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[falsescarletwitch]

Kinktober (3)- Age Difference

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: Separated from the rest of the group, you and Wanda find the perfect opportunity in the kitchen to have some alone time.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Mommy Kink, Oral and fingering (W receiving), Power Bottom Wanda, Implied cheating

Kinktober Masterlist

"Uh I don't think so young lady," your aunt, Natasha, says teasingly, taking the glass of wine you just picked up out of your hand. She simply raised her eyebrow at you, taking a sip herself of the drink as she watched with fake glare.

"Oh come on Nat," you grumbled, leaning back into your seat as your aunt chuckled at you, Wanda also laughing at the display. "Surely I can have one drink ," you stare at her with your best puppy eyes, hoping that even though you're an adult she'll give into the oldest trick in the book.

"You can have a drink when you're twenty one," she says with no room for challenge in her tone, yet you decide to try anyway, what's the worst she can do? Pour it on you?

"Please, everyone else is drinking," you motion to Wanda and Vision who sit together on the couch, Maria who sits in an arm chair and to Yelena who is casually sipping her beer while on her phone, most likely texting her girlfriend Kate. "And I'm basically twenty one, It's only two months."

"Well if it's only two months, I'm sure you can wait," she takes another large sip to taunt you, smirking over the rim of the glass as you groan in annoyance at her. "Also everyone else here is at least over twenty one."

"More like over thirty," you grumble, earning a real glare this time. "Fine," pushing yourself to your feet, you start heading towards the kitchen, "I'll go get myself a drink suitable for a twenty year old." You hear a chorus of laughter and shake your head while making your way through the house.

When you arrive at the kitchen you head straight to the fridge hoping to find something to drink and take back to the group. You frown when all you can see are juice boxes and groan when you remember this is Wanda and Visions house so everything is catered for children. Mumbling a small, "Fuck it," you grab two blackcurrant juice boxes and place one on the counter top while stabbing the straw through the other. You got lost in your thoughts as you moodily drank one of the twins drinks, jumping when a pair of arms wrapped around your middle.

"Hey Detka," she whispers into your ear, body flush against your back. "Enjoying the drink?" she teases making you groan once again, turning in her hold to face her. You stare up at the older woman, admiring her features as she smiles softly at you. Your mouth opens to make a snarky remark but your voice dies down when you feel her hands drift towards your ass and face lower, her lips now ghosting yours. "How about I give you something that tastes a lot better than any drink you can have?" she rasps out, accent delicately wrapping around her words.

"What about Vision?" you murmur, losing yourself in her darkening green eyes.

"He's too busy telling the others a work story," she slowly turns the two of you around, her now leaning against the marble countertop of her kitchen. "So?" one hand cups your jaw, tilting your face upwards to look at her better, "Do you want to make Mommy feel good?"

You lean forward to capture her lips, groaning at the lingering taste of alcohol on her lips and move your hands to hold her waist. You feel her tongue slide over your bottom lip, not hesitating to part your lips to allow her tongue to slide in and dominate your mouth. You groan into the kiss when her hands move up your body, one resting casually on your neck.

"We don't have time to play Detka," she murmurs between kisses before pulling back, "Be a good girl for Mommy and kneel." You practically drop to your knees at her sultry voice, staring up at her with lust-filled eyes as your hands slowly creep up her legs. When you reach the hem of her skirt you stop, the silent question in your eyes answered when she nods and threads a hand through your hair. Swiftly, you lift the skirt so your head can meet her core and groan quietly to yourself when you see she's not wearing any panties, her arousal dripping from her.

"Fuck Mommy, you're so beautiful," you mutter while place a few kisses on her thighs before leaning forwards to lick a stripe up her core.

"Shit Detka," she moans quietly, hands gripping the countertop till her knuckles start to bleed white. "Do you know how turned on Mommy was when she saw you earlier?" her voice breathy as she tries to control her volume, your tongue swirling over her clit not helping her stay quiet. "I was so tempted to drag you into the bathroom and have you on your knees like now, fucking me with that perfect little mouth of yours." You groan into her pussy at her words, one of your hands raising to her core so you could tease her entrance with your fingers. At the same time, you suck hard on her clit and thrust a finger into her, one of her hands clamping over her mouth to muffle the moan that erupted from the back of her throat. "That's it Detka, you're making Mommy feel so good," she praises quickly before placing her hand back over her mouth as you curl your finger inside her.

Your tongue continues to swirl around her clit as you add another finger into her, thrusting both digits into her mercilessly as you're addicted to the sound of the muffled moans echoing around the room.

"You taste so good Mommy," you murmur before pulling your fingers out, earning a low groan in response before a choked moan when you thrust your tongue into her. You relentlessly thrust it into her while your fingers go to her clit, circling it in time with the way you curl your tongue inside her to have her legs shake slightly as she supports herself with the countertop.

" God Detka, " she groans out, "Right there, fuck I'm gonna come." You feel her clench around your tongue, legs trembling by your head as her orgasm washes over her. You moan into her when you feel her cum coat your tongue and help her ride out her aftershocks by slowly circling her clit. Her hands gently push you away when she gets too sensitive, you sitting back on your feet as you look up at her with a dazed smile, her arousal all over your mouth. She pulls you up by the collar of your shirt and crashes her lips to yours, moaning into your mouth at the taste of herself. "Good girl," she praises one last time before she lets you clean your face off with a washcloth and tidies her appearance up.

"How's the drink coming along?" Natasha says while Maria wraps her arm around her middle, both of them holding empty wine glasses as they stroll into the kitchen. They pause in their tracks when they see you with a straw in your mouth, your hand holding the other juice box as you finished the first, while your cheeks seemingly flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh my god!" Maria exclaimed while Natasha burst out into laughter, placing down her glass so she wouldn't drop it. You scowled as they started to tease you for drinking a child's drink, defending yourself as best you could but to no avail. You grumbled under your breath before turning your gaze to Wanda who had a soft smile that lessened your bad mood.

You made your way out of the kitchen to avoid any more teasing but stopped at the door of the living room when Wanda grabbed your hand.

"Meet me later for your reward, you were such a good girl for Mommy."

[falsescarletwitch]

New Addition

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Words: 5.5k+

Genre: Fluff & Smutt

Summary: After things get serious with Wanda, she's finally ready to let you meet the twins. When everything just clicks with all of you, Wanda is even more smitten and so are you. So much so, that she might be getting a little ahead of herself...

Warnings: fingering (r receiving); biting, strap-on use (r receiving); magic strap; mommy kink; praise; pet-names; cum-filled strap; top!Wanda, bottom!r; breeding kink (maybe?); let me know if I forgot things...

A/N: So this was a request I received on another Wanda fic of mine posted to AO3... figured I'd run with it. Also kinda hate both the name and the gif I came up with for this fic but oh well... anyways, yay 1k celebrationnnnn

“You did so good with them,” Wanda said with a soft smile. Her back pressed against the door as you walked further into her bedroom. “They absolutely loved you.” 

“I loved them too.” You returned her smile before turning around and taking in her room. Never had you stepped foot in here. You were honestly giddy just being in her home and taking in her surroundings, but now to finally be in her bedroom, a place that was so private and intimate to her… Well, you were over the moon.

In fact, you could probably say that you were glowing. In the six months that you had been with Wanda, you both decided to take things relatively slow. Any nights alone with her were spent at your apartment, not hers. You were totally okay with that. With Wanda having two boys, you knew what a big step it was to introduce you to them. That was always the plan though. Wanda had discussed it with you in detail. Once things got serious, if they got serious, you’d be slowly and gently integrated into their family dynamic. 

And of course, things got serious. What with Wanda blurting out how much she loved you within the first three months of your relationship and you immediately returning that sentiment with teary eyes. Still, you spent three months adjusting to that new development before you even thought about meeting her kids.

But then it finally came time to see them. Wanda approached you with a smile on her face, the one she got whenever she wanted something, and you willingly listened to her plea. Maybe the idea of meeting them utterly terrified you, but only because you knew how important it was for you to bond with them. You prepared yourself for some awkwardness, maybe even a little rejection from them at first. Lucky for you, you didn’t even need to worry at all. 

They were hesitant at first, but so were you. Wanda nudged the three of you along for maybe the first hour of meeting each other, but then it was like everything fell into place. It helped that deep inside you were kind of a big nerd. When they talked about their interests you immediately jumped in. That led Tommy to immediately beg for you to see all their stuff and Billy to tug you through the house until you reached their room. They then proceeded to give you a tour of what was quite possibly all of the items they ever owned. You nodded excitedly as they each took turns explaining just about everything in their possession and that just added to their excitement too. It felt like maybe minutes went by, but in reality over an hour had passed. 

Wanda, the whole time, just stood back and watched with the brightest smile glued to her face. The amount of pride and love she had for her boys was so evident in everything she did, but you didn’t have to see to know that. The way she would talk about them for hours with so much happiness in her voice had already told you as much, and you loved to listen to her talk about her family. Anytime she did, you couldn’t stop yourself from daydreaming about being added to their dynamic. It didn’t help that her love for you was also just as evident, making it easier for you to rationalize how easily you could fit in with the three of them. And as Wanda watched with delight at how fast you all clicked, she was filled with those same daydreams you often had. 

When it was rounding on three hours of you and the boys just spending time together, she finally broke the three of you out of your moment. It was probably important for all of you to eat even if you were just as disappointed as the twins when the three of you were torn from their extra detailed room tour. Wanda had to bite her lip to hold back a cheeky grin when she saw you following the boys out of their room with a matching pout. 

What really won you points with them was your insistence on pizza instead of Wanda putting in even more effort to orchestrate this perfect night with a fancy home-cooked dinner. She already worked so hard, she didn’t need to prepare some sort of three course meal too. Plus, the boys were over the moon for the idea of pizza and even more so when you said your favorite toppings were the same as theirs.

After full stomachs and more exciting conversation over just about everything the twins loved, you all settled with a movie. The movie was probably the hardest thing to pay attention to. The boys curled up on one side of the room, their eyes glued to whatever action scenes were unfolding on the screen. You weren’t really sure what the plot was and you didn’t even remember the movie title, not when Wanda had you wrapped up in her arms. 

It was all honestly very innocent. You leaned back on Wanda and she pulled a blanket over you both. Her fingers were innocently running up and down your arms as the movie went on, and while it was nothing inappropriate, it still made your heart race at the intimacy of it all. How could you pay attention to the movie when you were wrapped in the arms of the woman you loved and felt like you were instantly accepted into her family? You couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. 

As the movie continued, you looked across the room at her two boys who were slowly falling asleep while trying and failing to remain focused on the screen. There was a soft smile on your lips that had practically never left since the moment Wanda got comfy with you on the couch. As silly as it might be, you couldn’t help but think that you could get used to this. Your mind wandered to the idea of having weekly evenings like this, quietly spending time with Wanda and her family until they all finally saw you as their family too. Never had you wanted something more strongly than for this night to become a regular occurrence. Maybe it was too fast. After all, you just met the boys and you’ve been dating Wanda for less than a year, but something inside you just said that all of this was right. It was a gut feeling that told you this is exactly where you were supposed to be. With Wanda, helping raise the boys if she’d let you, and spending every day of the rest of your life loving the three of them with everything you had.

You rubbed at your eyes, feeling a little sappy for the tears that welled there from the realization of just how perfect everything was. Wanda took your movement as a sign that maybe you were just as sleepy as the boys, whispering in your ear if maybe the four of you should finish the movie another night. Wanda didn’t buy it when you shook your head and tried to convince her you weren’t that sleepy. 

Of course, no matter how convincing you were, the boys really were not. They were struggling to keep their eyes open, their little heads nodding back onto the couch every few minutes before they jostled themselves awake. While they weren’t in love with the idea of calling the night early, Wanda was so good with them and convincing that they eventually agreed. What really got to you, in a good way, was that Wanda promised you’d be back for another night like this and that’s what finally eased their minds enough to agree to tuck in for bed. 

After she had them all tucked in, they were both in a deep sleep within minutes. You hung back while Wanda got them ready for bed, but you heard the way she cooed at them and cared for them as they settled into bed. While she was doing that, you were sitting alone, waiting for her to guide you to her bedroom. It was at this point in the night that anxiousness crept back in. Both of you had talked about it and planned for this to also be the first time you were to sleep over at her house too. There had been plenty of times where Wanda had got a sitter overnight and stayed with you, but this still felt very new. It was a big deal, and you were getting a little in your head about it.

Eventually, Wanda returned to you, slipping her hand in yours and pulling you towards her bedroom. Her soft smile matched the one you had worn earlier and you tried to match it, but nerves were getting the best of you. If Wanda noticed, she didn’t say much. She just introduced you to her room and motioned for you to walk in before she followed behind you.

And now, here you both were. Her smile was large as she praised you for the day and your nerves had momentarily left your body as you beamed proudly back at her.

They really did seem to get along well with you and it was so important for both you and Wanda that that happened. It was like a dream come true honestly, to be so quickly accepted by her kids and to so quickly accept them too. You were excited about what the future could bring, if the four of you could truly be one big happy family like you hoped. It had been one evening, but suddenly you found yourself wanting that future more than anything else you’ve ever wanted in your entire life. As Wanda smiled back at you, you thought maybe you could confidently guess that she wanted the exact same. 

“Was it too presumptuous of me to promise the boys another family night?” Wanda looked at you with the most hopeful eyes as she spoke.

Family Night. Those words made your heart flutter. It really did seem like Wanda felt what you were feeling about the whole evening. It was like this meant-to-be connection between all of you. You knew Wanda was the one for you the moment you two met, and Wanda had hinted that the feeling was mutual too. Now, since you’ve met her family, that same gut feeling was even stronger. It felt like, not only was Wanda meant to be your person, but the three of them were meant to be your family too. 

“No, no, no.” You were maybe too eager to convince Wanda you were more than happy with that. “It wasn’t too presumptuous.”

Wanda pushed herself off from where she was leaning on her bedroom door. In a few steps, she was suddenly in front of you, her arms wrapped around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. 

“Really?” She smiled and you nodded enthusiastically. Her lips pressed to yours in a gentle, but brief kiss. 

“I’d love to do it again,” you said against her lips, leaning back in for more. “And again…” you kissed her once. “And again…” you kissed her once more. “And again.”

Wanda pulled back to look at you, her smile so contagious it made you forget all about your nervousness that you had just moments ago. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.” Wanda pressed her forehead to yours as she spoke. She placed her hands on either of your cheeks and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into her touch. “I’ve been picturing this since the day I met you and it was all so perfect. You’re perfect.”

You closed your eyes as she spoke such sweet words to you. It was all making you so incredibly happy that you were at a loss for words. Your hands came up to cover Wanda’s and you turned your head to kiss the palm of one of her hands. She hummed softly to herself for a second, her forehead still pressed to yours.

You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in how happy and in love both of you were. One of the biggest things about tonight, other than being accepted by the two most important people in Wanda’s life, was that all of this just made your love for her even stronger. Wanda, of course, felt the exact same way. 

As she watched you, she was in awe of how good you were with them. It was almost like you slipped into a role she had never seen from you, but had hoped was there or would develop over time. As the boys talked to you about their interests and their lives, you showed this almost maternal side; one that knew how to respond to even the silliest of things they said to you. And then you also had this goofy, friendly side to you that matched her boys’ energy so perfectly, it was like a match made in heaven. As Wanda watched you throughout the night, she couldn’t imagine a better partner to integrate into her family dynamic. 

When the movie was playing, Wanda was filled with daydreams of what making you a permanent part of her family would look like. The evenings you’d spend with her and the twins, the adventures you’d all go on, the fun and love you’d share. To Wanda, those daydreams felt very possible to actualize and she planned to do so. Wanda knew, when she first met you, that you would be someone good for her boys, and she felt even more validated as the evening went on.

As Wanda was promising the boys that you would be back, she was consumed with thoughts of how fast she really could convince you to take more steps into a bigger commitment with her. There were quick little thoughts that popped into her mind about proposing, asking you to move in, talking to you about future building in a more real and permanent sense. She had a small worry that she was moving too fast. Not in a way that she thought things between the two of you would go bad, but just that she didn’t want to bombard you with so much so quickly. Except, these little thoughts about a future with you got bigger and louder as she pulled you to her bedroom. In the short walk it took to drag you through her halls, she started having ideas about even expanding the family with you. Seeing you not only become a co-parent to her twins, but carrying and being a mother to another child of hers. 

