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wanda maximoff x reader

tags: mommy kink, degradation, dumbification, mommy wanda, obsessive!stalker!wanda, somnophilia, dub-con, strap-ons, face slapping, jealousy, manipulation, sub reader, dom wanda maximoff, oral (r giving). MINORS DNI.

word count: 5351

summary: after a fateful encounter with wanda maximoff, she promptly becomes obsessed with you to the point of becoming your stalker. but she loves you. you’ll see. and you love her too, whether you know it or not.

a/n: kdjhahjfkjfj first fic post here O_O hope you like this :>

Wanda had been watching you for a few weeks before she finally made her move. Her obsession started when she walked into the cafe you worked at. She ordered an Americano and you asked where she was from.

‘Where… I’m from?’ Wanda hesitated. You were so pretty.

A laugh escaped you and Wanda nearly melted onto the cafe floors. ‘Yes. Your accent,’ you responded, twirling your fingers in the air as if it helped better explain what you were asking her.

‘I’m from Sokovia,’ Wanda answered.

Two weeks later, you were walking down Thirty-First Street, heading to your shift at the cafe, when you collided into someone. You had hardly been paying attention, so you couldn’t say whose fault it was, but your mind stopped in its tracks when you looked up from your coffee-soaked uniform to the woman in front of you.

“Oh, you’re the one from Sokovia! Small Americano. Remember me?”

Of course Wanda remembered you. She’d placed eight cameras in your apartment and watched you intently through her laptop ever since she followed you home the first day she’d met you. You were such a cute little bimbo, forgetting to lock your front door every time you came home from work all tired. Wanda would wait for you to fall asleep, peering into your apartment window through binoculars in her car before she crept into your apartment.

She watched you doze off in your bed peacefully, still in your work uniform. You were such a hardworking girl. Wanda watched you at work, sitting quietly in the background while she observed your determined efforts. You were hardly praised enough for it, and all the managers devalued your efforts.

You would come home to an empty apartment, dinner uncooked and bed unmade. You didn’t deserve that. Once, when Wanda had let her emotions get ahead of her, she made your bed for you while you were at work, and even put a little something special in your water pitcher to have you in a deep sleep in no time at all.

She undressed your pretty body and put you in a skimpy pink lacy nightgown while you were otherwise incapacitated. Wanda took pictures of you asleep in your cute little nightgown, your face relaxed and your body completely vulnerable. She groped your breasts in your sleep, recording your little whimpers as she took your nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.

Wanda placed a few more cameras in your place that night in order to officially cover every inch of your apartment. Not a single thing you did at home would be unwatched by her. She took photos of the shampoo and body wash you used, the pills you took. Before leaving, she took three pairs of used panties from your hamper. A gentle, loving kiss was placed on your temple, and Wanda left, locking your apartment door behind her.

When you awoke from your induced slumber, you had simply figured that you had forgotten you changed before you fell asleep.

The last few of Wanda’s days went something like that.

“I do remember you,” Wanda answered, feigning shock at seeing you in public as if she didn’t know exactly what time you started work and what time you got off today. “And I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going at all.” It pained her to have ruined your outfit like that, to have possibly burned your soft sensitive skin under your clothes no matter how much she had blown at the beverage, trying to cool it down for you.

You waved your hand dismissively. “Please, don’t worry about it. It’s just my work uniform,” you reassured her. Your eyes ran down Wanda’s body and shivers ran up her spine at your undivided attention. She was wearing black ripped jeans, a black long-sleeved shirt, and a hunter green jacket atop of it. Long brown hair fanned down her chest.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes ran over the details of her outfit. Wanda was wearing layered necklaces. Several black and silver rings adorned her long slender fingers. She was an extremely gorgeous woman, and the way her green eyes focused on you didn’t help the way you swooned as she continued to stare at you intently.

“But you must be hurt,” you noted and took a step forward to her. You were thinking of… her? Wanda had just spilled coffee all over you, and the first concern you voiced was about her. Wanda flushed as you took the soaked coffee cup out of her hand carefully and threw it into the garbage can beside the two of you. “I think I have a few napkins in my bag.” You slipped your backpack strap from your shoulder and zipped it open before digging through it for some napkins.

