#Scarlet witch smut

[wandasgf]

STREAM IN PROGRESS. mdni. 18+.

pairings: streamer ! wanda maximoff + f ! reader

summary: surely working your girlfriend up while she's on stream won't be too bad, will it?

warnings: dom!top!wanda, sub!bottom!reader, reader has long hair for the plot, hair pulling, mommy kink, this is pretty soft tbh, slight dacryphilia, exhibitionism

wc: 1.7k~

"You guys want my girlfriend on stream?" Wanda laughs as she reads comments, the sound soft and melodic. "Are you getting tired of me already?" Her tone is teasing, and it's part of the reason she's gained such a following. Her change in demeanor over the years has allowed her to gain a bit of a loyal following, going from stoic and cursing under her breath while playing games such as Valorant and Apex Legends to joking around and being more carefree while playing, sometimes those same games, but also some not so competitive titles like Resident Evil and Outlast.

(Occasionally Fall Guys, but she thinks that might ruin her image).

She turns her head to look at you, raising a perfectly manicured hand and motioning for you to come closer. "Well, let's give the audience what they want. Though, we don't have another chair, so you're going to have to settle for my lap. What a pity." She tilts her head slightly and a small smirk graces her lips.

Another thing that's helped her gain popularity is just how bold she's willing to be. Well, that and her audience seems to love her girlfriend and how cute the two of you are together.

"We really should get another one, considering how often I have to 'settle for your lap',” you hum, settling down sideways in your girlfriend's lap, legs thrown across her thighs and arm around her shoulder so as to not completely block her from the camera.

"Well, let's not be too hasty,” Wanda murmurs as she leans up to capture your lips in a soft kiss, smiling against them. You're interrupted by the sound of Wanda’s character dying and she pulls away with a groan, "look what you did, you little brat," she teases, "distracting me like that..." She clicks her tongue in faux annoyance, “you guys ask for her to come on stream and the first thing that happens is me dying. Do you all like to see me suffer?”

The stream continues on like this, with Wanda’s teasing and banter between her and the audience as well as between you and her, until Wanda is bidding goodbye to the audience and turning off her camera in favor of focusing on you. Unbeknownst to the audience, you had been teasing your girlfriend almost since the moment you appeared on camera, the webcam doesn’t show anything below your girlfriend’s chest, so what’s the harm in having a little fun? Sure, you’d probably get punished for it later, but that was something you could worry about when the time came.

-

It had taken every ounce of patience and self control that Wanda had not to just end the stream early when your fingers somehow found their way under her shirt, nails raking across her skin, and then beneath the waistband of her sweats, playing with the band of her panties and slipping even lower, lower, until she grabbed your wrist and dug her nails into your soft skin. A warning to behave yourself, and so you did, for a few minutes anyway, and then you were back to the teasing touches. It wasn’t your fault she wouldn’t scold you on camera, and if you got her worked up enough maybe she’d skip the punishment altogether.

And you were right, because right now all she could really focus on was your weight in her lap and the fire that your fingertips left behind, the teasing touches getting bolder now that the camera was off. And then she feels your hand slip beneath the waistband of her sweats and she sees that look in your eyes, the one that tells her you think you’ve gotten away with something you wouldn’t usually. Your eyes are almost shining, it's actually quite cute, she thinks. Perhaps she should punish you right now, she’d given you a clear warning to behave yourself, it’s not her fault you just can’t listen to her.

Wanda catches your wrist once more, “Do you never learn?” Her tone is calm as she takes your arm and twists it behind your back, using it as a means to turn you around and push you over, barely giving you enough time to react and catch yourself against her desk with your free arm.

Luckily you do, bracing yourself against the hard surface with your forearm, a bloody nose for that reason would be quite embarrassing. “Do you take pleasure in disobeying me like that? In disobeying Mommy, hm?” You bite your lip as she stands from her chair, watching her movements through her reflection in the now blank computer monitor as you shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? So if I checked right now you wouldn’t be making a mess of yourself? Of course not, you’d never lie to me,” she answers her own question and laughs as if she’s waving the idea off, of course you wouldn’t, and then her fingers are tangled in your hair, harshly tugging you upward and leaning down just the slightest bit, “Would you, baby?”

You let out a whine in response, her other hand is still holding your arm behind your back, keeping you pressed down and making your back arch. The strain on your hair wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t unwelcome either. “Stop it, that hurts,” you huff, avoiding the question, but it just makes Wanda tug harder, clicking her tongue, “that’s not what I asked you.”

Wanda revels in the whimper you give her in response, looking down at you in the reflection of the monitor like you were prey she was waiting to swallow whole. She wishes she had the resolve to properly punish you, to keep you tied up and unable to touch her as she busied herself with household chores, perhaps even running out to get groceries while she has you begging for her not to leave you alone. She almost frowns at that last part, when did she become so terrible that she’d do anything to see your pretty eyes filled with tears?

Instead she takes pity on you, the way your eyes are beginning to gloss over, tears stinging at the edges and threatening to fall from the harsh grip she kept on your hair has her starting to feel dizzy. She just can’t help it, you looked so pretty like this. She lets go of her grip on your arm and you immediately move it to aid your other arm in bracing yourself against the desk, easing the strain on your hair just the slightest bit. She slips a hand beneath your panties and palms your ass.

One of her favorite things was that you never felt obligated to wear pants when it was just the two of you alone, simply opting for a long sweater or shirt with your panties.

Her hand wanders down, pinching the fat of your thigh and laughing when it results in a yelp. “Wanda, just touch me already!” You whine, trying to push back against her. “Patience.” she hums, letting go of your hair and you let your head drop, hair falling down and framing your face. Though she does drag her fingertips over your clothed cunt, cooing when she feels the wet spot on your panties. “Is this why you’re being a brat, hm? Need Mommy to ease the ache between your thighs?” Her tone is teasing, but her fingers rub soft circles against your clit, just enough pressure to pull a soft moan from between your lips.

“So sensitive…” Wanda muses to herself, using her free hand to pull your panties to the side. She'll skip the teasing for now, wants to work you up first, have you drooling all over her fingers before she pulls everything away. She runs her fingers through your folds, gathering some of your slick and dipping a finger inside of your drooling hole. “Please.” your tone is pleading, wanting nothing more than for her to sink her lithe fingers into your cunt.

It feels like Wanda had been teasing you for hours even though she had only just started touching you, and wasn’t teasing at all. Perhaps thinking about your girlfriend fucking you throughout the entire stream was not your brightest idea, your attempt to tease her had accidentally gotten you all worked up.

You push back against her, trying to get her to sink her finger deeper. “So impatient.” she chuckles, pulling her finger out altogether, resulting in a whine of protest from you, before suddenly sinking her middle and index fingers into your tight heat.

You gasp in response, biting down on your bottom lip to stifle your moans, hands curling into fists as you support yourself on your forearms, having nothing to grab onto. “You really are sensitive, did all that teasing today get you worked up, baby? Did that silly little brain of yours start thinking a little too hard?” If you were in any other position you’re sure you’d bite back with a snarky comment, but you just can’t, not with the way Wanda’s fingers are thrusting into you, curling to hit just the right spot and make you see stars.

Wanda almost rolls her eyes, bringing her free hand up to fist your hair once more, gripping it at the end and looping it around her wrist, tugging harshly near your scalp and bringing you flush against her front, ”I believe I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

You whimper in response, the strain on your hair making tears prick at your eyes, threatening to fall. When your girlfriend prompts your response once more with a slight tug, the tears spill over no matter how hard you try to stop them. “T–Technically, you asked two,” you bite back weakly.

“Brat.” Wanda rolls her eyes, pushing you down and letting her tight grip on your hair fall looser. She feels you clench around her fingers at the harsh treatment and she grins, predator-like, before pulling her fingers out and swiftly landing a slap to your sensitive clit. “Mommy!” you choke on a moan, jolting forward, torn between begging her to hit you again or for her fingers. Your fingernails dig into your palms as your fists tighten around nothing.

“Do you think you can be a good girl for me?” Wanda asks, starting to grope you and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your cheek before using the hand in your hair to properly gather it into her fist, holding it in a makeshift ponytail and finally relieving the strain you were feeling. “Because if you’re not,” she tugs harshly once more, causing you to whimper, “I have no problem giving you a proper punishment.”

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[lesbianloml]

my babysitter au

the first kiss

types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit

summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.

a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!

you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.

*hours later*

you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.

you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.

"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.

you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.

"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.

wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.

"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.

wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.

how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.

after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.

wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.

remember, asks and requests are open! i love to hear from you guys! <3

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[writing-house-of-m]

Two Months, Too Long

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT - Minors DNI! R is AFAB but no pronouns used, swearing, fingering (W receiving), strap on sex (W receiving), hints at oral sex (W receiving), if there are any I have left out please let me know

Word count: 1878

Summary: You and Wanda make up for lost time

A/N: This is just... pure smut... Have fun reading and let me know what you think! If you saw me post this before - no you didn't 👀

T/N: malyshka - baby

Thank you @therunawaykind for the gif! 🖤

SEXUAL CONTENT - Minors DNI!

Wanda all but tackled you when you arrived back at the compound. You barely got to say 'hi' to the others waiting for your group's arrival. She pounced on you after you had barely taken a few steps off the quinjet.

She dragged you through the building with urgency. It had to be some kind of record for you to have made it to your room post-mission.

Before the door had even fully closed she pinned you against it, her lips on yours taking your breath away.

Admittedly this might have been a result of you sending some explicit messages to her during your flight back.

It didn't take long for you to reciprocate the kiss, picking her up and pressing her against the adjoining wall. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't as desperate as Wanda at this moment, two months was a long time to be away from her.

With Wanda's legs wrapped around you, she wastes no time beginning to move her hips against you, your lips never slowing down, her hands in your hair pulling you impossibly close.

Heat was radiating off both of you wanting nothing more to be rid of your clothes. But there was no time for that, you needed to feel her.

Moving one arm further under Wanda to keep her up, the other moves to her front, hand finding the waistline of her shorts.

The warmth and wetness you find makes Wanda sigh and you groan, leaning your forehead against hers. She whimpers as your fingers run along her folds. You skip your usual teasing, and because you feel that she is ready, you push two fingers into her, a loud moan erupting from her throat.

"Oh, fuck," she whines, her warm breath blowing over your face.

You press a kiss to her lips then follow along her jawline to her ear. "You feel so fucking good," you say lowly, biting her ear lobe, never stopping the rhythm of your fingers.

Wanda arches her back when you find that sweet spot inside her. Her head is pressed heavily against the wall leaving her bare neck free for you, like a blank canvas ready to be decorated with different shapes and shades.

It doesn't take long for Wanda to reach her climax, squeezing around your fingers, nails scratching your scalp as she grips on to you, reaching her high.

You slow down your movements but don't ever stop, slowly pumping in and out of her. You pull back a little so you can look at her flushed face, "You got another one for me, baby? I know you do."

Wanda nods her head even though she knows it is a rhetorical question.

…

The two orgasms you got from her against the wall were just the beginning. They were even before either of you had removed any clothing.

Wanda is now under you on the bed, your strap already buried deep inside her.

The whole time since you had landed you haven't been more than a few inches apart, Wanda pulling you closer any time it seemed like you were going to step away from her.

She didn't let you remove your own clothing, she did it for you and was surprised when she found the harness already secured on you when she got to undressing your lower half.

You thought Wanda biting her lip smiling up at you would be the death of you. That was until she wrapped her lips around the toy to get it ready. Like it even needed it.

Your hips rut against her, getting as many sounds from her as you can. You are surprised the whole room isn't shaking with the way the bed is moving, the headboard hitting the wall rhythmically.

Wanda's fingers claw at your back and the nape of your neck as you kiss her, swallowing her whines. You move your lips down to her chest adding more marks to the ones you left there a few moments ago.

"I need more," she said breathlessly. She was close but needed a little nudge to reach her climax.

Wanda watches you with cinched eyebrows as you bring your thumb to your mouth to lubricate it. Her mouth falls agape when you press the digit to her clit, and when you rub tight circles around it she releases a deep moan.

Not stopping there you move your mouth to her breast, letting your tongue play with a hardened bud. It doesn't take long for her to fall over the edge after that.

You slow down but continue your movements to prolong her high and just watch her - eyes closed, mouth open in a silent scream, veins protruding from her neck as her body shakes with her release.

As Wanda's grip loosens, you make a move to pull out but she stops you, wrapping her legs around your waist, "Let me just feel you," she breathes out, still with her eyes closed in bliss.

You place soft kisses around her face - jaw, cheeks, nose and lips, then rest your forehead against hers once you are done. Your eyes focus on the rise and fall of her chest, catching her breath back.

Wanda loosely wraps her arms around your neck to bring you in to kiss you, languidly.

"I missed you so much, malyshka," she says, one hand cupping your cheek, her thumb rubbing your skin.

You hold her hand on your face, all your weight resting on your other arm, and kiss the palm of her hand then her wrist and finally her lips again.

Wanda's hips begin to move once more, making you smile into the kiss, your thrusts start up again to match her slow movements.

You pull away smirking, "And here I thought you were done for the night, princess."

"We have a whole two months to make up for," Wanda remarks, tightening her legs around you, "there is no way we're stopping yet," there it is again, that lip bite and smile.

You capture her lips once more, both of you desperate for the other. It is slow and sensual and leaves you both breathless.

This time when you pull away you move back onto your knees. Wanda misses your closeness instantly but can't question it when you get her to flip over.

Wanda presses back into you automatically, taking in the full length of the toy, wanting nothing more than for you to take her however you want. You hold her waist to still her, keeping her full. But you need to feel more of her against you, so you gather her hair and pull it around a fist, bringing her up so her back is flush against you.

You kiss her neck as you pull out slowly just to push all the way back into her. All Wanda can do is moan at the stretch.

She turns her head to kiss you messily.

With one arm around her waist to keep her upright you remove your hand from her hair to wrap around her body and squeeze a breast. In response she bites your lip hard. Both of you moaning at the sensations you are feeling.

As your hips move faster Wanda loses the rhythm. She can't keep herself upright and you can't hold her up any longer, so she falls forward. Giving you a clear view of the strap getting sucked back in by Wanda every time you pull out.

You bring your both hands to her hips, slamming into her, her mewls are muffled by the mattress. The strap has adjusted with all the movement and is also hitting you in just the right spot. Especially with the way Wanda is pressing herself back into you.

The sounds alone from Wanda could have been enough to make you cum, but now? You know you won't last long so you move one hand to Wanda's clit to bring her closer.

The closer you get the more uncoordinated your thrusts become. You fall forward against Wanda's back and place a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting your forehead there.

You manage to hold off long enough for Wanda to cum before you do. Shortly after, you let out a low grunt, while Wanda moans as your bodies twitch in climax. When the tension releases you fall limp on her.

Once you regain some energy you remove the toy slowly from Wanda, a little gasp escaping her lips. You take it off yourself, dropping it to the floor then move to lay beside Wanda pulling her to rest against your chest as wrap your arms around her.

Strands of hair are stuck to her sweaty forehead, so you brush them away before placing a soft kiss there. Your hand rubs up and down Wanda's back as she listens to your heartbeat slow down.

Wanda looks up at you, pressing a long kiss on your lips. When she pulls away she has a mischievous look in her eye and a smile on her face. "That was pretty good," she jests, slapping your chest twice making you laugh.

She moves over you to run her fingers through your hair making your eyes flutter shut. Her lips meet the underside of your jaw as she rests more comfortably on top of you so she can give you a neck that is covered in patches that matches hers. You let out heavy sighs when she gets to sensitive spots she knows the exact locations of.

When she has completed her masterpiece, she kisses your lips, once, twice and finally a third time before you open your eyes again. Her green eyes shining brighter than any starry night you witnessed in your time away.

"This was too long for you to be away from me. I'm going to talk to Steve and Nat so they make sure I'm with you for long trips or you're not gone longer than a day," Wanda pouts.

"Oh yeah? How are you going to convince them? I'm pretty sure this face only works with me," you say, poking her cheek with your finger.

"I can always bewitch them," Wanda says nonchalantly, smirking.

You laugh and roll Wanda over so you can hover on top of her. She cups your face, your bright grin never leaving, "You. Are going to get us into trouble one day," you say, kissing her.

When you make no effort in slowing down Wanda pushes you away by pressing against your chest, "What are you doing?" She questions.

"Did you really think I was done?" You reply with your own question.

Instead of giving her time to question you, you kiss her again and her hands move to your shoulders.

"Just relax baby," you whisper, as you move your lips lower.

You are always so infatuated by the way she reacts when you handle her - the hitch of her breath, her fingers flexing against your skin, the sighs she lets out into the air above her.

You kiss her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach.

Sure, Wanda missed you. But you missed her more -

"I still have to taste you."

It was going to be a long night - you had two whole months to make up for, after all.

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[romanoffsbish]

A Love Worth Making

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!R

Prompts | Request

“I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.” / “Could you be any wetter/harder?” / “Be a good girl and swallow that for me.”

Warnings: Drinking — They’re adorable tbh.

Smut: Mommy (W), Baby/Good Girl (R), Soft Sex, Blowjob / Facial (W has a dick), Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Fingering, Overstimulation. (R is a little bratty)

18+ | Minors DNI

Wanda's eyes lit up at the sight of you across the room, wearing the most form fitting suede suit she'd ever seen you in as you talked up Tony's plastered rich friends in search of donors for the boys and girls club of NYC.