That last idea was even stronger when she finally had her arms around you in the privacy of her own bedroom. She was getting ahead of herself with all of these images of you becoming her wife and her coming home to you, her boys, and possibly a new addition to her family. The thought of you and her creating a new life together was starting to intrigue her. Maybe a little too much… 

Wanda leaned into you again, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kind that had you leaning forward for more when she pulled away. She let out a soft laugh at your actions, but continued to deny you another kiss to your lips. Instead, she pressed hers to your cheek and then your other, showering you with soft kisses all over your face and enjoying the warmth she felt rise on your skin from her actions. 

You couldn’t stop your smile from growing as she treated you with such tenderness. Your heart raced as she moved her lips to jaw and then cupped your chin to tilt your head and press her lips to your pulse point. She trailed her lips down your neck then, with feather light kisses as she went. Her hands moved down to encircle your waist again and press the two of you even closer together. Your head swam at the feeling of her lips on you and being engulfed in her warmth. She really was perfect for you. It was like she knew exactly how to make you melt in the palm of her hand. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Wanda murmured against your neck, her teeth lightly nibbling at the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her lips on your neck and you hummed an incoherent response. “I love you so much,” Wanda continued, her lips moving back up to your own before placing another kiss to them.

“And I love you,” You whispered into the kiss. Wanda kissed you again at that, but this time a little harder. The kiss was slow, but she was moving her lips against yours in such a way that had you already feeling drunk on them alone. Your lips parted and Wanda’s tongue peeked out, running against yours ever so slightly, but just enough to cause you to shiver. And then, all too soon she pulled away, leaving you breathless in her wake. 

“I’ve been working on something I want to try…” Wanda’s voice was quiet as she pulled back slightly. You’ve seen a lot of sides of Wanda, but this one was a little new. It almost seemed like she was shy, nervous even, for whatever she had in mind. 

You met her eyes, giving her a gentle smile while you waited for her to continue. The arms around you moved, hands slipping underneath your shirt to press flat to your back. She ran her hands up slowly as she nibbled on her lip, you could tell she was hesitant about what she would say next. 

“Wanda,” you urged. “What is it?” You let out a soft, nervous giggle. Whatever she had in mind had you excited already, but the way she was being so withholding about it made waiting for the reveal a little anxiety inducing. 

“Do you trust me?” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned back in. 

“Of course,” you said breathlessly, waiting for her lips to press against yours once more. This time when they did, her hands pressed your body fully against her own when your lips met. The way she kissed you had your head spinning. It wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle. It was hungry.

When you parted your lips for her, she licked into your mouth and you couldn’t help the soft moan that broke free. This only egged Wanda on further, moving her hands until she was pulling your shirt up and then completely off. In the moment that her actions broke the kiss you took a deep breath before Wanda’s lips smashed back into yours. Your hands tangled in her hair and you pressed yourself against her as if any minuscule amount of space was too much for you. 

“Are you sure?” Wanda mumbled against your lips, but you were too lost in hers to respond. 

Wanda pulled her head back and chuckled at the pout that followed after. “Baby, are you sure?” Wanda asked again, to which you fervently nodded. “Will you let me try something, then?”

“Anything,” you mumbled.

“Good…” Wanda trailed off before pushing you to walk backwards until your legs hit the foot of the bed. “Sit back for me, pretty girl.” You did as you were told, your face flushed a darker shade of pink from her use of pet names. 

Wanda leaned down over you as you scooted yourself onto the bed, hooking her hands into your belt loops. You knew what she wanted and one hand quickly went to unbutton your jeans before she gave them a hard yank towards her. With some awkward maneuvering, you helped her get them all the way off your body, along with your panties, and then looked up expectantly at her. 

Her clothes met yours on her bedroom floor. Both of you stood still for second, each taking in the other’s naked form. Wanda was gorgeous, standing there in nothing in front of you and she thought the same as you sat propped up on her bed. 

After a moment, Wanda lifted her hand up and you watched as she briefly flicked her fingers. Then, when her eyes moved down her own body, yours followed and your eyes practically bugged out of your head. Okay, this was something new. 

Between her legs, attached with straps, was a dark red dildo. It wasn’t small, but you didn’t think it was necessarily too big either. It wasn’t like you weren’t interested in trying this with Wanda, it was just that you two hadn’t even talked about introducing toys in the bedroom yet and suddenly, with a literal snap of her fingers, it was there in front of you. 

Wanda looked back up at you, a subtle swirl of red shining in her eyes. “Is this okay?” Wanda flicked her eyes back down to the toy between her legs before looking up at you again. 

Your mouth went dry, trying to find the words to tell her yes; it was more than okay. But you were also nervous with anticipation for her to finally touch you and use it. You swallowed hard. “Y-yeah,” you struggled, “it is.”

Wanda’s smile turned a little predatory as she took a step towards the bed again. She felt so proud of you, seeing how willing you were to do this with her. You were nervous, Wanda could tell, but she had a feeling once you both tried this it would soon become a favorite for both of you. 

She crawled onto the bed, her naked form hovering over yours and you gulped at the proximity. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been like this with Wanda before, it’s just that there was never the addition of what was in between her legs in the mix. 

Wanda kissed your lips again, long and lingering, before she moved to kiss down your chest. Her hands ran from your chest, fingers dancing across your nipples, until they moved further down. She brushed the tips of her fingers across your skin with such gentleness, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until finally she reached between your legs. Her fingers met your wetness already, the kisses she gave mixed with the perfection that is her body had you already in need of her touch. When the tips of her fingers brushed your clit, a shiver ran through your body, and when they repeated their feather light touch, Wanda reveled in the fact that your body reacted so easily to her. 

Lips kissed back up to your neck and a hand pressed to your sternum until you were finally fully laying back on the bed. Your head tilted back to let Wanda run her tongue down the most sensitive parts of the flesh there. By this time, Wanda had started to steadily circle your clit with her fingers, causing soft, breathy sighs to fall from your lips. 

The excitement of all of this was getting to her. To say it was hard to wait, was an understatement. Wanda was so floored by your reactions and couldn’t wait to try what she had planned for you. If you were already this worked up from light touches, she could only anticipate how you’d react when she was inside you in a way she hadn’t been before. But still, she needed to go slow, prepare you. She didn’t want to break you after all. 

Her fingers ran down your folds, tracing your entrance before slowly dipping two in. You let out a gasp that was only made louder by the way Wanda moved to your chest and took a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue ran over your nipples, switching between the two, as she pumped her fingers into you at a leisurely pace. Whines were filling the room and she knew you were frustrated with how slow she was touching you. It seemed you both were excited for the main event. 

When your hips started to move with her fingers, Wanda could tell this was your pathetic attempt to make yourself cum. Her free hand went straight to your hip, her grip a bit harsh as she forced your body to still on the mattress. “Shhh, baby, not yet,” she purred. “You’re not going to cum on my fingers tonight.”

You huffed in frustration and Wanda pulled her fingers all the way out. That had you really whiny. Wanda bit her lip to try to hide the smug smile that tugged on her lips, half considering to tease you for awhile before she really started to fuck you. But then again, she was too excited to wait any longer. 

Sitting back on the bed, Wanda moved your legs until she was between them with either of them hooked over her hips. She sat there for a moment, admiring the sight before her. She knew you were wet from how she was already touching you, but to see your pussy drip with your wetness made her mouth water. 

“Wanda…” you pleaded after a moment passed and Wanda continued to just hungrily stare. 

She snapped out of it with your plea, her hand moving to wrap around the deep red toy before lining it up with your entrance. “This isn’t just a toy. It’s magic,” Wanda said, her body still with the tip of it barely pushing into you. “I’ll be able to feel you.” 

It took you a moment to register what she meant, but she didn’t really give you a moment. Her hips pressed forward and you felt her enter you completely. “Oh!” You moaned as you felt your walls stretch around her. 

Wanda groaned as she entered you, her eyes squeezing shut. She was trying to take in deep breaths, trying to restrain herself, but dear god the feeling of you was intoxicating. 

Your head fell back down onto the pillow as Wanda rolled her hips, her cock hitting deep inside you. She had a hold of your hips as your legs were still propped on hers, it gave her the best angle to hit deeper. The way she could feel every inch of the toy inside your pussy had her head swimming.

Wanda tried to start at a slow pace, she really did, but with each pump of her hips you let out an adorable whimper and she felt your pussy practically twitch around her. It was all too much. With your legs still hooked to her, Wanda fell forward onto the mattress, your bodies pressed together, with her hands barely holding her up. With this position, your legs hooked over her waist, Wanda could fuck you deeper and all her restraint broke.

“Holy shi-“ Wanda cut herself off with a low moan. The way her body was moving against yours had your head spinning, her pace increasing more and more. “I knew- fuck- I knew it would feel good, but not this fucking good.” 

Wanda’s hips were rolling into you in such a way that your whole body rocked back with the power of her thrusts. One hand grabbed onto the forearm by your head. Your nails dug into her skin as she kept pulling her cock almost all the way out of you just to slam it back in. She definitely wasn’t being gentle with you anymore and you couldn’t begin to care. The force of her cock pumping into you had your whole body deliciously shaking.

Wanda was barely holding herself up as it is, but when your pussy started tightening around her cock she couldn’t keep it up. She was fully pressed against you, quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Her face was tucked into the side of your neck as her hands flew back to your hips, moving your body into hers so she could grind you onto her cock while she fucked you. 

Your hand flew to your mouth, balled in a fist. Your teeth dug into your knuckles to try to muffle any sounds that were coming out of you, while Wanda hid her groans of pleasure into your neck. “You feel so fucking good,” Wanda growled in your ear as the force of her thrusts increased. “You’re gonna cum on mommy’s cock, okay princess?”

The way she was talking was also new, but it just added to your building orgasm. You nodded desperately, helpless to do anything but let her continue to fuck into you with abandon. 

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” she groaned. “Wouldn’t you like that? Let mommy cum inside you, paint your pretty pussy with my cum. Tell me you want my cum.”

“Y-yes please,” you stammered. 

Her movements were becoming more erratic and as you were approaching your edge, you knew she was too. The way your pussy was squeezing her tight, mixed with the way you struggled to stay quiet was too much for her. Wanda came and she came hard, her teeth digging into your neck to muffle her moans. 

The second she came you felt her cum hit your walls. A gasp was barely muffled when your own orgasm hit you. The surprising feeling of her warm cum inside you mixed with the sting of her bite had your body quake and tears well in your eyes at the sheer power of your orgasm. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Wanda groaned into your neck, her hips continuing to move and fuck her cum into you. The way she felt your orgasm had her cum again, filling your pussy up and prolonging your own orgasm. 

When you finally came down your body slumped onto the bed, your eyes shut tight as you tried to catch your breath. Wanda pressed her head to your chest, listening to your racing heartbeat as she tried to calm down from her own orgasms. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered in wonder. That was intense. She drew from you what was probably the most powerful orgasm of your life. 

“Yeah, oh my god.” Wanda let out a breathless laugh. Wanda pulled out of you after a moment, a shiver running through your body as she did. 

She sat back up, her cum dripping from your entrance. You continued to lay on the bed, still utterly spent as Wanda trailed her fingers down your thighs. “You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your thighs,” she whispered to herself more than to you. You just hummed, your eyes still shut as you tried to calm your breathing.  “Wonder how many times until it takes…”

You perked up at that, your eyes opening to glance at Wanda. “What do you mean?” You were more curious than worried about her odd remark. 

“I said it was magic…” Wanda trailed off, her fingers continuing to idly trace across your skin. “You’d look so beautiful carrying my child.”

“Wanda…” You sat up fully at this. The look you gave her told her you were feeling hesitant now, but Wanda just met your eyes with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry.” Her fingers stilled as she spoke. “I’m still figuring it out, nothing should happen this time. It took me a while just to conjure up something I could feel. To create life with it intentionally will take work. I don’t think I’m there yet.”

There was a lot of interesting wording in that, but you chose to ignore it. After all, it wasn’t even a couple hours ago that you were thinking similar thoughts about being a part of and maybe even expanding Wanda’s family. If she was really worried about that sort of risk she would’ve told you up front. At least, you hoped so. 

In truth, Wanda really wasn’t sure. She thought, as far as she knew, what she was saying was true. If she was being honest with herself, she probably should’ve given more thought to the whole ordeal and what consequences might come after, but when Wanda had this idea in her mind she was just too excited to postpone it. The sheer need to feel you as she fucked you and to be able to actually cum inside you was too overwhelming. She didn’t want to wait another minute after tonight, so threw caution to the wind. 

If there are results that come after this night, while she seriously doubted it, she did technically tell you it was magic before you two started. Hopefully, you had some understanding of the unpredictability of things like that. Although, the two of you were already on the same page. Neither of you would mind these repercussions, despite the short time you’ve been together. Wanda knew you were meant to be hers, meant to be in this family, so why not solidify it?

“Can we…” You bit your lip for a moment, a blush creeping to your cheeks again as Wanda waited for you to continue. “Can we try it again?”

Wanda’s grin was dazzling as she happily agreed.

Repercussions be damned. 

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SUGARMOMMY!WANDA || HEADCANONS

pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x sugarbaby!freader

summary: random head canons of reader being wanda’s spoiled sugarbaby.

warnings: wanda is a silverfox (yum), praise kink, mommy kink, softdom!wanda mostly, lap sitting, ass grabbing, mentions of slapping, light exhibition

a/n: these had been running in my head for too long and i’ve decided that i need her in a way that puts feminism behind 500 years.

you met her because you were waitressing in her favourite restaurant, with a degree in english literature you were bound to end up in a place like that.

she was incredibly kind from the start, greeting you with a big smile and a bigger tip.

divorced silverfox!!!! and always called you pet names when you came with her food!!!!!!!! and the “thank you, my darling” would leave you a blushing mess.

the situation started when she saw you getting fired in front of her because of a encounter between you and a costumer and when she saw the tears in your eyes she knew she had to do something.

you can’t say you weren’t surprised. but the offer was so tempting and she was looking so so fine in her tailored black suit and slacks. you blurted a yes immediately and embarrassed yourself. but she reassured you with a pet on your hair.

she’s beautiful. and she’s kind. and she takes such good care of you, it didn’t take long for you to start falling for her. and she lets you stay in her condo, making sure you’re treated like a princess.

a soft dom!!!!!!!! always calling you “princess”, “my love”, “darling” and “dear” only when she’s incredibly pissed at you misbehaving.

praise kink, always praising you for doing the littlest things. praising you when you’re eating her out so good or praising you for bringing her briefcase to her before she leaves for work.

everyone at work calls you “mrs. maximoff” but wanda never corrects them and you’re too shy to.

often you bring lunch to her office and she immediately leaves whatever she’s doing to have you settle in her lap. you two either eat together or she fucks you on top of her desk with the strap she keeps in her last drawer, whispering in your ear to keep quiet or else the ppl will hear you. and that makes you wetter around her strap.

the mommy kink goes crazy. you just have to pout and call her mommy and she’s ready to do anything for you, to the point you can physically see her lose control, her pupils dilating and her breathing heavy.

only when you misbehave severely, you can make her angry. she makes sure to immediately put you in your place tho, either by a slap to your face or by grabbing your ass so firmly she leaves a bruise.

[falsescarletwitch]

match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

[falsescarletwitch]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY. mdni. 19+.

pairings ; dark ! wanda maximoff + bunny hybrid ! f ! reader

summary ; wanda just loves to play games with her little bunnygirl, especially when she gets a prize at the end.

warnings ; mommy kink, dom!top!wanda, sub!bottom!reader, reader has long hair, pet names (baby, sweetheart, bunny, etc.), cnc (just in case), slight like so very minor violence, predator/prey dynamics, outdoor sex, hair pulling

wc ; 1.8k

Your heart pounds as you make your way through the cold winter forest that surrounds Westview, looking behind you every once in a while to make sure Wanda hasn't caught up with you. You were freezing, your thin layers and short skirt providing no warmth in the frigid cold of your current environment. You had tripped a few times already, your knees and palms a little bloody, so you're sure to make sure your glances behind are fleeting, enough to miss small details if you weren't looking for them specifically.