Wanda wished she had her camera with her now to capture the subtle lines between your eyebrows as they furrowed together in concern for her, and her only. You were so cute. “You’re so sweet, thank you.” She watched you blush at her words. “I’m Wanda. I didn’t get your name the last time we met.”

And that singular white lie led to a friendship.

But your tight friendship with Wanda was short-lived.

It was lovely at first, her cherishing you and her generosity, but Wanda quickly became increasingly obsessive. She would become angry when you chose to hang out with your other friends over her. She would show up while you were working when you had never even told her you had a shift that day. She’d constantly be checking up on you, especially when you were out with other people. A few sweet texts here and there would soon turn to at least four every hour.

The worst of all was when you tried to talk to her about it.

‘Wanda, you’re obsessed with me! I want a friend, not a stalker!’

‘I can be both.’

‘You sound delusional.’

Wanda would harden immediately when you said things like that. She wouldn’t deny your accusations nor would she outright agree with them. It almost seemed like she liked when you said things like that. But it was becoming harder to decipher what she was thinking as time went on.

There was another time when you went to her house after a night out with your friends.

‘Darling,’ Wanda greeted when she opened her front door to you. ‘How was your night out?’

‘Are you joking?' you snapped the moment you had your chance to speak. ‘How do you think my night out was?’ Wanda looked completely confused. She sincerely had no idea what was wrong with texting you thirty times that night without even a single response from you, repeatedly asking you where you were and who you were with.

‘I would never want to hurt you, lyubov. If you want me to stop, then I will.’ And she did. Wanda stopped texting you entirely when you went out, and while you did detest the way she obsessed over you, you still wanted her to text you sometimes, at least. She didn’t even text to ask you if you had gotten home safely anymore.

But Wanda was tracking you every night. The night you had gone to her place to scold her, she had put a bug in your phone. Every night you were out, she watched your every move. While she was making dinner, while she was on the couch watching a movie, she had her laptop open, watching the red dot of your cellphone move around the map of the city.

She knew when you were at work, when you left, and when you got home. From then on until you left for work the next morning, she watched you through the cameras she had set up. You didn’t need to tell Wanda your plans, because she’d already know them all.

Sitting by her laptop, Wanda had a notebook filled with your typical schedule for every week, and she’d update it every time you went out after work, and each time you got back home. She didn’t sleep quite well without seeing you fall asleep first, watching the soft rising and falling of your chest as you were wrapped in your blankets and pillows.

Your words didn’t hurt Wanda as much as they told her to be more subtle. She knew you were a dumb little baby, who didn’t know what she wanted for herself yet until Wanda told you. But that was okay. She’d be patient. Until then, she’d just watch you. She’d watch you shower with your panties in her hand having brought it up to her nose, the other trapped between her thighs as she masturbated to you. She’d take her bottom lip between her teeth as you changed in your bedroom. And she’d finger herself again. Sometimes, when she was lucky, you’d masturbate for her. All for her, whether you knew it or not. And you’d come together.

You texted her one night while you were in bed. It’d been a week since you went to her place and fought with her. Wanda watched her laptop screen in the dark of her room as you were buried in blankets and pillows in bed, the dim light from your phone illuminating your face. She zoomed into your phone screen to find you were texting someone. She zoomed in further, squinting.

The contact read her name.

You were trying to text her.

Wanda watched as you typed up several words, sometimes several sentences, before you ended up deleting them all at once. It seemed you were having a difficult time trying to figure out what to message her. She wished she could see exactly what you were typing into the message box, but her cameras couldn't capture it. Wanda jotted down a reminder in her notebook to buy higher quality cameras for your apartment.

Her phone buzzed by her hip and Wanda picked it up quickly, eyes flickering between you and the device. You were biting down on your bottom lip anxiously waiting for her response.

The text read: ‘Hi, Wanda. Are you awake?’

Wanda was thrilled to have you talking to her again. Butterflies flew in her stomach wildly while she watched as you anticipated her response. She couldn’t stop herself from responding instantly. ‘Hi. I'm awake. Why are you?’ Her eyes raised from her phone to see your reaction to her text. A smile formed on your lips at her quick reply, and you turned over onto your side.

