reach the last paragraph you’re pretty sure Agatha can feel the heat of your core radiating from your underwear. You’re surprised that you managed to keep quiet, having swallowed a few moans when Agatha’s short nails scratched deliciously over your skin. The anticipation was killing you, and now that you only had a few sentences left, you were practically vibrating with excitement. 

You scratched out a hasty sentence, your quill flying over the parchment as Agatha’s hand moved mere centimeters away from your embarrassingly wet underwear. Furiously stabbing a period at the end of your sentence, you set your quill down and looked over at your mentor with bright eyes. 

Peering over your shoulder, Agatha skimmed your notes as you shut the heavy book in front of you. Your hands nervously twisted on the table, and you willed your hips to stay still when you involuntarily rolled them towards Agatha’s advancing fingers. After a few long moments, Agatha finished reading and turned to you with a proud look in her eyes. 

“Very good, my dear, you’re getting better every day.” The words were murmured, and rushed straight to your pulsing core. You smiled, heart soaring at the praise, before gasping as Agatha’s fingers lightly stroked over your drenched underwear. 

Blinking owlishly up at her, you asked, “Can I make noise now?”

Your soft voice had Agatha ready to pounce and rip the modest clothes you always wore off of your body. She refrained, instead smiling toothily and moving forward until her face was inches from yours. You glanced down at her lips, your hands stilling as you felt her hot breath fan across your cheeks. “You can be as loud as you want sweetheart.”

Blue eyes glanced down at your lips, and you leaned in, your lips just barely brushing hers as you whispered, “Am I doing this right?”

Growling almost animalistically, Agatha surged forward as her lips locked with yours. She felt your hesitant hands around her waist, and she moaned into your mouth at the touch. Taking care to not scare you off, she nibbled at your lower lip before sucking it fully into her mouth. 

Surprised, you felt your hands clench around Agatha’s waist as she licked and sucked every inch of your lips. One of your hands rose, moving out of pure instinct as it buried itself in Agatha’s wild curls and pulled her closer. 

Both you and Agatha moaned as your chests pressed together, and your mentor broke the kiss to stare at you with lidded eyes. Her voice was low and smoky as she pulled you onto her lap. “I’ve been waiting for ages to have you like this. To touch you like this.”

Settling yourself on her lap, you grabbed her wrist as her fingers danced along the waistband of your underwear. Pleading with your eyes, you saw her eyes soften as she leaned in, gently placing a kiss on your lips. 

“I want you.” You whispered, breaths intermingling with hers as she dipped her fingers into your underwear and towards your pulsing clit. “This is my reward for being a good student, right?”

“Yes sweetheart, this is what a normal relationship looks like between a student and mentor. You trust me right?” Agatha’s words wrapped around your brain, a lavender-scented haze beginning to take over your senses. You nod. Agatha smiles darkly. 

Groaning at the feel of your slick juices sliding between her fingers, Agatha circled your clit as she felt her own arousal rise. You moaned, moving to rest your forehead against hers as your hips rolled forwards. 

“Does that feel good, hon?” She asked, not giving you the chance to respond before she took your bottom lip between her teeth and sucked. You moaned, canting your hips forward as she grazed your aching clit and deepening the kiss. Agatha’s tongue slid alongside yours, and you kissed her passionately until your chest was aching for air. 

Pulling away, you whispered, “Yes Aggie, that feels good. It feels really good, please don’t stop.”

Smirking, Agatha’s eyes traveled over your face as she watched your reactions to her touch. She deliberately stroked a single finger over your clit, and your mouth parted in surprise. Your eyebrows threaded together as you attempted to keep your eyes open and on her. Slowly, she inserted a single finger into your wet pussy, grinning when you moaned openly against her ear. 

You could barely hold yourself together. You’d been dreaming about this day for months, and it was better than you could’ve possibly imagined. Moving your mouth, you whispered into your mentor’s ear, “More. Please? You feel so good.”

Agatha didn’t respond verbally, instead letting out an animalistic growl at your plea. In one swift move, she buried two fingers into your wet heat, grunting slightly when you bit down on her neck in response. 

Too far gone to realize what you’d done, you continued sucking dark hickeys into Agatha’s neck as she panted beneath you. Pulling away, you admired your handiwork before asking, “I’m a good student right? And you're rewarding me because you’re proud of me?”

Thrusting her fingers slightly faster, Agatha responded breathily, “Mommy is very proud of you hon, just stay still and pretty for me okay? Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for mommy?”

You felt a wave of arousal coat her fingers as you processed her title, nodding shyly as you moved your mouth back towards her neck. A single hand against your throat stopped you, and you gazed at her in confusion until she pulled her shirt off in one smooth motion. 

“Is this another thing mentors reward their students with?” You asked, your eyes glued to her stiff nipples as you felt saliva pool in your mouth. 

Agatha just barely stopped herself from fucking you deeper, wanting to take you in any way she could. Responding through gritted teeth, she circled your clit with her thumb as you gasped. “Yes sweet thing, as your mentor this is how I’ll reward you from now on. Is that alright?”

Nodding, you moved your mouth towards her chest. As you latched onto her nipple, you brought your hand up to play with her other one, enjoying the low grumble of her chest as she moaned. The fingers fucking you increased their speed, and you bit down slightly in surprise. 

Pulling away, you looked up in preparation to apologize for your rough treatment of your reward. “I’m sorr-” 

You were pulled back to your mentor's chest before you could get another word out, her fingers tightening in your hair as she practically forced your mouth around her nipple. You smiled around her chest happily, focusing on the weird feeling pooling in your gut. 

It felt like a rising tidal wave, a tendril of heat spreading from your core to the rest of your limbs. You’d never felt like this before, and were eternally grateful that your mentor was the one showing you the ropes. After all, you were a very good student, and deserved a reward for your efforts. You felt your muscles seize up, and looked up at Agatha desperately. 

“Mommy.”

At your whine, Agatha increased her pace as she pressed her thumb firmly against your pulsing clit. Nodding in encouragement, she watched your face as it contorted in pleasure. “Good girl, let go for mommy. You can come whenever you want to, hon.”

With her permission, you let your body fall over the edge you’d been teetering on for the past few minutes. You spasmed, your hips shuddering around her hand as you gripped her shoulders. Agatha talked you through it, praising you and stroking your hair as you twitched in her lap. 

“Very good, sweetheart. Mommy is so proud of you, you’re such a good student for me. That’s right, hon, just let yourself relax. Mommy’s here, she'll take good care of you.” Her words finally registered in your brain, and you groaned as you pulled your head away from her chest. Your ears rang slightly from the force of your first orgasm, and you grinned at her with a dopey smile. 

“Can this be a regular thing from now on?” You asked, feeling your eyes droop suddenly. You were so tired, both from your reading and the orgasm. 

Agatha laughed softly, her eyes still dark as she carried you towards her bed. “Of course, hon.”

After all, she was your mentor. And mentors always take very good care of their students.

[tanleecanthrope]

cant believe i didnt post this here

[tanleecanthrope]

"Mami"

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Mommy kink (Mami), fingering, squirting, kind of dom!Rhea, service top!reader

"Hey, mami.” You smiled down at Rhea “Shut up and let me in.” She smiled back. “So, why’d you want to meet with me?” You asked even though you already knew the answer. “I think you know.” She said softly as she grabbed your hand and walked you towards your couch. “What were you watching?” She asked as she laid on your couch. “Fuck.” You whispered as you crawled in between her legs and layed down leaning into her neck. “Terrifier.” You whispered “I see that.” She chuckled as screams rang out through the room. “Come on baby. Do you want to stay there or do you want to show mami what you can do?” Your breath hitched at her voice “Fuck.” You groaned again. You pulled away slightly, placing your forearm next to her head. You leaned down to kiss her but you only grazed your lips over hers slightly, waiting for her to finish the kiss. She brought her hands around your neck, one threading itself in your hair to pull you down.

The kiss was slow but still full of emotion unlike the kisses she shared with Dom. Jealousy flared deep in your chest at the thought of him being able to hold her the way you are now. Your free hand moved down to her waist, gripping it tightly. You revelled in the noise it caused. You felt a light sting on your scalp followed by you getting ripped away from her face. You groaned when you saw her face, her lips were swollen slightly and her black lipstick was smudged. “God you’re beautiful.” Your praise bringing her a sweet smile. “Come here.” She whispered pulling you back in, the kiss was sweet and gentle unlike the stinging in your scalp. “Mami.” You groaned into her mouth as you felt her grinding up into you. She grabbed your hair roughly and pulled you away “What did you call me?” She asked with a large smirk “Mami.” You repeated, grinding your hips back into hers. “Goodboy. Now come back here and make Mami feel good.” She unthreaded her hands from your hair and took off your shirt. As soon as it was over your head you went to take off hers. “Shit.” Your eyes widened at the black lace bralette under it. “Why are you so nervous baby? It’s not much different from my gear.” She brought one of her hands to your face “This is so much different.” You whispered before beginning to kiss down her neck. She let out little groans as you got to her chest, near her chest. You nipped at the pink but through the lace, ripping a small moan from Rhea. Her noises spurred you on so much, you wanted to give her all the pleasure you could.

One hand snaked it way down her pants, circling her clit lightly. She let out a high pitched noise at the stimulation “Baby, fuck, so good, baby.”. You added some more pressure to her clit “Wait, take off my pants. Shit.” She said breathily. You immediately obeyed, hands shaking slightly as you worked the buttons. You quickly threw her clothes somewhere in the room and leaned down to kiss her again. Rhea welcomed the kiss happily, her arms wrapping around your necks tightly “Fuck, please. Please pleasure your Mami.” She groaned into your mouth. You brought your fingers back to her aching cunt. You rubbed her clit a few times before trailing down to her hole. You plunged your middle finger in to the last knuckle “Fuck!” She moaned, pulling her face away from yours while her back arches off the couch. “God, Mami. You sound so pretty.” You said into the crook of her neck while pumping your finger at a comfortable pace. Rhea’s moans were so beautiful, they were perfect. “Fuck, baby add another. Come on, be a goodboy. Fuck.” she grabbed onto your biceps, feeling up the muscles. Per her command you added another finger, scissoring them inside her. After a few thrusts later you added third finger “That’s a good boy, oh fuck. So good!” Rhea’s nails dug into your arms, you winced slightly and began thrusting faster and a bit deeper. Rhea’s eyes widened slightly “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me come. Keep going baby.” She groaned loudly. A few moments later her back arched off the couch and her body shook aggressively as she came with a yell. You slowed down your thrusts letting her ride out her high. 