You stop to catch your breath near a small fire when you're sure it's safe. It is a little strange that this fire was here in the middle of nowhere, but you're not thinking too hard about it, just grateful that it's there. Your ears perk up when you hear a branch snap in the distance and your head whips around just in time to catch a flash of red hair moving through the trees. It takes about half a second for you to start off in a full sprint and you hear Wanda laughing behind you.

"You can run but you can't hide, Зайчик. No one can hear you scream all the way out here." And if they do hear, they won't dare come interfere, but Wanda doesn't add that part. She's quick to follow after you, heart racing, but for the opposite reason that yours is; she's excited. She's been waiting for this practically all week. She loved your little games, especially when you were the prize. She's been chasing after you for the better part of an hour by now, letting you think you've gotten away just to sneak up on you when you're catching your breath.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." She sings, grabbing onto a tree branch and snapping it off, knowing your ears would easily pick up the noise. Her pretty little bunny... out here all alone, scared, tired and running. Just the thought of her catching you makes her dizzy with want. She hears a small thud and she grins, knowing she's got you now.

You'd tripped over a rock, not watching where you were going when you'd heard the branch snap, too busy trying to get away. You got up quickly, but not quick enough because she's gaining on you, so so quickly and you're too tired to run any faster. You know you've lost when you hear her steps slowing down, into a light jog, before they pick up again and then...

Oh no.

You feel yourself being pushed forward for just a split second until you're pulled backwards by your hair. Your back collides with Wanda’s front and she's quick to lock you in place by sliding a hand over your stomach and gripping your throat with the other. She leans down so her mouth is right next to your ear, "Tag, you're it." Wanda whispers, sadistic grin taking over her features, her warm breath makes you shiver and you tense in her hold. "You didn't really think you were going to get away, did you?" Her tone is condescending and cruel as her hand that was previously on your stomach starts to wander up towards your chest.

"It’s no fair, Mommy. I tripped..." You pout, turning your head and looking up at your girlfriend. "Mm, you did. And you still lost, silly girl." Wanda loosens her grip on your throat to use her thumb and index finger to tilt your head up, capturing your lips in a rough kiss. It lasts a second before she pulls away, "And since you lost..." She starts, pushing you down into the cold snow. You land with a whimper, barely having enough time to put your hands out and stop yourself from getting a face full of snow.

Wanda towers over you, dropping to her knees and caging you between her thighs. "...Isn't it about time I get my prize?"

You suppose there's no arguing with that, but you wish your girlfriend had chosen somewhere else for this game to take place. The bitter cold is making you shake under her, and you know she's done this on purpose, she even picked out your outfit for today. There's just something about seeing you so helpless that has her heart trying to tear through her chest. It's a harsh tug of your hair that pulls you back to reality, your back arching to try and relieve some of the strain on your long locks. You kick up one of your legs in retaliation, your heel colliding with the back of Wanda’s thigh. “Mommy, I’m cold!" you whine, "can't you get your prize at home?" She has the audacity to laugh at you, only pulling back farther on your hair, "Of course not, little bunny. I want my prize now, and I'm going to get it now."

She flips your skirt up with her free hand, palming your ass and digging her rather sharp nails into the plush skin. You think she may have sharpened them somehow before starting this game. "Now be a good girl and hold still for me." She lets go of your hair and you're quick enough in your reaction that you don't let yourself get a face full of snow, dropping your head down onto your arms. Wanda grips your hips and pulls you up so you're on your knees before speaking, "If you're lucky I'll let you make me cum later." Your ears perk up at that and she laughs, "Awww, is my little bunny that eager to please Mommy?” her tone is mocking, but you know she's pleased. "So desperate for me you're gonna let Mommy fuck you out here in the open, hm?" She pulls your panties to the side and you shiver as you feel her sharp nails as they drag against your slick folds.

"M–Mommy, you're gonna… make those go away, right?” Your ears flatten against your head as you imagine how much it would hurt for her to finger you with nails so sharp. "Of course, Зайчик. How mean do you think I am?" She waves her fingers and her nails go back to how they were before on that hand, but she leaves the others sharp as knives. "It's insulting, really..." She punctuates by pulling you up by your hair, your back flush against her front and you gasp softly, "that you think I’d hurt you like that." She trails her other hand down your thigh, across, and then up before flicking her index finger at just the right angle, slicing your soft skin with a nail and you gasp. "Silly girl." She brings her hand up and licks the blood from her finger.

She brings a hand up to grip your throat, keeping you flush against her while the other one moves to grope your breasts. "Please, Mommy." You whine impatiently, bringing your hand up to grab her wrist and try to tug her hand downwards. "Patience, bunny." She coos, tightening her grip on your throat, but she allows you to tug her hand down. " 'mph, please." You whimper, letting your head fall back against your girlfriend's chest. She chuckles, taking the hem of your skirt and bringing it up to tuck it into the waistband. "Alright, alright, if you insist." She leans her head down to press a kiss to your forehead and it's tender for just a second until she moves her hand up to pry your jaw open, forcing her middle and index finger inside.

her harsh grip is almost bruising and you whimper, trying to shake her grip but she holds you in place. "Be a good girl for me, baby." she hums, playing with your tongue. With her other hand she moves your panties to the side, too impatient to take them off, and gathers some of your slick on her fingers. "So wet for me, baby. I bet you've been waiting for this all day, hm?" She teases, circling her fingers around your clit. "Mhm, want you, please." You whine, though it comes out muffled due to the fingers in your mouth. You grab onto her wrist just in case she tries to move her hand away, she did love to tease you. But she was feeling rather nice today, and she knows it won't be long until you're whining at her to take you home because you're too cold so she decides to skip the teasing for today.

"You want me, do you, Зайчик?" She muses, moving her fingers down and teasingly circling your drooling hole. "Do you want me like this?" She asks, though it's rhetorical, as she plunges two fingers inside your cunt. You gasp out a moan around Wanda’s fingers, fighting the urge to bite down on them in case it results in punishment. She takes that as a sign to keep going as she sets a steady pace, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. Her other hand busies itself with alternating between fucking your mouth and playing with your tongue, wanting to make you a drooling mess.

Wanda knows her way around your body quite well by now, so it's no surprise that she's turned you into a pathetic moaning mess within a matter of minutes. That and she's quite positive that your heat is coming up soon. You've given up on trying not to bite down on her fingers, but it's not an unwelcome feeling for Wanda. You're trying your hardest not to bite too hard, but you swear you can taste a bit of her blood in your mouth. It's not long before you're close to the edge, begging and pleading for Wanda to please let you cum as best you can with her fingers still in your mouth.

"You gonna cum for me, bunny?" She coos, removing her fingers from your mouth to wrap her hand around your throat, squeezing just the way she knows you like it. She speeds up her thrusts when she hears your moans get higher in pitch and she lets you grind against her palm. "Please, please, please. Mommy, I'm gonna cum." You whine, her fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Then be a good girl and cum for Mommy, baby." She curls her fingers at just the right angle and you fall apart, nails digging into the skin on Wanda's arm as you can't help but grab onto it, needing something to hold. She lets you ride out your high before eventually slipping her fingers out of you and you whine at the loss, suddenly empty. "Open." is all she says as she brings her fingers up to your mouth, prompting you to lick them clean.

"Time to get you home, sweetheart. It's too cold out here for little bunnies like you."

[falsescarletwitch]

Honeymoon

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.6k

Summary: You and Wanda celebrate as newlyweds

A/N: Fluff and smut. 18+ only! I continue to block many people on the daily, so let’s just continue I guess… Enjoy, this was super fun to write. 😉

Warnings: Fluff and mostly smut. 

A couple of weeks after your wedding, you and Wanda finally got away for a much-needed vacation. You were excited to spend some time alone with your new wife, and Wanda was excited for the chance to spoil you rotten. She’d taken you to one of your favorite vacation spots and she’d rented out the entire top floor of a luxury hotel for the whole week. You’d had such a good time that you almost forgot that this wasn’t going to be your everyday. As nice as it was to go to expensive restaurants and stores, you really just liked spending time with Wanda. You could lie in bed with her all day, or sit out on the balcony together and you’d be perfectly happy. That said, you enjoyed your time out and away from home with Wanda, and the fact that this was your last night was a little sad.

You smile widely as you follow Wanda back into your hotel room. You’re so happy you feel like you’re floating with each passing minute that you spend with Wanda. You’re still waiting for the fact that you’re going to be married to this incredible woman for the rest of your life to set in. You aren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky.

Wanda turns toward you with a smile because she can tell how blissed out you are. You’d gone out to a nearby club for a couple of hours to have drinks and spend some time together. You’d almost dragged Wanda to the bathroom when she started to grind her hips against yours on the dance floor. You’d been slightly tipsy and very worked up by the time you left the club. Given that you were very far from home and no one recognized you, you were more relaxed and didn’t hesitate to be all over your wife. It helped that you weren’t the only couple making out and nearing third base in the busy night club.

Wanda had dragged you back to the car before you got that far though, and you were as disappointed as you were excited when she stopped touching you completely to drive back to the hotel. Your buzz had worn off, but you were still riding the adrenaline high of tonight’s outing by the time you and Wanda arrived back at your room. She takes a moment to admire your outfit again with a wide smile. She’d bought you this dress on the first night here, and she’d asked you to wear it tonight because it just looked so damn good on you.

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[falsescarletwitch]

LOVE-DAZED

summary: after searching for the perfect reality where her kids exist, wanda seems to find herself in trouble when she realises she was chasing after a mere illusion.

pairing: dark!wanda x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of death, dub-con, top!wanda, bottom!reader, magical strap, fingering, oral, edging, stockholm syndrome (?), breeding kink, impregnation, mommy kink.

a/n: omg this was supposed to come out a lot sooner but I had the craziest day ever, my phone like just fell and broke? Like it was horrifying to see but yeah and then I had to get myself a new phone and give the old one to them to see if they can recover it or smn and now I have to pay like monthly to pay the phone off fully soo yeah. anyways enjoy! ^_^ also like maybe a part two with a follow up? 👀 also ignore the mistakes !! :p

word count: 6k

You gasped as you got yourself up from underneath the rubble, your entire body felt weak, almost every bone in your body was begging for some type of pain relief, you looked around, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at the destruction around you, bodies of people who you once knew, laid next to you, unmoving and pale. You felt sick, why was she doing this? Why did she have to hurt your loved ones, why!? The voice inside your mind screamed, and you wanted to scream too, cry and cry until you passed out, you didn’t want to live anymore, you didn’t have a family anymore, why did she do it?

“You’re a strong one, aren’t you?”

You jumped as a smooth voice interrupted your inner turmoil and you looked around, alarmed as your eyes scanned the area, there wasn’t anyone here, but where did the noise come from? Magic swirled around your fingers, was she still here?

This time you could hear a hint of laughter in her voice, you felt enraged at this, she had killed everyone you knew and she was laughing!? How dare she, you were on full alert, scared and shaking silently as you looked around the room. “Where are you?” You asked out to the void, “show yourself!” You said with a bit more courage, waving a barrier around yourself in case she decided to attack.

“I’m inside your head. You can’t see me, but I can see you. You're a strong little girl, but not strong enough.”

You angrily frowned at her words, ‘not strong enough’? How come she knew that, you could handle her.

“No, you can’t.”

“Yeah I can! You won’t even show yourself!” You yelled, “you’re a coward!” You spat as you looked up at the ceiling, you heard her laugh before you felt something shift in the air.

You watched with bated breath as a hand reached out from the wall in front of you, you stepped back as you heard bones snap, the disgusting sound of them rearranging to fit into the portal that had opened up, you saw a flash of red hair, a growl as she pushed herself through the portal, and once again the sounds of bones fixing themselves made you want to hurl.

“Hello, Y/n.” Her voice was smooth as she spoke to you, red hair almost perfectly framed her face and green eyes looked at you, shining with mirth as she analyzed your body. How did she know your name?

“I know everything about you” she said calmly, but a cocky smile spread across her annoyingly beautiful face as she looked down at you, “get out of my head.” You spoke through gritted teeth as you glared at her. The woman chuckled, and you couldn’t help as your heart skipped a beat, “I’m not inside your head, Y/n. Your thoughts are just too loud” she said, as she looked at you with a smile on her face, her eyes shone with mirth.

“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” You asked, confused as to why she was even indulging in a conversation with you, after all wasn’t she here for the Chavez girl? “America Chavez doesn’t mean anything to me.” She said, stepping closer to you and you immediately got into a fighting stance, the taller woman looked at you with an amused grin, but still walked closer to you, until she was looking directly down on you.

“It’s you who I want.” Her hand went through the barrier you had put and lifted your chin, “I’m here for you, detka.” You snorted, what use did she have from you? “Bullshit.” You spat at her, and the smile on her face faded into a disapproving frown, “I see you have a foul mouth, but don’t worry I’ll take care of that.” She said and before you could say anything else, hot tendrils wrapped around you before sinking you into the floor, you screamed at her, “let me go you bitch!” You tried to use your own magic, but you couldn’t, what did she do to you?

You landed onto a patch of grass with a ‘thud’, back hitting the slightly wet ground, you groaned slightly at the pain, there must be several bruises around your body, “here little one, let me help you” she said with a motherly tone as she picked you up, strong arms lifting you into her warm body, and she looked at you with nothing but.. adoration? Did she not care that you just called her a bitch? You rolled your eyes as she picked you up, “I’ll deal with you and your foul language later, but right now, you’re too fragile.” She said as she started walking.

You looked around your new environment, it looked like the two of you were in an orchard, “that is our new home” she said as she carried you to a cabin situated in the middle of the vast land that was covered in trees that had white flowers blooming from them, where were you? This wasn’t your home, you tried to fight your way out of her arms, but that only made the hold she had on you tighter, “let me go, witch!” You said, and the woman chuckled, “My name isn't ‘witch’, it’s Wanda.” you could feel the vibrations of her laugh, Wanda… why did a woman like her have such a beautiful name?

“I’m not letting you go, malysh. I went through so much trouble finding you, I’m never letting you go.” The witch walked up the stairs of the cabin, opening the door, “welcome home, detka” she said as she put you down gently onto the floor. You stared at the woman who was smiling at you, kind green eyes looked at you for some form of reaction.

To prevent you from falling, she wrapped an arm around your waist, you flinched away from her touch, and tried to use your magic, but once again, it didn’t come. “Your magic is useless here, baby. Don’t waste your energy on it, you have a lot of cuts and injuries that I have to take care of, come here” she stood there with open arms and you stood there, frozen in your spot as you glared at her defiantly. The scarlet witch rolled her eyes, “so bratty” she muttered before walking over to you, “as much as I love taming brats like you, right now, you’re injured and you need me to take care of you” her words were condescending as she looked down on you, a small frown on her face, she moved to pick you up once again.

You punched her, fist connecting with her jaw, a satisfied smile spread across your face as the woman stumbled back. “My magic may not work, but these h—” your words were cut off as scarlet tendrils wrapped around your wrist and bound them behind your back, “how dare you?” She hissed, the previous glow to her eyes were now replaced with a dangerous look, she stalked up to you.

“Y/n, I’m not going to tolerate that behaviour, if you do that again, I will make you regret it” she spat through gritted teeth and grabbed your jaw, a soft whimper left your mouth at her hold, something else flashed in her eyes, but that disappeared as soon as it came, “do you understand?” She asked, voice low as she looked at you, and you nodded, fear seeping into your entire being as she continued looking at you, “answer me” she said and you struggled to speak with how tight she was holding your face, but fortunately for you, you were able to sputter out a small “yes” and that seemed to work when she dropped you down to the floor.

You hissed in pain as your already bruised knees met the wooden floor, tears stung your eyes at the pain, but you quickly blinked them back, the last thing you wanted was to cry in front of her, that would be like you were admitting defeat, which you weren’t.