‘I came home late. How are you? It’s been a really long time since we last talked.’ Your response came just as fast as Wanda’s.

‘I know. Are you still angry with me?’

You felt guilt gnaw at you at Wanda’s fixation with the fight. To have that being the first thing she brought up meant that it must’ve been on her mind. You sent her another message, ‘No. I’m not mad at you anymore. Can I see you soon? I really want to talk with you.’

It excited Wanda to no end recalling the way she could see you, every inch of you and wherever you went, all the while you hadn’t seen her in a week. ‘If you’d like to,’ Wanda texted back. A sadistic part of her wanted to see you squirm, wanted to see the pang of pain on your face as you came to a conclusion that she just didn’t care about you as much anymore.

‘I would really like that. Can I see you tomorrow?’

‘I’m busy tomorrow.’ That was completely untrue, however. Wanda’s plans for tomorrow were to watch and track you all day.

There was a hesitation before your next response. Wanda watched a mix of guilt and pain appear on your expression as you winced. Your reply was overly cheery despite the conflict that was evidently going through your head. ‘That’s okay! Just text me when you’re free and I’ll make sure I’m able to see you. I’m here whenever you want to see me, Wanda :)’

That couldn’t have been more true.

Wanda put her phone down and continued to watch you on her laptop as you stared hopefully at your phone still, waiting for her response. But one did not come. You put your phone down by your pillow and curled up on your side. You fell asleep several minutes after, and Wanda followed suit.

As if the conversation had never happened, Wanda watched as you brought a woman into your apartment for lunch the following day. She was immediately enraged at the sight. You typically never had people over. What was that woman doing there?

You sat her down in the dining room and took a seat beside her. What were you talking about with her?

You placed your chin in your palm and spoke to the woman with a smile. The woman inched closer to you with a smug smile, as if she was expecting to get something from her interaction with you. The fucking slut. Wanda had no idea why she was in your apartment, sitting much too close to you, the very day after you had told her you wanted to see her.

It wasn’t as if you knew there were cameras set up in your apartment, so everything you were doing was completely candid. Why were you with her?

Within the next hour, you had made lunch for you and your guest. She had gone to the washroom once and dug through your things unbeknownst to you, but not to Wanda. The woman was obviously interested in you. Once she left the washroom, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her. You were so mindless. All you did was smile and let her do it. How dare she take advantage of you like that? Wanda could never blame you, her precious girl. You just didn’t know how terribly you missed her.

You were conflicted, Wanda was sure. You didn’t know if mommy still wanted you back, so you called up some other spineless broad to take her place. She wasn’t even that pretty. But Wanda still wanted you. She always would, more than anyone else you’d ever know.

You went without a text from Wanda all day. Even while you had your coworker Natasha over, you couldn’t help the way you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Wanda’s classic text reading, ‘Hi, malysh. How is everything going?’ If she ended up texting you several times in a single hour again, you promised yourself you wouldn’t complain about it again.

“Is something wrong?” Natasha asked you while you were checking your phone again while washing dishes.

“No. Why?” you responded, looking over at her.

“You keep checking your phone. Thought maybe you were waiting for some news or something.”

“Oh. No, no news. I’ll put my phone away.”

You put your phone in your pocket but kept a mindful eye out for any of its vibrations.

Not a single one came.

You supposed that Wanda didn’t care what you were doing anymore. You shouldn’t have yelled at her when she was just concerned about you. You should’ve spoken to her more gently rather than blowing up all at once. Maybe you’d text her again tonight.

Natasha left an hour earlier than she said she would. The two of you agreed it would be best, but you felt immensely guilty anyways. Well, no matter. You could start texting Wanda again.

You texted her after cleaning the kitchen and living room up from any trace of Natasha. Wanda quite appreciated the sentiment. She took it as you purging your entire apartment of the desperate bitch.

‘Hey, Wanda! I just wanted to text you again, I was thinking about you. How was your day? :)’

Your text to Wanda sounded entirely too desperate, but you missed her so much. As obsessive as she could be, you missed her company, missed someone being concerned for you. And you missed having her close. Her green eyes and her long hair. Her ring-clad fingers and her Sokovian accent.