The sight of you, muscles flexing beneath your jacket reminded her of what you look like bare. "Fuck," she grumbled affectedly under her breath, her cock twitched at the memory of that day when she caught you changing after one of your Tuesday gym sessions with Nat.

"Looks like someone's got a crush," Natasha teased, eyes lingering on the rising of her best friends pants, "Y/N is a total hottie, I get it."

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Wanda snatched her drink from her hand and glared at her with a raging fire behind her eyes. Natasha threw her hands in the air, "It was just an observation Wan, don't throw me across the room, especially when you haven't the time," the redhead tilted her glass, and that's when Wanda saw your smiling form headed her way.

"Hey ladies, I'm already at $2,000 for the night," you beamed, and graciously accepted the drink Natasha handed your way, "How about you take a break then Y/N/N, and I'll take over instead," the redhead offered, and as she went to take over she winked at Wanda.

"Hey Wands," you greeted the tense woman with a bright smile, watching happily at the way her shoulders relaxed upon hearing you.

"Hey Y/N/N," Wanda softly whispered, it was honestly hard to speak with you so close, your eyes sparkled with a consuming warmth, and up close she could see there wasn't more than a pale pink bralette beneath your suit jacket.

The sight of your skin alone already had her in a daze. Then you looked up at her through your lashes with your lips wrapped around the thin straw of your drink, that had her body heating up fast. Images of you on your knees, with her cock inside your mouth instead took her breath away, something even you couldn't miss.

"Wands, are you okay?" you reached out to feel her forehead, "Oh my, love, you're burning up."

Wanda watched you reach over the bar with a inquisitive pout on her face, you grabbed two bottles of water, then without much thought you intertwined your hands, and escorted the super flustered woman to her room. Once there you sat her down on the edge of the mattress, took her jacket and shoes off for her, then handed her the bottle of water, “Drink up!”

"I can run to the store, get you some medicine."

Wanda finally came back to herself when she saw you preparing to leave, "Not necessary."

"Wanda, honey please, you are sick, and I don't mind taking care of you," you softly reiterated, and the witch smiled graciously, but after a moment of reflection she was slyly smirking,

"I saw you naked once," she nonchalantly admits, jumping up quickly she trapped your unmoving body against her door, her nimble hands settled over a hip, and a cheek as she peered into your widened eyes, "And now I can't stop thinking about it," she gently smiled at you, "How about you take care of that?"

Wanda leaned her body against yours slowly, "Come on baby, you'd look so good with your lips wrapped around mommy's dick," she ran the pad of her calloused thumb over your lips and you could feel your shaky resolve collapse. Along with you as you settled onto your knees, obedience swimming in your eyes, "Good girl."

Her pants were quickly discarded, and she blushed when you eagerly removed her boxers. Knowing you wanted her just as bad as she'd wanted you pumped her surprisingly low ego up, and seeing your mouth fall open in shock at the sight of her large member well, it stroked it.

"Could you be any harder?" You teased her as you gripped her at the base, and began to lazily stroke her shaft, you saw her knees nearly buckle, but the ego you'd inflated was keeping her upright. Seeing her smirking down at you like this made your cunt throb with insatiable need, and next thing you knew you were preparing her cock for your desperate hole.

"Mmm, there you go," Wanda groaned as you used your tongue to teasingly trail over the pulsing veins of her cock just before you took half of her length into your mouth. There was no perceivable rush, but you moved as if there was, your hands stationed firmly against her ass for stability as you bobbed your head.

Wanda was turned on beyond recognition, she's honestly never been too keen on rushed intimacy like this, but with you it's all she can really do to not to just destroy you. With the way you had managed to take all seven inches down your throat as you looked up at her through your lashes with hollowed out cheeks to increase the pleasurable pressure, it had her on the ledge of bliss, ready to dive right into it.

The sinful noises you would make only drove her crazier honestly, every time her hips would jerk of their own volition you'd gag, she'd pulse in your mouth as your throat constricted around her sensitive tip, and this last instance of it sent her into rather dangerous territory.

"Be a good girl and swallow for me," she husked, and you found the way she slyly asked for your consent to do so hot, so you moaned out a fuck yes, and she let go when she felt the hum of your agreement around her shaft, she moaned brokenly as her cum shot down your throat in long spurts of white, and just as promised you swallowed it all down as she pulled her semi- soft cock from between your swollen lips with a sigh of total reluctance.

The winter chill in the air surrounded her wet member, and the sensation combined with the sight of you had her cock pulsing again, and without any warning she was cumming all over your unsuspecting face, "Fuck, I'm sorry," she panted, her hand haphazardly went to wipe it off but you caught her wrist, "Leave it there."

"Wh-what?" Wanda was dumbfounded, she stared into your blown out eyes in awe, there was this air of wildness to them she'd never been blessed to see before, and she loved it.

"I love the way you feel on my face mommy," you nuzzled your nose against hers and left your lips to ghost over hers, the ball was in her court, and she took her shot by closing the gap. 

Wanda groaned into your open mouth when she felt your hips pressing into hers, the feeling of your sued suit agitated her, and her moan was followed by a whimper when she flicked her wrist, your clothes now out of the way, with the frigid air brushing over your heated skin.

“Baby,” she gripped your hips with a bruising force, “If you want mommy’s cock, then beg.”

You huffed, “In your dreams,” and truth be told it was apart of yours too, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. “Fine, if you won’t beg, how about I see if your pussy will do it for you…”

Wanda chuckled hotly as your body shivered, her fingers trailed through your slit, she had to bite back a gasp, because you were absolutely drenched, and as she pulled her fingers from between your thighs she put the glorious shine on display for you both against the hanging lights above you, "Could you be any wetter?"

You chuckled softy at her teasing return of your earlier sentiments, then in a devious manner you pressed your ass against her upright cock, "Why not fuck me and find out? I could be drenching your sheets as we speak if you'd—."

Fuck around and find out, that's what they all say, and that's exactly what Wanda did. She shut you up, replacing your taunting words with screams of pleasure as she filled you from behind, she wrapped an arm around your waist so she could maneuver you until you were on her mattress with your face pressed into it.

Wanda was slow at first with her thrusting pattern, she wasn’t exactly sure where tonight would lead so she wanted to savor the feel of you just in case this wasn’t mutually wanted. The thought of that broke her heart, and the fear bled into her pattern because she gripped your hips even tighter then began to fuck you into the mattress without holding back at all.

"Fill me up mommy, wanna feel you inside," you pleaded, and Wanda felt a premature spurt release inside of you, "Give it all to me, please."

Wanda felt the blissful coil tighten, unbearably so, but she didn't want to let go, not until she was sure you meant it, "Are you sure Y/N?"

"Mhm, wanna be full mommy, wanna carry all of your babies please," you easily pleaded, a subtle admittance of your wildest desires, and that was all it took as Wanda thrusted deeper than before, letting her load fill your womb up entirely, as her hand slowly slid beneath your body so she could show your clit some love.

Your accompanying screams were nothing short of appreciative, as was the fluttering of your walls that were milking her dry, and even your eventual collapse onto the bed in a heap of mindlessness was a silent whisper of such.

Wanda pulled out of you slowly, watching in astonishment as your combined seed flooded out of your pulsing hole. With a tender graze of her fingers she collected it, and slowly pumped it back inside of you until you came again, and she never would've stopped if you didn't whine.

"Sorry printsessa, I couldn't help it," she gently rolled you over to your back, then kissed your swollen lips until you were both breathless.

"Thank you for trusting me with your body," she whispered, her lips and teeth gently grazed over the skin on your shoulder, "You are so beautiful honey," she smiled against your skin as she said her next words, "I love you Y/N."

You were smiling when she pulled back to look at you, her hand gently cupped your cheek so she could wipe away the budding tears, "Thank you Wands," you kissed her palm, "I love you."

This was all she'd ever wanted, and as she held your sleeping form close to her chest while her sitcoms softly filled the background, she felt she finally found her happy ever after, and she knew it when she held both of your little boys only nine months later as you slept soundly.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 😏

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[dorabledewdroop]

Mommy!Wanda x nb!reader

I'm just imagining Mommy!Wanda dating y/n for a couple of months until they (reader) came out as non-binary.

Wanda spends the entire night researching different gender-neutral pet names and different ways to make her partner feel as special as they make her feel.

From then on Wanda uses terms like "darling", "love", and "sweetheart".

Y/n pretty quickly figures out the change and they just fall more in love with the sokovian.

What they don't expect is when Wanda throws y/n onto the bed, straddling their face.

Looking into their glossy eyes, Wanda uttered the words that nearly made y/n come on the spot.

"Be a good little pet and make mommy come, will you?"

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[jemilyswhor3]

Shared Bedroom

A/N: This has been in my drafts for too long

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, oral (r receiving), fingering, nipple playing, mommy kink, dom!wanda, sub!reader, use of pet names, light praise kink, reader in college, R (20-22), Wanda (25-27), reader is daughter of tony stark

Summary: You've just finished your training. You went to your room to study, only to be left doing something else, or rather, someone else doing you.

Word Count: 2.1K

Your training with Nat had just finished and it was already 8:27 PM. You have an early class tomorrow, so you head towards your shared bedroom with Wanda. You opened the door, and to your shock, she was nowhere to be found. She was always the early bird- sleeping in at 8:00 PM and waking up at 5:00 AM kinda gal, so it had you wondering where she could be at this state of time. You shrugged it off, took some shorts and a camisole out of your closet for later to change in, and headed to the bathroom. You took a nice warm shower and did your night routine. After your self-care, you opened the door, ready to head to your study table to do what's left of your thesis.

''Wanda!'' You exclaimed, surprisingly seeing the woman in her robe, sitting in bed while on her phone. ''Oh, hey, Y/N'' She looked up and back down at her phone again. ''Where were you?'' You asked while taking a seat at your table. ''I was helping Clint with carrying some stuff, why?'' She puts her phone down and focuses her attention on you. ''Nothing'' You pout, ''It's just that you usually sleep in early''. ''Yeah, I- I kinda couldn't sleep without your company'' She awkwardly stated. ''Oh,'' Your cheeks flushed. You draw your attention to your table while taking out your laptop from your bag. She stands up and walked toward you. ''What's that?'' She pointed out to your laptop screen.''My thesis. I'm practically done, just have to proofread it'' You replied, pointing at the screen. ''Long day with Nat?'' She circles your back. ''Yeah. Started training at 4:30 today'' You focus your attention on the screen, avoiding staring at her figure in the mirror's reflection. ''I remember my training days with her. Your father said it's 'mandatory' '' She mocked Tony. ''You must feel very tired'' She slowly puts both her hands on your shoulders and slowly started massaging them. ''Don't bother'' You place your left hand on top of her right, that's on your shoulder, removing it from you. ''I insist'' She flutters her eyes while she carefully places your hand back on your keyboard and hers on your shoulders. "Whatever you say" You start to open the document on your screen. She continues to gently massage your shoulders while you type in corrections. You feel her hand slowly nudging the sleeve off your right shoulder. She gently places your hair on your left side, which gave shivers down your spine. She starts to lean down to your neck and you feel her cold breath hit your skin. Barely maintaining focus on your screen, trying to process what's happening in the present, your eyes fluttering, and your body slightly trembling. She starts to kiss your neck, leaving soft gentle kisses all over it. You both still don't utter a word to each other. You gave in and fully closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, trying your best for her to not notice. She starts getting aggressive and starts sucking your neck, possibly leaving hickeys. You let out a soft low moan, which she liked, given the smile you felt on your neck.

''You like that, baby? Or am I being too aggressive?'' She converses. ''No, no. You're doing perfectly fine'' You whispered to her, unable to properly let out words,  being held back by her kisses. She snuck her hand under your shirt, unclipping your bra. Once she successfully did, she slowly removed your bra straps, letting her slender fingers roam around your arms, making you feel goosebumps all over your body. She fully removed your bra and tossed it someplace else. Your hands and posture are still in front of your desk, mouth wide open, whilst your eyes are closed.

She looks at your reflection in the mirror, laughing at the sight of you being submissive. Soft moans escaped from your mouth, giving her a signal that you want more. She continues to assault your neck with kisses, as she slips her right hand under your shirt since her left is the one that's holding your hair back. She cups one of your tits and started to slowly massage them, making them hard. You create friction between your legs, as you feel that you're getting wetter by the second. She takes her hand off your chest as she slowly tries to slip into your pants. As she was getting closer, you stop her hand and say, "No, not yet" While you gasp for air. Her eyes widen and stopped kissing your neck as she removed her hands from you and walked away.

You opened your eyes and looked at her. "Wh- what are you doing?" You rattled. "You said 'No'" She raised her brow. "I said not yet. I never told you to stop" You furrowed your eyebrows. She stands up and walked toward you. "So, do you want more?" She smirked. You desperately nodded as you gulped. "Stand up" She demanded. You delightfully obliged her demand and looked at her with desperation. She closes your laptop, moved it aside, grabbed you by the waist, lifted you to the table, and aggressively pressed your lips together. She pushed you against the wall, almost breaking the mirror. "Sorry" She apologized, breaking the kiss. "No need to say sorry, Mommy" You smirk at her and pushed your lips against hers. You feel her smirk while you make out. "Mommy. I like it" "I knew you would" Your hands start to travel all over her body, removing her robe, only to reveal her in a short black silk dress. "Like what you see?" "Did you lock the doors?" You asked. "I did. Why?" She pulled your lips together before you could respond. You backed away from the kiss, making her annoyed, only to be delighted at what you have to say, "Take me to bed" You gasp for air. She looked at you from head to toe and let out a wide smile. She lifts you up while still maintaining the kiss you both are sharing.

She slams you in the middle of the bed still maintaining the kiss while your legs was wrapped around her. You relax your legs while she stabilizes herself on top of you. She starts to move her hand down your shorts, gripping your thigh. She places her hand in the middle of your legs and teased your clothed cunt, moving her index finger up and down. ''Oh, please just fuck me already'' You let out while humping on her finger. ''Not just yet'' She whispers to your ear. She moves down to your neck, placing kisses and sucking it roughly. You gasp for air and moan in awe at her movements all over your body. ''Is now the time?'' You asked in desperation. ''No, not yet'' She said in between kisses, mocking you.

''Please, Mommy'' You begged. ''You want me that bad inside of you? You think calling me Mommy will get you that?'' She looked up at you and smirked. "Yes, please" You nod in anticipation. ''Why the rush, baby?'' She continues her movements on your neck. ''I've been waiting for this for so long'' You let out. She replied in a sinister tone, ''Really?'' She replaces her index with her thumb rubbing against your clit. ''Mhm,'' You eagerly nod. ''Are you sure? What about your fa-'' You place your hand over her mouth stopping her from continuing her sentence. "Don't worry about him. He'll never know" Wanda can see the desperation in your eyes. She smirks at you and gently makes her way down to your chest, stomach, your lower belly while placing soft kisses all around your body.

She looked up at you for confirmation if you wanna go through this before going down. You give her the fastest nod you could, and to that, she made her way down. While under the covers, she slowly removes your shorts, leaving her a sight of your wet panties. "So wet, just for me" You hear her whisper. You felt the vibration from her voice teasing you. "Please. Just please fuck me already" You pant.  "What's my name" She reveals her head from under the covers. "What?" You asked, not quite comprehending the words she said earlier. "You didn't say my name" She trails her fingers along your stomach, making little swirls here and there. "Mommy. Please fuck me, Mommy" You said while you bite your lip at the last word."That's what I want" She slides her finger inside your underwear, plunging in her index finger. You gasp at her sudden movement, while you held back your moans as she thrust her finger in and out. "Was that so hard to say?" She mockingly said. "Please, one more" You begged while gripping on the sheets and biting your lower lip. "See, honey. You keep forgetting my name" She pulls her finger out.

You, desperate for her touch, released your grip from the sheets and cupped her face. "Pl- Please, Mommy. I want you inside of me- all of you" You begged with puppy dog eyes. She smirks at your request and slowly slid her fingers down again. This time, she added two fingers making your eyes roll and back arch. "Mhm, you like that, huh? Does my baby like Mommy's fingers inside of her?" She softly asked. You give her an eager nod whilst your eyes are closed, unable to utter words. "Mhm," She hums as she uses her thumb to make circles on your clit.

All of it was so much- too much. You're so close to climaxing, you're already at the edge. "Mommy," You whimper. "What is it, baby?" She responded, concerned. "I- I'm gonna cum" You replied while you thrust your body into her fingers. "Oh, no you aren't. You can cum when I tell you so" She demanded. Your eyes closed, back-arching, toe-curling, hands gripping the sheets, and lip biting, unable to keep it in you. "Please- Please let me cum- Mommy" You added, almost forgetting to say her name. "Almost, sweetheart" She teased while she slowly goes down on you.

She took her fingers off and replaced them with her tongue, flicking it all across from your entrance to your clit. She slowly started the pace, and as time went by, she started going faster. You moan your heart out while your back arched. "Come on, baby. Cum on Mommy's tongue so she can taste your sweet juices" She eagerly demanded, somehow gasping for air. You gave in and came on her tongue as she tries to catch it all by lapping her tongue all over you. "Mhm," She moans. "You taste so fucking good, malyshka" Your cheeks turned bright red, giving up from trying to hide it, just enjoying the moment you two are sharing.