You felt her arms pull you up, “I don’t want to hurt you, detka, I hate that.” She said, looking at you with a soft pout on her lips, and you rolled your eyes, “you already hurt me enough.” You mumbled dejectedly, thinking about your dead friends at Kamar Taj, you felt your throat tighten as you remembered the corpses on the floor, what a vile woman.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked she flicked away a stray tear that fell from your eye, you sniffled at her words, “I hate you” you said as you turned your face away from her, Wanda’s face morphed into confusion, “no you don’t” she said, so confidently that you almost believed her, “I do!” You said, your voice raised and you found yourself staring at her, “I hate you so much that I.. I wish I was dead instead of being near you!” You yelled at her and the woman gasped, taken aback by your words.

For some peculiar reason, you regretted what you told her the moment you saw her lips turn downwards and her eyes turn glassy, “you can say whatever you want to me, tell me that you hate me, but never wish death upon yourself.” She said, continuing her way up the stairs, you stayed silent, why was she doing this to you? It didn’t make sense, why did she target you? What could you possibly offer her?

“I still don’t like you” you mumbled forlornly to her and she hummed, “you were much nicer to me in the other universe” she said, as she opened the door and you squint your eyes at the bright light, but once you were adjusted to the light, you looked around to see a huge bathroom, in another universe? What does she mean by that?

You looked at her face curiously, her eyes were still glossy, and her face was solemn. Did you saying you hated her, make her sad? You internally scoffed, did she really think you.. cared about her? Did she want you too? Disgusting, she destroyed the only thing that you loved and expected you to love her?

Wanda waved her hand and the bathtub was filled to the brim with water, she looked at you and snapped her fingers and you yelped as your clothes disappeared, heat rose up to your cheeks as she grinned at your naked form, “even prettier” she gave you a small wink, the previous sadness that has occupied her face disappeared and was replaced with a small smile as she placed you into the warm water.

You kept your head down as she filled the bathtub with soap, “why are you doing this to me?” Your voice was small when it came out, eyes shining with unshed tears as she placed her hands over your shoulder, “what did I even do to you?” You asked, you sniffled softly and that’s when Wanda spoke up, “because you belong to me” she said her voice was almost sad as she said it, and you looked up at her, “no I don’t, I’m—” “you don’t understand” she said, “you’re not letting me explain myself” Wanda whispered, her hands lathering soap over your shoulder, you pushed yourself into the edge of the bathtub, not wanting to be touched by the same hands that took the life of your friends.

“D-don’t do this to me, detka” she whispered, her accent was laced with her words and she looked at you, almost pleading. “In every universe, I saw you with me. You are my fate, but in this universe, for some reason, you aren’t mine, but don’t worry that’s going to change soon” she finished with a soft smile. “I know, this isn’t conventional, but I had to do it, it’s for you, my love.”

My love. You hated the way your chest warmed at the term of endearment, and the way she said, the way the word ‘love’ was pronounced by her, made your heart skip a beat, this was wrong, wrong on so many levels.

You shook your head, this was wrong. “You didn’t do it for yourself, you did it for yourself! You are.. you are a monster!” You hissed at her, maybe you shouldn’t have, you really shouldn’t have. “Watch your mouth” Wanda grabbed your face, looking at you with unbridled anger, “I’m not a monster, I did this for us! Our family!” She yelled at you, tears shining in her eyes, “I didn’t mean to hurt people, but they were obstacles in my way, I had to get you, malysh, I had to” she whispered her last words, you turned your head away from her, obstacles.

Was that all they meant to her? Obstacles?

Wanda grabbed your head and turned it to face her, and pressed her lips against your forehead, “you are mine in every universe, my love, the mother of my children, I need you, I love you, I love you so much, Y/n.” Her voice shook with emotion as she spoke, words filled with nothing but love, you couldn’t help but let your mind slip away, just a bit at her words. You looked at her, when you saw a tear slip out of your eye, you instinctively reached out to wipe it away, just as she did with yours.

Wanda smiled at your action, grabbing your palm, she placed a small kiss on it. “I love you, Y/n.”

You stayed quiet, battling your inner demons, you couldn’t like her! She… she killed people, ‘but she did it for you!’ a darker part of your brain screamed at you, and you found yourself leaning more towards it, no one would dare to go through such lengths, just for you. ‘But it’s wrong!’ The more rational part of you argued, ‘she loves you!’

Love. That word is foreign to you, but the fact that someone who didn’t even know you properly, was ready to fight an entire army, just to be with you? You couldn’t fight the warmth that spread across your body as her hands, that had blackened fingertips, washed you with utmost care, she treated you like a doll, she loved you, she loved you.

Wanda picked your wet body up, “see your wounds are gone now” she said as she wrapped a fluffy white towel around your body, “does it hurt anywhere?” She asked and you shook your head, but still remained non-verbal.

She was so gentle with you, carrying you to her bedroom, she placed you down onto the bed, you found yourself shying away from her gaze, wrapping the towel tightly around your naked body. “C-can I get some clothes, please?” She chuckled before waving her hand around you, and you were clothed again, why could she use magic? You were aroused from your musing as Wanda kneeled down to you, “I’m sorry for everything” she whispered as she rested her face on your knees.

“How do you know I’m the one for you?” You asked, you still couldn’t believe her, “because I saw you in my dreams, I checked every universe and it was you, it was always you, in this universe, this is how we’re meant to be” Wanda said, “you belong with me.”

Her words were heartfelt, but you couldn’t, she was insane. “No I don’t, I don’t want to be here, let me go” you said, pushing her off your knees. “Let me go, Wanda.” That was the first time you addressed her by her name, but not in the way she wanted you to.

Wanda looked at you, her eyes darkening “I didn’t think I’d have to do it, Y/n, you made me” her voice had changed, the previous desperation that laced her words was gone, and now they were low and dangerous. “Wha—” her lips slammed onto you, forcing them open, her tongue slipped inside your mouth, she moaned at the feeling, and you tried to push her away, but she was so much stronger than you, your body felt limp as she kissed you, her lips felt sinfully good on yours.

Fuck.

She pulled away from you, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dazed as she looked at you, slightly panting, this was so wrong, but it feels so good. “After I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to make you yours.” She said, her voice so raspy that it sent a shiver down your spine, you wanted to tell her to stop, to leave you alone, but your words died in your mouth when she pushed you down onto the bed.

Green eyes that had looked at you with adoration were now glowing red, the clothes that she wore and the ones she had conjured for you was gone, and you were left stark naked, your hands flew to hide your most private parts, this was the first time anyone had seen you in such… an intimate way. “Am I your first?”

Wanda cocked her head to the side, “has no one touched this pretty body before?” She asked, her fingers traced your bottom lip, an action that caused goosebumps all across your body. A smile formed on her face at your silence, perfect.

“See, you’re meant to be mine. Only I have the right to take your virginity, to make you mine.”

Her words had your heart thumping wildly in your chest, Wanda’s hand grabbed your waist, you didn’t move an inch from the spot which you were frozen on, you didn’t find it in you to fight her, instead you let her touch you. Her lips found your neck, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses against it, she went lower and lower until she reached your navel. “Tell me, do you still hate me?”

She asked and you remained mum, when she realized you would remain quiet, a smile spread across her face, not a kind one but a devilish one, “let’s see how long you can stay quiet for” Wanda’s mouth was on your cunt in a flash, her tongue delved between your folds, the tip of her nose brushed against your clit, an action that had you bucking your hips, red eyes looked over at you, you could see an hint of smile as you looked down at her, “you look so beautiful like this detka” she mumbled against your cunt that, to your humiliation was leaking non-stop.

“All this just for me, for my pleasure. My beautiful girl.”

She moaned as she shoved her tongue into you, and that’s how you snapped, a throaty moan left your mouth at her sudden invasion, the walls of your pussy clenched around her, you cried out as her fingers pressed over the hood of your clit, it felt so good, she was making you feel so good, her tongue went in and out of your hole, maintaining a rhythm which you tried to move your hips, but failed when she gave you a soft smack on your thigh, the sensation was too much, but at the same time it felt too little, when her fingers just danced over where you needed her the most.

You whimpered as her fingers reached up to play with your nipples rather than your clit that was standing at full attention, you wanted to cry, scream at her, but you were a prideful person, you didn’t want to admit defeat, not yet at least. Wanda watched you bite your lips, muffling your needy gasps as you looked up at the ceiling away from her face, an action that made her growl in anger, she withdrew from your hole, “I need you to look at me, malysh” she snapped, and you immediately ducked your head to look at her, she could see little tears of pleasure that stung the corner of your beautiful eyes, and she felt her chest being filled with pride, she was the only one who had seen you like, made you like this. Only her.

The need to establish her presence over you overpowered her need to break you, although these two things could coincide together, Wanda wanted to mark you up first, and then she would break you, she’d turn you into her cute doll, she’d make you recognise just how much you needed her, just as she needed you.

She was driving you crazy. This was wrong on so many levels, but you were far too gone now, “why?” You asked her, voice breaking as you felt her nose brush against your clit as she adjusted herself in between your thighs, “why what?” You squirmed as she questioned you, of course she knew what you meant by that, “why’d you s-stop?” You asked her, god you were so pathetic. Wanda chuckled and you felt even more humiliated as you bucked your hips at the vibrations of her laughter against your cunt, “do you want me to continue?” She asked, for a moment you stayed quiet, embarrassment filling the very depths of your body as the woman looked up at you, her red eyes shining with amusement as she took in your flustered state.

When you didn’t speak up, Wanda smiled, “I guess you don’t want this” and to your utter dismay she withdrew her head from your thighs, you internally gasped at her action, “I—” you paused and the sokovian looked at you hopefully, you glanced away from her, this was so wrong, you repeated that phrase over and over again in your head, but the more you did the more you felt slipping into her words, ‘I love you’ those words kept playing back over and over again, you couldn’t do it anymore, you couldn’t take it anymore, lust had triumphed over your guilt, you knew you were a horrible person, but she felt so good and in the darkest, deepest part of your heart, you knew that, this was right.

“I- I don’t want you to stop” the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think over them, an embarrassed gasp left your mouth as you realised what you had told her, “oh detka, I knew you wouldn’t deny me” she fell on top of you, her lips pressed against yours and a wanton moan escaped past your lips as she snuck her tongue into you, she gasped as she parted from your lips, you felt her breasts rub against yours, and for a moment, this felt like home, you in her arms, was she right about the two of you being fate?

Were the people of Kamar Taj a momentary distraction for you, until you found your true love? Was Wanda right all along? Were they really just obstacles that blocked you from finding her? If you never joined Kamar Taj, would you have been with her right now?

But these questions were erased from your mind, when two of her long fingers inserted themselves into your aching pussy, “oh baby, you feel so good around me” she breathed against your lips and you found yourself whimpering in response, “look at you malysh, you’re so needy” she groaned as you clenched yourself hard around her, “f-fuck” you gasped out, you shouldn’t be fighting this anymore, you wanted her, no, you needed her.

Wanda’s fingers reached into your sweet spot, long fingers curled themselves in a way that made you arch your back, mouth open wide in a silent scream, and Wanda had never seen a beautiful scene, she wanted your image all over her walls, you were a work of art. “Is mommy making you feel that good, baby?” She purred and you moaned, eyes widening at the term she used to refer to herself, “aw look at you, so dumbed out just by my fingers? Poor thing, what’s gonna happen to you when I have my cock in you, bunny?” She cooed, tongue pressed against your cheek to lick up a tear that fell from your eyes as Wanda worked you up, “oh fu-fuck!” You moaned as you came, her fingers pumping into you, “yes yes yes!” You thrashed on the bed, crumpling the satin sheets.

A moan of her own slipped out of her mouth as she saw you cum, she could feel your oragsm run down on her fingers and she immediately pulled them out, and plopped them into her mouth, “my love you taste even better” she groaned, the sight of her sucking her own fingers clean of your cum made you whimper with need. “Come on bunny, tell mommy how good she made you feel” Wanda said as she released her fingers from her mouth, her other hand grabbed your cheek and you instinctively leaned into her warmth, red eyes scanned every expression of yours, “you won’t talk? That’s fine, I’ll make you scream then.”

Wanda’s hands pushed you down onto the bed, you groaned at her harsh action, “you’re going to love my cock baby, mommy’s gonna make you feel so good, yeah? You would love that wouldn’t you? You want mommy to ruin this perfect pussy so bad, don’t you? Don’t worry, I will and when I’m done with you, all you’re gonna want is my cock, like a good little slut, aren’t you, detka? You’re mommy’s good little slut, right?” You watched with widened eyes as red tendrils swirled around her crotch, forming a very long and girthy strap that twitched with need.

“See this? It’s going to be in you soon, and it’s going to fill you with mommy’s pups.” You gasped and tried to move away, but Wanda was on top of you in no time, hands gripped your waist and you felt the thing press against your entrance that unconsciously clenched over nothing, you left out loud yelp as she eased her tip into you, “Wanda, please” you whispered, voice breaking as she started sinking further into you, you could feel your walls stretch apart, this was so much different than her fingers, “please” tears dripped down your eyes as you looked at her, “please” your voice broke, as sobs wracked your frame.

Wanda pressed a soft kiss onto your forehead, “shhh, shh baby, mommy’s doing this for us, baby. Don’t worry, it’s going to feel so so good” she pressed her forehead against your, scarlet eyes looked right into yours and with a soft grunt, Wanda shoved herself entirely into you, a strangled scream left your mouth at the forceful invasion, “it’s okay, it’s okay, I got you, mommy’s got you” her words were so sweet as she whispered them to you, hands gently stroking your hair, she gave you another kiss on top of your head, before she started rutting her hips into you, moans jumbled out of her mouth as she felt your pussy clench her, “oh yes! You feel so good around me, detka! So tight”.

Broken moans came out of your mouth as Wanda increased her pace, moan turning into scream as the tip of her cock hit your cervix, “fuck!” Tears of pain mixed with pleasure cascaded down your cheeks, and Wanda feared that she would cum just by looking at you, “я не могу дождаться, чтобы заполнить эту тугую пизду.” Wanda moaned as she looked at you, you didn’t understand a single word she said, but god did it sound hot. “Ah! I-I’m g-gonna!” You cried, hands grabbed her by the shoulder and you pulled her closer, a smirk plastered itself on her face, she was breaking you.

“No you aren’t.” She said, and you felt something tight in your lower belly, you needed to come, you could feel it, but something was wrong, tear stricken eyes looked at her and she grinned, “you can’t come baby, not until I let you too” she giggled and you almost slapped her, why was she doing this to you, Wanda increased her pace in you, her cock slammed into you with reckless abandon, and you couldn’t do anything, but take it.

“Oh baby, mommy’s so close too! I’m gonna fill you up nicely okay? You’re going to be so beautiful with my pups inside of you, fuck detka I love you!” She cried, her movement turned slightly sloppy as she pounded you, “please I need to come” you gasped, the coil was tightening in you, it felt awful, you needed to cum, you whined in frustration, “Wanda please!” You cried and the woman gave you a breathless laugh, “you wanna cum, baby?” She asked and you feverishly nodded, neck hurting from the force you did.

“I-I wanna pleaseee!” You cried and the sokovian almost felt bad for you, “if you do, then tell me that your mommy’s good little slut” you cried out at her words, but her cock felt so good in you, and your stomach was practically twisting with pleasure, “say it, say that you’re mommy’s good little slut, say that you love being my little cockslut” she hissed, hips slamming against your ass, Wanda could feel her orgasm approaching, “fuck baby.”

“Say it, Y/n.”

It was too much, everything was too much, you needed to cum, her words were intoxicating, you felt her in you, and god she felt so fucking good in you, her cock was hitting all the right spots, ‘it’s too much!’ Your mind screamed at you, and you felt yourself grow weaker the more her hips rutted in you, the delicious feeling of being stretched out by such a monstrous thing left your mind in shambles and you broke, gasping, no, screaming needily, your fingers nails ran down her back and your legs wrapped around her to pull her into you, making her go even deeper in you.

“I’m your slut! I’m m- mommy’s good little cockslut! Please mommy I-I need to cum!”

Wanda beamed at your submission, pride blooming in her chest, “that’s good malysh, so good, cum with me” she moaned, catching your lips in a heated kiss as she shoved herself deep into you, the tip of her cock snuggled right against your cervix and you screamed into her mouth as you orgasmed, soon you felt hot ropes of cum spill into you and groan left her lips as her hips stuttered, moving slowly as she fucked her cum as deep as she could into you. “Oh fuck, you’re going to be such a good mother, baby, my perfect girl” her voice was raspy and she slumped into of you, your hands wrapped around your shoulder and the two of you laid like that for a while.