Perhaps, you even missed her obsession too.

You fell asleep in bed waiting for Wanda’s response. It would be well into the night when you’d hear from her again.

The sweetest thing was that Wanda didn’t need to slip you a little pill for you to fall asleep. You were already tired from having Natasha over, keeping up appearances and pretending as if you cared about her nearly as much as you did Wanda.

Wanda knew how much you missed her. How much you loved her. She knew it because she watched it. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. And it was time the two of you stopped hiding how you felt about each other.

Pressure built at the base of your spine as you slept, growing painfully. It made you wince in your sleep. Your arms raised to massage the pressure while you were half asleep, but your wrists were held over your head. As you began to awaken, the pressure at the base of your spine grew. To the space between your thighs. Up your lower stomach. There was a clawing at your left hip.

“I’ve missed you so much, detka,” a voice spoke through your haze. Wanda.

Dream or not, you responded hazily, “Wanda. Do you still care about me?”

“Mommy cares about you so much, puppy,” the voice answered back. There was a kiss placed on your neck and you stirred awake.

You could see clearly now. And you could hear clearly, too. Wanda was grunting in your ear while she bucked her hips against you. You let out a groan when the pressure between your hips resonated throughout your entire body. You felt, now, that your head was knocking against the headboard softly, and the headboard against the wall behind the bed. And Wanda was on top of you, one hand groping your breast harshly, the other scratching at your hip.

The Sokovian was groaning in your ear as she fucked into you rigourously. You squirmed under her and Wanda held you ever tighter, preventing you from moving even in the slightest. “Wanda!” you whimpered, screwing your eyes together. Panic rose up your throat and your hips thrashed upwards, which only let Wanda thrust into you deeper. Her hand found your wrists again, and you struggled against her hold over your head, but Wanda’s nails dug into your skin.

Wanda lifted her head to meet your lips with hers. She moaned into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. “I love you, malysh. You don’t know how much I-”

“Get off of me!” you quaked, finally breaking one of your hands out from Wanda’s hold to hit her, anywhere. The heel of your hand found her cheekbone and you pushed her face away.

Her behaviour switched like the flick of a switch. Wanda straightened and ceased the movement of her hips, straddling yours to look down at you. Her arm raised before slapping you across the face. Hard. Your cheek stung and tears pooled in your eyes. “Don’t fucking do that to me,” Wanda growled. “You’ve been so unfair, reprimanding me for loving you. Don’t you know I’m just concerned for you, baby?”

She leaned back down so her dark locks tickled your cheeks. “I love you so much, Y/N. You hurt my feelings when you treat me like I’m some freak. I’m not a monster. I love you,” said Wanda. You turned your head to the side slowly to face her. When you ran your eyes down her face, it was just Wanda. The same Wanda who you’d made a small Americano when you first met. The same Wanda from Sokovia. The woman you've grown to love. The woman who loved you too.

“I’m sorry. I love you too, Wanda,” you found yourself saying. Wanda’s hand had loosened around your wrists and you lifted your arms to cup her face with both hands. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Wanda’s hands moved up your sides, her thumbs moving over the swells of your breasts. A small whimper escaped you as she pressed the pads of her fingers into your nipples. “That other bitch that came here earlier- she doesn’t know you like I do. She wouldn’t be able to fuck you like I do,” she told you. She cupped your cheek softly.

“The other… Natasha? How do you know she came here?”

“Is that her name? Natasha? Not that it matters much, because you’re not allowed to see her again.”

Your face screwed together in confusion and your hands dropped from Wanda’s face. “What are you saying? I’m allowed to make my own decisions. I get to choose who to be friends with,” you argued.

“That just isn’t true, puppy. You know it isn’t,” Wanda cooed, stroking your cheekbone with her thumb. “You’re too little and dumb to make your own decisions. Tell me, did you feel good about getting mad at mommy?”

“Stop talking to me like that,” you muttered, looking away.

With her hand still on your cheek, Wanda turned your head and made you look back up at her. “Don’t get all fussy, baby. Mommy’s just trying to take care of you the best way she knows how. My little girl deserves to be taken care of.” Wanda had always been like this before. Her consistent concern over you was always simultaneously condescending and sickly sweet. It made butterflies flutter around wildly in your stomach. Warm honey would melt down your chest, soon to encapsulate your every limb in Wanda’s sugary concern for you.