She moves up beside you and lays down. "Wow. That was-" "Amazing. You were so good for Mommy" She compliments you whilst she turns to look at you. "I was gonna say magical, but amazing is also what it is" You smile at her. You grab her by the chin and pushed your lips together, sharing a passionate kiss. "I don't wanna lose you," You said, breaking the kiss. She sits up properly and cups your cheeks. "Don't worry, baby. I'll always be right here. I'm never leaving your side" She rubs your cheeks. You smile at her as you take her hand off and start to kiss her knuckles, up to her arms, and eventually to her neck.

"Oh, you want to go for round two?" She chuckles as she makes her way under you again. You stop her hands before she could go down, and look her in the eyes. "No. You've already done so much for me. It's time I return the favor" You smirk at her. You went down under the covers and started to plant kisses along your way down.

And for the rest of the night, you two made passionate love to each other until sunrise. You regret nothing of it all. Although, you remembered your thesis that you need to pass today. You mentioned it to Wanda, and just like that, she used her magic to fix your thesis and messed with the weather so you don't have to go to class later in the morning. "You should've told me you could do that before" You laughed, amazed at what she had just done. "If I did, then maybe we wouldn't be kissing and cuddling right now" She pulls you in for a soft peck on the lips that turned into a full-on make-out. After your make-out session with Wanda, you both snuggled up and went to sleep like babies.

________________________________ A/N: Omg! This is my first time writing smut and I think that I didn't do that bad for the first time. I was not at all planning on writing a full smut story, but kinda like an angsty tease and leave the rest to your imagination, cause I feel uncomfortable when it comes to writing smut with fictional characters- or just in general, but I guess I got carried away lmao.

I also wanted to write something like this to widen my writing skills and, also cause I want to try to write in all genres to see which one I'm best at.

Please don't be harsh💀 This might feel rushed, cause I kinda did, cause I felt uncomfy.

I also uploaded this on ao3, @wandaswitch

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[phantomspiderr]

Relax My Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x afab!reader (lil mentions of Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Wanda just wants to help you relax in the best way possible

Warnings/Tags: SMUT, so much smut, so it’s 18+, fake p in v, little overstimulation, rough and gentle Wanda, reader’s a whiny lil baby, one use of good girl, it's a bit soft to begin with

a/n: half of this has just sat in my drafts for months and I randomly looked at it the other day and this happened. It was originally going to be a bit softer and caring but obviously, the horny little goblin that lives in my brain got out. Oh and this was beta’d by my favourite person @natashasvixen 🥰

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You let out a sigh as you sink into the hot water, your sore muscles relaxing as you fully submerge yourself in the bath. Thoughts of the day slip from your mind and your eyes fall closed, head resting against the edge of the tub.

"Oh moya lyubov' (my love)," your eyes blink open and you take in a deep breath. Unsure of how much time has passed, your mind comes back to full consciousness as your girlfriend comes into view, "did Natasha work you too hard today?"

A small whine escapes you as you nod your head, Wanda sinks to her knees next to the bath, her hand combing through your hair softly. Her gaze is fixed on your face like she's studying you.

"Let me help you relax detka (baby)," her other hand gently holds your face, her thumb stroking along your cheek and your eyes close at the contact. Wanda places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, your eyes blink open and a lazy smile plays on your lips. Your girlfriend stands and slowly starts undressing. You can't help but giggle as she starts exaggerating her movements, flinging clothes across the bathroom. Finally, she stands fully naked in front of you and you smile up at her, pulling your arm out of the bubbly water and reaching out toward her. She steps forward letting your wet hand graze up the outside of her thigh.

"Scoot forward my love," immediately you pull yourself forward, the water swishing around slightly and Wanda gingerly steps into the bath behind you. Once she is sat down, her legs on either side of you, her hands sink under the water to the base of your spine, slowly she drags them up against your skin until they come to a stop at your shoulders. Wanda starts digging her thumbs into your muscles, trying to rid you of the knots that hide under your skin. A groan falls past your lips as your head drops forward and you feel her place a kiss on the back of your neck.

Wanda starts humming a tune you don't recognise but the sound helps you relax further, her hands realising all the tension you have built up. Her hands start moving down your back, her thumbs still pressing into your skin as they move and she starts kissing along your shoulders. She starts at the top of your spine moving all the way to the edge of one shoulder before doubling back and going along the other.

"Nat really left her mark on you didn't she?" her breath on the back of your neck causes you to shiver. Wanda is reminded of the smutty picture of you Natasha had painted for her this morning right before they went into training as one of her fingers draws wet circles against the brightly coloured bruises littering your neck. You can only whine in response and she giggles, her hands continuing to move along your back as she starts kissing your neck.

"I love you so much," her hands slip around your stomach and she gently pulls you back to lay against her. Wanda holds you there while she presses soft kisses to the side of your head. Her fingertips lightly brush over your skin, slowly moving up the centre of your chest before she goes back down, this time grazing her knuckles against your nipples. You let out a quiet moan as she continues doing the same thing a few more times while she whispers praise into your ear.

Your eyes shut tight as she continues with her ministrations, your head rolling against her shoulder as she goes agonisingly slower. When you whine Wanda stops her movements, one hand resting splayed against your stomach and the other turning your head until she can capture your lips with hers.

She's slow and attentive with her mouth, taking her time to ensure she has you keening. Her tongue gently swiping along your lips makes your mouth fall open, letting her deepen the kiss without much effort. Her hand firmly holds your jaw, keeping you in place. There's a strain in your neck at the awkward angle but you continue to lazily delve your tongue into Wanda's mouth.

"Why don't we get you to bed dorogoy(sweetheart)?" Wanda moves to kiss your forehead, a quiet whine escaping you and it makes Wanda chuckle. She kisses you once more, your lips still touching as she speaks again, "I can help you relax more there."

That's all it takes, you're both climbing out of the bath dripping water everywhere as Wanda can't wait. Her lips immediately attached to yours, moving their way down your neck and you're whimpering for her. She only pulls herself away to grab hold of a nearby towel, slowly using it to dry you off. Her eyes stay trained on yours as she steadily sinks to her knees in front of you, your breath hitches at the sight and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Wanda's delicate hands move down each leg with the towel and she's placing kisses up your thighs and onto your hips. You can't tell if you're dizzy from the heat of the bath or from Wanda's sweet but sensual movements. You don't even realise that you whine out her name until Wanda speaks again.

"Oh, my sweet baby." You're almost hyperventilating at this point, your chest heaving as you watch her tilt her head to the side, her tone so sickly sweet and you don't break eye contact as she rises back to her feet. "What do you need baby?" You only whine more, how this woman doing so little can make your mind into actual mush you'll never understand. "Tell me what you want angel," she's slightly more authoritative this time. Her hand holding your chin, using that leverage to pull your lips closer, "need to hear you."

"Need you. Need you to touch me. Please, I just-I just need you." You're desperate now, the words just tumbling out before you can even process them fully. Wanda's smirking before you even finish, she loves it when she's able to get you in this state. She loves it when you're pliant and so willing for her.

"You're so good for me detka (baby)," she pauses to kiss you again, "go make yourself all nice and comfy on the bed okay?" You're nodding like an obedient little puppy and it only makes Wanda chuckle as she turns you in the direction of the door. A slight smack on your ass propels you forward as you follow your instructions and go to leave.

-

The groan followed by foreign mumbling pulls your eyes to hers, you'd been laying out on the bed patiently waiting alone for much longer than you'd expected. Your compliant clouded brain only focused on the thought of what was to come.

"So beautiful."

Wanda sounds more like she's talking to herself as she saunters over to you. Your head falls back against the plush bedding once your eyes clock the shimmery cherry red strap adorning her hips. This woman will be the end of you.

"Going to make you feel so good," Wanda crawls over the top of you, your body immediately welcoming her. She leans on one elbow so her other hand can caress your thigh, gently pulling it up to rest on her hip. The new position opens you up even more to her, Wanda's surprisingly hefty strap now prodding at your entrance and you can't stay still now. Your hips are uncontrollably bucking into her, the tip of her strap now hitting your clit making you whine out a moan. "Going to make you forget all about Nat, you'll be all mine. You want to be all mine don't you baby?"

You're over-exaggeratingly nodding, at this point, you'd probably agree to anything she said as long as she made good on her promise to make you feel good. Her possessiveness paired with her now rocking hips enough to have you teetering on the edge already.

"Want you to take it all," you're panting with quiet moans littered between breaths, "you'd do that for me wouldn't you dorogoy (sweetheart)?"

Your hands are practically clawing at her now, you're so wound up and in need of release, her words only winding you even closer to collapsing over the edge.

"Need you to talk to me," Wanda's nose nudges your jaw, moving your head to allow her to start placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck and along your collarbone.

"I-I need-I need you-fuck-Wands-I-please, please, please!" Words are not your strong suit so you just resort to begging at this point, anything to just get a little more from her. You're still mumbling out pleases when Wanda maneuvers to thrust into you, a sharp squeal coming from deep within you. Her gentleness subsides for a brief second as she sinks fully into you, your legs lock around Wanda’s hips pulling her even closer. A cocky smile graces her face when she stills, making you whine and squirm. Her hand cups your face and she gives you one quick kiss.

“I love you,” you feel as if your heart skipped a beat then when you looked into her eyes. The look of pure love on her face distracts you momentarily, enough that you’re caught off guard when Wanda’s hips start moving at a brutal pace. Your jaw falls open, profanities loudly echoing in the room. She’s not even been going at it for a minute before she changes up the position. Wanda somehow expertly gets on her knees and tugs your body down the bed a little, your bottom half now propped up on her thighs. She doesn’t even give you a second to comprehend the change before she’s driving back into you at a fast pace. Wanda’s hands pull your hips forcefully into hers, your whole body bouncing against hers. Your hands grip the bedsheets until your knuckles turn white and when you finally manage to pry your eyes open you see how Wanda looks almost like a feral animal. Her gaze is transfixed on where the two of you meet, one of her hands moving to rest on your pelvis, her thumb immediately circling your clit and intensifying your pleasure. You almost scream at the added stimulation, your vision instantly starting to stipple.

“That’s it, there’s my good girl. Taking me so well baby, god, you’re so perfect, angel.”

Just like that your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can hear your heartbeat raging in your ears and it’s almost as if your body is levitating. Wanda doesn’t stop either, she keeps pounding into you with her thumb still working you into overstimulation and you can feel your hips moving erratically to get away even as you keep moaning. Before you can even come down from your first orgasm she’s pulled another from you, this time you’re sure you’re screaming, the intense pleasure overpowering you so much you feel like you could blackout.

“What a mess you’ve made angel,” Wanda’s sickly sweet voice returns, she’s slowed her hips completely and removed her hand to instead rub both of your thighs. Your head is still spinning, you’re not even sure what planet you’re on at this point and your eyes blink open to see your girlfriend lovingly looking down at you. “I think we’re going to need another bath now.”

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[sapphosclosefriend]

Ok I'm going crazy over this!!

I'm urgently looking for this Wanda x Reader fic where she goes through different universes to look for her kids and instead finds you.

Basically, she wakes up in bed next to you, at first she's surprised she's with a woman but you end up doing the deed.

I NEED to find it!!!!!!!!!

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[steinfellds]

Prison Chains

Pairing: PrisonGuard!Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: After being sent to jail for armed robbery, people start treating you like a joke. You need protection, and only one guard is willing to give you that at a small cost.

Warnings: blood, fighting, mentions of armed robbery, dub-con (kinda?? putting it to be safe), fingering, taking r's virginity, giving head, hair pulling, praising, dom!wanda, bruising.

1.1k Words

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"Move it, newbie."

You let out a grunt as you're shoved onto the ground. You look up at the person who shoved you and scowl when you realise who it is.

"Leave me alone, Romanoff." You mutter, standing up and stepping closer to her.

"Or what, huh? You gonna wave a baseball bat in front of my face and demand all my money?" Natasha loudly laughs, making everybody look over at her.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." You say, grabbing onto her shoulders and pushing her away from you.

Natasha stumbles back a few steps and before you could even blink, she tackles you onto the floor and starts punching you in the face. Her fists come down hard and fast, causing you to immediately start bleeding. You attempt to block her hits by bringing your arms up to protect your face but she's stronger than you and pushes them out of the way.

Suddenly, you see a person pulling Natasha away from you and another person pulling you to your feet. You're not entirely sure what is happening as the blood dripping into your eyes is affecting your vision, but you know you're being dragged into a small room. A warm cloth rubs over your face and you see one of the prison guards, Wanda Maximoff, in front of you.

Wanda Maximoff is one of the most well-known and feared prison guards. She's a tough guard and not many people mess with her. The ones that do mess with her, aren't seen by anyone till months later.

"Awe, poor baby. She got you good, didn't she?" Wanda coos, continuing to wipe the blood off your face.

You nod, trying to hold back your tears.

"She's been calling me names ever since I got here, and now she's done this." You jester towards your face.

Wanda places the bloodied cloth down on the counter and picks up a band-aid . She places the band-aid on a small cut above your eyebrow.

"Natasha's like that," Wanda says, "When I first started working here, she tried to force me to do things I didn't want to do. Though, I shut that down pretty quickly by scaring her a little bit."

"She fears you?" You ask in surprise. Natasha doesn't seem like the type of woman to fear anyone.

Wanda looks at you with a grin, "Of course she does, baby."

Your heart flutters at the pet name.

"You know, I could protect you from Natasha." Wanda suddenly offers.

Your eyes widen in surprise, "Really? You'd do that for me?"

Wanda nods, "But if you want this from me, I want something from you." Wanda places her hand on your hip and pulls you towards her.

Your heart drops when you realise what she wants.

"I-I've never done something like that before." You stutter out awkwardly.

"That's okay, sweetheart. I promise I'll be soft and sweet with you." Wanda's hands drift toward your waistband and starts to tug it down.

You didn't protest until the bottom half of your body was bare and on display for Wanda to shamelessly look at.

"Should we even be doing this?" You ask, "I mean, is it even legal?"

Wanda pushes you against the wall and kneels in front of you. She grabs onto one of your legs and throws it over her shoulder. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel her hot breath hit your cunt.

"You don't seem to care about if it's legal or not," Wanda smirks as she drags two fingers through your folds, bringing them up to your face to show you her glistering fingers. "You're drenched, baby."

Your face turns red in embarrassment and you look away from Wanda. Wanda softly grabs onto your face with her spare hand and tsks at you.

"Look at me, Y/n."

You hesitantly look back at Wanda.

"Good girl." Wanda rewards you by slipping a single finger into you.

Wanda is quick to find your G-spot, continuously hitting it over and over until she believes you're ready and slips her second finger into you.

You moan loudly and quickly cover your mouth to muffle any other noises that escape your mouth. You don't want anyone else to know about this.

"God, you're so tight." Wanda groans, feeling you clench around her fingers.

You moan softly at Wanda's words. It's almost embarrassing how wet you are. You can feel yourself dripping into Wanda's hand and down her arm.

"More, please." You beg, scrunching your eyes shut and throwing your head against the wall.

Wanda's lips quickly wrap around your clit, sucking and licking softly. Your hand threads through her hair, pulling her closer towards you and keeping her head in place.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum," You start to grind onto Wanda's face, needing to reach your high quicker.

"Cum when you need to," Wanda mumbles, pulling back for a few moments so she could speak.

You let out a loud moan as the coil in your stomach snaps. Your back arches off the wall and you have to bring both of your hands up to your mouth to muffle yourself. You start to quickly become overstimulated and push Wanda's head away from you.

Wanda stands up and immediately pulls you into a deep kiss. You moan softly when you taste yourself on Wanda's lips. You try to kiss down Wanda's neck and leave marks but her voice stops you.

"Don't mark me, baby." She breathes out, "People will know about our little deal."

You start to whine about how nobody will notice but Wanda silences you by kissing you again. Reluctantly, you pull away from Wanda's lips and rest your forehead against hers to regain your breath.

"That was a good first time, thank you." You whisper with a smile.

Wanda grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. "How about we make this a weekly thing? I can double your protection."

"But what if someone catches us?" You ask in pure fear and concern. You don't want your sentence to be extended or Wanda fired from her job.

Wanda shakes her head, "Nobody will find out. You trust me, right?"

You nod.

"Good girl."

Wanda helps you put your clothes back on and attempts to make you appear as normal as possible before leaving the room.

"Head down to the infirmary and get some ice for your face. It's going to bruise." Wanda instructs before walking towards Natasha's cell block.

You can't help the small smile that spreads across your lips when you hear Natasha grunting out in pain and Wanda yelling at the top of her lungs. You're safe now.

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[marveicinematics]

after the nightmares (wanda x reader, smut)

Summary : You know how to make Wanda forget about her nightmares when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

Pairing : Wanda Maximoff x female reader.

Words : 1,275.

TW : Smut. Dirty talk, oral sex, tribbing, squirting.

Note : Happy pride month everyone! My first Wanda smut ever, let me know if you’d like to read more about her.

You clearly remember meeting her, months ago. She was alone at the bar, drinking her third cocktail of the night. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Bright red hair, the most beautiful face and lips you’d damn yourself to kiss at least once. You made your way to her, offered her to pay the next drink.

Before you were even tipsy, both of you were in the bar’s bathroom, fingers deep inside the other, holding back screams of pleasure.