You sniffled slightly and Wanda’s head snapped towards you, her eyes were back to green now, and they were laced with concern, “what’s wrong malysh?” She asked and you shook your head slightly, “tell me, baby” she pulled you into her chest, flipping you over so now you were the one laying on her chest, “mommy only wants to love you” she whispered, dropping soft kisses onto your face and you felt your resolve falter, “I-” you whispered, and the woman looked at you, head tilted slightly in confusion, “tell mommy baby, you know I’m not going to hurt you” she gently cupped your face, and you looked down, you hated how loved you felt by her, how safe you felt right now, even though you weren’t supposed to.

‘Maybe this is how it’s meant to be.’ Again that voice in your head whispered, ‘otherwise, why would it feel so right?’ You wanted to deny it, but it was the truth. Nothing had ever felt so right to you, she felt so good, you loved the way she treated you, how nice she was to you, how she had caused mass destruction just for you, no matter how twisted it was, love is still love, and that was just her way of declaring it to you, she was so gentle with you, you leaned into her warmth, it feels so right, you felt so loved by her, she went through so much, just for you. What type of person would you be, if you denied her the one thing she yearned for?

She loved you so much, you weren’t this shallow, how could you not love her? She was your home, she was your family and she was right, the people of Kamar Taj were just obstacles blocking you from your truth, Wanda was your fate and you weren’t going to run away from her anymore.

“I love you.”

It was like a huge weight was lifted from your shoulder and you snuggled into her, hiding your head into the crook of her neck as a shy smile spread across your face. Wanda gasped at your sudden confession, “what?” She asked and you giggled at her surprised tone, “Y/n” Wanda sat up straight and looked at your face with a bewildered look on her face, “what did you just say?” Her voice was breathless, did she not believe you? You frowned at her, “I said I love you, silly” you said as if it was obvious and the woman grinned at you, “really?” She asked and you nodded, “why?” Wanda cocked her head to the side, “because I see it now, you were right, you are my fate, I.. I feel so good with you, like this” you whispered, cheeks heating as you confessed to her.

Wanda smiled as you shied away from her, her precious girl was hers now, finally. You gasped as a tear slipped out of her eye, “why are you crying?” You asked a bit alarmed as she chuckled, “happy tears, detka” she whispered and you huffed, thinking you had said something wrong, Wanda couldn’t help but giggle as you wrapped your arms around her, “say it again” she asked, she wanted to hear it again, those three words, come out from your mouth once more, it made her so happy, you loved her, she had accomplished her goal.

“I love you, I love you so much,” you said, and Wanda hugged you tighter, you were finally hers, after so long, it almost felt too good to be true, but when she heard you chuckle against her, Wanda felt peace; something she hadn’t felt a long time. “I love you too” Wanda whispered and you gasped when you felt something shift against your lower belly, “oh” you whispered when you realized what it exactly was.

“Again?” You asked, and your lover giggled, giving you a shrug, “I just want to show you how much I really love you.”

It was safe to say that the two of you hadn’t gotten any sleep, as Wanda was too busy with showing how deep her love was for you and you were too busy basking in her love and affection.

“You should’ve gotten to me sooner” you chuckled as you stroked her hair, the two of you laying on the bed, holding each other, and watching the sun rise together. “Mhm, I should have” she mumbled tiredly against you and that’s when you realized, she didn’t have any type of rest since the incident Kamar Taj, not only had she exerted her power to considerable rate but also fucked you dumb? Your lover was definitely something else.

“Go to sleep” you said, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, and she hummed, “no you sleep first” you rolled your eyes at her words, “I will be here when you wake up Wanda, go to sleep” you mumbled and with a little hesitation, she let her eyes close and soon slipped into deep slumber, and you watched her sleeping face for a while, warmth blooming into your chest, how could you have even denied her at first? Wanda was the most beautiful you had ever seen, she was your everything. You pressed your lips against her soft skin just once more “I love you, Wanda” you whispered before you fell asleep.

Wanda opened her eyes with a smug grin on her face, as she looked at you, chest softly rising and falling as you sunk into sleep, “I love you even more, malysh.”

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LUSH LIFE | au masterlist

summary: wanda’s life with her adorably clueless assistant turned girlfriend, who not only drove her crazy, but also made her the happiest woman alive.

pairing: ceo!wanda x fem!bimbo!reader

warnings: age gap (wanda is 39 and r is 24), mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, fluff + additional warnings are given separately.

a/n: hi hi! this isn’t a series, just a collection of fics that i wrote about this pair, so have fun reading! they’re here to stay as permanent residents of my blog (*^▽^*)

CONTENT:

i. lose my breath

ⅱ. lush life

ⅲ. it’s a (cat)astrophe!

© maxilust 2023 — do not copy, translate or plagiarise.

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Bunny Wanda and Puppy Nat fighting with each other, arguing about who gets to fuck Milf R while R just watches on with amusement, and even gets some popcorn while Nat and Wanda roll around on the floor, biting and scratching each other.

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Puppy Nat who cries and waddles to you showing off her arm because “bunny bit me :(.” She will let you pull her to your lap so you can further inspect the bite mark, and Nat sticks her tongue out at Wanda because she’s the one that gets cuddles from mommy, not her. They’re just such playful pets that want your attention all for themselves <3

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Overstressed CEO! R going into little breakdowns, ducking her head onto her desk. When suddenly her Assistant Nat comes by.

Assistant Nat stroking your hair softly whilst asking if you're okay, swirling strands of your hair in the fingers. The little comforting moment - turning into bending you over your own desk, while she's fucking into R harshly, CEO!Reader's legs shaking, whilst they hold onto the end of the creaking Desk for dear life. Assistant! Nat's cum oozing out of your ass, while she's penetrating you in the pussy, squishing your ass. Trying your hardest to muffle her skin slapping against yours, answering some important calls.

Then, getting on your knees, cleaning up her cock with your mouth, taking little breaks to speak to the phone call you were still in.

Assistant Nat who even makes you cockwarm her whole you make important calls. She runs her hands through your thighs and kisses your neck trying to get you to break, but when you don’t, Natasha praises you for being such a well-behaved pet. She helps lessen your stress sm, and you adore her for it <3

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Family is more than Blood - Masterlist

You are the older sister of Natasha and Yelena, brought together by a Red Room Mission in Ohio. But to you blood doesn’t mean family and when the mission is over they are still your sisters. 

Main Story (2016 - 2018) 

Lean on Me by Bill Withers - Whispers of Natasha’s escape echo throughout the Red Room and you know it’s your chance to make a deal to ensure their safety. 

The World Turned Upside Down - Natasha and Yelena face the man that has destroyed the lives of so many young girls. They learn the things you had to do as part of your deal.  

Promise - As Melina goes through the data that Natasha took from Dreyokv, she finds your file and learns that your birthday is coming up. With the help of Natasha and the other Avengers, they try to give you a much needed break. 

What if I’m not needed? - Yelena wakes up from a nightmare and instead of going to Natasha she turns to you. 

Safe. You are Safe -  After returning to the compound from a solo mission to free a Widow, you are badly injured. But as a Widow injury means punishments and you can’t afford to be punished because who will protect your sisters if they kill you.

Patient - A higher level Widow is in NYC and you need your sisters help but when they can’t help you a new vistor to the compound may be the answer to your problems. 

A Helping a Hand - In 2013, Dreykov sends you on a mission that is a little below your skill level. But you don’t expect to run into the Avengers and your primary mission changed. 

You Have Yourself a Deal - Carol is worried when you don’t show up fro your date and she has every reason to worry when Natasha and Melina get a link to a security feed of your torture chamber. 

Darkest Mind - Sometimes the voices and the guilt got to loud and the only way you knew how to quiet the world around you was through pain.

Accidents Happen - When Carol has a nightmare and hurts you with her powers, your sisters don’t take it to well.

‘What Ifs’ 

It’s okay. Let me Go - Natasha calls you asking for a favor when an off world threat comes to threatens half of the Earth’s population.

Letters to a Goodbye - These are the letters you wrote to everyone before the time heist. Part 2 of It’s okay. Let me go. 

Face to Face - When Alexei tells you that the mission is over you’ve made a decision to give Melina, Yelena, and Natasha a chance to run 

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M.I.L.F | series masterlist

summary: wanda maximoff has an overbearing, annoying and a very provocative older woman as a neighbour who she totally doesn’t wanna fuck.

pairing: top!beefy!wanda x bottom!milf!reader

warnings: age gaps (wanda is 24 and reader is 38), top!wanda and bottom!reader, wanda has a penis, masturbation, oral, degradation, jealous!mean!wanda, slightly stalker behaviour, breeding kink.

a/n: hello hello ! i’m very excited to announce this series!! hopefully you all will like it as much i do ^^! also the warning are for the overall series separate ones will be included in the chapters! anyways have fun reading!

CHAPTERS:

❶ wanda has a problem

❷ IFHY (i fucking hate you)

❸ me and your mama

EXTRA CONTENT:

coming soon!

⤻ please do not repost, translate, plagiarise or copy my content, thank you.

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Listen To Your Princess

Princess Wanda Maximoff x Hand Lady Reader

Summary- Princess Wanda doesn’t like the way her people talk about people like her. People who love the way she does. She uses you to work through her frustration.

Word count- 2,699

Warnings- Homophobia (relevant to the time period), mention of beating and burning to death, Smut, eating out, fingering, pillow riding, masturbating, power play. Minors DNI (anything else lmk)

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“The disease has taken another girl from the village.”

Wanda’s mother, Queen Iryna Maximoff, announces from her place at the table, as if she is sharing a grave piece of information. 

“The men found her in bed with another man’s wife. They did their duty. Beat and burnt them both to stop the disease from spreading.” Iryna’s words anger her daughter. It is not this so-called “disease” that is killing off the girls of the village but the idiotic men. Men who refuse to believe their wife’s get more pleasure and comfort from other women than from their husbands. 

Wanda keeps her eyes downcast, staring at the table as her parents continue talking amongst themselves. She counts down the seconds before she can excuse herself from the table and return to her chambers where you are. 

“We must hope none of our servant girls catch this disease, my love. It would be such a bother to replace them.” Wanda’s father, King Olek Maximoff, speaks from the head of the table, making Wanda’s blood boil. They would kill you if they knew your secret. They’d have the guards beat you and burn you in front of her, making her watch in hopes of “curing” her. Her hand tightens around her wine cup, her knuckles turning white with the strength she grips it with. She won’t let that happen. She won’t ever let anyone lay a hand on you. 

They wouldn’t kill Wanda of course. They need her alive, her fathers one and only heir to the kingdom. One day she will be queen. She will be expected to take a husband, to give him sons who will be her heirs. The notion is laughable. There is only one person Wanda intends to marry and that person is not a man. 

Sometimes, on days like today, when ignorant people speak of people like her as wrong, Wanda likes to imagine the day she will become queen. When she will have absolute power above the kingdoms. When she will use her power to stand before everyone and proclaim you as her queen and her kingdom a place where anyone can love and be loved.

“I’ve heard of a new treatment for the disease coming from the North.” Iryna says, a hint of relief in her voice.

No. Wanda knows what her mother is about to say. She’s heard of the same “treatment” herself. It makes it feel sick, fills her with rage. She wants to hang any person who’d dare try to “treat” another human that way.

“May I be excused?” Wanda asks, looking to her father. It’s been long enough now, she should be able to leave without either of her parents questioning why.

“You may.” Olek dismisses his daughter, waving her off with a flick of his wrist. She doesn’t waste a second, standing from her chair and pushing it in then making her way to her chamber to meet you.

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Wanda pushes through her chamber door with the intention to grab you and fling you against the bed, to work through her current swirling storm of emotions by burying herself between your legs. However she can’t help but pause when she enters the room to see your smiling face.

“Princess.” You greet the brunette, curtsying as a sign of respect. “I’ve missed you.”

Wanda takes a deep, steading, breath, trying to hold in her emotions. She loves you. She really, truly loves you. How could that be wrong? How could anyone condemn your beautiful, kind and caring self to death simply because of the love she holds for you and you for her. 

“Princess?” You ask, seeing the inner turmoil written all over her face. You step toward her, wanting to offer any comfort you can. “Is everything alright?”

Your words snap Wanda back to her senses. Her anger toward the world and her parents coming back tenfold. She almost feels bad about what she’s about to do, standing there looking at the concern and love written over your face.

But she needs it. Right now she needs it more than she needs the blood in her veins or her claim to the throne. Plus she knows you’ll enjoy it, you always do.

“Get on the bed, y/n.” Her voice comes out deep, her accent thick on her tongue. Her dark, lust filled eyes trail over you as you do as told, sitting on the bed with no hesitation, your palms laying flat against your thighs, the way you know she likes.

“Such a good girl for me. Such an obedient girl for your princess.” Wanda praises you, closing the door before closing the distance between you. She runs her hands over your body, delighting in the quiet sounds that leave your lips.

Without taking her eyes off of you Wanda reaches behind you, pulling one of her plush, heavy pillows from the headboard and placing it in front of you. “Strip and get on top of it.”

You can’t help the noise that leaves your mouth at her command, nor the flood of arousal that settles between your legs. Despite both these things, your lover has never asked you to do this specific thing before and you can’t help but be hesitant. “Princess l-”

“Don’t you want to be a good girl y/n? Don’t you want to do as your princess commands you?” Her voice comes out demanding, but the look in her eyes is one of desperation. She needs this. Needs you to behave for her. 

Wanda’s hand comes up to stroke your face, giving you the silent comfort and encouragement you need to do as she says. “Go on now.” She says, patting the pillow in front of you. “Spread your legs over the pillow like a good girl. Make your princess proud.”

Her words cause heat to settle in your abdomen. You nod your head in compliance, bringing your fingers to unbutton your dress and removing it over your head. Once you sit bare before her you mount the pillow, looking her in the eye and wait for her next command.

Wanda steps back to admire the image before her. The sight of you naked and waiting in front of her has arousal pooling between her legs. She moves backward until she sits herself in a chair opposite the bed. She takes her time looking you over, ingraining the image in her mind, saving it away for a day when she cannot be near you.

“Move your hips, Dekta. Ride the pillow for your princess.”

At her command you begin to move your hips against the pillow, the friction of it against your clit causing a heat to flush through your body. Your hips move slowly against the fabric, allowing the languid movement to ease you into the new position. 

You don’t take your eyes off the princess as you continue your movements, even as quiet moans tumble past your lips. Your hands come behind you, resting just behind your back to give her a better view. You hear her breath hitch, her eyes darkening more, barley a sliver of green left visible. 

“Faster.” Wanda orders you, slipping her hand beneath her dress. Her fingers find her clit rubbing fast, tight circles over it. 

You do as she says, picking up the pace of your hips against the pillow. Your thighs threaten to squeeze shut at the pleasure it brings you, but you will yourself to keep them open. “Gods that feels good.” You moan out, your thighs shaking around the pillow. 

“That’s right baby, keep riding that pillow until you come like the good little slut you are.” Wanda orders breathily, slipping two fingers inside herself and grinding against the palm of her hand. Watching you fuck yourself as she orders turns her on more then she could have thought, the desire inside her building to a near uncomfortable level.

“Princess- Wanda- Oh gods. I’m going to cum.” You moan out, grating your hips harder against the cushion between your legs, the added friction pushing you right up to the edge.

“Go on baby. Come on your pillow like the whore you are.” Wanda picks up the pace of her fingers, intent on pushing herself over the edge at the same time as you. “F-fuck.” She moans, watching you fall apart in front of her. “Don’t stop, Dekta. Don’t stop until I’ve cum. I’m so close, Dorogoy.”

You continue to grind against the pillow, riding out your high until Wanda comes around her fingers, moaning loudly and keeping her eyes on you as she does so. 

The princess takes a minute to catch her breath, her eyes never leaving your panting figure. But her hunger returns tenfold when she sees you accidentally move against the object between your legs, a whimper falling from your lips at the stimulation.