“You don’t know what you want for yourself. Not really. But mommy will tell you exactly what you want. Exactly what you need.” Wanda leaned down to kiss your lips, her nose brushing against yours and her brown hair fanning across your chest. “Doesn’t that sound good, puppy?” she asked against your soft lips, green eyes piercing into yours, even through the dark of your room. “Mommy will take care of you. You don’t have to worry about a single thing.”

You were enamoured by Wanda. The soothing hum of her voice. The warmth of her body as she laid atop you. The sincerity in her eyes when she told you she loved you. “Mommy…” you whispered into the space between her parted lips. Wanda could feel your warm breath in her mouth. She kissed you again, her lips grazing against your teeth.

Wanda twitched her hips forward and your walls squeezed around her strap. “Tell me you love me,” she commanded into your mouth, opening her eyes to meet yours.

“I love you,” you tell her. “I’m yours, mommy. Only yours.”

It felt as if a dozen electrical currents ran through Wanda’s body when she heard you call yourself hers. Such things only happened in her dreams. “Malyshka…” Wanda whispered out against your neck. She gripped your hip tighter, her nails digging painful half-moon crescents into your skin. Her other hand tucked itself under the loose shirt you were wearing to grope your breast again. With her hold stern on your body, Wanda began to thrust into you again.

Your head fell back down onto your pillow and your back arched from the bed.

“You’re so pretty, detka,” Wanda told you. Wrapping her fingers around the hem of your shirt, she lifted it over your head, exposing your bare chest to her. She lifted you from the bed so you were sitting in her lap. Both of her hands went to your waist, hoisting you up and setting you down, helping you ride her cock. “I’ve watched you through my cameras for weeks, only wishing I was able to touch you like this. I should’ve known you would whore yourself out to me this easily. If I had known earlier, I would’ve taken you for myself the same day I met you.”

Your mind was muddled, fogged with the feeling of Wanda’s hands on you, her strap eight inches in you, stretching your walls out. You barely paid attention to Wanda’s outright confession that she had been stalking you.

Wanda ducked her head down and wrapped her lips around one of your erect nipples. She suckled softly at first, but soon added her tongue into the mix, flicking at your bud teasingly while her teeth nipped at you, causing you to push your chest further into her mouth. Wanda groaned at your fervour, her hands pushing into your back, causing you to grind down on her strap. She scratched at your back greedily, her fingers digging into the ribbed edges of your spine.

With her knees pressed into your bed, she bucked her hips up into you. Your legs were bent, knees pressed into the sides of Wanda’s waist. Your arms were wrapped around her neck, trying your best not to fall backwards as she ploughed into you. Within every slap of your skins, a mix of whimpers and groans found their rhythm. Wanda rounded her hands from your back to your waist, and she let you lay down onto the bed carefully, her strap still buried deep within you.

A hand was placed on the pillow beside your head as Wanda steadied herself on top of you. You looked up at her, compliance written on every inch of your face, and even in the way you moaned out for her. Your volume was unrestricted by even your own humility, and Wanda found herself hoping your neighbours heard her fucking you. She wanted for the whole apartment building to know you were hers.

Wanda backhanded you suddenly, the impact meeting your skin loudly. Before you could even gasp, Wanda slapped you again with her palm. “Oh, I love that,” she husked out. “My beautiful little fucktoy. You’d let mommy do anything to you, huh? Slap you around, fuck you in your sleep? My stupid little cock whore, I love you so much. All mine, little puppy.” Her words seemed so contradictory, as if Wanda couldn’t figure out whether she loved or hated you. But the truth was that she loved how mindless and dumb you were. Her pretty girl.

“Can you cum for me? Cum for mommy,” Wanda said to you sweetly between groans. Even while muffled, speaking against your breast, she sounded alike to a siren. Tempting and alluring. With one wrong step, she would have you tumble into a deep trough, but you were willing to sully yourself for her. Wanda pulled back to hook your knees around her forearm before pushing them back, pressing your knees into your chest. You looked so cute like this, all bundled up for mommy to fuck.