“You okay?” You asked as you kissed her neck gently. “Yeah, I’m great but not satisfied baby.” “I know, mami. I’ll give you what you want.” You started kissing her body again this time going low enough to kiss her pelvis. “God, you smell so good.” You groaned as you trailed your kisses down to her throbbing clit. You wrapped your lips around her clit sucking harshly making her sit up with a yell and grab your hair again. With your lips still wrapped around it you circled your tongue around her clit pulling more moans from Rhea. You did another suck before pulling off with a very tiny pop. Your hands found her way to her thighs and hips as you thrust your tongue into her hole. “Fuck, good boy. So good for mami.” She praised, throwing her head back in pure pleasure. You continued the onslaught of your tongue for a little longer before switching back to stimulating her clit. You thrusted your fingers back into her while sucking her clit harshly. “God, baby. Your mouth is so much better than Dom’s. Fuck!” She moaned out loudly. Rhea knew how jealous you got about him. She knew it would only spur you on further. And you proved her right by grabbing onto her hips harshly and thrusting your fingers deeper. She groaned out happily at the stimulation. “Fuck. I, I think I’m going to come again.” Rhea stammered out, tugging your hair. You pulled your mouth away from her clit, dipped back into her hole with your tongue, and pulled out your fingers inside her to rub at her clit quickly. Her back arched, her legs trembled and with a yell she squirts? You kept rubbing in hope of pulling more from her as you drank up the liquid. At a certain point the pleasure bleed into pain and she had to use the hand in your hair to pull you away. When you pulled away it dawned on her what happened; you made her squirt.

“Fuck, come here.” Rhea brought her hands to the sides of your face and pulled you towards her. She moaned at the taste of her on your lips “Holy shit.” She breathed out when she pulled away. “Thank you baby. You were so good.” You smiled at the praise “Thank you Rhea.” You whispered into her neck “You’re amazing.” You added. Rhea smiled and wrapped her arms around your torso. Her hands fiddled with your hair as she watched the rest of the movie. “Are you falling asleep?” She whispered “No, but I might. You’re very warm.” You wrapped your hands around her waist “Do you have a tv in your room? We can take a shower and watch the movie there. Then you can go to bed.” You could hear her smiling as she spoke. “Okay.” “Oh and, you can fuck me in the shower since I’ve kind of blueballed you.” You smiled against her neck before grinding your hips down slightly “I can feel you smiling.” She chuckled “Come on baby.”.

[tanleecanthrope]

BARK BARK BARK

Is this what you read about?

GHOSTFACE!RHEA RIPLEY X READER

Summary: rhea takes you to an abandoned library as a surprise date, with another little surprise in store

Warnings: rough sex, strap on, name calling (mami, baby, angel, darling, slut), slight spanking, mask kink, knife play

Let me know if I missed any!!

"Rhea, where the hell are we?" You say as you pull into a dark parking lot. About an hour ago rhea came up to your shared bedroom and stated she was taking you on a date. You got dressed in a cozy sweater and grey skirt with some patterned tights and loafers. You had been sitting in the passenger seat, reading your newest book, when you looked up.

"Just a little spot I caught wind of" Rhea states with her signature devilish smirk. She parks the car and you both get out. As your walking to the front of this building you catch glimpse of a sign that reads 'north orange branch library'. You remembered reading about this, the library was shut down a few months ago and had been completely abandoned since, though it still seemed to be in pretty good shape.

You reach the door right as rhea unlocks it, not bothering to question how she got the key as you walk inside. You walk through the lobby and as you're standing near the front desk you realize the whole place was practically untouched. Shelves and shelves of books, dvds, magazines, and even computers. As you're standing there you hear footsteps approaching behind you, instantly recognizing the sound of your girlfriends boots

The footsteps come to a stop directly behind you. You can feel her body heat from how close she is. Just as you're about to say something you hear her speak.

"Run."

She states simply. You're confused "what?" You question, nearly laughing. You're about to turn to look at her when you feel a cold steel blade against your throat. You gasp at the feeling on the metal against your skin

"I said run."

The raven haired woman removes the knife from your throat and without a second thought you run through the library. The mix of fear and arousal fueling your every bound. You rush part rows and rows of books, looking for a hiding spot. You finally spot a desk nestled nicely in a far corner of the library, you scoot the chair out enough to wedge yourself under the desk. Once you believe yourself to be well hidden you shed your sweater, leaving you in your undershirt, and start to try and listen, straining your ears attempting to hear the footsteps of your hunter.

And then you finally hear the heavy footsteps of combat boots on the thick carpet, and they're close by. Your breathing picks up and you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the breathing. The footsteps, your trying desperately to hear them again, figure out where she could be. You finally hear something "gotcha." The familiar aussie accent echos through your ears as the chair in front of you is abruptly pulled away. You were found. You had choice to make and you had to make it fast, so before rhea could get you in her grasp you duck under the side of the desk and take off down another row of books.

You turn to see if the tall woman was following you and to your surprise when you glance back you're not met with the stunningly crystal blue eyes you're used to but instead the black ones of a ghostface mask. You gasp at the sight and stumble backwards, falling right onto the floor. Watching in an intoxiacating mix of shock, fear, and arousal as her masked figure stalked towards you. Still on the floor you start to crawl backwards until your back hits a bookshelf "nowhere to run now, pretty girl" you hear the tattooed figure announce as she places down her bag.

Your breathing quickens as the tall figure reaches you and squats to your level. She brings the sharp blade to your face, trailing the sharp tip of the knife from your ear to the corner of your lips. Not sharp enough to cut but sharp enough to feel the scratch. She then places the blade at your throat like before, you can't help but gasp and squirm slightly as cold steel contacts your skin. You hear a dark chuckle from rhea as she turns the knife, now using the side of the blade to tilt your head upwards to make eye contact with her. Or with the mask.

"Such a little slut for mami, aren't you?" You let out a slight whimper at her words, she trails the tip of the knife from your throat to your shoulder. Your eyes shut and you continue to breathe heavily as the cool blade glides against your skin. "I asked you a question and I suggest you answer, sweet girl" still trying to regulate your breathing, you don't register her words until you feel the sting of the blade leaving a small slash into your upper arm. You moan in a mix of pain and pleasure at the sensation. "I said answer me." She states sternly, you look up at her "Yes mami" you respond. Her body relaxed at your words, satisfied at the answer.

She leans back slightly, retracting the knife from you skin as she does so. She looks at you for a moment, deciding her next move. "Off" she states gesturing to the grey tank top you had been wearing. You take a second to register the words but quickly do as she says, not wanting another lick of the knife, kicking off your shoes in the process. She admires you for a bit longer before leaning back into, placing the knife back at your throat. She leans in more, slipping a hand behind you, at the base of your spine. You gasp slightly and arch your back into her, she let's out another dark chuckle. Her hand slowly travels up your spine to your bra clasp, snapping it open easily. You let the straps fall down your shoulders and arms before tossing it to the side with your shirt

She looks down, admiring you. "Such a pretty little angel" she says before moving the knife again. She trails the sharp tip down the center of your chest before turning it sideways and pressing the side of the blade against your nipple. You groan and arch into the cold sensation. She then continues trailing the knife around your body, she appears to be following the knife with her eyed but you couldn't tell with the mask. "Please" you half whimper, "Please what, baby? Gotta use your words angel" she responds without missing a beat. You take a breath before continuing your plead, "Please can I see you, mami?" She halts her movements. "You wanna see mami?" She asks as she stands and turns to walk away, you sit there confused until she continues, "you're gonna have to come earn it." She unbuttons and slides off her black jeans and hops onto a near by table, you sit there, dumbfounded and admiring her. "Come here, angel" she says, and pats the inside of her thigh. You finally get up, slightly shaking, and walk over to her. You're standing maybe a foot away from her face, awaiting your next command. "C'mon baby, on your knees"

You drop to your knees without hesitation, you look up at her and she moves her hand to the back of your head. "You know what to do, be a good girl." You move your eyes to her clothed core, placing a gentle kiss against the fabric, causing rhea to gasp slightly, before tugging her panties down her legs and discarding them with the rest of the clothes. "Fuck" you mumble under your breath, even in the dim light of the library you can see her wetness glistening. She applies a slight pressure to the back of your head and you waste no time following her silent command. You dip your tongue down to her entrance, sliding through her folds and up to her clit. You feel her grip your hair tighten as you repeat your movements, she tilts her head back. You can tell she's trying to keep herself together. You move your tongue up to slowly circle her clit, she let's out a drawn out groan. You continue your circles, slowly but surely increasing your pace. "Cmon baby you can go a little harder for mami" she states in a tone clearly telling you she put of breath. You smile slightly knowing that your the one making her lose her composure like this. As you continue your circles on her clit you push your tongue into her harder than before. "Oh fuck! Just like that angel!" She nearly screams as her thighs close around your head, but your movements never falter, determined to make her cum on your tongue. And with just a few more flicks of your tongue she releases with strained whine, clearly biting her lip under the mask.

You pull back and look up at her catching her breath. Having gained some confidence you ask "did I earn my reward mami?" She chuckles darkly before replying, "not quite, darling, now let's see how much of a good girl you can be." She then stands and lifts you on to the table as if you weighed nothing. You then watch as she walks over to where her bag was place, pulling out her favorite deep purple strap. You continue to admire her as she adjusts the harness around her hips. "Like what you see, pretty girl?" She chuckles. "Mhm" is all you can manage as she makes her way over to you. She makes it to you and flips you over on the table, having you now on your stomach. You gasp at the quickness of her actions and watch as her hand moves to grab the knife laying on the table. Next thing you know the blade is being dragged up the the back of you thighs. You can feel the way the nylon of you tights stretches to try and follow the blade as trails closer to your ass. She reaches the hem of your underwear and you feel a small prick along with hearing the sound of tearing fabric as she cuts through your tights and through the back of your underwear, leaving the perfect rip in the fabrics for her to fuck you.

Her hand moves to your hair, leaving soothing scratches, it's only then that your realize how quickly you had been breathing. She let's you catch your breath for a second before taking the tip of the strap and rubbing it up and down your newly exposed slit, you let a loud gasp at the touch and lean your head back into the hand still resting on your scalp. She repeated this movement until you where whimper under her, "Please...rhea" you breath out only to be answered with a sharp smack to your ass. "You know better, baby, try again" she states as she continues her movements. "Please mami" you correct "please fuck me".

You finally feel her slide the tip of the strap into you, "good girl" she moans out as if she were truly entering you. You gasp at the fullness and reach one hand out to grip the end of the table, the other is folded under your chin. Once she bottoms out she gives you bit to adjust before moving, but the moment she does you let out a moan of pure pleasure before pushing your face into your arm to silence yourself. Apon noticing this rhea grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your hair back as her quickly goes for slow and gentle to fast and rough, "If I wanted you to be quite I would have told you too, now don't hide your pretty noises from me, okay darling?" At this point her rough pace has your eyes rolled to the back of your head with your mouth dropped open in a silent scream but you manage to pull yourself together to whimper out a "Yes mami". She releases your hair from her grip but continues her rough treatment of your cunt, both hands gripping your hips as she thrusts in and out of you.