“Lie down y/n. I’m not finished with you yet.” She orders, her voice leaving no room for debate. Wanda watches as you take in her words, as the uncertainty fills your eyes and you try to close your legs. “Ah, ah, ah, pretty girl. Lie down and spread your legs for your future queen.”

Wanda stands from her chair, riding herself of her dress as she walks toward you and joins you on the bed. She smirks in satisfaction, watching you do as she says, spreading your legs for her. “Good girl.” She mumbles against the inside of your thighs, leaving kisses and bites there, marking you as hers.

Wanda kisses her way up the inside of your thighs, leaving her marks as she goes until she reaches the apex of your thighs. She takes a second to look you over before moving forward, licking through your folds and sucking your clit into her mouth.

“Wanda.” You moan, burying your fingers in her hair to hold her close.

Hearing you moan her name reminds Wanda of the reason she has you in her bed, you specifically. Not just because she wants to feel, but because she loves you.

Then she remembers the words of her parents, the reason she has sought you out filled with frustrations in the first place. Without warning she plunges two fingers inside you, starting out with a fast, brutal pace, causing you to cry out.

She kisses her way up your body, leaving open mouth misses as she goes until she reaches your lips. She takes your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it away from you as she listens to you whimper and moan. “Please, princess. Slow down.” You whimper, moving your hands to rest on her chest. Without thinking Wanda takes both your wrists in her hand, pinning them above you on the bed. 

“Wanda?” You ask but your words don’t reach her, her mind focused on the rage that swirls around her. “How can it be wrong for me to love you the way I do.” She asks herself, curling her fingers against the spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

Wanda continues her assault on that one spot, making your thighs shake and your back arch into her. “Wanda please.” You sob, the pleasure becoming to much for you. Your not sure if your begging her to stop or fuck you harder, but you can’t help yourself from begging. “Please, Wanda. Please.” She lowers her mouth, taking your nipple into her warm, wet mouth and sucking on it.

Wanda brings the palm of her hand to rest against your clit, grinding it against the bundle of nerves as she continues to move her fingers inside you. She releases your nipple from her mouth, a string of saliva following her as she moves up to mumble against your open, moaning mouth. “How can the way you squeeze around my fingers and cry out in pleasure be anything other than right.” The added pressure along with her words has you clamping down on her fingers, coming apart with her name on your lips.

Wanda continues to fuck her fingers into you at a hard, fast pace, only coming back to herself when she feels you pushing of her hand holding down your own. Her mind clears of its rage filled fog, her eyes focus on tears in your eyes, her ears on the whimpers and mules falling from your lips.

Panic sets into her bones, she hadn’t meant to hurt you, she’d just been so angry. At her parents, at the world. At herself for not wanting men the way she wants you, at you for making it so easy for her to love you.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry y/n.” Wanda stutters out, lunging forward to take you into her arms, flipping your positions so you lie on top of her. She continues to mummer apologizes against the crown of your head, weaving her fingers through your hair to sooth you, tears slipping down her cheeks the whole time.

Only when your body stops shaking and you wrap your arms around her does Wanda’s heart release itself from the vice grip her panic put on it.. “Shh, my love.” You whisper against her skin. “I’m alright, just overspent. You’ve not done anything wrong, it's okay.” 

“I’m so sorry, Dekta.” Wanda whispers into the room once more. You simply press a kiss against her shoulder in response, wordlessly accepting her apology.

The room is engulfed in silence for a minute as you both allow yourselves to catch your breath. You rest your head against her chest and use your fingers to draw shapes over her bare skin. 

“What happened, Wands?” You ask, no hint of judgment or resentment in your voice.  “I’ve never seen you like that before. I’m not complaining I just- you don’t seem quite alright.”

Wanda stiffens beneath you, the hand in your hair halting its movements for a second before picking up its momentum again. “Mother and father were talking about the “disease” that ravages the village again.”

“Hmm. What else?” You ask, nuzzling against her chest, tightening your hold on her.

Wanda stops. She stares at you with her mouth open, shock clear on her face. “What else? Y/n they talk about people like us as if we’re a plague to be wiped from the earth. As if my love for you means less because you are not a man.”

“Yes but they usually do. I’ve never seen it bother you this much.” You look up at her, your eyes narrowed at the woman you love. “What else was said?”

Wanda tightens her hold on your, pulling your body impossibly closer to hers. She can’t look you in the eye, how could she, her parents made clear that if they caught any of the servants presenting with symptoms of the “disease” they would have them killed. That includes you. How could she look into your beautiful eyes and tell you that her parents would have you beaten and burned if they ever found out what you feel for each other.

She can’t. She won’t. Because speaking the words would bring a truth to them all to real. She doesn’t want to entertain the idea of ever losing you that way.

“It doesn’t matter, my love.” Taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger, Wanda makes sure you look her in the eyes as she speaks her next words. “They are entitled to their opinions, Dekta. What they are not entitled to is forcing others to conform to them. They do not get to tell us our love is less or wrong because of who we are. Do you understand me?”

“I understand, princess.” You say, resting your head back against her chest, closing your eyes ready to let the exhaustion take you.

Watching you drift off to sleep in her arms Wanda decides she doesn’t care what she has to do, who she has to strike down, she’s going to make you her wife one day. She places a kiss to the crown of your head, listening to your even, sleepy breaths as she whispers into the room. 

“One day I’ll make you my queen, y/n. And no one in the seven kingdoms can stop me.”

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A/n- I got the idea and wrote this so fast it hasn’t been proof read but here you go 🤲🏻

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Hey can I request a wanda x fem reader where wanda and reader are dating and wanda knows this sweet side of the reader but one day the avengers go on a mission and need reader’s help because she is a CEO of a company bigger than stark industries and she is all badass and destroys whomever the avengers need destroyed.would love nat, tony and reader friendship.

The CEO

Summary: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1440

a/n: I’m sorry I don’t know how to be intimidating

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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“He’s not giving us anything.” Natasha walks into the room, where Wanda and Tony are watching the interrogation room. “He keeps asking for his lawyer.”

“Can’t you like,” Tony imitates punching sounds, “do that to get through to him.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Natasha rolls her eyes. “At the end of the day, we don’t have hard evidence he is the behind the organization.”

A particular organization has been tormenting the Avengers for a long time now. They’ve started attacks against people and buildings, destroying many important properties and killing people. Yet, they have always hidden any possible leads.

Until now. They finally caught someone, Mr Blight. The group’s clean up crew made a mistake and left evidence on site, bringing the Avengers to him.

After bringing him to the compound for interrogation an hour ago, they’ve gotten nowhere. He’s smart, he knows what they can and can’t do, which is why they have to think something different before they run out of time.

Wanda stares at screen, deep in thought. “Where did you say he worked at?”

“He is one of the owners of the Blight Industries.” Tony glances at the file they have on him. It’s a thin file. “Do you know him?”

“I think his company works with Y/N’s company.”

“Miss bubblegum’s company?” He frowns, looking at the man though the monitor. “Really?”

“Oh, this’ll be fun.” Natasha grins. “She can help us, right?” She turns to Wanda.

Taking out her phone, Wanda starts texting her girlfriend. “Uh, yeah. I think she could help us.” She mumbles, a bit unsure on bringing her into an Avengers mission. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Wanda and Y/N have been dating for two months, they’re still in very much their honeymoon phase, neither really talking about work things. However, Natasha and Y/N have been friends for a long time. She actually introduced the couple to each other. She also still continuously reminds them of this, taking great pride into making their relationship happen.

“Oh, yeah. She’ll be able to crack him.”

Tony and Wanda both frown. “Am I missing something here?” He points at Natasha. “How will little miss sunshine help us?”

“You’ll be in for a treat.”

Tony pushes Mr Blight forward when the elevator comes to a stop. He is already looking nervous, he recognizes where they are. “Wait.” Tony looks around the building. “Why did neither of you tell me Y/N is the CEO of the biggest company in the US? I’ve been trying to get a meeting with the boss for ages about Stark Industries, but I always get a negative answer.”

Letting out a short laugh, Natasha leads them in front of Y/N’s office. “Maybe your company isn’t that important.” She mumbles, throwing him a look. Knocking on the door, she opens it for Mr Blight when a faint come in comes from the other side. “Don’t shake too much, she can sense fear.” Natasha whispers with a smirk when he walks past her.

Wanda furrows her brows, moving in front of the window. The blinds are mostly shut, but she can see inside the room through a small crack. Natasha and Tony move next to her, the latter being a lot less inconspicuous about snooping.

“Natasha, care to tell us how she’ll help us?”

“She breaks anyone who walks into that room.”

Y/N is working on her computer, completely ignoring Mr Blight walking into the room. He closes the door behind him, slowly making his voice towards the table.

He clears his throat, but Y/N pays no mind to it. “Should I- sit? Or, maybe..”

“What do you usually do when you walk inside someone else’s office, Mr Blight?” She finally lifts up her head from the screen.

Nodding, Mr Blight sits down to one of the chairs. He lays his hands on his lap, though he can’t stop moving them.

“We have been business partners for a long time, have we not, Mr Blight?” Y/N sits on her office chair with the perfect posture, her hands laying on the table. The look on her face is neutral, but terrifying.

Mr Blight clears his throat before answering, so Y/N wouldn’t hear it shake. “Yes, we have.”

“So,” sighing, Y/N shakes her head, “imagine my surprise when I hear you’ve made an enemy out of the Avengers.” She tilts her head, making Mr Blight gulp. “Do you understand how this looks like to my company, that I have worked so hard to build from the ground up?”

“I- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.”

“See, I don’t think you do.” She stands up, leaning closer to him. “You’re making this more difficult for everyone involved by not telling the truth.”

“Respectfully, Miss Y/L/N, I have spoken the truth. I have no ties w-“

“Have you?” Y/N interrupts him. She stands up properly and turns her monitor to face Mr Blight. “You’re aware that I know everything, correct?” He nods. “So, what you’re telling me is, if I open these files over here,” she points towards the files shown on her monitor, “there will be nothing about you deciding to join the organization two months ago?”

His eyes widen. He tries to hide his expressions, but nothing goes unnoticed by her. Mr Blight opens his mouth to say something, anything to save his name, but nothing comes out.

“On the second of September, you made a donation to a charity, which then send out that money to a third party.” She reads through one of the files. “You’ve been making consistent visits to Washington DC once a week, in the guise of visiting family. However, I remember you telling me your family move abroad last summer, is that right?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“But, what Mr Blight?” Her voice raises a notch. She stares him down, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you have some other excuses? Or lies perhaps?”

He shakes his head in defeat. “I will talk to the Avengers.” He mumbles. Y/N raises her brow, waiting for something more. “And I will tell them everything.”

Y/N smiles, expressing him to stand up, which he does. “A pleasure. Remember to tell Blight Industries we aren’t working together anymore before you get locked up, would you?” She shakes his hand when he doesn’t know what to answer, before pointing to the door. “You may leave.”

Mr Blight opens the office door, getting grabbed by a SHIELD agent and pulled away. Natasha, Tony and Wanda stay behind, stepping into the office.

“Hi!” Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she waves at them. “So glad to see you guys. I hope I was able to help.” She kisses Wanda before hugging Natasha.

Tony is looking at her with an indescribable look. “You, are a fraud.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N frowns, tilting her head to the side.

“That!” Tony points at her. “You did that while talking to Mr Blight and looked scary, just like witchy woo over here when she does her thing, and now-“ he moves his hands around her and Wanda, “now you look like a cinnamon roll.”

With a grin, Natasha throws her hand over Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “She has been my secret weapon for years. You don’t understand how many people she has broken.”

Wanda stays quiet as she listens to the conversation. She has only seen the sweet side of Y/N, but she isn’t necessarily disappointed by the other side either.

“I think I like you even more now.” Tony pats her arm. “Now, do you think we could talk about a collaboration between Stark Ind-“

“No.” Y/N states. “There’s a reason I always tell you no.” She smiles sweetly at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I still have work to do.”

“Thank you for your help, I’ll see you later.” Natasha grabs Tony’s suit and pulls him away from the room, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone.

“Hi.” Y/N smiles.

“Hey.” With a brow raised, Wanda stares at her. “That was different.” She mumbles, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist. “I kind of liked it.” Using her magic, she closes and locks the door.

“Oh, really?” Y/N grins, her arms going around Wanda’s neck. She giggles as Wanda starts kissing her neck while pushing her backwards. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Wanda lifts Y/N, so she’s sitting on the table. “I have some time.” With a smirk, she goes right back to attacking her neck.

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Professor Romanoff - Are you insane like me? (Chapter I)

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Innocent Student!Reader

Warnings: DARK!FIC MINORS DNI +18 ONLY. Dark!Natasha Romanoff, age gap (N38|R18), teasing, toxic behavior/stalking, pet names, masturbation (N), explicit sex fantasies, mentions of child abuse, meltdown, mommy issues, intrusive thoughts (killing someone) (not proof read)

Words count: 4k

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"I need all of your informs on my desk by the end of the class." Her tone resounded in your ears, taking you out of your dirty thoughts about your professor. "Open your books, page 68 to 75. Do all the exercises and if anyone need help come to my desk."

Professor Romanoff came back and took seat in her chair, she grabbed her current lecture and hopefully no one would come to ask for help. But she was wrong, because you were there, needing her attention. Again.

"Yes, Miss y/l/n?" She didn't even look up to know that it was you.

"I- I have a little trouble with this one," Your body leaned over her desk by itself, with your hand on the book, you pointed with your finger to the third question. Miss Romanoff had to hold the chuckle before your nervousness.

"Oh, that's quite simple, I thought you studied for this, Miss y/l/n." her tone of disappointment made you desperate, that was the last thing you wanted.

"But, I did, Miss Romanoff." You whined.

"If you did study, you would know the answer," You were about to speak again when she cut you off. "Stay behind when the class is done." and with that, your professor told you to sit again.

The class came to its end, finally. You quickly put all your stuff in your bag and wait for everyone to leave, this was the last lesson of the day, which means that you could stay here with her without worrying about getting late to the next class. She wasn't paying attention to the students that wave her goodbye after leaving their informs on top of her desk, she was just focused on a written paper that didn't say anything important, just kept her occupied to wait for you and ignore the rest of her students.

She wasn't the kind professor that makes you want to come to her class, or talks to you about your day or asks personal questions, she was reserved, authoritative, mean even, but that only trapped and intrigued you more about her.

"Come here, y/n." Her voice calling you sent shivers through your spine, walking fastly to her desk. "Sit." she pointed her chair as she got up for you to take seat.

Her gaze quickly fell into your cleavage, the few buttons undone, purposely, of your shirt took her attention. Your hands ran nervously over your thighs, swiping the sweat of your palms against the fabric of your skirt. You lift your head to look at her, catching her eyes running over your body, you cleared your throat "Miss Romanoff?"

"Take out your book, I wanna see what you'd done." you lean to the floor to grab the exercise book from your backpack, your skirt raising to the side just letting her see a little more skin of yours. You sat back properly, with the pages open for her to see your work.

Your body jolt as you felt professor Romanoff's breath against your neck when she leaned over to look closely your answers, making you gulp at the sudden intrusion over your personal space.

"I won't bite you, y/n," her hand gripped the end of the desk for support, the way your name rolled out of her tongue made your thighs rub together and that didn't go unnoticed by Miss Romanoff.

She wanted to bite you, so badly, that she had to fight the urge to taste the skin of your neck right there. She couldn't risk to scare you, yet, she needed to earn your trust first. "The answers are correct, even the one you had trouble with, so, why you needed my help if you did it anyway?"

"I- I don't know," Lie. You knew why. But her breath was so distracting that your stupid brain find it hard to stay focused on what she was asking you.

"You wanted me to praised you? Say that you did good, that you are smart, Miss y/l/n?" it felt like she was whispering right at you ear, the way the hot air came out of her mouth and crashed against your skin. "You did good, you're such smart girl." your brain couldn't figure it out if she said that teasingly or she really mean it.

"Thanks, professor." you breath out.

"Now, tell me the reason why we are here, Miss y/l/n." the air got caught in your throat and you weren't sure if you could trust your words. "I don't like to repeat myself."

"Be-because I wanted y-your attention." you didn't know how you managed to take the words out of your mouth, even if it was a whispered answer. Talking fells really hard at this moment.

