BRO I SCREAMED CREAMED AT ALL OF THAT

BRO I SCREAMED CREAMED AT ALL OF THAT

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started. 

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show. 

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.  

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine. 

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it. 

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her. 

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started. 

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes. 

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message. 

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her. 

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste. 

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen. 

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure. 

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait. 

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda. 

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it. 

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily. 

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on. 

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door. 

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence. 

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck. 

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding. 

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response. 

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.” 

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment. 

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her. 

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it. 

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera. 

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex. 

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by. 

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you. 

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days. 

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece. 

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica. 

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.  

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover. 

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification. 

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest. 

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind. 

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her. 

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well. 

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream. 

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up. 

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. 

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart <3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly. 

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch. 

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page. 

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism? 

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back. 

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself. 

Two days later, Wanda received a package. 

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required. 

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers. 

It was yours. 

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent. 

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you. 

Oh. It really was you. 

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core. 

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.” 

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center. 

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean. 

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?” 

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.” 

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly. 

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that. 

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure. 

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.” 

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about. 

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time? 

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately. 

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her. 

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard. 

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements. 

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you. 

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated. 

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink. 

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept. 

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it. 

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly. 

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”