She’s so rough with you that tears start to brim in your eyes and soon enough your gasping for breath while moaning and screaming for her. Unable to focus on anything but her strap and the way it stretches and fills you with every thrust. “Mami” you moan out to her, “yes, what is it darling?” She asks, already knowing what your about to say. “I’m so close mami please can I cum for you?" You plead in a rather pathetic manner, but you’re too fucked out to care. She then rather abruptly pulls out of you, flipping you over onto your back, pulling the mask off and tossing it to the side. “I want to look into your eyes while you come for me, okay baby?” She wastes no time and thrusts the strap back into you, “okay mami” you manage to whine out between gasps me moans. The pleasure is to overwhelming to keep your eyes open and you allow them to slip closed, only to be met with rheas firm grip around your throat. “I said I wanted to look into your eyes, angel, now open them before I stop” not needing anymore warning other than that you snap your eyes open. You are instantly met with rheas beautiful crystal blue eyes, her face red and flushed from the heat of the mask, her hair that was neatly pulled back now has strands falling into her face. The look of her alone could’ve been enough to make you cum but that plus the feeling of her relentlessly pounding into you throws you violently over the edge. You cry out her name as you cum around her strap, still not breaking eye contact, no matter how much your eyes wanted to close.

You simply lay there a moment, catching your breath before rhea pulls some wet wipes from her bag to clean you up. Once you are both redressed you walk out of the library together and you sleep the whole drive home.

Thank you everyone for reading and I am once again so sorry for the wait, I hope it was a good read cause I’ve never really written something like this before ❤️

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🦊 POV:

Pt. 4

you groaned, stomach tense, sex crying for release. she nodded, eyes closed, as she ground her clit into the ankle of your boot, seeking friction.

you finally pulled your short black dress over your hips and dragged down your lace thong and fishnets. you watched her eyes dart from the pool in your underwear to the soft landing strip that crowned your dripping pussy. her mouth lay agape, panting with effort as she fucked herself against your platform, wetness making the leather shine. 'can you use that dumb whore mouth to get mummy of-nnnghhh uh shit bunny, fuck' she had cut off your degradation with a hot mouth, immediately getting to work, collecting wetness with her tongue and running it down your folds. you hissed when she flicked over your clit, beginning a steady assault on the bundle, flattening her tongue, she began to work rhythmic kitten licks on your cunt, hungry for your taste. you watched her beneath you in awe, so focused on the task at hand that her hips had all but stilled, using all the brainpower she currently held on eating you out with fervour. you bounce your ankle to provide friction and she moans into your pussy, beginning a mindless humping that you could watch for hours. the constant attention to your clit was beginning to stoke a heat in your stomach that you chase hungrily, grinding against the wet muscle. you felt a coil tightening, breath hitching slightly. it didn't go unnoticed as she doubled her efforts. your body tensed and you gripped her hair, you needed this, and you knew she would give it to you. for her your pleasure was top priority, you smiled at the fact you knew she probably wouldn't cum on your boot no matter how desperate she was, not until you came first. you were right, her hips had stilled again, effectively pinning your legs in position as she messily lapped away, tongue engulfed in your folds, fiddling with your clit in increasingly faster patterns. you groaned, gripping wispy hair at the base of her neck. she took in a breath, as your breathing became shallow and rapid, thighs tensing, she flexed her tongue, sliding against your clit mindlessly, chasing your release as much as you were. 'mmmm mmnnnghh hgnmmm,' you lurched forward slightly. feeling your brain haze over. 'oh ffuck hmng!' you almost squeaked as she brought you to the edge. she whimpered at your sounds through her efforts. with an expertly timed flick of the tongue, you clamped your thighs over her head, her hungry lapping only increasing as you came with a high pitched moan. stars overtaking your vision, you felt yourself release into her waiting mouth. she picked up speed, drunk on the taste. you all but had to pry her mouth from your clit when you began to twitch from overstimulation. she pouted and settled for gently circling your hole, licking up the wetness there.

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🦊 POV:

Pt. 3

you felt your lover go limp against your shoulder and stilled your bouncing. listening to her choked sobs and ragged breathing seemed to snap you out of your head. you cradled her with one arm, planting a kiss to her sticky temple. 'shhh shhh, i've got you.' you stroke her tear stained cheek and angle her to look at you. she sniffed, avoiding eye contact. 'c'mon bunny, i know i tease to much.' you confess, rubbing circles on her back. slowly her eyes flicked over to meet your soft gaze. 'there's my girl.' her nose crinkled lightly at your praise and you couldn't help pulling her into a heated kiss. you were soft and firm, gentle but warm enough that she knew you didn't intend to pull away. you felt her relax in your arms, lips parting against yours, taking advantage of her waiting mouth, you curled your tongue forward to stroke your lovers inner lip. she moaned lewdly, grinding down onto your lap. you felt a pang of arousal. pulling away with a grin, 'you wanna try something baby?' you husked at her, close enough to taste each others breath. she squirmed against you 'mhm.' you chuckled. this was almost too easy, you made a mental note to tease her about it later. shifting slightly you pulled a small bottle from your side pocket. you unscrewed it, smiling, you'd had poppers at parties before, but hadn't yet had the chance to take them alone. "breathe in." you directed, holding the vial below her nose. eyes snapping open, she groaned as the chemicals hit. you took a sharp inhale yourself and watched her form blur for a few seconds. you grinned giddily, handing the bottle to her, 'again baby, then stopper it.' she took it with shaking hands, breathing in once more, fumbling with the lid. unbeknownst to her you had slid your hand beneath her skirt and were waiting for her hips to fall downwards again. watching her place the bottle down on the couch, her movements further exposing her pale ass. you groaned and cupped your hand into the heat radiating onto your palm. she almost screamed. you clamped your other hand over her mouth. 'jesus christ baby shhhh.' 'you don't want the whole club to know what a messy whore you are for me, do you?' she breathed raggedly through your hand, frantically shaking her head. holy shit... it was like niagara falls. you hadn't even touched her bare pussy yet, but the moisture seeped through the thin lace and coated your fingers in a sticky sheen. you groaned, pushing her underwear to the side and sliding your fingers through the slick, ignoring wanton moans muffled behind your hands. her folds felt like velvet under your fingers, you dragged a digit upward to circle the bundle of nerves, toying with it gently, making her jump. 'now baby. stay quiet or i'll stop.' she gulped. you entered her quickly, two digits, knuckle deep. you hissed as she bit into your shoulder with a pitiful whine. 'gentle baby. gentle.' you warned, pumping your fingers to drill it into her slutty mind. '-msorry' she softly gasped, grinding herself down to meet your thrusts. she was tight, but pooling wetness had your fingers sliding through her like butter. 'you wanna grind dumb bunny?' you taunted her, retracting your fingers. she whined desperately at the loss of contact. you pushed her down your thighs. 'take off your underwear. it's too wet for you to keep on anyway.' she blushed, complying and dropping the garment to her ankles. 'now give them to me, and kneel.' your eyes flared dangerously. she dropped immediately, knees slamming into the tiles. you smiled. she looked so cute with bruised knees. you kicked her legs further apart, watching her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she sank lower to the floor. you caught her with the top of your platform boot, toe pushing into her core. 'o-oh' you watched her face contort as you slid the cool leather over her bare pussy. 'there, you wanted to grind, now grind.' she didn't hesitate, committed to chasing her high. you watched her whimper pathetically against your boot. 'mummy needs some help princess, can you do that for me?'

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Pt. 2

🐰 POV:

You sat, eyes closed, straddling your partners lap in a dark club bathroom. your head was reeling, so high that time seemed to stop, fast forward, and rewind at any given time. you had been worked up all night. your partner had been teasing you all evening, at home while she picked out a lacey purple thong, kissing your thighs as she pulled them up your legs. even at dinner before they hit the clubs her hand was glued to your inner thigh. now after a hit in the smoker's area you were practically floating. you are pulled back into the moment by a manicured thumb running over your lip. you open your mouth, allowing her to enter, the delicate pad pressed flat to your tongue as you tried your best not to grind downward. you felt arms pulling you forward lightly and you follow where they lead, ready for the tingling in your nipples to be over. you sucked around the thumb in your mouth for comfort. unbeknownst to you, your lover smiled and angled her head downward.

you were snapped from your reverie as a strangled moan tore itself from your throat. a soft pair of lips and an agile tongue had set to work on your exposed nipples. 'mmmah! fuck!' you choked, hips cantering rhythmically beyond your control. 'see i told you mummy would fix it, just needed to kiss it better.' she started to grind upwards into you, bumping your pussy through the thin purple thong. 'mummy please-' you begged emptily, not even sure what you needed. 'aww 'mummy please' what? hm?' she mocked with a chuckle, sending tingles to your core. 'didn't i tell you i'd fix it baby? do your nipples feel fuzzy anymore?' she held your chin towards her, forcing eye contact. 'n-no.' you answered truthfully. 'but you did make it fuzzy somewhere else.' you squeaked under your breath, watching as your lovers grin grew wider. 'oh?' she feigned innocence. 'wherever could be bothering you now...' she started to trail her hands over your body. she grazed over your nipples and squeezed your breasts harshly. your lips parted in a soft gasp. 'i'm sure it's around here somewhere...' she mocked, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as the pressure in your core blazed. she groped your bare ass. you moaned loudly, earning yourself a resounding slap to an exposed cheek. the tears threatened to spill now. your clit throbbed uncomfortably as you squirmed against your wife's onslaught. she started jostling you in her lap, causing your pussy to bounce against the material covering her thighs. 'a-a-a-a-ah' you moaned desperately as you bounced, trying to still yourself. she was finding this wildly entertaining. watching you helplessly try and miserably fail to take any semblance of control over the situation. you sniffed and bowed your head into her shoulder, cheeks wet, resigned to take whatever pleasure your partner gave, too far gone to ask for what you really wanted.

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I'm attempting fanfiction idk.

Bunny Pretty x Fox Pretty

F x F, Dom/Sub, Mommy Kink, Intoxication, Semi Public Sex, Denial

Pt 1.

🦊 POV

it was getting late... you watched her float around on the dance floor, eyes red and lids heavy, more than high enough to feel the music. you had picked out a short pink skirt and a tight black top for her to wear out, and you were admiring your handiwork. you could see the bars in her nipples strain against the fabric. she'd complained about how 'fuzzy' it made her feel at dinner earlier that night. you'd feigned concern at her words, cooing in false pity, watching her cheeks flush, the little squirms that she were trying to subdue not going unnoticed.

you watched as she seemed to have her fill of dancing, looking over for you, she reminded you so much of a lost puppy. smiling as you met her eye, she made her way back to the table you sat at with a few friends. snaking herself into your arms and idly sipping at your cocktail. 'hi bunny,' you whispered into her neck, 'been having fun?' you ran your hands down her chest, nails chiming on the metal balls, barely covered by the thin shirt material. she arched her back into your hands 'mmm stop, 's too much.' she hissed as you retracted you nails from their place of previous torture. hm. she wasn't usually so pliable so quickly. you grinned over her shoulder, a devilish idea popping into your head.