"Do I make you nervous, y/n?" Miss Romanoff was enjoying this too much, your nervousness, how your cheeks turn into shades of red every time she speaks at you closely, how you clench and squirm in her seat.

"No, Miss Romanoff."

"Do not try to lie to me, I know everything." you held your breath for a second before she spoke again "Go home, and I want another inform about what we learned today for tomorrow." You head out to the school building, getting into your car and making your way home, without noticing the black matte corvette following you a few meters away.

Natasha was placidly sitting in her couch, watching you through the windows, you weren't very discreet, you didn't even had curtains. But how would you know that some kind of pervert could watch you in the twenty floor. You were wrong, again.

She rent the apartment right in front of yours across the street, Natasha needed to watch you every moment of the day, but the part she loved the most was when you'd undressed yourself and walk just in underwear around your kitchen, sometimes even without bra. Natasha got off more many times that she could count by the sight of you living your life almost naked every night.

Tonight was one of that nights, where her hand starts to run over her body, making her way down to her core in the dark of her living room. Where she spreads her wet folds with her fingers, stroking her neglected clit from all day having to look at you without can do all the lustful things she already planned for you. Thrusting her digits inside her tight hole, stretching herself out while watching how you are currently watching tv in just lace red lingerie, oblivious of what's happening just across the street. Oblivious of your favorite professor moaning your name.

"Fuck, y/n," the redhead groans, even when no one than her can hear it, touching herself at the thought of your fingers deep inside her dripping pussy.

At the thought of how she would use you for her own and only her pleasure. She would tie your hands to the headboard of her bed, or yours, attach the red seven inches large strap-on, that she bought just for you, on your hips to ride you. She wouldn't let you touch her, unless she allowed it. And when she cums, she would make you suck clean her dildo. Natasha was dreaming of how good you would feel under her, how she would like to hear your begs and whines just to let you touch her just a little of her skin. She pictured how would you look spread open for her to taste you, how good would you taste, she would make you cum over and over, until you're so overwhelmed that you'd beg her to stop. She wanted to make you a mess, to ruin you, and she would be so proud of it.

The redhead came undone under your name, while you were watching your comfort show, trying to relax before start to do the homework she gave to you this afternoon. But just at the reminder of your untouched assignment, images of Miss Romanoff began to flew through your mind. She looked so good today with that red shirt and her black pencil skirt. Another time drooling over her.

Perfect timing, you were out of her sight as she recovered from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her fingers still deep inside her throbbing pussy. She needed you to herself as soon as possible.

You ended her assignment two hours later, trying to make it perfect so she could praise you. Oh, you did like her praises, but you would like more another ones. Suddenly you asked yourself how would she'd be in bed, she looks very dominant, would she like it rough? Would she tie you up? Would she spank you? How would she call you? How would she like to be called? So many questions running through your head, all without answers.

What would happen if you push her buttons? In the worst scenario she would get you off of her class. Let's try your luck.

"Hot skinny latte macchiato with two shots of espresso, please," it's Wednesday, what means that you go to Starbucks instead of having breakfast in your apartment. As you were waiting for your drink, the known redhead crossed the door, not casually.

After her little sinful moment yesterday and her lack of patience by now, she decided to get closer to you. But you didn't have to know that the encounter you two are going to have is intentionally.

"Can I have a tall honey almond milk flat white, please?" You knew that voice. You would recognize that raspy tone everywhere. You turned around to confirm that it was her. She looks gorgeous today. Natasha paid her drink and moved to the counter to see you waiting there.

"Morning, Miss Romanoff." you greeted her with a smile.

"Morning, Miss y/l/n, what a coincidence meeting you here."

"Well, I come here every Wednesday." you let her know, maybe expecting to her to come to see you. But Natasha already knows this, in fact.

"That's good to know." she smirks at you, your knees feel weak for a second and you thought that she doesn't even imagine the effect she had on you, but you're the fool here. Your coffees are ready at the same time, so she offers to give you a ride, since you came walking. You try to refuse, but it's so hard to say no to her, plus, she's not going to take a no for answer.

As you get in her car, she holds your drink for you to sit comfortably, you did the same for her as she starts driving.

"Have you'd done what I asked you to?" Her eyes don't leave the road, but your's are focused on her.

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

"Good girl." you had to gulp, otherwise you would spit your coffee all over your uniform. "I'll wait for you in my office at the end of day." You only nodded to her, you couldn't trust your words right now.

Natasha's smirk was caused because of how easily is to frustrate you, and how pretty you look with your cheeks blushed. She took that in mind, just to tease you later in her office.

She was trying so hard to not look at you, but it was nearly impossible when you crossed your legs and that little skirt of yours raised, showing your thighs, with that her mind play her a bad time. She needed you on top of her, her face, specifically, she needed you to ride her face, to squeeze her head with those perfect legs, she needed to bury her tongue deep inside your cunt, to push her nose against your clit and making you grind against it. All that thoughts were interrupted by the tall building in front of her, you wouldn't be by her side anymore, not till a few hours more.

"Thanks for the ride, Miss Romanoff." you said seductively to her once she parked her car. She groaned in frustration, how could she be that aroused at eight in the morning? After a few a deep breaths, she made her way to her first class, she didn't like being left frustrated. The day passed so slowly that Natasha thought that maybe her clock was running back. She couldn't wait to see you again. And you felt the same.

Two knocks on the wooden door resounded in Professor Romanoff's office, after mutter a 'come in' you entered the room, for the first time, but certainly, not the last.

"Miss Romanoff." She lifted her gaze to you, her eyes quickly falling to your cleavage, your shirt was with more buttons undone than required, then they fell to your thighs, how your skirt was slightly shorter than this morning, you were dressing like that on purpose.

"Sit, Miss y/l/n." You approach the chair in front of her desk, crossing your legs a resting your hands on your knee. "Your inform?"

"Oh,r yeah." for a second you forgot the reason why you were there. You handled the paper to the redhead, expecting that she dismissed you, but she made you sit again.

"Where are you going?" her raspy voice took you by surprise.

"Uhm I thought I-"

"Nothing, you stay here until I finish to correct this, if you made a mistake we'll see it together so I cam help you, okay?" you nodded as she smirked at you.

Natasha told you that she needed to finish some other papers first, which it means this is going to take time, but you really didn't care, you just wanted to be with her even if she didn't pay attention to you.

You crossed and uncrossed your legs, shift your position in the chair, stand up and walk to the door and back. You were boring, but who could judge you? You were sitting there for an hour and Miss Romanoff didn't even touch your assignment.

You felt your phone vibrate, checking quickly just in case it was your mother. Unfortunately, it was her. She started to bombard you with a lot of mean words, to treat you like she always does. You tried to not pay attention to it, just reading all without answering. Until you heard a distant buzzing sound.

"y/n! Are you okay?" you meet your professor's worried eyes.

"Yes." you whispered, hoping that she could hear it.

"You're crying." Your hand went to your cheeks, wet. You didn't realize that you were crying, you were just dissociating.

"I'm sorry, Miss Romanoff, I- I've to go." You were about to step out of her office when her hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you to her warm body, embracing you tightly. You bursted into tears the moment she pressed you against her. One of her arms holding you firmly as the other was caressing your hair.

"It's okay, detka," she whispered sweetly, the pet name scaped from her mouth before she could realized, but you didn't noticed. "I'm here." that reassurance calmed you.

"I- I my mom, she," you couldn't even talk, you were sobbing your words, choking with your breath.

"It's okay, just breathe, take a deep breath with me." She separates from you, both of her hands cupping your face as she inhaled deeply for you to mirror her. "You can do it, breathe for me, in through your nose."

Your body responded to her words, finally stopping the fight to let the air enter to your lungs. Your breath hitch on your throat as you try to normalize it.

"Hold it," you don't break eye contact with her "now out of your mouth, yeah like that." her hands are gently caressing your cheeks. "Repeat it with me."

You take another deep breath, holding the air for a few seconds until exhaling it again.

"That's it, I knew you could do it." Natasha smiled at you.

You feel dizzy, lightheaded, but calmer than minutes before. Your eyes fall shut, not wanting to look at her, feeling embarrassed for the statement she saw you through.

"I-I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to see me like this, I just- I don't know." her thumbs whipe the last tears off of your face. Natasha shakes her head.

"You don't have to apologize for that, it happened to me too, you're just letting your feelings out." you look at the floor as her hands doesn't hold you anymore "I'm here, I mean, if you need anything." The knot in your throat doesn't disappear, not even the many times you swallow it. "Can you tell me what happened?"

The redhead guides you to the couch with her hand on your lower back, sitting right next to you. Your legs slightly shaking because of the moment of distress.

"My mother, she's just, the worst," you make a pause, still can't look at her "I don't think I can even call her 'mother'." you bite the inside of your cheek, your head turning to your professor as she rest her right hand on your upper knee.

"Did she do something to you?" Natasha knew that you had mommy issues, it was clearly as crystal, but she didn't know why. She was taking advantage of your current state, but she needed that to have something to use against you, to have you. In her mind, this was all to help you after all.

"She has always been mean to me, she didn't even want me in first place. I'm her bigger mistake, her bigger regret." Natasha started to draw circles with her thumb on your exposed skin, trying to reassure you that she was there for you. "She's always remembering that I shouldn't be here, that I'm falling at school, that I'm no one, maybe she's right."

"That's not the truth, you're an amazing student, the best one, and you're a beautiful women, you're just discovering the world." your teary eyes looked at her, lip pouting, trying to not sob again. "There's something else you want to tell me?"

"She, she abused me a lot, when I was younger, she didn't stop until I ran away." You took a few deep breaths before continue. "She used to hit me, every single day, with her belt, with her hand. She just came home angry from work and released all her furious with me, on me." The tears started to fall again, drenching your face, your neck. The memories of your mother abusing you running through your head, how she used to hit you until your skin was open and bloodying, until you passed out.

"I'm sorry you had go through all this horrible things, and I know you're not telling me everything, but you can always come to me, I'm here for you." she pulled you into her arms, her warm hugging your tiny body, making you feel protected.

"Thanks, Miss Romanoff." you inhaled her essence, she smelled exquisite.

"What about I drive you home, it's late for a pretty girl like you walk alone," Does she think you're pretty?

"Oh no, I don't want to bother you more than I already did." you lean back to sit straight, already missing the comfort of her body pressed to yours.

"I won't accept a no for answer, come on, let's take you home."

You thought of how nice Miss Romanoff was, how kind and sweet she was to you, when she wasn't nothing but mean in class, but that's because the other doesn't know this part about her and you were grateful the older woman showed it to you. That you could see this caring person behind her mean facade.

Natasha was driving you home, she even let you connect your phone to her stereo to play the music you like. You couldn't help but fixed your eyes on her, her face, her hands, her body, everything about her was beautiful, you'd never seen a woman like her. She was exactly your type, older, redhead and authoritative.

"Did you eat something today?" your relationship with food wasn't the best, you always skip meals and don't eat properly.

"Uhm," She looked at you with narrowed eyes.

"You didn't, did you?" she was right.

"No, Miss Romanoff, but I'll eat as soon as I'm home, I promise!" Natasha just shake her head.

"I'll buy you something." She changed quickly turned her way, driving to your favorite fast food place, McDonald's. As you saw the giant bright-yellow M you smiled excitedly, thanking her for taking you here. She entered the auto-Mc, telling your order and hers, even arguing with you because you wanted to pay your food but she didn't let you.

'It's my treat for you, for being a good girl and let me take care of you' That's what she said. And you would been laying if you said you weren't blushing at her words, the woman got you so easily that was embarrassing.

You ate in silence in the parking lot, not an uncomfortable one, though. You were just enjoying the time alone with her, while she was thinking in how easily is going to have you the way she wants, now woth the new information of the problems with your mother she realized how easily to corrupt and manipulate you was. She wanted to kill your mother too, the fact the she hurt you and abused you infuriates her. Maybe she'll do it.

After you two finished the food, she drove you home, she parked in front of your building and gave you her number, just in case. She kissed your cheek in goodbye as you whispered her goodnight, Miss Romanoff in her ear.

Natasha waited for you to enter to the elevator to pretend that she made her way home, when actually she just needed to enter to the parking in the building in front of yours, but you didn't have to know that. She went to sleep happily after this new interaction with you, she couldn't wait to have you properly.

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[falsescarletwitch]

more fuckgirl!wanda x reader , can we have wanda show her protective dom side

off limits.

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

content warnings: minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

word count: 3.28k

note. writing feels kinda all over the place am sorry,, i went both protective and possessive (they sometimes confuse me while writing loool) but i hope u enjoy it and ty for request!

Wanda was both a woman of contradictions and a force to be reckoned with. On one hand, she was a disciplined and hard-working leader, respected by her peers and admired for her dedication to the sorority. On the other, she was a party animal, a woman who loved nothing more than to let loose, have a good time, and charm women left and right. No doubt was she popular, with everyone from the freshmen to the seniors looking up to her as a role model. Her energy was infectious, and her spirit was unstoppable, as she flitted from one party to another, always with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand.

And her game was undoubtedly unmatched. With the tiniest twinkle in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips, Wanda could make even the most stoic person melt with desire. She was the object of desire for many who crossed her path, making her popularity with everyone on campus legendary, people drawn to her like a magnet. Enjoying the game of love, teasing and tempting those around her, she loved the attention, and always knew how to charm and seduce with ease. Her flirtatious nature was a part of her, an extension of her personality, and it was something that she enjoyed using to her advantage. It was a game that she played with finesse and skill, a dance of words and gestures that left those around her breathless and wanting more.

But while others voluntarily gave her attention, there was only one person she wanted, and that was you.

You and Wanda always had an undeniable attraction towards each other, a magnetic force that seemed to draw you together, no matter how hard you tried to resist. There was a tension between you two, a spark that ignited every time you were in the same room, eyes locking, and bodies leaning in closer. It was as if you shared a secret language, a hidden connection that only you and her could understand, and that seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. And yet, despite your chemistry, you were not together, and it seemed as if you would never be. Much to Wanda’s disappointment, you have always rejected her pursuits and advances. Unlike her, you valued the time you spend with another person, wanting more than to be a fling. You wanted love from someone who adored you, someone who made you feel special, and initially, you didn’t think Wanda could be that person.

Wanda stood at the edge of the crowded sorority party, drink in her hand, eyes fixed on you. The room was alive with music and chatter, but for Wanda, it all faded away into the background as she watched as you entered the room, greeting everyone who came up to you with such gracefulness. Wanda always knew you liked to look good, but God, why did you have to wear something as sexy as that? The black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the skin on your back completely exposed for everyone to see. Wanda was entranced, her heart beating faster as she felt the pull of attraction towards you. She tried to look away, to focus on something else, maybe on the girls who were already talking to her, but no one could compete with you, the woman who had captured her attention completely, dependably each and every time. Wanda couldn't help but admire the way you moved in that dress, with a grace and poise that seemed effortless. And as your eyes met across the crowded room, Wanda felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body just right before you smirked and turned away from her, returning to your friends.

And so, she watched you all night, unable to focus on the rest of the people around her, who wanted her attention. She was too captivated by you, like she was under a spell, and couldn’t do anything else but stare.

Soon, she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who saw you. Of course, she wasn’t. Everywhere you walked, between the sea of people, heads turned and eyes followed, as the other people in the party looked on in awe and admiration. Your beauty was almost surreal, a dream-like quality that made you seem like you were from another world entirely. You, like her, were popular in the way that everyone on campus wanted to be with, but no one could quite capture. And Wanda wanted to have the honor.

She watched as all sorts of people came up to you, asking to dance, for your number, and introducing themselves like they even had a chance. As the seconds passed, Wanda’s jealousy grew. You would throw that pretty smile of yours their way as you politely rejected them. Some of them would even become quite touchy with you, and Wanda hated being the one to watch on the sidelines. She wanted everyone to back off, tell everyone that you were hers, a territory no one shall trespass.

And when you allowed a bubbly freshman, dressed in an all black suit, named Kate, to stay a longer than Wanda would’ve liked, touching you softly down your back as you spoke and drank from the cup she had gotten you, Wanda decided to take action.

“Don’t touch her,” Wanda said firmly as she stood closely behind you, watching the younger woman immediately pull her hand back off of you.