Your hips began bucking up from the bed desperately as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tighten, and you suddenly became overly aware of everything- your head as it hit the headboard, your helpless body as it was bent to whichever position was easiest for Wanda to fuck into you. Strands of your hair were stuck to your temples as beads of sweat made your body glisten.

Wanda took hold of your hips, lifting your ass completely from your bed sheets so you were being held up by your shoulders. She slid her cock into you repeatedly as if you were no more than a lifeless doll. Your legs were still bent towards your chest, knees pressing into you as you were pulled forward roughly, forced to take Wanda’s entire length before she pushed you backwards off of her strap. Her every entrance started from her strap’s tip all the way down to its leather harness. Wanda watched intently as your pussy lips wrapped around her, your hole accepting her cock desperately.

The coil in your lower stomach finally snapped, and a prolonged cry escaped you. Wanda’s thumbs pressed into the empty space by your hips, jerking your body up and down harshly so your breasts bounced beautifully on your chest with every impact. Green eyes explored your body as your orgasm washed over you. You were so perfect. Your ass was beaten raw by the time Wanda pulled her strap out of you.

Your body had slumped back down onto your bed, your knees falling limp to the side as Wanda let go of you. Your cheeks stung with the lingering feelings of her slaps.

Wanda’s strap was unfastened from her hips and she threw it to the side of your bed. She mounted you again, kissing your face all over. “Baby…” she uttered out against your forehead.

“Tired, mommy,” you whispered out, your throat mewled raw.

“I know, princess. But I need you to do something for me,” Wanda told you, her hot breath trickling down your jaw to your neck.

You opened your eyes to look at her drowsily. She smiled down at you proudly. “Seeing you all fucked out, slapping you around, it’s made mommy all wet down there. Do something for me, baby, and let mommy ride your face, hm?” A sleepy smile and affirming hum from you was the only thing Wanda needed to climb up your body and sit on your face.

Wanda straddled your head with her thighs. You brought yourself as close as you could get to your senses while opening your mouth wide and stiffening your tongue. You inhaled Wanda’s sweet musky scent before she sat herself down on your face. Your hands found her thighs, pulling her down further onto your face, quickly becoming addicted to her taste. Wanda groaned and took hold of the headboard, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the wood.

“That’s it, that’s it, malysh. Doing so good for mommy,” Wanda praised on top of you, looking down at your face. With her other hand, she pet your head and played with your hair. Her hips began grinding down onto your face and you moaned beneath her. The tip of your tongue entered her hole. Your nose was pressed against her clit. The sloshing of Wanda’s cunt was the only thing that reached your ears beyond her thighs that were squeezed securely against them. You teased the tip of your tongue in and out of her entrance before licking up her folds. Your head moved side to side, allowing more friction to be pushed against her.

Wanda’s grasp on your hair tightened, your scalp stinging as your hair was tugged harshly. “Da, da, dorogaya. Pozhaluysta, bol'she! Pozhaluysta!” Wanda rambled in her native tongue as the speed of her hips quickened, eyes screwed shut. You pulled your lips back slightly and Wanda ground down onto your teeth. She gasped sharply atop of you at the sudden contact. You scratched at her thighs. Wanda’s head was thrown back, her back arching as she reached her hilt. It was only when her thighs untensed from around your head that you could hear the lasting sounds of Wanda’s orgasm, her pants and weak groans.

Her hand fell from the headboard. Both of her hands were laid at each side of your head and Wanda climbed down from your face. She kissed your lips that were still slick with her juices and moaned at the taste of them. “I love you,” she said after pulling away from the kiss, ropes of saliva and cum connecting your mouths.

“I love you too,” you answered without hesitation.

Wanda slipped down to your side, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you to her chest. Your pretty body was abused and fucked raw in her supportive hold. Wanda loved it. She kissed the top of your head. “Close your eyes. Soon, I’ll wake you and clean you up. Mommy will take care of you. Just rest.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of sex and Wanda Maximoff as your face was buried in her chest.

“My sweet angel,” Wanda spoke into your hair. You fell asleep in her arms while she sang Sokovian lullabies to you softly. The two of you had never felt more loved.

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