“Fuck, I can’t even moan your name, I don’t know it.“

“Wanda,“ she answered with a smirk on her face, before you reached your orgasm, clenching hard against her long expert fingers.

It had been months, but the two of you kept meeting then and there, ending (or beginning) most of your dates with the wildest sex you ever had in your life. In back alleys, on the kitchen counter, in your bed right before she fell asleep in your arms. Months of happiness where you learnt more about Wanda, her story and her bagages. You loved spending time with her nevertheless, accepting each of her flaws, comforting her after each of her nightmares.

Tonight was one of those nights, Wanda had fallen asleep in your arms naked and you were still reading when you felt her squirm and mumble in her sleep. You did what you always did to comfort her, but it didn’t seem to calm her.

“Pietro !“ She screamed when she woke up, hands shaking.

“Shhh, I’m here, it’s over.“

Your hands cupped her face, thumbs rubbing against her skin as you maintained eye contact with her.

“It was a nightmare, it wasn’t real,“ you said with a soft tone and you saw her nodding softly.

“It wasn’t real,“ whispered Wanda.

“It wasn’t real, no. I, on the contrary, am very real.“

And to make sure she believed you, you closed the small gap between your mouths and kissed her as gently as one could, letting your lips taking away her pain and fear. It worked its magic, and you felt Wanda ease in your kiss, deepening it as she slowly forgot about the nightmare that just woke her up.

You felt her tongue lick your lower lip, asking for permission that you gave her right away, opening your mouth for her. Your body leaned closer against hers, your hips pinning hers to the mattress under her. She sighed in the kiss as your knee moved up between her legs, grazing her naked thighs.

“Don’t stop,“ she whispered again.

You smirked in the kiss, moving your knee up higher to press against her still covered cunt.

“D’you like this?“

“More...“ is all you could hear her mumble through her breathing as it was already getting heavier.

You pressed harder, moving your knee up and down her pussy as you started to feel the fabric of her panties getting wet. No doubt she was enjoying it. You rubbed her clit, earning a high-pitched moan from the woman you craved to please.

“Wanda, baby, you’re making a mess of those pretty panties.“

Your smirk didn’t leave your face yet, still rubbing her through the soaked fabric of her underwear. You knew how sensitive Wanda was after waking up. If you kept going, you’d get her to cum like this. 

“It feels amazing!“

Her voice was already louder, and you thanked yourself for getting a soundproof apartment. She was not the type to be quiet in bed. 

“Are you going to come for me, baby?“

Her only answer was another loud moan, and you knew she’d be screaming your name in no time. You moved your knee faster and faster, feeling yourself get aroused by the situation as your own breathing started to be heavier.

Wanda’s moans became high-pitched incoherent screams and her legs started to tremble against the bed. She was getting there. So you stopped without a warning, looking her eyes widen at the loss of her own orgasm.

“What the hell, I was so close!“

“I know, baby.“

Smile on your face, you took your tank top off, revealing your round boobs and hard nipples. The panties came off next, and you straddled her.

“You didn’t think I was going to stay out of the fun, right?“

You moved your own hand down your body and between your legs, brushing two of your fingertips against your cunt to gather some of your arousal. Slowly, you moved your wet fingers to Wanda’s face, and she opened her mouth immediately. She started sucking on your fingers, tasting you as she moaned in pleasure and finally let go of your digits with a loud ‘pop‘.

Wanda laid on her back, grabbing your hips to pull you higher up. Holding onto the headboard, you straddled her face, her tongue finding your wet pussy immediately. One lick, two licks, three licks and the next thing you knew, she was devouring you. You were bucking your hips against her face as she alternated between licking and sucking on your clit and shoving her expert tongue deep inside you, where you needed it the most. One of your hand grabbed her red hair, tilting your head back as you moaned.

“This feels heavenly!“

It only encouraged Wanda to go harder, bringing you close to your peak quickly. You let yourself reach the edge, getting closer and closer to your release before moving your hips up and stopping right before your orgasm.

“Do you plan on getting any of us off tonight?“ asked Wanda with a smirk on her face.

The naughtiest side of her was the one you loved the most. Taking off her top, you immediately started to suck on her breast, tongue playing with her nipple as she moaned softly. She was definitely still aroused.

After taking the pair of panties that she ruined off of her, you spread her legs wide enough and straddled her again, making sure both of your needy cunts were rubbing against the other as you were bucking your hips.

“Oh, god, Wanda…“

Again, it felt like nothing else. Both of you were already close and you had no time to waste. You started to rub yourself on her wet pussy, grabbing her ankles to hold her legs still.

“Oh my god, yes!“ Wanda started screaming almost immediately as she tilted her head back into the pillow.

“That’s it baby, scream for me.“

You moved faster, boobs bouncing in rhythm with your thrust against Wanda’s pussy.

“Fuck me, I’m going to come so fast!“ Wanda screamed again.

You knew she wasn’t lying. Letting go of her legs, you leaned closer so your boobs rubbed against hers, your face so close to hers that you could feel her warm breath on your lips.

“That’s it, fuck. Fucking cum for me, Wanda. I’m so close.“

You grabbed the pillow under her head with both hands, clenching your fists as hard as you could as Wanda’s hands were on your ass, pushing you harder against her. Her screams became euphoric as she neared her orgasm again and you had to close your eyes as the wave of pleasure hit you hard.

“Fuck, ‘m coming…!“ You managed to moan before you started screaming, shaking on top of her. “Wanda! Wanda, baby! F-Fuck!“

She followed you quickly, squirts of her pleasure making an absolute mess of the bed as she screamed like no one else in the whole world existed but the two of you.

You laid down next to her, both of you heavy breathing and sweating, some spasms still making her legs shake against the bed. You moved your head towards her and giggled.

“You’re the best at this,“ you said softly.

“Oh, no. You are.“

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[wandasgf]

THERE'S JUST ONE THING I WANT (your blood all over me)

pairings: final girl!reader + slashers!wandanat, pre-established bucky + reader

summary: movie night at your boyfriend bucky's on friday the 13th, what could go wrong?

warnings: depictions of violence and murder, cult dynamics (cult leader wanda), character death (not reader), cheating, manipulation, patriarchal ideals, misogyny, power dynamics, pet names, mommy kink, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dom!wanda, fingering, groping

wc: 5.7k~

A/N: sorry bucky...

Friday the 13th, a universal day of bad luck and bad omens. You were never one to be overly superstitious, you did have a black cat, Liho, after all, but something about this just felt like a bad idea. Bucky had proposed the idea of having a movie night of sorts to celebrate the unofficial holiday, wanting to invite some friends over and watch a few horror movies. He explicitly wanted to ‘watch Parker piss his pants over a little movie,’ which you rolled your eyes at. 

“I don't know if this is a good idea, Buck…” You sigh, looking up at the taller man through your lashes, your arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Who doesn't love a good horror movie?” He laughs, though he knows you don't, “besides, I'll keep you safe. Don't worry.” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You know I don't like those kinds of movies,” you huff, “and your friends are always… weird.” You mumble, burying your face in his chest. He sighs above you, starting to run his fingers through your hair, “I know, I know, but it'll just be one movie. And it's just the guys! They're harmless, come on, you know that!” His tone is lighthearted, but he tugs a little on your hair at the last part. “You can invite some of your friends,” he offers, “who've you been hanging out with lately? Wanda? Natasha? Carol?” and then he quickly changes his mind, he doesn't like her attitude towards either of you, “Ugh, no, don't invite Carol… How about that Kate girl? You can invite the redheads and Kate?” 

“...okay, but promise you won't pick one that's too scary?”

“Promise, scaredy cat.”

Friday comes quickly and you're currently preparing for Bucky’s friends to come over, making sure there's cold beer in the fridge and snacks for them to eat. Your boyfriend was setting up the television apparently, telling you that you were always better in the kitchen than he was and then disappearing into the living room. Some of your friends were coming too, which you were grateful for. You had debated inviting Carol even though Bucky said not to, but decided against it. Wanda and Kate would be here soon, but Natasha said she had something she needed to do with Yelena tonight and wouldn’t be able to make it. 

You play with the ring around your finger before you start to put bowls and dishes on the island’s countertop in front of you, humming softly to yourself as you make sure it looks presentable. You were never one to like an ugly spread. Bucky chooses this time to come into the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, “see? Told you, you’re so much better in the kitchen than I am.”

“You’re just saying that because I cut up some plums for you.”

“You got me.” He chuckles, reaching forward to grab a slice of the fruit, “the boys should be here soon, you should get changed.” He pats your bare thigh, the shorts you’re wearing are decidedly too short for him, and then pulls away from you and starts to walk away. 

“You didn’t seem to mind my outfit earlier!” You call out after him teasingly, and he just turns around to give you a pointed look, opening his mouth to speak before promptly closing it when he hears a car pull into the driveway. “That must be Steve. Go get changed.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

It did turn out to be Steve, and you greet him after you’ve come back downstairs. This time dressed in a pair of jeans and a brown sweater. Bucky’s friends arrive in quick succession after that: Steve, Sam, Tony, Peter (Quill, not Parker. Parker couldn’t make it), and even Rhodey showed up which was apparently something of a miracle. Wanda’s friend Vision was away for work, otherwise you might have asked her to bring him too. You sip on a drink in the kitchen with Wanda while you wait for Kate, it was far too loud in the living room with all the boys. Especially because Tony had started drinking. You don’t envy Pepper, the man could be loud while sober, so this was almost unbearable. You remind yourself that they’re Bucky’s friends and it’s just one evening, he’ll make it up to you tomorrow. 

“You know, you could have just told him we were going out and you wouldn’t have had to deal with all of this,” Wanda hums, lifting her glass up to her lips and taking a sip of wine, “I know how much you hate these kinds of movies.”

“I know, but he seemed excited about it, and you know him… I don’t want to be down on something he’s actually excited about.” You lean against the counter, holding your glass in both hands against your chest. “He said he’d pick a movie that wasn’t too scary, but we can probably get away with just being in here for the whole night. It’s not like they’ll really notice.”

“You don’t think Bucky will notice if you’re not within two feet of him at all times? You must have forgotten who you’re talking about.” Wanda laughs humorlessly, a tight smile on her lips. None of your friends were particularly… fond of your boyfriend. It’s not that they hated him, he could be a nice guy, it’s just that sometimes the way he treated you was more like the way you’d treat a child or a trophy than a girlfriend.

Just then Bucky’s voice interrupts the two of you with a ‘babe!’ and you excuse yourself from the kitchen. You’re semi-grateful for it, not wanting to get into this Wanda right now, but you wanted to avoid the guys for longer than you were able to.

It turns out he had just wanted another beer, which you brought him and he accepted with a kiss to your cheek. You’re certain that Peter was going to ask for one too until he and Bucky had some sort of silent conversation, so you slipped out of the room to avoid whatever the outcome might have been. Things between the two of them could get tense. 

Wanda gives you a look when you re-enter the kitchen and you shrug, “he was having some sort of debate with Steve, he didn’t want to lose his train of thought.”

“Uh huh…” The strawberry blonde opens her mouth to say something else, but she’s cut off when she hears a sharp, feminine scream pierce her ears. A scream that she knows doesn’t belong to the horror movie everyone is supposed to be watching tonight. She gives you an indecipherable look, and you look back at her with wide eyes, frightened. “Was that… the movie? Buck didn’t say he was starting it yet…”

She doesn’t answer you, waiting to see if maybe she can hear the background noise of a movie coming from the living room, maybe they decided on a different movie. But when she doesn’t hear anything besides confused chatter she can’t quite decipher she shakes her head, “I don’t think so.”

You’re soon joined by Bucky and the rest of the guys in the kitchen when he rushes in to make sure the scream he heard wasn’t, in fact, his girlfriend. “What the hell was that? Are you okay?” He holds you at arm’s length to inspect you, making sure you weren’t hurt. You could be a little clumsy, and he knows you’ve been drinking some wine, so he thought maybe you had decided to cut up some fruit and dropped the knife, accidentally cutting yourself. But after a quick once over, he realizes that you’re fine. 

“I-I don’t know. Wanda and I were just talking in here and then we heard a scream. I thought maybe you started the movie without us. Do you think someone’s hurt somewhere? Oh God, this is exactly how those horror movies you like so much start out. I told you doing something like this today was a bad idea, Buck–”

The back door opens and you barely hear it, still rambling until Bucky puts his hand over your mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, and you’re about to move his hand to tell him off, who cares that his friends are here, until you hear a set of footsteps and realize that everyone is standing still and tense. Bucky’s house had a bit of an odd layout. Whereas other houses kitchen’s were in the back of the house, his was near the front. 

Your boyfriend was always hyper vigilant, even when there was no reason to be, but when he brings his finger up to his lips to signal you to be quiet, you think that maybe there is a reason this time. Even Tony seems to have shut up, looking slightly concerned. Maybe all your talk about bad omens was getting to everyone. 

There’s a tension in the air and everything is silent for a moment until the footsteps continue, getting closer and closer…

Your breath gets caught in your throat when a masked figure steps through the doorway. They have a long, sharp, knife-like blade in one hand, the front of their shirt and mask splattered with blood. In the other hand, you see a coat you recognize, one you know belongs to Kate, splattered and stained with blood. Wordlessly, they hold it up and tilt their head, their green eyes sparkling at the recognition and horror on your face. A scream rips through your throat before you can stop it.

Bucky turns and he’s quick to push you behind him as soon as you scream while everyone else is frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. “Very funny guys, love that you hired an actor to scare the shit out of my girlfriend, very clever. When I said I wanted to scare her, I meant with the movie. So she would be extra clingy tonight, so we could– not the point. This isn’t cool.” His tone hardens with the last three words, feeling the way you’re shaking slightly behind him from fear. 

“Buck, we didn’t… this isn’t us.” Sam speaks up and the masked stranger decides that this is enough talking for now before they surge towards Peter, who’s drunk enough to move just a bit too slowly. Their knife plunges into his stomach and he lets out a loud yell, drink dropping from his hand and glass shattering against the floor, doubling over when the knife is taken out and then plunged into his flesh again and again and again. 

The action is enough to snap everyone out of their frozen states and send everyone running in a panic. You vaguely hear a ‘holy fuck!’ before Bucky grabs your hand and drags you out of the room, planning to circle around the killer and then exit the house. He lives at the end of a relatively secluded street, but he has his car and if he can get to it, he knows he could get the both of you away from danger quite quickly. He’d be sorry about his friends, but he can always make new ones. 

“B-Buck, wait! We can’t just leave Wanda, what if she’s next? Please, we can't just leave. That was Kate’s coat, they got Kate. We can’t leave everyone.”

“We might get killed and you're worried about that redheaded b– fine, we can make sure Wanda’s okay.” He concedes when he sees your face, pulling you into the bathroom with him and shutting the door. He takes a breath and then locks it. If all else fails, the two of you can stay in here until morning, but right now he apparently needs a new plan.

He pats his pockets to try and find his phone, if nothing at all he needs to call the police. He groans when he realizes he left it on the couch. “Fuck.”

At some point you and Bucky get separated, it's hard to stay together in chaos like this. Maybe going back for Wanda was a bad idea, but you just couldn't leave her to fend for herself, especially after what you can only assume happened to Kate. And seeing what happened to Peter, you couldn’t let that happen to her. Stupid, maybe, but she was one of your closest friends. 

You don't know how long it's been until you find yourself in a group again. Except now you're missing Peter, Tony, Steve and Rhodey. By the look on Bucky’s face, you know they all must have suffered the same fate as Peter.

“What do we do, man? We could try to leave, but that only got Steve killed. Did anyone call the cops? I can't find my phone.” Sam paces the room.

Steve’s body lays limp and slightly cold on the stone path leading from Bucky’s porch to the driveway. He didn’t get very far.

“I did.” Wanda speaks up from the doorway, keeping watch in the one on the left and scanning the whole room, paying particular attention to the doorway across from her. “I hope they'll be here soon. They might have already been here if James didn't live so far from town.”

“Oh, are you blaming this on me? Are you saying this is my fault?” Bucky shoots a glare towards Wanda. The tension between the two of them was always thick, but right now you think even a knife wouldn’t be able to cut through it. 

“If the shoe fits.”

“Listen here, you–”

“Watch your tone.” Wanda's accent slips out and your eyes flit over towards her.

“Please don't fight, it won't make things better.” Your voice is quiet, scared, as you speak. You stand close to Bucky, arms wrapped around your torso. You're shaking slightly, the image of both Peter and Steve making you nauseous. You hadn’t expected to see him when you walked out the front door, and the image was enough to have you running back into the house. 

Bucky grunts in response and Wanda doesn't say anything, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and looking towards the other entrance of the room you were all in again. 

Perhaps she should have been paying more attention to what's behind her, though, because the masked stranger is suddenly right there. Your eyes widen and you don't have time to warn her before she shrieks as they force her hands behind her back and press a knife against her throat. It's a bit of a struggle, but the masked assailant is clearly strong as they manhandle Wanda into the room. 

“Wanda!”

“Fuck!”

“Man, fuck this!”

You, Bucky, and Sam all stand alarmed near the center of the room, looking with widened eyes at the scene in front of you. A beat of silence passes, all that can be heard is labored breathing. And then the knife falls from her throat and Wanda starts to laugh, bent over from the force of it. “Oh, you should have seen your faces!” She laughs like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to her before she stops abruptly and stands up, a gun suddenly in her hand, pointed straight towards you. “Come here.” Her accent is back now, the fake American one dropped. 

