Chapter Text
Warnings: (+18), Dom!Wanda, explicit content, bondage with powers, brief mommy kink, prasing, bottom reader; breast play.
Summary: Wanda x reader, BDSM smut with Wanda using her powers to restrain us and stuff (Request)
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Wanda bit back a smile as she watched you squirm.
“Is something wrong, baby?” she asked innocently, the fingers of her left hand gently scratching their way down your body as she comfortably sat on your thigh.
You gasped, instinctively fighting the tightness around your wrists, but to no avail.
The characteristic red sparks of her magic, now concentrated in both of your wrists, held you against the headboard. They also kept your legs wide open and pinned at the other end.
You’d think Wanda’s eyes should be red too, but she made sure to cover your vision with a black bandage, so you had no way of confirming it.
“Please, Wanda.” You sighed, feeling her fingers go lower, as you twitched in anticipation.
“Please what?” she returns, her fingers teasing your intimacy covered by the thin fabric of your panties. You choke, and Wanda can feel the growing wetness. She gives a devilish giggle. “Fuck, you’re already dripping, baby. And I haven’t even started playing with you.”
All your senses are extra alert now because of the lack of visibility. Wanda pulls her fingers away and you only have time to let out a frustrated moan when you feel her tongue against your neck making you quiver.
“Oh.” You moan, feeling her trail down your body with soft kisses and licks that make you squirm underneath her. “Please, Wanda.” You whimper. “I need… you to touch me.”
She looks up, landing her mouth on your left nipple. She kisses the tip and asks, “Here, baby?”
And she sucks it in before you have any chance to respond, eliciting a loud moan from you.
Her other hand goes back to your right breast, and she plays with the nipple between her fingers, turning you into a mess of moans and whimpers beneath her.
You fight the magic, wanting to touch her somehow, but the magic seems to get stronger with each attempt. And then Wanda stops and you gasp in frustration.
“Tsk, I told you to behave.” She warns, pulling her hands and mouth away from your breast. You can’t see, but she moves her fingers to control the magic so that it doesn’t hurt your skin, but doesn’t release the grip. “You don’t want to make me mad now, do you baby?”
You frantically deny with your head immediately, making her smile.
“Then be a good girl and stop struggling.” She commands before settling into your lap, fitting her hips with yours and eliciting a soft moan.
“Yes, mommy.”
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