“Wanda,” you warned, glancing up at her, cautiously eyeing her with your sly eyes for her next move.

Kate watched the interaction carefully, seemingly finding it hard to butt in under the sudden tension that Wanda had brought along with her, “S-Sorry… Hi, I’m Kate.”

Wanda said nothing, and instead, she threw a tiny, bitter smile at her before turning back to you, her hand slowly creeping up your waist. You did little to stop her touch, and if anything, you found yourself leaning closer. It never surprised you how good Wanda was at being territorial and overprotective she was when it came to you, and under your facade, you found it attractive.

“Do you think I could steal you away for just a second?” Wanda whispered into your ear, but loud enough for Kate to catch.

You put your cup down against the counter of the bar and smiled artfully, shaking your head at her, “Uh, actually, Kate and I were having a conversation here, so I really don’t think you can.”

Wanda hummed in annoyance, taking a moment to glare at you as you turned back to the other woman. She felt a pang of jealousy in her chest, watching you and this Kate interact as if she wasn’t even there, and she wanted nothing more than to drag you away from her and all the lingering eyes that were currently still on you. At this point, her blood boiled at every little thing everyone did around you.

“Kate,” Wanda tried again, more firmly this time, as if steam was coming from her ears, face almost red with anger. “Do you mind?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, no— of course,” she laughed awkwardly, backing up as slowly as if she had just angered a lion.

And so, Kate left, much to Wanda’s satisfaction, but it did much to fuel your irritation towards Wanda’s actions. And right when she left, another person came up, as if they were in line to talk to you, but instead, Wanda shot them a deathly glare, and they immediately backed off.

You sighed and turned towards the counter, rubbing your temples without even looking at her, “What is wrong with you?”

“I just did you a favor,” Wanda scoffed and folded her arms as you moved away from her. “She wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you, (y/n).”

“Why is sex the only thing on your mind, Wanda? I was just talking to her. Like a normal person,” you tell her, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, come on, you and I both know what she was doing,” she said. “She was all over you.”

She couldn't help but feel possessive over you, and the thought of anyone else touching you or even flirting with you was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

And finally, you turned to her and smirked, your chin in the palm of your hands as you looked up at her through your eyelashes, “Mm, and why is that so important to you?”

“You know why.”

You, in fact, did know why. After all the times Wanda has chased after you, trying desperately to get you to accept her advances, you never did, not wanting to be a part of her seemingly long list of women that she played with. No, initially, you decided you’d do the playing, teasing her without any further intentions afterwards, and it only made her want you more. But at this point, you longed for Wanda’s touch, despite how infuriating she can be at times. The undeniable attraction you had towards each other tied you together, and Wanda only wanted you all to herself.

You shook your head once more and stepped forward, bringing your hand up to flatten out her collar neatly, “It’s kinda cute when you’re jealous.”

Wanda said nothing to deny that and instead, she clenched her jaw while savoring your touch, feeling the tips of your fingers graze her neck softly.

She stood close, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her cool. But you were teasing her with the way you stepped forward, looking up at her with those pretty eyes in a way that made Wanda's frustration grow with each passing moment. It was maddening, the way you played with her, toying with her emotions. Wanda felt a surge of anger rising within her, a fire that threatened to consume her if she didn't do something about it. She tried to maintain her composure, to keep a cool head, but it was no use. Everything you did and said was like a knife, cutting deep into Wanda's heart and making her ache with desire.

Ultimately, unable to take it any longer, she grabbed your wrist and dragged away from the bar, away from every single person who eyed you, through the crowd and into the hallways where she pulled you into one of the many bathrooms in the whole building.

Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist, her front pressed up against your back, holding you close with her lips barely grazing the skin of your neck and her hands running down the sides of your dress. This damn dress. The way it clung to the curves of your body, the fabric draped in such a way that showcased your back, revealing just enough to keep her wanting more. The sight of your bare skin was tantalizing, and Wanda felt a flutter in her chest as she pressed up against you.

“I don’t like the way they keep staring at you,” Wanda confessed as you watched her slowly pepper soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder through the reflection of the mirror.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, reveling in the softness of her lips against your skin, “What are you going to do about it?”

And you felt it — a smirk against your shoulder, making you realize what you had suddenly gotten yourself into. Wanda squeezed your hips with her hands, proudly looking at you through the mirror as if she were savoring the moment she now had you all to herself, in her arms, in her hands.

“I’m gonna remind them that you’re off limits.”

Surprisingly, Wanda was being so gentle, kissing and sucking at your skin softly, marking you, littering plenty of hickeys down your neck and shoulder, and you watched her do it in the mirror. You watched when one of her hands would travel up from your waist to wrap her palm around the swell of your breasts, fondling them eagerly, making you hum a moan in satisfaction. Her other hand found its way down to your thighs, moving slowly under your dress. You couldn’t help but watch again, the sight in the mirror almost making your knees give out, as Wanda moved the hand that was on your breast down to the hem of your dress, bunching up the fabric to pull it up your thighs.

Her fingers finally traced the hem of your panties as she watched your face carefully in the reflection. You looked so pretty like this, practically melting in her arms, lips parted with your eyes closed, as she played with you. After a second of admiring the way you looked, Wanda brought a hand up to grab your jaw, turning your head towards her, before leaning into you for a sloppy kiss, opening your mouth as she pressed a finger to your clothed clit. You moaned into her mouth, giving her perfect chance to slide her tongue into yours, immediately falling in love with the way you tasted. Oh, Wanda just couldn’t wait to have her way with you.

“You’re so wet for me already,” she whispered in your ear, fingers still playing over your clothed sex. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“Wanda,” you breathed, eyes closed as you laid your head back against her shoulder.

“No, baby, open your eyes,” she smiled into your cheek as you followed her instructions. “I want you to watch when I fuck you.”

You didn’t know how your knees didn’t just give out the moment she said those words. Not wanting to disappoint, you made sure to keep your eyes open as best you could, watching how her hands moved underneath the fabric of your dress. When you finally feel her fingers slipping into your panties, Wanda moans against your shoulder, her eyes rolling back as she feels the wetness of your pussy. You were practically dripping.

Without wasting another second, Wanda pushed two fingers into you with ease. You moaned softly, immediately clenching around her as she curled her fingers into you, pressing against the sweet spot in your pussy, which she seemed to have no trouble finding.

“You can do better than that, baby,” Wanda whispered, fingers suddenly pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Mmh–W-Wanda,” you moaned out, holding on to her wrist as she fingered you. “Oh, fuck!”

Her second hand was brought into play shortly after, using it to rub your clit roughly, making you jolt against her, legs shaking, and your slick slowly traveling down your thighs. The sight of you writhing against her in the reflection was almost too hot for you to look at, always turning your head away, only for Wanda to grab your jaw and turn you back to face the mirror. You were tight around her fingers, and Wanda couldn’t help but groan at the fact, staring at you through the mirror as you came undone on her fingers.

You shook erratically as you came, unable to think about anything else but the orgasm she had just given you. That was until you felt her pushing in a third finger into your leaking hole without any warning. You tried to push against her, to ask her to give you a second, but something about the way her eyes looked in the mirror as she stared at you gave you a feeling that she would just keep doing whatever she pleased.

So, you let her, no matter how sensitive you were.

“That’s it, baby,” she groaned. “Being such a good girl for me.”

“Please, please—“ you whined, not sure if you were begging for more or begging her to stop.

The stretch of her three fingers was enough to make you chant her name like a prayer as she fucked you through your first orgasm. She was knuckles deep into your squelching pussy, curling them in a rhythmic pattern against your sweet spot, and it made you wonder how you were still standing. Her fingers piston in and out of you, bringing you to the edge for the second time tonight, making your bones feel like jelly. And finally, you arch your back against her, coming right on her fingers once again, screaming her name out without a care in the world, knowing everyone outside the door must’ve heard you.

But Wanda kept going. She continued to finger you, lost in thought after watching you come twice in the mirror, your cunt gushing so loudly, it’s embarrassing.

“Look how pretty you are, (y/n),” she cooed, using her other hand to grope your tits.

“I- I can’t, Wanda, p-please—“ you whined, gripping onto her tightly, unable to watch yourself through the mirror anymore. “T-Too much, please!”

“But you're so pretty when you beg. Why wouldn't I just keep going and going and... going?”

And so, she does. She fucks you until you can barely stand anymore, when your knees buckle, and she has to hold you up with one arm around your waist and even then, she still keeps going, and you’re sobbing at the overstimulation. You almost nearly fall and curl in on yourself, but Wanda made sure to keep you steady, bringing you to the edge another time, and another… and another.

By the end of it, you laid back against her, holding you up completely as your legs have given out. Your eyes were heavy, threatening to close as Wanda soothed out your dress with one hand, kissing you softly down your neck again, this time over the prettiest purple bruises that littered all over your skin. Her lips were warm, soft, and settling as she kissed you. She took in the sight of you with her eyes locked onto you through the mirror; you had your eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled and messy, and yet, you looked like the prettiest mess ever. Her pretty girl.

“You’re so perfect,” Wanda whispered lovingly into your ear, her breath ticking your skin. “I don’t like having to fight for your attention.”

The way she said that last sentence was kind of sad, in the way that it hurt her feelings, and you could only hum in response as you slowly but surely regained your composure, shifting slightly in Wanda’s arms. You always knew Wanda was the jealous type, maybe overly jealous, but you found it endearing how she endlessly chased after you, how she still wanted you after tonight.

“You really don’t even have to, Wanda,” you tell her softly, trying to stand upright, wobbling slightly as you did so, to turn and cup her face with your hands. “You know everything I do is so that you can keep your eyes on me.”

“It works every time.”

You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, melting when she smiled into it, “That’s why I do it.”

Wanda took a moment to look at you after you pulled away from her lips. Your lipstick was smudged, spreading slightly down under your bottom lip sexily, making Wanda want nothing more than to kiss you again. And nothing was stopping her, so she did. She was happy, finally being able to have you like she had always wanted and knowing the fact that when you walk out of this bathroom, everyone will see all the marks and bruises Wanda left on you. Because of it, she felt a surge of satisfaction as she pulled you close, determined to show everyone outside just who you belonged to.

That way no one would even dare to try to take her woman again tonight, reminding them that you were hers, and hers alone.

— navigation!

[falsescarletwitch]

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

your bunny's been missing you lately. you make it up to her.

──── ♥ pairing. sub!bunny!wanda x dom!owner!reader

──── ♥ cont. hybrid!au, clingy!wanda, possessiveness, reader is gender-neutral, food play, strawberries go in places they shouldn't, cunnilingus (mentioned), overstimulation, bunny!wanda is so adorable, fingering, squirting, kind of master/pet but not explicitly stated, power imbalance, power play

──── ♥ note. bunny!wanda brainrot- yes, i am not okay. proofreading? for the weak.

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"hi, bunny," you whisper gently, feeling a lithe body lodge itself between you and the kitchen counter. 

it was in the midst of making breakfast that wanda, your pretty hybrid, had so adorably interrupted you. "wassa matter?" you ask slowly, giving her a reassuring smile, stroking at her long, flowy hair.

wanda was one of the most beautiful hybrids you had ever laid your eyes upon, a precious bunny you wouldn't wish to ever lose. with creamy skin for long legs, perky long ears and a button nose, she was a birthday present gift-wrapped in silk garments.

when you first got wanda, it hadn't been like the handbooks at all, with unexpected mood swings and odd cravings for food. through ups and downs, you treated your pretty bunny well, letting her grow to trust you.

wanda's independence grew thinner the longer she spent her days with you. an utter reliance stemmed within her malleable heart, her long ears drooping each second you were gone.

and that's where wanda's insatiable libido started.

after an especially long work day, you came home, looking forward to see your little bunny again. 

what you didn't expect, however, was to find her on your bed, in your t-shirt, dry-humping what seemed to be your pillow. her adorable ears were almost upright, shaking as she rocked her cunt against the pillow, looking at you with wide and glassy eyes.

your name fell from her honeyed lips like a mantra, coming out in choked cries and high-pitched whines. 

you can guess what happened afterwards.

going back to the present, this seemed to be one of those times where wanda was extremely clingy. the bunny was wrapping her arms around your torso, then her legs around your waist. 

now, she was clinging on to you like a koala bear, nuzzling her head into your clothed chest.

"bunny," you cooed, ever so softly, knowing how much wanda loved to hear that. breakfast would have to wait.

"missed you," she whined, burying her face in the crook of your neck. she inhaled your scent, tongue peeking out of pink lips to lick at your bare skin. "was back late yesterday. missed you."

you held wanda steady, hands moving to cup her plush thighs. ever patient with her needy nature, the bunny found herself falling for you more and more with each passing day.

"sorry, bunny. i did some overtime at work, you know." picking up one of the strawberries you were previously cutting, you fed it to wanda, grinning at her pleased expression.

"yummy," she said, muffled with her lips wrapped around the slice of strawberry. wanda was adorable. 

"mhm. good girl. want another?" you asked, wanda still glued to your torso. she eagerly nodded.

what you weren't anticipating, however, was for wanda to deliberately suck at your fingers when you pressed the pink strawberry against her lips. she sank her teeth into the fruit with zeal, letting the sweet juice run down her mouth and to her neck.

it didn't take two seconds for your mouth to find that trail of juice, sucking at her porcelain skin. "messy bunny," you mumble heatedly, moving your hands from her waist to her ass, gripping harder.

wanda lets out a whimper when your fingers brush the soft, fluffy tail at her back. you knew she was especially sensitive there. giving in to your divine urges, you wrap your hands around her tail and pull, and wanda lets out a cry, arching in your hands.

"need you," wanda whines, grabbing at the fabric of your shirt, sharp nails scratching at your chest. you wrap a hand around her pretty throat with slender fingers, and jerk her back to look at your bunny properly. at the sight of her pink, swollen lips, still damp with the strawberry juice, a devious idea pops into your head.

you lift wanda up and set her on the kitchen counter. your bunny whines instantaneously at the loss of contact, but you shush her with a quick peck on the lips. "i'll make it up to you, sweet girl.”

when you slowly spread her legs, maintaining eye contact (something that wanda craved), her pouty frown morphed into an exhilarated grin.

"are you gonna make me feel good?" wanda asks innocently, habitually moving to rub at her left ear. she's a pretty sight, all dolled up on your kitchen counter.

"only the best," you whisper back while leaning down to align your mouth with wanda's core. with one last wink, your head disappears under her litttle skirt.

when you resurface, your chin is damp but wanda's cunt is soaking. "want more," wanda gasps breathlessly. "please," she adds, spreading her legs a little more.

her tight and wet cunt is on display. smirking, you swiftly grab one of the fresh strawberries from previously. wanda tilts her head questioningly.

that expression quickly fades away when you begin to rub the strawberry on her glistening folds. wanda gasps at the cold sensation, her ears pricking up. 

"you can't put it th- oh," wanda's cry ends in a moan when you slip the tip of the strawberry into her tight cunt. it goes in easily, considering how wet she was from previously.

your eyes burn as you watch the strawberry go in inch by inch. fuck, she's so perfect. “you like that, pet?” you ask, voice a touch rougher than usual. your bunny nods, cunt clenching hard.

what better way is there to reenact your little fantasies than to carry it out on your pretty bunny?

at the sight of the glistening fruit, you can’t resist it anymore, and pull the strawberry out. wanda cries at the loss of contact, hands weaving themselves into your hair. you, on the other hand, take a big bite out of the strawberry, moaning at the taste.

“fuck, pet. you taste so good. so sweet, too. mhm.” 

wanda pulls you into a searing kiss, all clashing tongues and open mouths. she craves to taste herself on your tongue, craves to feel you in her once again. you instinctively wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing lightly to remind her you were in charge.

she whines in brief pleasure, liking the idea of being claimed. you think you might like it more.

when you fingers find her cunt once again, wanda comes apart almost immediately, a high-pitched moan of your name falling from her pink lips. you pinch her cute, stiff, clitoris between long fingers, and her gushes of white cream become spurts.

humming in satisfaction, you don’t bother to give your bunny a break, only continuing to pleasure her till all your desires and fantasies were fulfilled.

perks of owning a bunny, you supposed.

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