“W-Wanda, I don’t… what’s going on?” You sniffle, tears falling freely down your cheeks.

“W-Wanda,” she mocks, faux pout on her lips, “Come here.”

“Don’t listen to her. Stay right behind me.” Bucky steps in front of you, shielding you with his body. 

“What a gentleman.” Wanda sneers, gun steadily pointed at Bucky’s chest now. 

“Wanda, sweetheart, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Natasha speaks up, taking the now bloody hockey mask off and revealing herself. It had been so hard for her to keep her comments to herself and remain a mystery this whole time. Usually it wouldn’t be, but today was just so exciting. And it was personal.

Oh, she had been the one to give Wanda the handgun.

“Now what the fuck?” Sam makes the mistake of making himself known again and Wanda rolls her eyes, turning and aiming the gun at him instead. “Oh, shut up.” She pulls the trigger and a bullet goes straight through the man’s skull, blood splattering onto the floor and the wall behind him. He drops to the floor with a thud.

“Jesus Christ! You’re both fucking insane!” Bucky takes a glance towards Sam’s body on the floor, feeling bile rise up in his throat. 

“Buck, I-I’m scared.” You whimper, and he pulls your body against his, hoping to bring you some comfort by running his fingers through your hair. This is not something he ever thought before, but maybe he should have listened to you when you said this was a bad idea. 

Wanda takes a deep breath, her head jerking involuntarily at the sight, like she’d just seen something horrible. “I won’t ask again. Come. Here.” The gun is pointed at you again and her hand shakes slightly. Her eyes flash and you look up at Bucky, afraid she might actually shoot you. “Buck, I-I maybe I should go over. T-To calm her down… I don’t want her to hurt you.”

You sniffle again and he takes five seconds before giving a small nod. “It’ll be okay, baby. They won’t get away with this, I promise, I won’t let them.” He says in a way that he hopes is comforting to you. You hesitate before pulling away from him and slowly walking over to Wanda. 

“Hi, Wands,” you smile up at her sweetly, “did I do good?”

“You would have done better if you didn’t let him put his hands on you like that,” she spits. You pout up at her and she softens slightly, leaning down to kiss you. She knows you were only playing a role, but that didn’t make it better, “you did great, baby.”

“What the fuck is going on!”

You spin around, eyes wild, no longer hiding anything now that the charade has been dropped, angry that your moments with Wanda are still being interrupted. “Will you shut the fuck up for five fucking seconds?! We are trying to have a conversation here.”

Bucky, poor guy, looks the most shocked you’ve ever seen him. He never would have seen this coming, he never could have. This wasn’t like you, you were sweet and quiet and would never speak to him like that. You couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this, not voluntarily. The way you were acting wasn’t making any sense. 

“Baby… Come on, this isn’t like you. Whatever they said to you, whatever they did to you, you can tell me. I can help, I’ll get you out of this, you don’t have to worry.” He chooses almost the exact wrong thing to say, and you grab the gun from Wanda, pointing it towards him. Wanda and Natasha look toward each other, this wasn’t part of the plan. Not exactly, anyway.

"Oh, you can help me?! You'll help me!" You think of these past couple of months, years really, that you’ve spent with Bucky, stuck with Bucky. You did it to yourself upon the request of Natasha, but that doesn’t make it any better. You're practically hysterical at this point, waving the gun in your hand around with your finger on the trigger, "because you're a big strong military man, you can help me! Oh, and I bet you’ll save me too!" You're laughing now, shaking as adrenaline pumps through your veins. "That's what I am to you, isn't it? Proof of your ability as a man to save a woman? Your little trophy to prove that you're a good guy." You point the gun steadily at Bucky now, looking him directly in the eyes, "unfortunately for you, I've never been yours to save."

The thing about your and Bucky’s relationship is that it was never built on anything good. It would have been better, for him mostly, but the both of you, if you had just stayed friends like you wanted to, but he just kept pushing. He loves you, don’t you love him too? He knows you do, he can tell. He’s loved you since middle school and he’s never found the right time to tell you, but now that you’re both starting university, he couldn’t take the chance that you’d find someone else. (Unfortunately for him, you already had. The extra 10 years of friendship Bucky had, had nothing on the connection you had with Wanda and Natasha). 

Bucky watched you grow up, watched you turn to him when your parents fought, watched you take your father’s mistreatment of you and your mother, and watched your little fear of abandonment grow when your father up and left one night. Watched the way you hoped he wouldn’t leave too, took advantage of it, really. And you watched him, watched the cracks in his nice guy persona get bigger, watched as they became canyons when you wedged yourself into them, watched as he hoped, God he hoped that you were your mother’s daughter. 

And Wanda and Natasha watched you both, content to keep your relationship a secret as you explored the ways in which you could exploit Bucky, expose his true colors. They didn’t do very much pushing on your part, they wanted you to be free to make your own decisions. They may be in charge, but this was your idea, they just gave it the green light. Well, Wanda may have planted a few seeds, but that’s what she does. You were free to ignore them if you wanted, but she knew you didn’t. She knew you’d make her plans blossom. 

The switch from hysterics to calm and collected has your boyfriend's head spinning. He doesn't know what part of this is real and what isn't, still half hoping this is some sick prank. Because this isn't like you, it's just not. The first time Bucky had ever shown you one of his guns, you were like a deer in headlights. You'd refused to even touch it, scared of such a weapon, a monster of human creation, you'd called it. That's who his girlfriend was, not this person standing in front of him. This mad woman, this crazy bitch. So this had to be fake, it had to be a prank. 

It's not, of course, because what Bucky doesn't understand is that nothing with him had ever been anything but fake. What Bucky doesn't understand is that even though he's your boyfriend, you've never been his girlfriend, you've been Natasha and Wanda's. You've always been Natasha and Wanda's.

Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek, "go on, pretty girl, you can do it," she whispers encouragingly. This may not be a part of the original plan, but the sooner they get this done, the sooner she can take you back to her and Wanda’s apartment. And the sooner Wanda can stop obsessing over this. "Remember how he treated you. Remember how we treat you."

“Be a good girl, we’re so close.” Wanda’s voice hits your ears and it’s like you can’t help but listen to anything she says. You take the shot without a second thought, the bullet going straight through Bucky’s chest as your own chest heaves, your breathing slightly labored. You’re still holding the gun towards him as his eyes widen and he drops to the ground, touching the wound like he can’t believe what just happened. He chokes slightly, coughing, as blood starts to spill past his lips and you shut your eyes. If only he hadn’t turned into such a rotten guy, he would have survived. 

You feel Wanda’s soft hand slide up the length of your arm as she slots herself behind you now, Natasha going to check around the house to make sure no one has miraculously survived being slain. A smile graces the Sokovian’s lips and she envelopes your hand in her own, gently transferring the gun into her own grip instead, letting your arm drop to your side before lowering the weapon and tucking it into her back pocket, “you did such a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice is so sweet and loving that your bottom lip trembles involuntarily.

You love Natasha, but Wanda has always had an affect on you, and you know that if the Russian had said the same thing instead, you wouldn’t react this same way. The overwhelming feelings that loomed over tonight come back in full force as you let out the first sob. “Oh, sweet girl,” Wanda coos, turning you in her arms and bringing you against her, holding you tight, “such a big night for you, huh? But you know that what you’ve done is for the greater good, right? You know that, don’t you?” 

You nod and she kisses the top of your head. “B-But Tasha came early, and I didn’t know that Katie– I thought– Tasha was too early, and I couldn’t tell if–” You can’t get your thoughts together anymore, your mind racing with everything that’s been going through your head since the beginning of the night. The fear for Kate, the confusion when Natasha showed up before 10:02pm, the very specific time she was supposed to, the way Wanda had looked just as confused as you had.

“Oh no, did she scare you?” Wanda laughs lightly, endeared and a little amused, “I’ll have to give Tasha a little talking to. She was a little early, huh?” She smooths her hand along your hair, petting you, “don’t worry about Katie, darling, she’s just fine. You know how Yelena would react if she wasn’t.” 

“I-I know, but–”

“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, you didn’t know. Now, why don’t you give me a kiss, hm? Don’t I deserve a thank you?”

A ‘thank you’ for what, you didn’t know, but Wanda clearly thought she was deserving of one and who were you to question her? You lean up to give her a kiss, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as she grips your waist. You sigh against her lips, feeling yourself relax a little just from the comfort any amount of affection from Wanda gives you. 

“I leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re pretending like I don’t exist.” Natasha stands from where she was leaning against the doorframe as she looks at you and Wanda, “do you have any idea how long I was standing there?” It had only been long enough to catch Wanda’s ‘don’t I deserve a thank you?’ and watch the two of you kiss, but still. 

You pull away from Wanda and huff, your tears now forgotten, “I’m mad at you!” You glare at Natasha and she raises an eyebrow, walking towards you now, “mad at me, зайка?” She furrows her eyebrows slightly, as if she’s confused, and there’s an annoyingly attractive little smirk on her lips as she gets closer. 

She grabs your hips and pulls you away from Wanda and the Sokovian would usually protest against the Russian’s audacity to steal her girl away, but she’s content to watch the two of you bicker for a few minutes. Natasha pulls you against her, “now what did I do to deserve that?” She squeezes your hips softly, looking down at you. “You were early!” You push against her chest before resting your hands there, playing with the fabric of her sweatshirt, “we had a plan!”

“Well, we didn’t exactly stick to the plan anyway, did we, baby? Huh? I don’t think the past 15 minutes were part of the plan. How about you, Wands?” Natasha turns her head slightly and makes eye contact with her girlfriend, to which the strawberry blonde just rolls her eyes, “this is not my problem. She’s not mad at me.”

“We might have if you showed up on time! You scared me, you asshole!”

Natasha is perfectly happy to humor when you’re ‘mad’ at her and even when you play fight against her or hit her, but she is not happy to hear you speak to her like that. Her movement is swift as she reaches up to grab your jaw, her grip harsh as her fingertips dig into your cheeks, “watch your tone and your language, yeah?”

You whine quietly, nodding. Natasha hums, releasing your jaw in favor of patting your cheek, “good girl. Now, why don’t you tell me properly why you’re ‘mad’ at me?” Her next actions contradict her words as she slips her hands underneath your shirt, sliding her palms up your stomach and then back down again.

“You were…” you trail off, distracted by Natasha's hands on you. She slides her hands back up and gropes your covered breasts, “I was?” There’s a smug look on her face as she looks down at you, pleased with how easily she can distract you. “You were early and… and you scared me, I didn’t know it was you.”

“My sincerest apologies, princess,” Natasha slides her hands back down and grabs your waist, squeezing roughly, and then she grins, “I didn’t realize you were so easily scared.” You’re about to curse her out, but she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss before you get the chance. The kiss is sloppy and rough as your hands grip her sweatshirt, tugging her as close as possible. 

Wanda, never one to like being left out, takes her place behind you, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. Her hands slip under your shirt and replace where Natasha’s used to be, cupping your breasts and groping them softly, “let us make it up to you, ангел.”

The sound of Wanda’s soft voice in your ear relaxes you in their arms and you make a noise of agreeance against Natasha’s lips. “My poor little angel,” Wanda murmurs, “my divine little lamb. You didn’t deserve to be scared like that, did you?” Wanda’s questions are almost always rhetorical and you’re glad for that right now. 

One of Natasha’s hands moves from your waist to unbutton your jeans and then slides into your panties. You grip her sweater tighter to try and urge her to move her hand further down, but she leaves it splayed just above your cunt. She pulls away from your lips, the both of you panting as you catch your breath, a string of spit connecting your lips and then dripping down.

“Say please, зайка. Just because I’ve upset you doesn’t mean you lose your manners, does it?”

“Please, Tasha. Please touch me.”

“Tell me thank you for what I did today.” She’s trying to stay in control of herself, but you can tell from her labored breathing and the flush of her neck that you’ve affected her. 

“I’m so happy you freed me, Tasha. Thank you. I’m so grateful I can be yours forever now. Thank you, thank you.” 

Natasha surges forward and crashes her lips against yours, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. Wanda hums in approval and it lights a fire in both yours and Natasha’s stomachs. You both know, this time, Wanda is only here to watch over the two of you, and to know what you’re doing has her approval means more to the both of you than anything you’ve ever done.

Natasha swallows your gasp when you feel her fingers beginning to rub at your clit, slow circles that work you up at just the right pace. Wanda places small kisses on your neck as Natasha works, groping and squeezing at your breasts as she does. She knows she’ll have you to herself later while Natasha works on cleaning up today’s mess, so she’s content in watching her prized possession feel good.

When Natasha moves her hand further down and sinks two fingers into your cunt, you pull away from her lips and let out a little whimper. Usually, she’d work you up, but she knew the three of you shouldn’t linger in the house longer than necessary. “Shhh, that’s it baby, you can take it.” She lets you bury your face against her chest as she pumps her fingers in and out, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. 

“There you go, that’s a good girl.” Natasha coos. She’s being uncharacteristically gentle and you think it’s because Wanda is watching or maybe she really does feel bad for scaring you like she did. She holds you tight against her as she leans over you to kiss Wanda. You feel your knees get weak when you realize what’s happening and you clench around Natasha’s fingers. 

They both pay you no mind except for the fact that Natasha’s skilled fingers are still working against your cunt. She curls them just right and you bite down on her collarbone. She gasps and pulls away from Wanda’s lips, her other hand gripping your waist tighter, her blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving little crescent marks. 

“Forgot our little зайка was a biter.” She grunts.

It’s not long before Natasha’s fingers work you up and push you over the edge, cumming with both her and Wanda’s permission. When Natasha pulls her fingers out you let out a little whine, sensitive from cumming. “Open up, pretty girl.” She brings her fingers up to your lips and you let her push them inside, cleaning your cum from her fingers, your cheeks hot at the action.

Natasha pulls away from you and pushes you to your knees, your shaky legs doing very little to hold you up anyway. Wanda’s fingertips drag across your cheek as she moves in front of you, standing next to Natasha. “What do you say, маленький ангел?” Wanda speaks as she uses her middle and ring finger to tilt your chin up. 

You peer up at them, adoration swimming in your eyes, “Thank you Mommy. Thank you Tasha.”

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[writing-house-of-m]

Kiss and Make Up

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Oral and fingering. MINORS DNI

Summary: You and Wanda make up in the best way possible

A/N: You can all thank braining 'anon' for this one, this is for you mate! No pronouns used for Reader. I was very close to making this Natasha x Reader 🤭

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

The two of you don't fight that often, but it can get pretty ugly when it does happen.

After you apologised for overreacting, it was time to kiss and make up. What you hadn't planned on was the kiss escalating as far as it has.

Your once clouded mind is now empty, filled with Wanda's whimpering moans because right now you're knuckle deep inside of her.

Wanda's smell pierces your nostrils as your lips wrap around her bud while lewd sounds from the pumping of your fingers fill the room.

By now you have forgotten what it even was you were arguing about.

Your tongue runs through her folds then your attention is back to swiping against Wanda's bundle of nerves, revelling in the way it throbs with need, her whining encouraging you.

But you want Wanda to scream your name so you curl your fingers in just the right angle, smiling when you hear the shriek that leaves her lips. Wanda smacks her hands over her face fearing she is too loud.

Moving away you tell Wanda to remove them because you want to hear her. You know how loud she can get so in that moment you make it your goal to see if you can get her even higher than you ever have before.

You are latched on to Wanda as you curl your fingers again, this time sucking her clit harsher than before at the same time earning you a slightly louder and longer shriek. You smirk at the result but know you have a way to go yet.

Your hand presses against her lower stomach to keep her hips down as she squirms around trying to raise them. Wanda's sounds are uncontrollable now, between screaming your name and begging incoherently, you know she's close.

As she reaches her high, Wanda's legs wrap around your head, smothering you, making you grunt which only adds to her pleasure but you keep at your current assault knowing it won't be much longer until it is over. The grip around you tightens so much more it makes you wonder if this is how it feels to be the victim of an anaconda.

You can barely hear anything at this point but you are sure you hear your name at the top of Wanda's lungs, the only sound that comes through is muffled. Wanda's muscles twitch and she gushes all over the bottom half of your face, your hand and the sheets below as she reaches her high.

Deep slow strokes take over to prolong her climax while you remove your mouth to take a deep breath when her legs loosen around you. As you catch your breath you see just how much mess Wanda has made.

Wanda is gasping as she comes down from her high. You take the opportunity to remove your fingers and clean up some of her arousal with your mouth. Your tongue swiping up what it can from Wanda's thighs and the less sensitive areas of her center.

Feeling Wanda's hand stroking your hair back makes you look up at her. She looks so blissed out with her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. You can't help yourself so you crawl up her body.

Getting to eye level Wanda cups your cheeks, bringing you in to kiss you slowly, moaning at the taste of herself when your tongues meet.

Laying next to her you close your eyes to try to regulate your own breathing.

By the time you open them again to look at Wanda she is already looking at you whilst biting her bottom lip making you smile at her.

"You know, I don't even remember what we were fighting about," you say with a raised eyebrow.

Wanda lays on her side and snuggles next to you, her face going into your neck. "I think you fucked out all of my thoughts too," Wanda mumbles against you.