'cmon honey i know what will make it better' you said soothingly, excusing yourself from the conversation with friends you'd barely been following. you took her hand and dragged her to a secluded bathroom, locking the door. 'hey honey' you pouted at her, 'you feeling all tingly my sweet girl? i'm sorry that silly little shirt made you feel so funny.' she whined at your words, trying to form a cohesive answer. you watched the cogs turn ever so slowly behind scarlet eyes. 'fuck she's high' you thought in awe, a soft smile playing at your lips. 'over here bunny,' you called in a singsong tone, pulling her towards a chaise lounge in the corner. this club you agreed to tag along to was so well equipped. you thought darkly, 'it's like an invitation.'

you sat down and patted your lap, gesturing for her to come sit on your fishnet clad thighs. she clambered over, her skirt hiking up just below her ass as she settled her legs either side of you. you looked into her blown eyes, and she looked right back into yours.

'hey pretty girl, you ready for me to make it alllll better?' you drew out a few consonants, watching her eyebrows furrow, her stupid brain trying desperately to focus on your words. she nodded dumbly. not good enough. 'ah! tsk, tsk, what did we say about the big girl words bunny?' you looked at her in mock disappointment. '-yes mummy' she squeaked in response almost immediately. she was so far gone. just needed it all to feel better. you'd be suuuch a terrible wife if you didn't at least *try* to help.

'there's my clever little baby, i knew your dumb slutty brain could still follow orders.' you chuckled at her darkly. her lip jut out and she squeaked indignantly. 'cmon sweet girl, you just wanna feel better don't you?' you accentuated your words with hot kisses to her jawline. she moaned softly. 'please.' you smiled wickedly, oh how you truely loved a plea, no matter how delicate.

'sweet girl, i know it feels fuzzy, we're going to make it all better.' 'now take off your shirt.' you requested, rubbing circles on her hips. she looked at you with heavy eyes and swallowed thickly, you wondered if she'd refuse. but slowly she nodded and moved to pull the shirt over her head. you took it all in. the feeing of her practically bare ass against your thighs, the way her soft tits fell forward as the material pulled upward, revealing pink, puffy nipples that hardened against the cool air. her eyes dazed and hair mussed when she was finally free of the tight garment. 'such a good girl, now relax and close your eyes, i'll make it all better, i promise.' you cooed to her, feeling the soft keening of her hips towards your lap. all she could do is whine as she closed her eyes, pushing her chest forward, mushy brain fully expecting her wife to have a cure all prepared. once you had her where you wanted her your eyes darkened considerably. you didn't say HOW you'd make it better.

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WE WANT THE AUDIO

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Instant Attraction

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 11.5k

Notes: Stepmom!Wanda, pining, masturbation, kissing, thigh riding, cheating, mommy kink, lmk if there's anything else,

Summary: Your dad calls you home from college unable to afford for you to dorm. He doesn’t let you know that in the time you were gone, he had gotten married. When you meet his wife Wanda, you're instantly attracted to her. That attraction doesn't seem so one sided.

An: Could be persuaded to write another part... after I finish my request

Masterlist

You grew up in a single-parent household. Your dad spent most of his time at work, trying to provide you a better life. You could never hate him for that. Your mother, she decided that motherhood wasn’t for her when you were around 5. She left one night and never came back.

You weren’t a very social kid. You had a few friends, but no real affinity for going out. There was a preference on your side of things to stay in, watch movies, and play games. Even when you grew your interest stay the same.

There were times were your father nearly forced you out of the house, just so he could see the sun touch your skin.

You weren’t the smartest kid, but you weren’t an idiot either. You took your average grades and went to community college securing yourself a general AA before you decided to transfer to a Cal State University. Though your father originally paid for you to dorm, he mentioned that it was a bit expensive.

So next semester you’d be commuting between home and school. Honestly, you’d only dormed because your father had pushed for it in the first place. He’d thought it’d be a good opportunity for you to branch out.

Your roommate, Kate was pretty cool, but in actuality she was a bit of a loser just like you were.

“Back so soon Y/n L/n?”

The thick accent made a smile tug at the ends of your lips, “What can I say, I missed the scariest neighbor on the block. Who’s going to tarnish your hardcore image if it’s not me, Lena?”

You and Yelena had grown up together, she’d been your neighbor for as long as you could remember. One of the few people that you’d let into your social circle.

“I’m back to stay. My dad told me dorming was too expensive, so I get to come back home.”

Yelena laughs lightly, “I bet it’s out of his range now since he’s caring for a woman and her children .”

You look at her dumbfounded. Slowly the laughter stops and the smile disappears from her face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you not know?”

Her eyes are wide as she stares at you.

“Know what Yelena?”

She begins to sputter, “Holy shit, what kind of father doesn’t tell his daughter this things?”

You grab her by the shoulders and shake her a little, “What kind of things, Yelena? Would you just tell me?”

“Y/n… you’re father. Sometime near the beginning of your semester, he got married.”

Your eyes bulge out of your head, “He did what?!”

“Her name is Wanda, she’s got 2 sons, twins.”

You open and close your mouth a few times. Laughter builds from inside of you and before you know it, it’s spilling out, “Good one Lena, you almost had me there. My father, married. Jesus Christ, this is why I don’t have too many friends.”

“Y/n, I’m serious.”

“Sure you are, now help me take some of this in the house, since you’re here,” you grab a bag from your trunk, shoving it into the blonde’s hands.

You don’t fumble around looking for your keys, instead opting to ring the doorbell. You told your dad you were coming this weekend, and he said he’d be home to let you in.

“Y/n, I’m really not lying about the marriage,” Yelena nudges you as you wait for the door to open.

You roll your eyes, “Even if I did believe you, what poor woman would marry my father?”

You ring the doorbell again, becoming impatient with waiting.

“Red head, green eyes, mother of 2 kids but you can’t tell from her body. She honestly a really attractive woman, don’t know how he did it,” Yelena goes into the details.

You laugh a little more, “This hypothetical woman sounds like my type. Maybe I could steal her from him.”

Yelena joins in on the laughter, “Not with your inability to speak to women.”

You glare at her, “Not funny.”

Finally the door opens, except it’s not your dad. It’s a woman with red hair, green eyes, a body that definitely doesn’t look like she had two kids. You can’t help but gawk at her.

“You must be Y/n, I’m Wanda. Your father told me to welcome you in, he’s working, but he’ll be back soon.”

“Hi, Mrs. Maximoff,” Yelena spoke with a smirk on her face.

“Yelena, it’s good to see you again. Helping Y/n with her bags?”

Yelena nods, “She needs all the help she can get.”

You shove the blonde while maintaining your gaze on the redhead, “You married my dad?”

She laughs at the disbelief in your voice, “Yes, I did sweetheart. Is that alright with you?”

You’re at a loss for words when you hear her call you sweetheart, “I um… I’m going to head to my room.”

You rush into the house and up the stairs past the red head. Yelena offers the woman a bright smile as she trails behind you a much slower pace.

When the blonde enters your old room she finds you pacing back and forth. Your teeth are sinking into one of your knuckles as you try to get your thoughts going.

“So…”

“You weren’t lying,” you whisper, more to yourself than her.

“I was not.”

You keep pacing, “She has two kids?”

“Yup,” she pops the ‘p', taking a seat on your bed.

You pull out your phone to call your dad. The phone rings, so long that you almost hang up.

“Hey kid, what’s going on?”

You feel your anger growing at his relaxed tone, “ I just got home… and there’s a woman in our house. A woman that Yelena told me that you are married to! Dad, what the fuck? When did you get married? Who is this woman? When did you start dating? She has kids?”

“One question at a time Y/n, please.”

You scoff over the phone, “No, you’ve been lying to me for months now, possibly longer. I deserve the truth.”

You hear him sigh over the phone, “You’re right. I wanted to tell you, but I just didn’t know the right time. Wanda and I had been dating for almost 2 years, I didn’t want to introduce you two before I was sure she was the one.”

“Well technically you still haven’t introduced us. You were supposed to be here today.”

He sighs again, “I know kid, but work called last minute. I know I should’ve been there for this, and I’m fucking it up, but I swear Wanda is amazing, you just have to get to know her.”

“When did you get married?”

“A week after you left, it was… spontaneous. We ended up at courthouse and next thing I know, I’m Mr. Shawn Maximoff.”

You furrow your brow, “You took her last name?”

“It sounds cooler,” he concedes.

It does sound cooler so you don’t argue with him.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me. We’re supposed to be in this together. Thick as thieves, I have your back and you have mine, but you’re lying to me about things this important,” you sit on your bed next to Yelena.

“Y/n, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to I promise. How about I come home right now, and we can talk about it in person?”

“That’s a start,” you relent.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, love you.”

You let out a sigh of your own, “Love you, bye.”

When you hang up the phone, your head lands on Yelena’s shoulder. She pulls you into her side, rubbing your shoulder for comfort.

“There, there my friend. I’m sure everything will work out fine between you and your father. If not, you could always go with the plan of stealing Wanda away from him.”

You push her away from you, “Not funny.”

Yelena raises her hands in surrender, “It was just a suggestion.”

“Help me unpack,” you begin to unload your belongings.

Yelena deflates, but helps you regardless. When you’re done you can hear a car pull up in the driveway.

“Looks like your dad’s home.”

“Great.”

Yelena starts making her way to your bedroom door, “I love you, but I am not staying for whatever talk is about to transpire.”

“Fair,” you follow her to the front door.

“Last thing, will you be calling her mommy because-"

You open the door and push her through it, “Goodbye, Yelena.”

Your dad walks into the frame, chuckling at the scene. He waves to your friend, “Goodbye Yelena.”

She waves back, “Bye Shawn, bye Y/n.”

He closes the door behind him. Your dad turns to you and opens his arms. As upset as you are with him, you can’t deny him the hug. You wrap your arms around him, and he squeezes you tightly.

“Believe it or not, I really missed you kid.”

“Enough to get a whole new family,” you shot back him.

“That’s fair, let’s talk in the back.”

You agree, but you don’t make it to the backyard before running into Wanda again.

“Honey you’re home early,” Wanda strides past you and kisses your father.

The sight is strange to you. You knew that your father had dated after your mother, but he never brought anyone home. You had never seen him be intimate with anyone, it felt weird. At least that’s what you think the feeling is.

“I am, I owe Y/n an explanation for some things . So I thought it was best to come home and straighten things out.”

Wanda seems to understand what he’s alluding to, “Alright, while the two of you talk how about I get dinner started.”

They kiss again, and this time you turn away.

“Sounds good, let’s go kid.”

You follow your dad through kitchen and to the backyard. He stops for a second in the kitchen to grab two beers, before continuing outside. The two of you sit on the patio chairs, facing out towards the yard.

He opens both the drinks and hands you one wordlessly. You hate beer, but you’re not turning down this moment with your dad.

“I was lonely for a long time when your mom left Y/n. I wanted to unpack those feelings, but there was one feeling that I felt more than loneliness and that was fear. Fear that I wouldn’t be able to take care of you and that someone would take you away. There was nearly 10 years that I pushed those feelings of loneliness down, to focus on you, on us. It was what I supposed to do and I don’t regret it. I know I wasn’t always there for you in the way you needed me to be, but just know I was always thinking about how I could be better for you.”

He stops to take a swig of his beer, “Eventually, once I thought that you were old enough, I started dating. Nothing really stuck until I met Wanda. It was a chance encounter at some coffee place, she’d just had finalized her divorce. I wasn’t sure about it, but I also just couldn’t let her go without giving it a shot. Low and behold a shot turned into 2 years.”

You take a large gulp of beer, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared. I didn’t know how you’d react. We don’t really talk about your feelings about your mom, I just didn’t want you to think- that I was trying to put someone in that spot for you."

“I understand that feeling, but I would’ve like to meet her before you know, you got married.”

“It was so just such a quick decision. That we were already married before I realized that I fucked up. There wasn’t a ceremony or anything,” he explains.

You drink some more, “But it’s been months dad. You know I thought Yelena was lying to me in the driveway when she was saying something about a wife and 2 kids.”

He looks into his lap, “The longer I waited, the harder it got. I felt like a kid who was going to get scolded, I didn’t feel like I had the right words. I still don’t think I do. ‘Hey sport, so I’ve been seeing someone for 2 years and I got married how’s your first week of college going’.”

You laugh, “I guess I can see where you’re coming from, but I don’t want to be left in the dark like this ever again.”

“Yes mam,” he salutes you. “So how was your first semester? Get into any trouble, join any clubs, get a girlfriend maybe?”

You stop him there, “Pump your brakes, I still have questions about… your marriage. Like where are the two kids?”

“They’re at their father’s house. They usually do two weeks there, two weeks here. I think they might be spending more time with him this summer. Billy and Tommy are great kids, I think you’d get along with them pretty well. They’re into games and stuff like you. You’ll meet them. ”

“I’m assuming they’re younger.”

“15.”

Your eyes go wide, “She has two 15-year-old kids?”

Your dad chuckles, “Yes, she does. Wanda is actually older than me.”

“Bullshit,” you say in disbelief.

“Swear to god, I’m serious. She’s a really cool person once you get to know her.”

You hum, “Well she’s already in the family, so I don’t really have a choice, do I Mr. Maximoff?”

He gets up from his seat, beer bottle empty, “Isn’t your generation supposed to be the progressive one?”

You follow his lead, downing the rest of your drink, “You’re the one giving it negative connotation.”

“Whatever kid, I'm going to change out of my work clothes. How about you see if Wanda needs any help in the kitchen?”

You take in a deep breath, “I’ll do my best.”

He places a hand on your shoulder, leading you back inside, “She’s a nice woman Y/n, she’s not going to bite your head off or anything.”

Once you’re back inside, your dad heads upstairs, while to go towards the kitchen.

“It smells really good in here,” you say entering the space.

“Thanks, I’m trying something new today. Your dad said you’re a bit of a picky eater, but I hope you’ll like it.”

“Between us, I’ve always just said that because dad only knows how to cook 3 things,” you joke, and find yourself smiling harder when you hear Wanda laugh.

“Let me guess, burger, steak, salmon?”

“You survived eating the salmon?”

She laughs even harder, covering her mouth, “There were a few bones, but it was an honest attempt.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You ask, but you can see that she’s about done with everything.

“Could just get the plates for me, I know they’re right by me, but I have to keep stirring or-”

“It’s no problem, Wanda.”

You cut her off politely. The plates are stashed right above the stove. You come up behind Wanda, who is stirring the food in the skillet. You are taller than her so reaching above her is no problem. The only thing that you are unsure about is standing so close behind her.

Your front is only centimeters away from touching her back. When you reach over her, you think you hear her curse to herself.

“Is everything alright?”

“The food just got me a little, all good.”

You grab the plates and sit them on the counter next to her.

“So Y/n I hear you’re an English major.”

You nod, “I am.”

“I was too back in my day.”

You can't help but shake your head, “You look like you could still be in college.”

You see her blush at your words turning off the stove. You don’t know why seeing her blush makes you feel smug, but it does.

“Oh stop it,” she looks away from you.

“I’m serious, Wanda. I would’ve never guessed you were a mother let alone to two teenagers,” you continue to compliment her.

“A lot of people are surprised when I tell them how old I am,” she admits. “They all say that I look good for my age.”

You catch her gaze, “They should just tell you that you look good. Age is irrelevant.”

“You’re quite the charmer Y/n. I don’t blame them, I’m nearly 50.”

Your eyes go wide, “Wanda, I don’t believe you.”

She laughs, “It’s true, I’m 45.”

“I’d believe you if you said 25,” you’re serious when you speak.

The compliment flusters her, “Could you help me take the plates to the table?”

You grab 2 of the 3 plates sitting them at the table. You would’ve thought that Wanda would’ve set her plate next to your dad, but instead she sits next to you.

“You can dig in when you’re ready, no need to let the food get cold waiting for your dad.”

You take her words to heart and begin eating. After the first bite you find it impossible to stop. It tastes as good as it smelt while cooking. You could cry at the home cooked meal. Ramen packets and fast food could not compare. You had been prepared for a burger that your dad made or to go out for dinner, but this was better than you could’ve expected.

“I take it, you like it,” amusement present in her voice as she watches you devour the food.

“I haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time and if I’m bring honest they never tasted like this.”

“Do you cook at all?”

You nod, “You’re looking at the family chef. I didn’t want to always eat steak, burger, and spaghetti. “

“How could I forget about the spaghetti? He’ll literally eat it all week.”

“Now you see why I was surprised when I found out he was married.”

Your dad finally makes an appearance, “What’s wrong with my spaghetti?”

“Nothing its good spaghetti, but all week dad?

“Well if it’s good, then I don’t see the problem.”

The three of you sit and chat through dinner. It comes surprisingly easy as you find yourself enamored by Wanda. You hang on every word she says, there’s this twinkle in her eye when she speaks. Her expressions are right there on her sleeves.

You don’t miss the way she bites her lip while she’s thinking, or the small hint of an accent in certain things she says. It makes you wonder more about how your dad could ever manage a woman like this.

When everyone is done eating, you stand up and begin to collect the dishes.

“I’ve got it Y/n,” Wanda tries to take them from you, but you stop her.

“No, it’s alright, you cooked it’s only fair I do the dishes.”

She smiles, giving your father a pointed look, “Maybe someone else should take notes.”

He gives you a playful glare, “Home for a couple hours and already making me look bad.”

You start on the dishes, taking the moment to yourself to gather your thoughts. No matter how many subjects you tried to shift through, the one your mind kept falling back to was Wanda.

She was truly one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. She was a virtual stranger to you, so there was nothing wrong with finding her attractive. You’d only just met her, it would take some time to get used to seeing her as your dad’s wife.

“I think that one is clean.”

Wanda’s voice startles you a bit causing you to jump lightly. Heat fills your face as embarrassment sets in.

“You caught me lost in thought,” your nerves are still high as you speak.

“What’s got you so far away sweetheart?”

You make the mistake of looking into her eyes. The genuine curiosity behind them paired with a gentle worry conveyed by the small furrow in her brow. You’re gawking again, your focus returns to the dishes.

“It’s just been me and my dad for long time.”

“I understand that , I know that you’re just meeting me-"

You stop her, “You’re lovely, Wanda. I’m not- I don’t have concerns about your relationship with him. I just… I don't know where I fit into all of this. With me moving back home, I feel like a stranger.”

Wanda takes the dish out of your hands and sits it in the rack. If she cares about the moisture level of your hands, she doesn’t say anything. She takes them in her own and looks into your eyes.

“This is your home Y/n. You will never be a stranger in it. It’s a lot to get used to, especially when it’s sprung on you so quickly and I'm sorry for that. Consider it my goal to make you feel at home.”

You don’t know when your eyes dropped to her lips, but it was abundantly clear they had when she stopped speaking.

“Sweetheart?”

You blink a few times regaining your awareness, quickly pulling your hand from hers, “Sorry, long day. I think I’ll turn in for the night, but thank you Wanda… for the food and the talk.”

You rush upstairs and close yourself in your room. What you never noticed was the faint blush on Wanda’s cheeks. She had seen you focus in on her lips while speaking. Honestly, she was finding the way you were looking at her hard to ignore. There was such a wanting in them. She was trying to ignore it, while still getting to know you, but that task was beginning to seem difficult.

She decided to wipe up the kitchen area. Her thoughts wander to when she opened the door for you. The way your eyes traveled the length of her body, the way your mouth stayed agape when she spoke.

You didn’t look a lot like your father. Wanda noted that you were tall and sort of lanky like he was, and you had a lot of his mannerisms, but physically she assumed you looked like your mother. You had soft features, that might have clashed a little with your urban aesthetic.

You presented yourself much how your dad described you. A bit shy, but truly a good mannered, funny kid. Wanda expected a little more social ineptitude, but she was surprised with how chatty you ended up being.

She wondered if it had anything to do with the way you perceived her. Truth be told she felt sorry for you, your father should’ve told you about this a while ago. She had heard about you and pressed to meet you, but he always had some excuse to why you couldn’t meet.

“So, what do you think?”

“I wish I would’ve met her a little earlier but she seems like a good kid,” Wanda turns to face her husband.

The man frowns, “I’m sorry, seeing you both interact made me realize that I could’ve done this much sooner.”

“How do you think she’ll interact with the boys?”

He smiles, “Y/n is basically one of the boys. You’ll see that side of her eventually. She’ll be in that room for the foreseeable future, until Yelena or someone else drags her out.”

“I could take her out for a girl’s day,” Wanda suggests.

Shawn laughs at her, “I’ve never known her to be into any of that stuff, but if that’s something you want to do, let me know. I’d probably have to convince her to agree.”

Wanda shakes her head, “I think I can get her to go all on my own.”

“Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’ll see you upstairs.”

The man makes his way upstairs to the bed. Wanda on the other hand, stays finishing up some minor things in the kitchen, before heading up herself.

She heads straight for the bathroom, ready to get the smell of the kitchen off of her. She wasn’t paying much attention on her way, looking at her phone. That’s how she found herself running straight into you. She would’ve fell if it weren’t your strong grip on her hips.

She went to apologize, but the words died on her lips as she saw water droplets falling from your skin. Her hands pressed against your slightly damp pajama shirt, in order to stabilize herself.

The shirt was thin enough, for her to feel your abdomen through it. She found herself at a loss for words.

“Are you alright Wanda?”

She nods meekly, “Sorry sweetheart, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“It’s no biggie, as long as you’re ok,” you help her fully upright, hands not leaving her side.

“All good, thanks to you,” Wanda struggles to meet your eyes.

You are about to squeeze her sides when you remember who this woman is. Your hands fall to your sides quickly. Nervous laughter build up in your throat, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Y/n I was wondering if you'd be interested in having a girl’s day with me, before my boys come. I think it’d be good to have some bonding time.”

“I um- I’ve never really had a girl’s day,” you scratch the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Well, it’ll be my treat?”

You nod, “Ok, like tomorrow or…”

“Tomorrow is perfect.”

You give a thumbs up and make your way to your room, while Wanda goes into the bathroom.