When her teeth graze your skin you move your head to give her more space. You close your eyes again as her tongue strokes over the same area making you hum appreciatively.

Turning your head you capture her lips with yours, pulling her in as close as possible with your hand on the back of her head.

Wanda's hand pulls up your shirt you still haven't removed because of how desperate you were to get to Wanda. When your stomach is bare she sits atop of you, making you gasp because you feel how wet she is.

Your hands go to her hips when Wanda moves them soaking the area. "Maybe we should fight more often if this is what comes from it," Wanda exclaims, clearly affected by her movements.

One of your hands goes to the back of Wanda's neck as you rise into an almost sitting position making Wanda gasp at the movement. You pull her in to kiss the dopey smile off her lips.

With your foreheads resting against each other, Wanda's breathing is erratic as it blows over your face. Your arms wrap around her waist to stop Wanda making her whine.

"Well, only one of us has come so far," you breathe out equally as affected.

Before Wanda can complain about the sudden lack of movement you flip her on to her back telling her to take off her shirt while you get undressed.

In a matter of seconds you are back on top of Wanda, spreading her legs and lining yourself up with her.

It wasn't a big fight but you sure will get the most out of the making up process.

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[lesbianloml]

I’m baaaaack🎶

How are you darling? hope everythings well

How about some somno/sleepy sex, wanda waking up r cuz she just needs to touch her little baby:(

i'm wonderful but i'm in a drabble mood so lets see what I got. send me some drabble ideas!

your moans and whimpers echo throughout the room as you jolt awake. the confusion from being awoken still lingers as you whine, feeling wanda's tongue flick your clit. "m-mommy? oh! what are you doing?" you slur, still half asleep and pleasure high. "shh, baby. go back to sleep. mommy needs to fuck her pretty little slut." your hips buck, and you know there's no hope for you falling back to sleep now as you grip wanda's soft hair. your back arches and your cries louden as you near your first of many orgasms of the rest of the night.

need mommy wanda fr. remember, requests and asks are open! love to hear your ideas and thoughts! <3

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[jemilyswhor3]

Mentee

A/N: I made this last year AND requests are open!!! (I'm begging someone to request wanda and/or nat 🙏🙏🙏)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, masturbation, idk what else tbh as I said this was made last year, mommy kink maybe, dom!wanda, sub!reader, this mentions aos cause I made this when I was OBSESSED with aos

Summary: Wanda caught you doing something and confronts you with her assumption

Word Count: 4k

You had a big crush on your mentor Wanda, but you don't make it look obvious. You wanted to be seen as someone professional and serious, not a bubbly girl who has this insane crush on her mentor. You only steal glimpses of the redhead from time to time whenever you can, and she smirks and looks back down whenever she caught you. You often slip off, daydreaming about the most sinful things she can possibly do to you, and it's either Kate nudging you to get off fantasy land, or long enough to realize Wanda had caught you, which makes her giggle.

You were on your way to Natasha's class, you realized that you were the only one attending it since the rest of the mentees were in Fitzsimmons' class, which you attended earlier. You opened the door, and to your shock, you saw Wanda.

''Where are the others?'' Asked your mentor, seeing you enter the room alone.

''They're in Fitzsimmons' class.'' You replied.

''And why aren't you there?'' She asked again, tilting her head.

''I attended the class earlier today.'' You replied, awkwardly heading your way towards her.

''Mhm.'' She hummed to your response.

''Where's agent Romanoff?'' You questioned, gesturing where to your right hand.

''She's on a mission. I'll be her sub for now.''

''How long will her mission be?''

''Wanna get rid of me much?"' Wanda chuckled.

''No- no, it's not like that. I- I was just wondering since she told us to master Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, which we were supposed to perform with her today.'' You awkwardly replied.

''Well, we won't be doing any of that, since I don't even know what that is.'' She smiled.

''Oh. What we'll be doing then?'' You asked, confused about what she had in mind.

''Freestyle.'' She proudly stated.

''Freestyle?'' You repeated.

''Yeah, I mean, why not? I was planning on the mentees practicing with each other, to find out what they're best and good at, but it seems like we'll be practicing together.'' She raised her shoulders and headed her way to the center of the room.

''Okay, that seems... cool.'' You said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Just to heads up, I will be using my powers.'' She cleared out.

''What?!'' You asked, confused.

''Don't worry, I'll just use it to throw stuff at you-'' She gets cut off.

''YOU'LL THROW STUFF AT ME?!'' You respond, frantically.

''No- no, just small harmless objects. Besides, it was gonna happen anyway. Stark updated the inquiries, and it makes sense since powered people are also on the list of bad guys. And you get first-hand experience.'' She winked at you.

She was never this... flirtatious? I mean, maybe she is? You only see her in her class, and sometimes bump into her. You've never had a one-on-one event with her before. Her actions left you in shambles and in a blushing mess.

''Okay, then.'' You nod and prepared yourself for what was about to come at you.

The first couple of times, you were able to dodge and hit the objects before they could touch you. But in time, you lose focus on the woman you're training with. You never got the chance to look so closely at her for a long period of time without it trying not to get caught by her. It was so hard to focus when all you can think about is your mentor. Your mentor Wanda, whose figure is perfect, her red locks in a ponytail, her leggings sculpting her ass, the way she moves to avoid your punches, and most captivating of all, her slender fingers with her scarlet power, swinging left and right as she tries to defend herself.

God, you can only imagine what her fingers could do to you. Inside of you.

''Ouch!'' You winced.

''Oof. Sorry. Caught you off guard there. Seemed like your thoughts are elsewhere''

Yeah, elsewhere to the deepest of your imagination.

''Are you okay?'' She asked, rubbing your back.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' You replied shaking your head.

''Are you?'' She cupped your chin for your face to face hers. ''That doesn't look good.''

''Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Shall we continue?'' You deviated from the conversation.

''No, I don't think so.'' She replied, shaking her head whilst she moves your head to check out for other possible scratches. ''We were about to come to a close anyway.'' She took her arm off and headed towards the benches. ''You should probably go to the med-bey. Or to the kitchen, if icing is all it needs.'' Wanda suggested, opening her bottle to take a drink.

You nod in response as you rush your way to the kitchen, upset that your time with the redhead had been cut short. The only opportunity you probably had with her to have a one-on-one.

After fixing yourself up, you head to your designated room and cleaned yourself. You changed into a black camisole and some short shorts since you felt comfortable sleeping like that. You dried your hair and went to bed as you dim your lights to head off to sleep.

As you lay there, you weren't able to sleep, as your thoughts were clouded by Wanda. Nothing. But. Wanda. You couldn't stop thinking about earlier. About how gorgeous she was, how she was caring towards you, gentle towards you, how you two shared such intimacy, that you savored every second of, and yet again, her hands. Her slender, veiny hands moved around the room as if they owned it. How she controlled and moved it, and how you're so attracted to every single movement of hers.

First, it was all thoughts of admiration, then you start to immensely think of the nastiest thoughts. You didn't even notice your hand shift underneath the covers, teasing your clothed cunt. Stroking it up and down as you feel a wet patch create between your thighs. You can feel yourself close to your peak until you heard the door open. You shifted your hand off and besides you and jolted up as fast as you could. You look up, and there you see...

''Wanda?'' You said, eyes wide, shocked to the core.

''You're still up?'' She replied, awkwardly standing by the door. ''What are you doing?''

''Insomnia.'' You stated. You weren't lying though, you had been having trouble with your insomnia lately, but in this case, it's clearly not the cause.

''Nothing else?''

It intrigued you how invested she was in what you were doing before, and you believe that she didn't really see you do anything, since you had blankets covering you. ''Nothing.'' If nothing meant impulsively touching yourself to the thought of her.

''What brings you here?'' You asked, bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them.

''Was about to drop this off. You forgot them.'' She said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Thanks.'' You replied, looking at your gym bag.

''Yeah, no problem.'' She turned around and made her way to the door. Before she left, she turns right back around and asks you the same question. ''You sure you weren't doing anything?'' She asked, brows furrowed.

''No, nothing. Why?'' The question also made your brows furrow.

''It's just that, I swear I heard you hide your moans right before I entered.''

Her revelation made you a hot mess. Your eyes are wide open, unable to utter a word in response.

She walked closer to you and says, ''Oh, don't try to hide it, detka, I know you've been thinking about me. In class, in training, and just a few minutes ago when you lied about not doing anything, when in fact, you were touching yourself to the thought of me.'' She leaned closer to your face, almost not leaving a gap between the two of you. She pulled back and sits on the mini couch you have at your bedside.

She reads my mind? You thought to yourself. Beforehand of starting to work on the compound, it was mandatory to learn basic skills and techniques to barricade your mind, and Wanda respects too much of people's privacy to even invade their minds without their consent or valid reason.

''I know what you're thinking, detka. And I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. The moment you walked in the door, I knew you had to be mine.'' She creeped out a sinister smirk.

''But- we were-''

''Please, those mandatory skills are nothing. I can easily access anyone's mind whenever, wherever. Besides, your thoughts are too loud not to read.'' She laughed mischievously. "You really think some lessons could stop my scarlet magic?"

Well, that's comforting.

"Don't stop on my account. Go on. Continue. I know you were close before I entered. I just needed to see you for myself." She made herself comfortable on the couch, opening her legs, and relaxing her hands on her thigh.

You simply went under the covers. I mean, what else could you have done? Not obey her?

''Don't hide away from me. I wanna see all of you.'' Her voice became raspy with her Sokovian accent showing.

You slowly, shamefully, took off the covers on top of you, revealing you in your black velvet short shorts.

''Aww, you look so adorable in your shorts. Real deal definitely is better than what I've imagined.'' She laughed in a raspy tone, pouting at the sight of you in your shorts. ''Now, take them off.'' She commanded.

''What?"' You whispered.

''Take your shorts off.''

You slowly slipped your shorts off your thighs, then knees, until it was already in your ankles and you tossed them around somewhere with your foot. You lay comfortably in your bed as she watches you. You close your eyes, letting go of every single thought and worry in your mind and letting it get infiltrated by thoughts of Wanda. You weren't quite sure if it was you or her putting it on your mind, but either way, you were sure you were gonna think of her anyway.

Wanda watched you as your hands roamed around your body. Your eyes closed. Teasing yourself. You played around with your nipples through the fabric, making them poke through the cloth and making you whimper for more touch.

"That's it, baby. Please yourself for mommy." Her voice came from close by... too close.

You open your eyes to look at her, yet she's nowhere to be found on the couch.

"I'm right here, draga." She said, sitting on the other side of the bed beside your legs.

You close your eyes yet again, continuing your movements around your perked-up tits.

"You look so good, detka." She praised you while she takes one of her hands under her pants. "Take your top off." She demanded.

You obliged her request. Peaking a bit through your eyes while you take your top off, you saw her touching herself, and that made you feel hot flushes on your cheeks. You tossed your top someplace else, revealing your now fully bare chest.

You comfortably settled back down as your hands traveled on top of your chest. You draw circles on your nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them to help the tension between your thighs. You removed one hand away from your chest, moving it towards your wet center.

"Uh, uh. Don't touch that pretty pussy of yours until I say otherwise." You opened your eyes while she said her command, seeing her shake her head as she spoke.

"Bu- I-" You whimper.

"Aww, is my little draga all wet and needy down there? Do you want mommy's fingers to please you, mhm?" She said with a mocking pouting face.

You eagerly nod while biting your lip. Waiting for a response or command for her to state.

"Yes, yes you are." She said while mirroring your movements, mocking you.

"Take your panties off. I wanna see that pretty little cunt of yours." She smirked.

You shake your panties off until they were on your ankles. Wanda used her scarlet magic to bring your soaked underwear to her view.

"I'll be keeping this." She said, taking her hands off her pants, as she grabbed the pair that was previously floating in the air.

She looks back at you whilst restoring your underwear in her pockets. Seeing your legs closed with your arm in the middle, but not touching your center.

"Come on, detka. You should know this by now. Open." Wanda gestures both her hands to signal you to open them. You slowly open them, revealing your dripping pussy. "Good girl." She praised, making you feel butterflies. "So wet, and all of this for... mommy?" She stoped and looks at you, waiting for a response.

You nod in reply, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, darling" She spoke with her Sokovian accent showing when she said "darling".

"Yes- yes, mommy. All for you." You whimpered out.

She groans at your response. "Have I been teasing you too much? Should I have knocked earlier?"

"Mhm." You replied, biting your lower lip.

"Well, I'm right here, now. And I will guide you through all of it." She said, bopping her head, signaling you to mirror her movements, and you do.

"Are you gonna touch me?" You asked, needy.

"We'll see. If you're a good girl that follows mommy's orders, then maybe I'll consider it."

Her response made you feel ecstasy following around your body. Ready to follow any and all of Wanda's rules for her touch in reward.

"Now be a good girl and get comfortable." She stated as you suit yourself in bed."Nice, nice." She whispered. "Now, close your eyes-"

"But, I wanna see you, mommy." You whimpered, pouting.

"But, that's not mommy's orders. Now, close." She said as she leans in to close your lids with her index and middle finger.

You keep your eyes close as you stayed steady, waiting for her next instructions.

"Bring your hands up to your chest, and tease your nipples." You do as you are told. Your nipples erect at the sensitivity of it.

"Aww, so sensitive, aren't you?" She teased, seeing how fast your body reacted to your touch.

You nod in response. You continue to play around with your chest, while Wanda slowly moved her hand under her pants. Touching herself to the sight of you.

You took a peak at the redhead, seeing her enjoy herself while her eyes are closed to her own imagination. You took one of your hands off your chest, to which you slowly glided to your touch-starved center.

"Don't you dare continue what you're about to do." The witch exclaimed.

You jolted your hand away from your lower abdomen, staring at a furious witch, whose orders you just disobeyed.

"I-I'm sorry, mo- I ju-" You stuttered.

"You've been a bad girl. Disobeying mommy's orders, when I thought you of all people wouldn't even think about such a thing." She sinisterly laughed.

"I'm so-" You tried to apologize.

"Oh, no, detka, it's too late for that. It's time for punishment." She smirked.

Your thoughts were nothing but the idea of Wanda finally touching you. She opens your legs with her magic, and you roll your eyes at the sensation. She uses her scarlet powers to feel the wet dripping mess you are on the outside. You let out a moan at her sensation.

"Pl-please... mommy." You managed to let out.

"Do you want me inside of you, mhm? Want mommy to fill you up?" She mocked.

"Y-yes please."

"Yes, what? Come on, it seems like you're forgetting my name."

"Yes, please mommy." You let out in between moans.

"Since you've been naughty, mommy's not gonna touch you. In fact, I'll make you regret what you did, and teach you what happens to sluts that disobey their mommy." She taunted.

She inserts her scarlet magic inside of you, moving her left hand to the rhythm while the other was back under her pants.

You let out a moan at her sudden movement. Your back aching, toes curling, while your hands grip the sheets.

But, it didn't feel right. You felt something, but you also felt... nothing? It feels like something is touching you on the inside, but you couldn't really feel anything around you. This. This is the way of teaching you and making you regret disobeying her. The sensation of her touch, yet, also craving it, since she isn't really inside of you. How it aches between your legs, and how you crave her touch. For her to actually be inside of you.

You open your eyes, looking at Wanda with her mouth shaped like a small O with her eyes shut. You hesitate to disrupt her from her peak, but you couldn't help the feeling between your legs anymore.

"M-mommy..." You whispered. "Mommy..." You hesitated again.

"What is it, detka? You aren't supposed to be talking. Remember, you are being punished." She replied, breathless.

"I- I was just wondering if you could allow me to touch myself?" Your requested, head bow down while asking, ashamed of the question.

She opens her eyes. Her eyes became siren, staring back at you. She took her hand out of her pants, while she continues to do what she was doing with the powers in her mind. She crawls up to you and stops on your lower abdomen. She looks at what mess you've become between your legs, and then back up to you with a smirk. She moved her head in between your pussy and starts to talk.

"You wanna feel something inside you, mhm?" She asked, her facing your cunt. "Do you prefer mommy's fingers, mhm?" She teased.

The vibrations from her voice sent shock waves through your core and gave you goosebumps all over your body. You whimper then and there while she spoke.

"Mhm." You hum in response.

"Use your words, honey bun. I know that pretty little mouth of yours can do that, right?" Her Sokovian accent was taking control of her.

"I-I want you inside of me, please, mommy." You begged while you look down on her.

"Too bad. If you followed my rules, you would've been fucked right now to the point where you can't even stand up. This is what bad girls get when they don't follow the rules." She informed.

God, she wasn't kidding when she said you'd regret it. The fact that you would've been fucked by the Wanda Maximoff if you just kept your hands away from where it wasn't supposed to be.

She sat back up and made her way to the other end of the bed again. She continues to please you with her scarlet magic while you lay there as a moaning and whining mess.

She kept thrusting her magic in and out of you, and soon enough, you feel your peak reach.

''Mo-momm-'' You stuttered, eyes closed while you grip tightly on the sheets.

''Aww, is my baby gonna come? Hmm?'' She mocked.

You nod at her response, unable to utter words out of your mouth.

''C-can I?'' You asked politely. Hoping to get on her good side for her to allow you.