You plop straight into your bed, slapping your hand on to your face, “Really Y/n, a girl’s day. What were we thinking?”

You knew exactly what you were thinking. Alone time with Wanda, piqued your interest. The feeling of her in her hands felt like it was etched into your memory. The way she was looking at you made your heart pound in your chest.

As you lay in bed, your mind begins to paint vulgar images in your head. Ones that you had yet to experience due to your introverted lifestyle. The farthest you had gone with another girl was some lackluster dry humping.

That didn’t stop you from imagining your hands on Wanda’s body. The way she softly gasped when your hands stopped her from falling. The feeling of her fingers against your abdomen, blessed for the thing material of your shirt. The addictive color of her lips, and how they could move against yours.

You couldn’t sleep with her on your mind and the wetness pooling between your legs. You sit up in your bed, leaning back against the headboard. It’s only a moment of contemplation, before you stick your hand under the band of your pajama pants.

Your fingers are determined as they draw tight fast circles around your clit. You want to expedite the experience as much as possible. There couldn’t be anytime to dwell on who you were thinking about.

With your eyes closed you could see her taking her shirt off. Her skin soft and cool under your fingertips. A trail of goosebumps in your wake. You could see her craning her neck as you sucked on the exposed skin, marking her as your own. You could feel her hands tugging at your hair, moaning your name as you tasted her.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you came with a grunt. Your eyes still closed as your fingers stilled against the mess you made of yourself.

On the other side of your bedroom door, Wanda was standing there in shock. She had heard some sounds coming from your room after exiting the bathroom. When she realized what the sounds were, she thought she should leave. Yet the sound of her name being whispered on your tongue along with the sound of you playing with yourself, kept her in place.

She found herself worked up after her shower. Wishing that she would’ve cracked the door to see you, touching yourself with her in mind. Simultaneously scolding herself for having thoughts like this running through her head.

She married your father, she liked your father, he was a decent man. He was good to her and her boys. So what if he was always working, who cares that he hid their entire relationship from the most important person in his life, and does it even matter that he hasn’t ever really given her an orgasm. This was her new husband and she shouldn’t be thinking about his daughter in this way.

Maybe asking for a girl’s day, wasn’t a good idea. Being closer to you seemed like a dangerous game, lines that Wanda couldn’t allow herself to cross.

It was hard for her, knowing your young prying eyes were on her. From what she had heard, you already wanted her. The token of a youthful want and desire, it went right to her core.

When she finally made her way back to her room, she had decided that she needed some relief. She was going to seek it from your father, but the man already laid snoring. She shook him a couple of times in hopes to wake him up, but her attempts were met with swats of her hand and incoherent grunting.

Wanda huffed with irritation sliding into her side of the bed. She let herself get off to the thought of you that night unable to think herself guilty.

Your father was out of the house before Wanda or yourself had woken up in the morning. Wanda hated waking up to an empty bed, but it had become her new normal.

She didn't bother getting ready for the day yet. She simply stretched some, before brushing her teeth, and heading downstairs for breakfast. She was surprised to find you in the kitchen, cooking.

You hadn’t recognized her presence yet, too caught up in breakfast. Music played lowly through the kitchen and you hummed along. You thought it’d be a nice gesture to make breakfast since Wanda had cooked dinner last night.

The older woman watched you in somewhat of a trance. Your movements were a little clumsy, but it was clear that you had been doing it like this for a while. She could see herself coming up behind you and wrapping herself around you as you cooked for her.

Her muscles twitched at the thought. She took in a deep breath before she finally announced her presence, “Good morning.”

You turn away from the stove to smile at her, “Perfect timing, I'm almost done with breakfast.”

“You didn't have to do all of this, your dad’s not even here to enjoy it.”

You shrug your shoulders, “I figured he’d be at work anyway. Consider this a thank you for dinner."

You bring her a plate along with some coffee before getting your own.

“Y/n, this is amazing,” Wanda praises you.

You grow bashful, “It’s nothing really. So, what’s on the agenda for our girl’s day?”

Wanda ponders for a moment, “How about you tell me some things you like to do and we’ll go from there?”

You stumble a bit, “I uh- I don't really like to do much. Dad and I never really did anything more than like going to a park and sometimes fishing.”

“What about the mall? People your age are into shopping, right?”

You laugh, “I’ve only really been back to school shopping.”

Wanda shakes her head, “Today, I guess I’m going to introduce you to some of life’s little luxuries. I’m going to need you to trust me.”

You give her a small smile, “I trust you.”

You say it so earnestly that it nearly scares her.

“Good, so we’ll head out after we’re done eating and getting dressed.”

After cleaning up and getting dressed you regrouped in the living room. You tried your best to not let your eyes linger over Wanda’s attire. She wore a simple yellow sundress, it wasn’t anything extravagant but it looked good on her. It almost made you want to change out of your t-shirt and jeans, feeling a little underdressed.

“Ready?”

You answer her, and soon you’re in the passenger seat of her car with no idea where you’re going. You both make pleasant small talk, not really feeling the need to fill the silence. The only thing you make conscious effort to do is not stare at her cleavage in the dress.

It hard to erase the images that you pictured last night, but for your own sake you try.

The first place Wanda takes you is a nail shop. You had been before, but it had honestly been years. She opted for a manicure and pedicure, while you just got a manicure. You were usually a clear coat type of girl but today you decided to get black paint.

After your nails, Wanda decides to take you to the mall.

“Ok, whatever you want in here, is on me today,” she says as you enter the shopping center.

Your eyes go wide, “Wanda, I couldn't ask you for that.”

“Good thing you didn't ask sweetheart,” she responds and you feel yourself melt a little.

“I’m not even good at shopping, I don't really know what looks good on me,” you admit to the woman.

She pauses her steps to give you a once over. Her eyes dragging slowly across your body, as if she was personally undressing you then and there.

“Honey, you should've never told me that. Now, I’m afraid you're going to have to indulge me through these stores.”

“What does that mean?”

Wanda’s tone is playful, “Don’t worry your little head about it sweetheart, I’m going to help you find some clothes.”

It's not a second later that she’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a clothing store. She starts grabbing clothes and holding them up to your body, trying to see what looks good. She had a pile of clothes in her arms that she was shoving into your hands.

“Try these on,” she pushes you to the dressing rooms.

A lot of the stuff she had was stuff you’d never grab for yourself, but it did all look good on you. There were a few pieces, particularly crop tops, that you weren’t too sure about.

“I think I look weird,” you come out in the crop top.

You have something of a jacket over it. You look down at your exposed stomach before looking up at Wanda. There’s something in the way she’s looking at you.

“It looks good,” her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. “But if you’re uncomfortable then you don’t have to get it.”

“Do you really think it looks ok?”

She stands from her spot and makes her way over to you. Her hands fiddle with the end of the shirt. She adjust the waistband of your jeans. With a few quick tugs, she has you seeing the outfit in a different way.

“I do.”

You nod, “Ok, I see it.”

“You should wear it out,” she suggests and you comply.

You thought it’d be over after the one store but Wanda takes you into 3 more clothing store, racking up a whole new wardrobe. At the end you practically had to beg her not to spend any more money.

“Do you want to go in there, your dad mentioned you’re a big gamer?”

She nods her head to the video game store that you admittedly had been eyeing since the last store you went in.

You shake your head, “You’ve already spent so much and games are like $70 now.”

“ So I’m going to take that as a yes,” she starts walking ahead into the store.

You groan, but follow her in anyway, “Wanda, can I ask what you do for work?”

She laughs, “Why, so you can feel a little better about me spending the money?”

“Maybe,” you say browsing through a few games.

“Well, I used to work in real estate and now I do editing for major publications books, magazines, things like that.”

“That seems like a big jump,” you point out.

She nods, “It is, but I’m much happier editing than I was selling houses. The real estate did give me a good standing to be able to chase and finance my dreams. It’s honestly given me more money than I know what to do with. So I usually just don’t do anything with it.”

“Does my dad know?”

Wanda adverts her eyes, “No, he doesn’t. Your dad really enjoys being a provider. He wants to be the breadwinner and bring home the bacon. He doesn’t even let me pay for dinner. I pay for some of the bills at home and he doesn’t even want me to do that. I’ve been trying to coerce him into letting me do more but-”

“He’s a stubborn guy,” you finish her thoughts. “When I was in high school, I got a job at the movie theater to help out with some things around the house and for college. Dad was really…insecure about letting me help. He wanted to prove he could do it on his own.”

Her eyes soften, “Oh wow."

“Yeah, I think it has something to do with my mom walking out on us, but I don’t know. We never really talked about it,” you say picking up a game.

Wanda knew this topic to be sensitive to your dad. He had mentioned it, but never went into detail. When Wanda tried to press for information, he'd either shut down or get irritated, she wonders if he was the same with you.

“No pressure, but if you ever want to talk about it or vent, I’m here for you.” She takes the game from your hands, “I know it’s not your dad’s favorite topic and I know I don’t have the answers you’re probably looking for, but I don’t mind listening to you.”

You look at her for a long moment. Your eyes are watering against your will. You blink back the tears and nod silently. You never really talked about your mom, truth be told you never unpacked those feelings yourself.

“I- I’ve never really talked about it with anyone. I don’t know how I feel about it, I mean I was only 5.”

Wanda thinks of her words carefully, “Do you remember her?”

You laugh lightly, still pretending to browse the games, “Of course I do, she was my mom. She brushed my hair, tucked me in, put band aids on my scrapes and cuts, and she never got mad when I got grass stains on my clothes.”

Wanda keeps quiet as she senses you have more to say.

“She was a stay-at-home mom, so I spent most of my time with her. I don’t- I wish I remembered what she looked like more. I look like her, I know I do, but… I don’t know it’s not enough.”

Wanda rests her hand on your back. Rubbing small circles bringing you more comfort than you thought you needed. You place your hand in her other hand, sighing deeply.

“I wish I knew why she left. Dad never told me, I just know that one day I woke up and she wasn’t there. He told me she wasn’t coming back. I never wanted to ask him, he was already doing so much to prove that he could be enough. I’m grateful for that, for him… but in the back of my mind I can’t help but wonder, you know.”

A teardrop falling onto your cheek, pulls you quickly out of the moment. You wipe your eyes with your sleeve and take a step back from Wanda.

“Y/n-"

“I’ve heard really cool things about that game. I’ve been wanting it for a few months now,” you pivot topics, clearing your throat.

“Then it’s yours sweetheart.”

You were grateful that she just let it go.

After that you both decide to call it a day and head back home. You bring all of your new clothes to your room and begin to put them away. You decide to take a quick shower and change into more comfortable clothes before heading down to the living room. Usually you’d keep to yourself in your room, but you were secretly hoping Wanda would join you.

“What’re you watching?”

“Back to the Future, it’s one of my favorites,” you make room for her on the couch next to you.

She takes a seat, “Mine too.”

You perk up, “Really?”

She nods, “Me and my brother used to watch it all the time when we were younger.”