''Not just yet, you need to do something for mommy.'' She yet again took her hand off her pants and crawls up to you. ''Do you wanna come, baby?'' She cupped both your cheeks and you nod, eyes still closed. ''No. I want you to look at me and tell me.'' She demanded.

You slowly open your eyes and they gladly met hers. Her eyes, obviously filled with nothing but lust stared back at you.

''Yes, mommy. I wanna come. And I'll do anything!'' You exclaimed.

She hums at your eagerness and compliance and replied, ''Good girl, 'cause I need you to eat mommy out, okay? Can you eat mommy out?"' She cooed close to your face.

Your eyes widen at her request. You still can't process that she- Wanda Maximoff, your very very hot mentor that you've been attracted to since day one- wants you to eat. her. out. You thought that you wouldn't be able to touch her- or vice versa- since she was punishing you for being a bad girl, but turns out she might've just forgiven you.  ''Okay, mommy.'' You respond eagerly.

With the sway of her hands, her pants were thrown somewhere in the room, leaving her in her panties. She crawls up to you and situated herself in between your legs. You can see how wet she is through her panties. You teased her clothed clit, swirling your tongue around it, making her whimper.

"Enough teasing. I want you inside me." With the snap of her finger, her undergarment was nowhere to be found in front of you, leaving her bare with her glistening pussy ready to be eaten out. Your eyes widen at the view, unable to move a muscle.

"Well, come on, detka. Show mommy how much of a good girl you are." She demanded.

And with that being said, snapping you from what you should be doing, you slipped your tongue through her wet folds, getting a soft and low moan out of her. You moved your way up and down, teasing her clit, but not fully going through with it.

"Right there, right there." She repeats, almost out of breath.

You continued lapping on ber g-spot as she grinds closer to you. Her scarlet magic never leaving the presence of your own pussy, also driving you over the edge.

"'M so close, baby." She says in between moans.

You feel the knot on your stomach tighten, and you knew you were just as close as Wanda, but the leverage you had over her was: you know what'll make her come in an instant.

You swirled your way to her clit, and she was token back by your gesture. Hitting a spontaneous shock through her core, causing her to reach her peak.

"I'm gonna come, moya lyubov. Mommy's gonna come." She said, almost out of breath while she grinds herself onto your face.

"C-can I come too mommy?" You asked for permission.

"Yes, detka. Come with mommy." She allowed.

As she continues her scarlet motions into you and your gestures onto her, you both came undone with both the pleasurable look on your faces. You cleaned her up, slurping every drop of her release, as yours drip from the sides of your thighs and into your bedsheets.

"You did so well, malysh." She cooed, cupping your face from below her. Strands of hair touching your face.

"Anything for you, mommy." You replied, kissing her palm beside your face.

She smiled and gets off your shoulders. She dressed herself up while you watched her. You were still pretty groggy and unclear to what just happened, unable to utter anything.

She comes up to you and whispers in your ears, "You've been such a good girl for mommy. And this won't be the last. Next time, if you aren't gonna be too much of a needy whore again, mommy might just touch you herself." She cooed, tucking some strands of your hair back.

"Thank you, mommy. And I promise, I'll be good next time." You respond.

"Good. Because if you're still the needy whore you were earlier, I won't go easy on you. You get that?" She smirked, and you can feel it brush your ears.

"Y-yes, mommy." You giddily replied.

Wanda stood up and headed her way to the door. She pulls back up and says, "Oh, and don't forget to clean yourself up. We don't want that pretty pussy and bed of yours to be all dirty for our next time." She leaved off with a wink that left you in shambles.

You did as she told, cleaning yourself up. It was quite hard going back to sleep after such an interaction with your mentor, but after a while, you finally drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, you saw a care package placed on your chair. A dress from Wanda for you. You smile at the thought of her aftercare and what she could possibly do next as your relationship grows with her. But most importantly, how last night isn't the last and there will be next times for your mommy to treat you as her own, like you are.

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I'll Digest You, One Kiss At A Time

Summary: Wanda loved you, she loved you so much. The softness of your lips, the smell of your perfume, and the energy you brought into the room everywhere you went. Loving you was easy, but getting you was hard. You were just too sweet for your own good. Too trusting to look for your missing items, too oblivious to see the way she looked at you, and too innocent to even consider the fact someone wanted you the way she did.

Warnings: college!au, top!wanda, stalker!wanda, beefy!Wanda for like all of five minutes if you read slow, extreme possessiveness and jealousy, stalking, virgin!reader, unethical means of masturbation, strap-on use, cum strap, breeding kink, biting kink, corruption kink, brief choking

A/N: You have the wonderful @lizziesnosescrunch to thank for this idea and fic as whole! This is easily one of my favorite requested fics so far and I had a lot of fun writing this. Should've been a lot darker but trust this isn't the last you'll see of stalker!Wanda on my page ever!

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Wanda's mother was a woman of many wise words. No matter how strange and nonsensical a situation seemed, Wanda could trust her mother had a few sweet words of affirmation and guidance to help. She didn't understand all of them, but they never went unappreciated. They were most useful when she and Pietro were being sent off to college. Though most were directed at her brother so he'd stay out of trouble and keep his legs closed, Wanda got a couple interesting ones of her own.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." That one was something she heard often. Immigrating from Sokovia to America was a huge change. That was a bit easier in high school. The neighborhood they moved in was filled with refugees from their home country. College was much different. Many of the older kids in the neighborhood had told her what American colleges were like. Cheap food, questionable alcoholic creations, and the worst hangovers known to man. Pietro seemed thrilled at the idea, but Wanda didn’t understand it. Sororities sounded like cults and she rarely heard anything about work and studying. However, she realized she’d never live life if she didn’t go with the flow every once in a while.

Then, there was “Never count your chickens.” Certainly one that had more to it, but Wanda’s mother never bothered to learn the rest of the saying. Later, Wanda learned that the proper saying was “Don’t count your chickens before they hatched.” Wanda had big plans for herself and was a very meticulous planner. Though her family thought it was obsessive and would lightly poke fun at her from time to time, it got her very far. Pietro got in on a whim with his track scholarship, but Wanda had more solidified means of getting there. Her grades were amazing, but she needed more. Debate, student government, and a never ending list of internships. Wanda was almost halfway through planning the next four years of her life before her mother pumped the brakes on the whole thing.

Finally, there was her mother’s favorite. “If you must fall in love, do it with your whole heart and nothing else.” Though her mother preached it like it was some common old scripture, it was entirely made up. Also, it was something only Wanda was on the receiving end of. Mainly because Pietro introduced their mother to a new boyfriend and clearly had no issue with using his heart. Wanda’s love life on the other hand was so slow it almost seemed stagnant. It made sense. There was no time for romance when she had her nose buried in a textbook every other day. Her parents never pushed, but were eager to hear anything about a “new friend” or “favorite study partner”. That seemed to be the only one Wanda didn’t use in life. No one piqued her interest. A few short flings here and there, but never a true flame in her heart.

Then one day, that changed.

About two weeks into her freshman year of college, you absolutely ruined her. It was early into the school year so the only friends she had were Pietro and Brunhilde — her roommate who worked just as hard as she did but partied infinitely harder. If anyone asked, Wanda could recite the entire day leading up to the moment she met and the entire night after that. After a rather interesting conversation with her roommate about sororities, fraternities, the absolutely "bonkers" parties they threw, and how to survive them — Brunhilde and Pietro had dragged her to her first real college party.

As she had expected, Pietro abandoned her to chat up the first boy that showed even the vaguest interest in him, but Brunhilde stayed by Wanda's side and introduced her to some friends. First there was Carol, Brunhilde's girlfriend and every bit of a golden retriever as her roommate described her to be. There was Tony and Steve, the most unlikely pair of boyfriends she'd ever laid eyes on. Thor and Bruce, Brunhilde's best friend and her best friend's boyfriend. Yelena and Natasha, sisters who certainly had better things to do but all these friends were there so they were forced into the house. Clint and Kate, Natasha's best friend that brought a bow for some reason and Yelena's best friend who also brought a bow for some reason.

Then, there was you. A beacon of light and breath of fresh air among the chaos that was the backyard of Tony's penthouse. You were at least a little tipsy during the introduction, but Wanda was endeared by your attempts to prove otherwise. The only thing that warmed her heart more than your stumbling words and giddy hellos was the sudden over-protectiveness that jumped out when you had learned she'd never gone to a house party before. Before she knew it, you were chugging water and desperate to sober up just to keep an eye on her. Unfortunately, Tony was a master at getting you sidetracked and had you dining whatever the hell a jello shot was faster you could fill your cup with water. Drunkenness didn't stop your attempts at all. Even with slurred words and half lid eyes, you made an effort to check in on her until Val and Pietro had called it quits for the night.

The next day only added fuel to the fire that was her adoration for you. First thing in the morning, she heard a faint knock at the door. She expected it to be Carol to come swooning over her blackout drunk girlfriend or Pietro to gush about his latest one night stand, but it was you. It was unexpected to say the least. You were almost as drunk as her roommate was last night but still got up bright and early to bake her cookies and chat until your morning classes began. As if an entire batch of cookies wasn't sweet enough, you even offered to drive her to her first class as well.

"You know, I could've taken the bus and been just fine," Wanda said before stuffing her face with the gooey chocolate chip cookies you'd gifted her hours before. Riding in your car was an experience she'd never erase from her memory. The two of you had only really talked for an hour or so, but she could tell it was just so you. The leather seats looked brand new but the photos in the sun visor and the teddy bear on swing hanging from the rear view mirror proved otherwise.

“Oh please, you put up with my drunk rambling, the least I could do was pay you back.” You took a quick break from the road to flash Wanda a smile. Smiles from you went from your bottom lip all the way up to the corners of your eyes. Wanda loved it. She loved the way your fingers tapped against the steering wheel as you waited for a light to turn green. She loved the way you obsessively checked your rear view mirrors when you parallel parked. She even loved your absent minded nods you gave to show you were still listening when you struggled to back up the right way. “Well, this is your stop,” You said with an excited giggle. Not even Wanda’s favorite song couldn’t stand a chance to the sound of your laughter.

Wanda smiled back as she unbuckled her seat belt. “Well, I take the mysterious giggling as a good sign and leave now,” She joked. She got out of the car and swung her backpack over her shoulder. Simply because she wanted to see you blush, she reached back inside and pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. “I hope you have a nice day.” A mission success. The second her fingers grazed the shell of your ear, they burned bright red.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded dumbly. "Uh, yeah. Call me if you need a ride home." Wanda didn't have time to tell you she didn't have your phone number. The second she leaned back from your car, you sped off. Leaving her standing in the middle of the parking lot like an idiot. You were lucky Wanda thought it was cute because anyone else would've easily been ripped to shreds.

Wanda spent the rest of her morning thinking about you. She was thankful for her eidetic memory. It made it easy to think about you. Recounting the freckles of your face and estimating the depths of the dimples on your cheeks had kept her going. The end of the day is somehow so much better.

While on her walk back to her dorm, she noticed that her neighbor had left their door wide open. Being the kind soul that she is, she took a careful peak inside. She did a quick look over and didn't notice any movement. Just before giving up, she knocked on the door a couple times hoping whoever lived there was there and living. To her surprise, you stepped out of one of the bedrooms.

Your brows were furrowed in confusion at first. Then they shot to your hair line in shock. "Oh god, I forgot to lock the door again, didn't I," You grumbled softly. It was a miracle that you didn't see the way Wanda's eyes bored into your soul. With your legs out on display and torso barely covered, anything could've happened to you. "Thank you so much, I was super distracted when I came in." You flashed the sweetest smile and it's almost cute enough for Wanda to feel bad for the impure thoughts she had about you.

Almost. Her eyes shamelessly dragged up your body before she reached your eyes. Just as warm, sweet, and completely oblivious as the first time she'd look into them. "It's really dangerous for someone as cute as you to keep their door wide open this late," She said with a deceptively soft smile. A ludicrous statement, really. The danger was already in your dorm. It was Wanda. The woman you'd innocently given cookies and driven to class mere hours before was suddenly making up a list of all the ways she could ruin you.

You laughed before reaching for the door. "So I've been told, I promise to be extra careful tomorrow if it'll make you happy." You extended your pinkie. "Pinkie promise."

God. You truly didn't have a clue how much power you had over Wanda. Her pinkie wrapped around yours tightly and she grinned. "We have a deal, but I'd prefer you do that every day."

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It took almost no time for Wanda's love for you to fester and mold into something much more dangerous. At first, she assumed it was something shallow. Regardless of what her true feelings may have been, you were definitely easy on the eyes. Projecting her sexual fantasies on you was been easy as pie. Who wouldn't want to see you fully exposed begging for them? But that primal urge to make you hers and hers alone was something no one else would understand. She'd make sure of it. The desire to consume you whole was unbearable. Just barely held back by the bits of your life you'd let her into. The more she knew about you, the worse her obsession became. Whatever was enough yesterday wasn't enough for today and today wouldn't be enough for tomorrow. That's why her bed was pushed against the wall your dorms shared and her notes app filled with tiny details about you and your schedule.

Maybe it was the delusions and daydreaming, but you were made for Wanda. Wanda loved art and you liked to draw. She liked sweets and you loved to cook. Wanda needed to be warm at all times and you loved physical affection. Clinginess was definitely Wanda's favorite trait of yours. You looked to anyone for warmth and cuddles, but you seemed to drift towards her more often .

"What exactly are we watching again," She asked as her fingers raked through your hair. There was no need for her to ask. Wanda had remembered every detail down to the time the two of you started watching. However, she'd never pass up a chance to hear you excitedly talk about anything.

Your back pressed further into Wanda's chest. "I need to watch this series and take notes for graphic design," You said while making a couple of quick doodles on your notebook to help with organization. Video essays and Netflix recommendations had piled high, but you were determined to get through them all that night. "You're just here cause I wanted to hang out without you." Wanda would normally tease you for such a statement. The attachment you had to her was growing everyday and nothing could stop it. Almost magically, she knew how you preferred your hot chocolate, all the shows you watched, and even what classes you had. If Wanda wanted to take care of you, who were you to deny that? "I would really like you to stay, but if you think it's boring you can leave…I think you'd like the episode though."

Wanda was quickly to press a kiss on the top of your head. She can't imagine what she's doing to think she'll ever leave you alone. "No, I'm going to stay." The grip she had on your waist tightened and she pulled you impossibly closer to her. She could feel the way you tensed up on top of her. Wanda feared she was going to run out of words to describe how cute you were. For the sake of your note taking, she kept her teasing words to herself.

As the episode plays through and you slowly check off things on your study list. Two forty minute episodes and an hour long video essay later, you needed a break. That's what Wanda decided anyway. The second your last video ended, she snatched the TV remote from your hand and turned it off. You opened your mouth to protest, but one stern look had suppressed any disagreement.

Wanda carefully moved you from your lap onto the empty space next to her. "I need to pee and then I'll make you tea. You stay here and look cute." She elected to ignore your disapproving huff and headed to your bathroom. Though she really did have to go, she found herself a tiny bit side tracked. As expected, your bathroom was just as pretty and organized as your bedroom. With little plastic bins and drawers lined up everywhere, you made the most of the space you'd been given in your tiny dorm room. Yet, that wasn't what kept her attention the longest.

Laid out on the floor were the cutest pair of underwear she'd ever seen. Patterned with tiny bears and a pretty shade of pink. So pure and innocent, a direct contrast to what she'd use them for. She's stolen a couple things from you before. That tiny notebook filled with random thoughts and strange doodles, your favorite perfume bottle she made sure to replace, and a few other small things like pens and photographs she'd snapped when you weren't looking. This however, was easily the most personal of them. The brief glimpses of what she got when sat across from her or stood up too fast would never satisfy her after that night. After that, the only thing that would keep her desire under control was to make you hers.

That would come much later down the road. After she'd filled your head with the filthiest thoughts and made you completely dependent on her. All she could do now was shove your panties in her back pocket and try her best to keep her hands from roaming too far up your shirt. Even that proved to be difficult. It was always hard not to just force herself on to you. You're just sweet and unassuming, it'd just be so easy to sweet talk you into spreading those perfect little legs of yours, but that's not what she wanted. She wanted to see you desperate and begging for her to claim you. With spread legs and that empty warm look in your eyes you got when you were too relaxed to think.

It was a real shame she didn't know just how close she was to that goal.

As her hands mindlessly roamed up and down your torso, Wanda had managed to work you up quite a bit. Your underwear had begun sticking to your core and uncomfortable amount. It seemed no amount of awkward shifting could get them to move. Awful couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. Wanda was so nice to you and always made sure you were okay, but all you could do in return was sit there and take advantage of her kindness. You were ashamed to admit it wasn't the first time either. Anytime she hugged you tighter than normal and pulled you away from what she seemed "dangerous", you'd swoon and suddenly become bothered. "Hey uh, can we cut it short today? I don't feel too good."

Your question snapped Wanda out of her thoughts. "Oh, yeah, that's fine. Just call me if you need any help." She refused to look down at you. Too embarrassed to see if her hands had gone too far. "I'll be in my dorm, so please don't be afraid to ask, alright?" Normally, you'd enthusiastically smile and send her off, but all she got was a quiet nod and a thumbs up. For a moment, she was worried she'd scared you. Fortunately, she'd caught the flushed look on your face just before walking out the door.