The two of you sit in silence as you watch the movie. Unbeknownst to either of, the space between you grows slimmer by the minute. You take a peek at the woman to find her eyes fluttering, before they finally close. She had already nearly been laying on the couch. Her feet are up, bent to lay over each other. She had been holding up her head in her hand. Now as she fell unconscious her head had drops into your lap.

You feel your heart rate pick up. The movie suddenly becomes uninteresting. You don’t want to move, unwilling to wake the woman. She looks peaceful in her sleep. You notice how she twitches lightly and though you shouldn’t your fingers begin to comb through her hair. She hums in your lap, but you don’t still. Your fingers work gingerly to bring her comfort.

She stops twitching and you refocus on the movie with your hand still in her hair. Eventually you find yourself dozing off as well.

“Well, well, well looks like girl’s day was a success,” it’s your father’s voice that wakes both you and Wanda.

The red head becomes alert first, she notes her position in your lap and your hand in her hair and immediately bolts up right. You’re slower to come to stretching widely before open your eyes.

“Yeah, it was pretty fun,” you say while yawning.

“I see some nail polish Y/n, that’s new.”

You shrug, “It’s not the first time.”

“I know but it’s been a while, having another girl around the house is nice, isn’t it?”

You let out a huff of irritation, completely aware of what he was insinuating. For the most part your dad was in support of your sexuality. However, there were some jokes he just couldn’t let go of. The “gay” thing was fine with him, but he still believed that you could stand to be more ladylike. Which was completely rich coming from the man that raised you on fishing trips, Miller Lite, and WWE.

“So, ladies what’s for dinner?”

Wanda goes to answer but you speak over her, “Honestly dad, I was hoping for some of your burgers tonight.”

Your father beams with excitement, “Will do kiddo, just let me shower first and I’ll be in the kitchen.”

You both watch as he wanders up the stairs.

“You didn’t want to cook, did you?”

“No, not really. Thank you for the save and for letting me nap on you,” she adverts her gaze as she speaks to you.

“I’m happy to help in any way I can,” you say to her, not noticing the undertone of your statement.

Her eyes become dark as she looks at you. The lust filled look in her eyes has you reeling at what you said. There’s no point in taking it back now. You swallow thickly under her gaze, but don't make any motion to move away from her. Instead, you find yourself compelled to lean in closer.

Wanda let’s you get within a few inches of her face, before breathlessly letting your name fall from her lips, “Y/n.”

You close your eyes, “You can’t just say my name like that, Wanda.”

“You can’t make statements like the one you made,” she fires back.

Both of you give leeway to how you’re actual feeling. You go to move closer to her, but her hand on your shoulder keeps you away. It honestly breaks you from whatever pulled you in, in the first place

The tips of your ears heat up as you stand abruptly, “Sorry, I- I’ll see you at dinner.”

Much like when you were a teenager you lock yourself in your room. Wanda picks up a pillow from the couch putting it over her head, pretending to scream into it.

You send a quick text to Yelena. Something along the lines of saying you should hang out tomorrow. She is in disbelief at the fact that you want to do something out of the house, but is equally as excited. She says she’s taking advantage of this and keeping you out all day.

You needed to get out of the house. You stayed in it so much because you deemed it as a safe space. However, with Wanda around… you didn’t know if you could truly call it safe. It had only taken two days for you to almost kiss her.

There wasn’t a bone in your body that was used to moving this quickly. It had taken you years to develop your first crush and even longer before you acted on any such feeling. Yet with Wanda everything felt different. You weren’t a believer in love at first sight, you wouldn’t call what you were feeling love. This attraction… for lack of a better term just felt intense.

It was almost as if every interaction had a double meaning to it. It was something that the other woman was clearly also aware of. Neither of you should be acting on it and technically you hadn’t done anything. The problem was that you wanted to, and you didn’t see those feelings going away anytime soon. It was only the second day and you had the rest of your life to go.

One day out with Yelena became a couple days of the week out with her. You even had started texting your former roommate to see if she’d be down to hangout as well. So save for the first two days, you spent every day out and about.

You had similar plans for the next week too, but they came to a halt quickly when your dad mentioned Wanda’s kids coming back from their dad’s. He made it clear that he wanted you to be there to meet them so your plans of avoiding home, became a little more complicated.

So once again you were stuck in your room. The doorbell ringing is the only reason you had left the space. You knew that your dad was out and Wanda was working in her office at the time, so you were the only option.

It rang one more time, before you got to it. When you open the door, you are met by two teenage boys and an older looking man. You stare at them and they stare back at you.

“Is Wanda in? I would like to have a talk with her,” the man in the middle speaks.

“She’s working right now.”

He rolls his eyes, “And who are you exactly?”

Something about his tone makes you jaw twitch, “I’m Y/n, Shawn’s kid.”

“Right, the one he was hiding away.”

“Dad-”

Dealing with stuck up assholes was unfortunately nothing new to you, “Billy, Tommy you guys can head on in.”

They look from their father to you before quickly making the decision to go inside. The man trues to go in behind but you block his entry.

“They live here, you don’t. I suggest you try talking to Wanda again sometime next week…” you smile at him.

“Jarvis,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Goodbye Jarvis,” you slam the door in his face.

You clap your hands together as you turn around. You slightly startle at the presence of the teen boys behind you. There’s an awkward silence as you stare at each other.

“So, your mom said you guys are gamers?”

That’s all it took for the three of you to hunker down in the living room and start gaming. From Mario Kart to Mario Party to Mortal Kombat, the three of you rotted the day away. You end up ordering some pizza and junk food, which is essential for all gaming marathons.

“I love your style by the way,” Billy says grabbing a slice of pizza.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “You might as well just ask me if I'm gay.”

Tommy laughs at this, which earns him a slap in the arm from Billy.

“Well… are you?”

“Yep.”

“Girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Nope, how about you two?”

Billy smiles, “I have a boyfriend.”

He goes on telling you some details. You genuinely feel happy for the boy. To be young, out, and dating is really cool.

“That’s really cool Billy.”

“Thanks, I wish my dad thought so too.”

Tommy jumps in the conversation, “Dad is fucking stupid, what does he know about any kind of relationship.”

You agree with Tommy, “I mean he did fumble your mom.”

They both laugh, but Billy brings the conversation back, “I just wish he was more accepting.”

“He’s either going to come around because he loves you or keep showing you who he really is. Either way you still have your mom, your bother, your boyfriend, and even me to rely on. So just cause your dad isn’t accepting doesn't mean you aren’t accepted,” you tell him sincerely.

“He wanted to talk to mom about Billy’s boyfriend. He thinks it’s… inappropriate,” Tommy spills.

“Well I don't think it's any of his business, and even if he did tell your mom she’d have your back,” you say like it’s obvious.

“If who told me what?”

Wanda comes out from her office and her kids greet her. She’s surprised to see you downstairs with them, but doesn’t comment on it.

“Dad doesn't approve of Billy’s boyfriend,” Tommy says again earning an agitated look from his brother.

“Yeah, he was going to talk to you, but Y/n kicked him out,” Billy says awkwardly.

You keep your focus on the game, “I didn’t kick him out… I slammed the door in his face.”

“Y/n!”

“It was well deserved. He asked who I was, I told him. Then the asshole has the audacity to refer to me as ‘the one he was hiding' when trying to get into my house. I think the fuck not.”

Wanda walks in front of your TV blocking the game. You pause it and look up at her to find an unexpected fury in her eyes.

“What did he say to you?”

You meet her eyes, urging her to calm down, “I handled it.”

She takes the hint, moving out of your way, “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

She then focuses on talking with her children, recapping the week that they had. Billy also goes into some less than nice details of what his father had to say about his boyfriend.

Wanda’s hand presses against her brow line hearing the details. She’s clearly irritated with the twin’s father.

“I’ll talk to him, and you tell me if he says anything else. I have no issue coming to get you guys if he makes you uncomfortable,” Wanda says hugging the boys.

You take this moment between the family to go upstairs. You breath in the minute to yourself. The twins were nice, and it was cool to have people in the house to game with. They’d seem like people who’d you befriend at their age.

“Thanks for hanging out with my kids and for the stuff with their dad,” Wanda stands in your doorway.

You give her a small nod, “Billy and Tommy are cool. Their dad… less cool. So it was my pleasure to slam the door in his face.”

Wanda chuckles, “Jarvis is an asshole.”

You join in on her laughter, “Yeah, I definitely can’t see you with that guy.”

“I was young and naïve. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have stayed for so long.”

“How young?”

Wanda sighs, “18. He was older, more appealing back then.”

You can’t hide your reaction, “Oh.”

“Yeah, but that asshole gave me my kids. So I guess he was good for something.”

You disagree with her, “Just cause a guy is good for something, doesn’t mean he’s good for you.”

“Where were you when I was in my prime, Y/n?” her words have a double meaning.

You look at her, more serious than a heart attack, “I’m right here, and your prime is far from over.”

She shudders under your look, “Y/n.”

“I wish you could feel how hard it is for me to do the right thing, Wanda. I hate leaving the house, but I know if I was here all day with just you, I’d lose it.”

You’re lying on your back in bed. Your eyes cut from Wanda to the ceiling.

“Y/n, I’m married to your father.”

“He doesn’t even fuck you,” you say with a bored tone.

“Y/n!”

You don’t return her reaction, “I’ve been waiting to see if I’d have to plug my ears, or move downstairs so I didn’t have to hear. But it hasn’t happened yet. Probably too tired from work.”

“Y/n my kids are downstairs.”

Your head falls into your hands, “I’m sorry. I-I’m going to head out for a bit.”

You get up and go for your door. Wanda doesn’t move out of your way. She stands still in your doorframe.

“Where are you going?”

“I don't know, Lena’s if she’s home.”

Wanda frowns hearing this, “You don’t have to-”

You lock eyes with her’s, “I do.”

Wanda’s hand caresses your cheek. You lean into her touch. You hear her take an unsteady breath.

“You make this so hard for me.”

She slowly removes her hand, only to replace it with her lips. It’s enough to ignite a fire in your body. They linger, much longer than they should.

“Be safe,” she fixes your clothes a little, before finally clearing your path.

“Wanda-"

“I’ll see you back for dinner,” she says walking away from you.

When you think she can't see you anymore, you touch your cheek. The spot where her lips had been. You slip out of the house and make your way to Yelena’s.

You knock on the door and wait for her to answer. When she does, you don't let her say anything. You drag her upstairs to her room. You lock her door, before you start pacing in her room. She sits on her bed watching you.

“So… are you going to tell me what this is about?”

“I need this to be a judgement free zone.”

Yelena tilts her head, “Then why come here?”

“Yelena, I’m serious.”

She raises her hands in surrender at your snappy tone, “Fine, what is it?”

“I’m attracted to Wanda, and I think… she’s attracted to me.”

Yelena laughs as you stare at her. The laughter goes on for minutes before she realizes that you aren't laughing.

“Y/n, are you being serious?”

You close your eyes, “Lena there’s this tension. I just thought it was in my head. I almost kissed her, I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve been going out, and stuff just to stay away from her. She’s driving me insane.”

“You tried to kiss her!”

“She gave me this kiss on the cheek. She said I was making it hard for her. Yelena I’ve never felt like this for anyone,” you tell your best friend.

“Dude you’re fucked,” is all that she says.

“I know.”

“She’s your dad’s wife.”

“I know.”

“She has 2 kids.”

“I know.”

“Did I say she’s your dad’s wife already?”

You groan joining her on the bed, “I- I don’t know if I care about it. I mean I do, but he doesn’t even treat her that good. It could be worse, but it’s not great.”

“And you think you can do better?”

“I’d worship her.”

Yelena shakes her head, “I can’t believe you right now. You’re trying to get with your dad’s wife, she’s like almost 30 years older than you.”

“Can you blame me, you’ve seen her? It’s not my fault. If I would’ve met her before, maybe it would be different. It’s just like I come home and there’s this undeniably attractive woman in my house. She doesn’t feel like my dad’s wife to me."

Yelena nods along, “That’s fair, but Y/n this is insane.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Let’s go to a club.”

Your eyes widen, “A club?”

“Lots of attractive people who are closer to your age and eligible,” she reasons with you.

“I’m not even supposed to be out right now. My dad says I have to be home to get acclimated with Wanda’s kids. They leave in a week.”

She claps her hands together, “Alright then, next week we’re going clubbing.”

You get a text from Wanda saying your father is on the way home. You know it’s her way of saying you need to be back soon.

“What should I do in the mean time?”

Yelena searches for an answer before landing on, “Act like she’s your mom.”

You gag at the thought, “Ew.”

Yelena reacts gleefully, “Exactly.”

You pause before exiting, “Technically… she is a milf though.”

“Y/n L/n get a fucking grip,” Yelena says with amusement.

“I’m trying, but she won’t let me,” you whine.

“You having a thing for older women makes so much sense. No wonder you had a crush on Natasha.”

You send her a playful glare, “We do not talk about the dark ages.”

“It’s alright, I forgive you. I don’t know if your dad will be as forgiving as I am.”

You shrug, “I’ll test it out and let you know.”

She leads you to her front door, “Think about the club. Focus on it, breathe it in. Dream about it. Do not think about fucking your step mom.”

“Too late for that,” you shrug again.

“Just get out already, I’m running low on things to say back.”

“Bye Lena,” you say as she basically pushes you out of her door.

You make it back just before your dad gets there. It’s interesting seeing him interact with Billy and Tommy. It’s clear to you that he favors Tommy a little more. It’s just in the way he speaks. It bothers you a bit and you make sure to include Billy any time that you can in conversation.

You can feel Wanda’s eyes on you throughout the dinner, but you keep your attention with the boys and your dad.

“So I have a bit of an announcement to make,” your father says, gathering everyone’s attention. “I have an opportunity to get a promotion at work.”

“That’s great honey, we’re so proud of you,” Wanda gives him a quick kiss.

You try your best to hold back any malice with a fake smile on your face.

“Well, the thing is I’d need to go out of town for a bit to secure the position,” he says and you feel Wanda’s mood shift.

“For how long dad?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink.

He winces, “At least a month, maybe more.” He begins to pile on in an effort to make it seem less drastic. “It’s really a once in a lifetime opportunity, I've been working there for so long it feels overdue, but with this money our lives could change dramatically. We could move, Y/n you could go back to dorming, it would be-”

“You already accepted it didn't you?”

Wanda’s tone is guarded as she speaks. It's clear that she's unhappy and you don't blame her.

You sigh pushing yourself away from the table, “Congratulations dad, I’m going to head up to my room now.”

“Wait.” Wanda’s voice stops you in your tracks. “How do you feel about this Y/n?”

“I uh-”

“Don’t drag my kid into this.”

Wanda starts gesturing with her hands, “I’m not, she’s bound to have an opinion. She lives here, she’s your daughter, and she came back home because of you. Now you’re bailing.”

“It’s not a big deal. I’m used to him being busy,” you try to mediate.

Your dad throws his hands up, “What is that supposed to mean?”

You give him your honest opinion, “It means you’re busy. You were late to my graduation because of work. You missed my award ceremonies. There wasn’t any point in me signing up for extracurriculars because you’d never take me or show up anyway. It’s nothing personal dad, it’s just the truth.”

“I was providing for you,” he throws it back in your face.

Your shoulders drop, “I know and I’m grateful, but-” you stop yourself. Instead you just head for your room. You hear him call after you, but you don’t respond.

It’s not soon after that you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. There’s a soft knock on your door. You don’t say anything as Billy and Tommy slip into your room.

“They’re still going at it,” Tommy announces.

“Do they… do this a lot?” You ask the boys.

Billy answers, “When any sort of quality time is involved.”

You scoff, “Classic.”

Tommy places a hand on your shoulder, “We get it you know.”

“Sometimes you just wish they were there for you,” Billy finishes the sentence.

You feel yourself breaking down but refuse to let the tears fall. Tommy pulls you into a hug and Billy joins in soon after. You center yourself in their embrace. It’s not a comfort that you’re used to experiencing, you appreciate it immensely.

At some point during this moment the voices downstairs escalate to yelling. It quickly grabs your attention and has you realizing that you are the only other adult present in this moment. It feels like your responsibility to try to shield them from this, even if they are on the older side of things. Teenagers are still kids. Hell you still feel like a kid in your early twenties.

You place a hand on Billy’s head and the other on Tommy’s, “Thanks kids. I’m going to go handle downstairs, you stay up here.”

Tommy interjects, “I think-”

You stop him, “I’ve got it, trust me. They’re going to get noise complaint if things keep going.”

You steel yourself as you go downstairs to find Wanda and your father in the middle of a heated argument. They’re both standing, yelling in each other’s faces.

“SO WHAT SHAWN YOU LEAVE FOR OVER A MONTH AND DON’T EVEN THINK TO RUN IT BY ME FIRST?”

“RUN IT BY YOU FOR WHAT WANDA? YOU AREN’T MY MOTHER.”

“I AM YOUR WIFE, OR HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT? TOO BUSY WORKING TO EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE ME.”

“WHEN DID YOU BECOME SUCH A NEEDY BI-“

“ENOUGH,” you cut your father off in the middle of his sentence. The couple looks at you, and you can feel the anger simmering in their gazes. “It’s late, you’re going to get the police called with all of your arguing.”

“Well if-”

“Stop. The conversation is going nowhere because you aren’t having a conversation, you’re just screaming at each other,” you tell them.

“Y/n, you should stay out of this,” your father glare at you.

“I would love to, only we can all hear you upstairs. You either need to table this conversation for another time or go somewhere else to talk. Neither of you should be acting like this in front of your kids. I don’t care who started it, if you both plan on staying here tonight it’s over right now.”

Wanda is the one to take in a deep breath. She looks between you and your father. There’s something behind her eyes but you’re focused on the task at hand.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” she walks away from the table, past you, and disappears up the stairs.

You muster up all the disappointment you possibly can as you take in your father’s appearance, “She has a right to be upset with you. It seems like you keep hiding these really important, life altering things from her. You have to be more upfront, more honest with her.”

“How was I supposed to know she’d react this way?”

You level with him, “You had to have expected something like this, it’s why you didn't tell her in the first place.”

“Maybe I did, I just… I really want this,” he says slumping down on the couch.

“Wanda doesn’t seem like the unsupportive type. It’s all in your delivery. You need to apologize, before you leave. When are you leaving?”

“In 3 days.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Christ dad.”

“I know, I know. I’ll take her out tomorrow and we'll talk it out there.”

You nod, turning to go back to your room.

“Kid wait.” You pause at his call. “What were you going to say back there, before you went to your room?”

It takes you a moment to respond, “Sometimes I just wanted someone to be there for me. My dad, my mom, just someone. You were always busy with work and I was always alone.”

You don’t give him a chance to say anything else as you go up the stairs. His eyes follow you until you disappear. He sighs, leaning back into the couch, feeling like he could scream. He was failing, and he had 3 days to fix it.

When go back upstairs the boys are passed out on your bed. You think about waking them up, but decide against it. You settle on going into their room. It’s not until you shut the door behind you, that you notice the red head sitting on one of the beds in the room.

You take a seat on the bed that she’s not sitting on. The silence is heavy as you stare at each other. You can see the emotions running through her eyes. The anger, the frustration, and the lust. Your heart beat is steady as you look back at her.

“Do you think I’m in the wrong?” her voice is small when she asks.

“No, I just don’t think you know what kind of guy you married. He’s never going to be around enough and he’s never going to pick you over work. I’m not trying to be an asshole, it’s just the truth,” you speak bluntly.

“If you-" Wanda stops her sentence in its tracks.

“Honestly if I were him, I’d turn it down. I wouldn’t want to leave you for a month, but he's not me.”

“No, he isn’t,” she breathes out.

There’s another silence. Then it happens, so suddenly that you nearly freeze. Wanda’s lips are on yours. Her hands are planted in your hair and yours rest on the dips of her hips. Your back lays flat against the mattress.

Your tongue slips into her mouth causing you both to moan. Her hips roll on your lap and you grunt at the sensation. Your lips leave her mouth only to kiss down the side of her neck. As much as you want to leave a hickey you don’t. It’s not until your tongue runs across the top of her breast that she partial breaks from the trance.

“Y/n,” it’s a whine from her lips. The sound is entirely to intoxicating.

You begin to guide her hips against your thigh. Her sundress not leaving much fabric between her cunt and your sweats.

“Y/n we shouldn’t,” her hips follow your movements though her words tell you different.

“Just let me make you cum, please. Please Wanda, get off on my thigh,” your words are low as you beg her.

“Fuck,” Wanda watches the way your eyes don’t move from where she grinds on your thigh.

She lifts the sundress slightly so you can have a better view.

“Oh god,” you groan at the sight of the dampness of her panties. It turns you on even more.

Wanda finds herself grinding down harder, chasing her orgasm. You hold her firmly, helping create more friction. You find yourself getting off on the image before you.

“Fuck, use me. I know he can’t do it, so let me be useful. Fucking use my thigh. You’re so hot, shit I wish I could have you like this every night. I’m so desperate for you. I’m going to cum just from having you on me, fuck mommy.”

Wanda’s body completely falls into your arms. She shakes as she cums, leaving a mess on your sweatpants. She’s trying and failing to catch her breath as you hold her upright. Her head lolls into your shoulder.

“Did you really cum?” she says lips brushing against your ear.

You nod dumbly.

She moans again, “That’s so fucking hot.” She places a kiss right below your ear. “And what did you call me?”

Your chest heaves as you breathe out a response, “Mommy.”

She purrs in your ear before pulling away some. She grabs a fistful of your shirt pulling you into a searing kiss.

“We’re doing this again. Do you understand sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy.”

She kisses your head one last time before getting off of your lap. You don’t miss the way her legs shutter as she gets up. You whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry detka, we’ve got a little time to ourselves coming up. Mommy will let you go as far as you can handle, and maybe a little more than that.”

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elphie let her SMASH

so that one deleted scene....

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