For a moment, you stay folded over the table. Hoping you'd merge into it and never have to face your shame. Unfortunately, that one in a billion chance never came and you were forced to face your demons. There was only one real way for you to do that. You forced yourself up on your shaky legs and dragged them to your bedroom. Shame had burned your face beet red at the mere thought of what you were about to do.

You'd be infinitely more embarrassed if you had known the cause of your frustrations was listening to your sinful deeds on the other side of your bedroom wall.

Wanda tried to respect your privacy, she really did. But that's hard when the walls were just so thin and you made the cutest noises. The heat between her legs quickly became insatiable. She should've been ashamed. Ashamed that her ears ruined the privacy of such an intimate moment. Bashful at the way she pressed your panties against her nose and inhaled your scent. Humiliated by how quickly her fingers worked to push herself over the edge. Yet, none of those emotions were present in that moment. Wanda needed to have you this was the closest she was going to get. Pride be damned.

The shared bedroom wall couldn't bear a greater contrast.

On one side, your clumsy, inexperienced fingers tried their hardest to bring you to an edge. An innocence a college would likely never see again. The other side, nibble, trained fingers that brought Wanda to orgasm more times than she'd ever admit. A dark, unwavering possessiveness that no one could match. One ignorantly waiting to be consumed by the other.

"No, please…"

Every little noise you let out was just fuel to the fire that was her lust, but your begging had uncovered something more. She could see you so clearly through the wall. Pussy slick and puffed up from your desperate attempts to get yourself. A growing wet spot between your legs. That absolutely adorable pout you made at the mere thought of being denied.

She needed to have you.

∞

"I want to be your girlfriend."

If you weren't face to face with pure, unfiltered possessiveness, you would've reminded Wanda the proper way to ask someone out. Teased her for being too up front and forgetting that America was a country less up front than Sokovia. But it was hard to do that when she had you pinned down against the bed and looked like she wanted to eat you alive. If your brain would function for a fraction of a second, you could answer her. You looked like a fish out of water. The dryness in your throat made you feel like one too. “What?” It was the only thing you could force out of your mouth at that moment. Far from what you wanted to say, but you were aroused by the reaction you received.

Wanda pushed further into you, her knee parted your legs. She was desperate at this point. “Please, god, I can’t stand the way she looks at you." Natasha was proving to be quite the pain in her ass. Wanda didn't mind you having friends, but Natasha couldn't seem to find her place. Touching you, flirting with you, kissing you. It was unbearable. "I promise I can treat you so much better, just give me a chance." Her eyes kept flickering down to your lips. Adorable, soft, and just as plump as always. Now they were dirty and Wanda was the only one who could clean them. "Just one, please."

Wanda's thigh is practically flush against your crotch and you're trapped against the bed. The way she talked about you was addictive. As if you were nothing more than property to be owned. Your parents had always taught you that people like that were dangerous. But Wanda wasn't just some person. She made you feel good. "That's…that's good, I'd like that." The words fell out of your mouth without an ounce of grace, but you didn't have much time to be embarrassed before Wanda kissed you.

It was overwhelming. You'd been kissed before. Short, sweet, and experimental. Wanda was different. Her hand pushed against the back of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to her. Any oxygen you managed to get into your lungs was stolen from you only seconds later. It was like she wanted to eat you whole. The kiss made you dizzy. If Wanda wanted to eat you alive, you were dizzy enough to let her do it. The only thing strong enough to remind how unprepared you were for it was the pure terror that ran through your veins when Wanda began unbuttoning your pants. "Wait, wait, wait," You rushed before pushing Wanda back from you. The concerned look on her face almost makes you feel guilty. "I've never.. y'know…" Your words trail off, but Wanda knew exactly what you meant.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, punishment for forcing herself onto you so quickly. She cleared her throat and guided her hands to the sides of your thighs. "Hey, that's okay," She said, voice soft and assuring. "I got a little carried away, that's my fault." Her hands shifted higher to the small of your back and pulled you forward. "Can I be your first then? I promise I'll work for it."

You weren't stupid. Promising your virginity was a crazy idea. There was always the chance you'd be nothing more than some twitched fetish and one of a million girls Wanda would bed. Wanda wasn't like that, you were sure of it. You didn't know it, but she was much worse than that. Foolishly, you nodded your head in agreement. "Okay, just be nice to me when you do please," You laughed dryly, too embarrassed to continue the conversation in detail.

The smile Wanda gave you was easily her most deceitful one yet. Nothing about those adorable bunny teeth or endless pools of green could ever prepare you for the insanity she harbored within. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against yours. "I promise I'll take such good care of you."

Wanda was easily the biggest danger on campus. There was nothing to protect you from but her. So of course, something had to be staged. After weeks of showering you with gifts and affection, her plan went into action.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday you went to work. Between the allowance your parents gave you and the ungodly amount Wanda would spend on you, you had just enough to keep your fridge stocked and your tank full. Of course, you liked to have your own money so you got a little part-time job. Though you looked absolutely adorable in your little uniform, Wanda couldn't have her precious baby working themselves to the bone. Killing two birds with one stone. Gaining your trust and scaring you out of that hellish job.

Pietro, always up for whatever evil schemes his sister had, simply had to stalk you. He had his fun with it. Stomping as he walked. Purposely slipping on rocks. Even hiding in alleyways after kicking something around. You were terrified. Yet, you were too stubborn to ever ask for any help. No matter how much you shook or stuttered, you held your ground. Eventually, his patience wore off and you forced his hand.

After your Friday shift, he chased you. Down the street, through every left turn, and even up the stairs of your dorm section.

You were too scared to pay attention to where you were going. Jamming your key into the first lock you came across. Though your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, You were grateful when the door swung open to reveal your beloved girlfriend. You forced your way through the door immediately and clung onto her for dear life. "Please, close the door! I think someone's following me," You sobbed into her chest.

"Shh, hey it's okay. I'm right here, everything is gonna be fine." Wanda spoke softly as she stroked the back of your neck. She swayed you back and forth until you calmed down enough to speak. It wasn't planned that Pietro would scare you that much, but getting the chance to coddle you wouldn't be passed up by her for any reason at all.

Just as she'd hoped, Brunhilde came stumbling out of her bedroom with a bat in hand. "What the hell's going on out there," She asked harshly. Her demeanor softened immediately.

"They said someone was following them," Wanda said, still holding you close to her chest.

It was rare to see you so shaken up by anything. By no means were you a soldier, but you looked absolutely terrified. She glanced up at Wanda, as if waiting for confirmation of sorts. "I'll go check if they're still outside. You two stay here," Brunhilde instructed before slipping on some shoes and speeding outside. It wasn't likely to be a successful search, but maybe she'd find something. A hat, their keys, something to identify that freak.

The thought of letting Brunhilde run out there by herself somehow scared you more than being hurt yourself. You attempted to push away from Wanda but she pulled you back with ease. "Wanda, I can't just let her walk around there by herself."

In any other situation, she would've been endeared by your determination to protect your friends. Right now, she was just frustrated. "Sweetheart, you're shaking. If you don't want Valk out there by herself, I'll help her look but I need you to calm down." She grabbed your wrist and raised it up so you could stop pushing against her. It's firm, but grounded you in a way. Without any effort at all, Wanda guided you to sit on the couch. "Now tell me what happened."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and scouted impossibly closer to your girlfriend. "They —I don't know who — were following and, and I thought if I ignored them that they'd leave me alone! But today they ran after me and I was so scared and I'm sorry I couldn't think of what else to do!" Before you knew it, you were back to sobbing. The only thing that brought you comfort was Wanda. Her smell, her touch, her voice. She was all you needed at that moment. "I should've changed shifts after the first night, I'm sorry."

Wanda froze. Sure, it was just an elaborate scheme, but there was no reason for you to be thinking like that. "Hey, don't say that," She whispered and cupped your chin. "I'll pick you up from work and then we'll figure it out from there." She kissed your forehead and pulled you into your lap. Wanda already had a plan. She'd pick you up from work a few times and then convince you to drop that shitty job and depend on her. It hurt to see you so upset, but how else could you be taught all you needed was her?

Eventually, Brunhilde came back and you settled down. Wanda insisted you spend the night with her. You were a little embarrassed at first, ashamed to seem weak and codependent. But the way Wanda guided you to the bathroom and helped you get ready for bed was addictive. Being coaxed into the land of dreams with her arms tightly wrapped around you and your head buried into her chest was like heaven. You felt safe.

"I want you to take my virginity."

Wanda's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "Like, right now..?"

"No, I mean if you want to…no, not right now, but when you want to."

You could feel Wanda's eyes boring into your soul. Even in the pitch black darkness you knew exactly how she was looking at you. With those blown out pupils that hid all the jade green in her eyes and them look like endless pools of blood. If you looked close enough, you could even catch the way her breath would become unsteady. She looked like a predator, and you were happy to be her prey.

∞

It had been weeks since you saw that look again and you missed it. You knew Wanda was hiding it from you. Even if you couldn't see her face, you could feel other things. The way her chest rose and fell with such instability. How her hands would grip your waist or venture almost too high. That unmoving bulge in her pants you were sure she was pushing against you on purpose.

For a moment, you considered just throwing yourself at her. Letting Wanda use you anyway she saw fit for as long as she wanted. If that wouldn't work, then you'd beg. Give her those puppy dog eyes she'd never say no to and whine about the ache growing between your legs. Fortunately, someone else pushed Wanda over the edge for you.

You don't know what happened exactly. One moment Natasha and Wanda were having a seemingly normal conversation. Then they just weren't. Silence fell over the entire party and Wanda dragged you out to her car before you could ask any questions. Even on the drive from Tony's house, Wanda stayed dead quiet. The only comfort you received was the possessive hand placed on your upper thigh.

"I had this whole date planned out, but no, your slutty little friend can't keep her hands to herself," Wanda grumbled bitterly as she dragged up to her dorm. "You're mine, I own you, and no one else can fucking have you!" Her grip was gentle despite her irritation. You weren't the problem. Natasha was. That girl had been a thorn in Wanda's side since the day they'd met. Natasha was always in the way. If she weren't your friend, Wanda would've handled her by now. Beaten, stabbed, and dismembered — internally out of the picture, but you cared about her too much.

Wanda swiftly lifted you onto the bed and pulled your ass flush against her hips. "I know I promised we'd be super romantic and I still want to, but I can't wait anymore." Her words sounded desperate and upset, but her eyes revealed true intentions. That look. You missed it so much. "I promise I'll make it up to you, I just need you. Right now."

The way her hands moved over your body was driving you mad. As if you were nothing more than the world's finest porcelain and would break at the slightest jolt. "Yeah, that's okay," You rushed out. Words couldn't describe how good it felt having Wanda's lips on yours. So warm and inviting and absolutely smothering yours. Yet, still somehow gentle. A shiver ran up your body as her hands went lower to unbutton your jeans. Without meaning to, your hips bucked forward. "Oh god, I'm sorry — I didn't mean to!"

A strangled breath made its way through Wanda's nostrils. Controlling herself was near impossible when you made noises like that. "No, no, it's okay. Just do what feels good," She said softly. "This is about what you want, I'm just here to give it to you." Undressing you was easy. She watched you do it yourself every night through cameras you were far too busy to notice. Wanda knew what you liked. How you couldn't get more than one finger inside yourself. The way you tortured yourself with unskilled hands. You could be so cruel to yourself sometimes, but it didn't matter now because she was there to make up for it.

Being naked in front of Wanda was embarrassing enough. It was only made worse by how Wanda had been completely dressed. "Can you take something off, please?" You reached for Wanda's shirt only for your hand to be swatted away.

"I don't need to be naked if I'm taking care of you." Wanda dropped to her knees and spread your legs before you could protest. She couldn't help but moan at the wetness between your legs. Her thumb slowly slid over the wet spot in your under as she littered kisses over your unclaimed thighs. "God, you look so perfect for me." She wanted you, she wanted you and nothing else in the world could make up for it. She wanted to have you collared, bred up, and bitten. That night, she just settled for stretching you out. She teased and praised until you had soaked through your underwear and were desperate for touch. "I think my baby's ready."

Your stomachs fluttered at the sound of her voice. Husky and desperate to have you. "I can take it…I promise." Even with the wetness that soaked Wanda's bed sheets and your thighs, she only gave you one finger. Slow and deep, careful not to break you — but you want to be broken. Your hips rolled forward, but were pinned down this time. A whine escaped your lips. "I thought this was about what I want? You just said I was ready!"

Wanda chuckled darkly at your brattiness. Still smart-mouthed and untrained. "I know what my baby needs, just relax." It felt like an eternity before Wanda graced you with a second of her long fingers. Still just as slow, but closer to what you wanted. They spread apart inside you without warning and Wanda was quick to note your whimpering. "See? It'll hurt if we go too fast. I don't wanna hurt you."

"What if I want it to hurt?"

There it was. That look. Dark, unhinged, and unfiltered. It made your walls clench around your lover's fingers. You hadn't a clue what Wanda was capable of but you wanted to see it so bad.

"Okay, fine." If you wanted rough, she could certainly give it to you. Wanda pulled her fingers out of your cunt and promptly shoved them into your throat. "Go on, suck. Show me the slut you wanna be so bad," She barked out as she began thrusting her soaking digits into your throat. It should've taken a lot more to break her restraint, but she was truly tired of waiting. "Oh, don't cry now. You wanted it rough!"

You gagged and drooled around Wanda's fingers, but you couldn't have been happier. To have Wanda staking her claim over you was a feeling like no other. Even as your lungs burned for oxygen, you focused only on Wanda's approval. You were more than a little disappointed when her fingers left your mouth without any hint of approval. "No, I can do better just- ah!" You flinched when the three of Wanda's spit covered fingers came down harsh against your clit. "Fuck, okay, sorry. I'm sorry."

Three of her fingers slipped into your cunt. All the softness she started with had disappeared and she was fucking you without restraint. "You're making such a mess, do you like it when I claim you? Because I love fucking you like this." Her fingers pushed further into you with every word she spoke. She had you. Your walls fluttered and clenched as she continued to pound into you. "Go ahead, cum. Cum so I can ruin this pussy and make it mine."

You let a near pornographic moan before releasing on to Wanda's hand. You didn't care about the wetness leaking from your cunt and onto Wanda's fingers, nor the fact Brunhilde may have still been in the dorm, not even the risk of being walked in by the RA could've stopped you from wanting Wanda. "More, please just one more. That's all I need…I swear."

Wanda eased her fingers out of you and placed them into her mouth. She made a show licking them clean. Groaning and rolling her eyes back as her tongue lapped up the juices on her fingers and palm. Her eyes made their way down to the sopping mess between your legs. Sensitive, puffy, and just begging to be bred. It wasn't fair, really. She was trying her best to control herself and you just seemed so adamant about destroying that. "I'm gonna put a baby in you."

Normally, you'd freak out. You both were far too young to be parents and even if you weren't — Wanda couldn't put one in you even if she wanted. However, the thought of it alone was enough to get you worked up again. You watched as Wanda got off the bed and dug through her closet. It took you a few moments to realize what she was getting. "Is it big?"

"Bigger than my fingers, that's for sure."

You groaned out in response.

That strap on was the start of a rather addictive problem, but neither of you knew that just yet. What you did know was that being stretched out felt amazing. The heaviness of Wanda's hips pushing the silicone toy deeper and deeper inside of you was heavenly. You knew Wanda was strong, but you never really got to see how much.

Strong enough to lift you up and force you to ride her strap it seemed. You were appreciative of it though. Being wrapped up in her arms and fucked senseless was amazing. The feeling of her muscles tensing and relaxing as they moved you over her dick was enough to send you into climax itself. "Fuck, Wanda!" You could feel your second orgasm coming up again but you weren't ready to end it just yet. Without thinking, you bit down on Wanda's shoulder and dug your fingernails into the side of her forearm.

"Fuck," Wanda moaned out and stopped for a second. Suddenly, the throb between her legs was a bit too much to ignore. "God, you really know how to fuck me up, don't you," She husked out the question and began rutting up into you. Her fingers tangled into your hair and forced you to bite back down on her shoulder. "That feels so good, keep it up."

Your teeth dug into Wanda's skin and enjoyed its salty taste. You fought hard to keep your orgasm at bay. Convinced yourself that if you held off, there'd be some reward for lasting so long. Unfortunately, Wanda had other plans in mind.

"I can't wait anymore sweetheart, I need my babies in you." She whispered so softly, you almost missed it. You didn't even have time to question what she meant before something sticky began coating your walls. The feeling alone was enough to send you flying into your orgasm. "God, look at you. Your tummy is getting so full," She whispered and pushed against the bulge forming in your lower abdomen. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when you bit into neck to keep yourself grounded.

Your hands clawed at Wanda's back and didn't stop until you came down from your high. All you could do was slouch against your girlfriend and hope she hasn't gone as limp as you did. For a moment, you stayed silent. Incapable of thought and entirely unsure of what to say. "Can I…can we stay like this? I like being full," You confessed with a voice you barely had. The confession made you bashful, but you were desperate to keep Wanda inside you.

Wanda gently rubbed your back. "We can stay here as long as you need." She slowly laid back, careful to move the strap only when she needed to. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips feeling the weight of your body on top of her. Her neck and back burned and would probably burn into the next day, but none of that mattered to her. She had you and that's all she ever needed. Natasha couldn't take you away from her and you'd never leave her. You'd be hers forever.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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