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maximotts · 3 months

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firm hand, gentle touch ⁘ w. maximoff

based off of an ask from @leolionsblog that was supposed to be a short response, but turned into a full fic.. Also, I know it's been a little bit since I've written for Wanda and Doll, but quick reminder that it's a dark AU so pls heed warnings and expect the morally gray 🩶 warnings are clearly labeled, please don't add community filters

Doll House! AU. masterlist || main masterlist :: Thinking is a dangerous game; thinking you know better than Wanda... that's asking for pure trouble wc. 2.2k . cw: 18+ only, minors DNI. mommy!Wanda and doll!reader. imposed routines. piss play (coerced bedwetting). dumbification. general teasing. subtle manipulation. series typical pet names and squishy times. Wanda who is trying her best to be gentle and patient and not use her powers to control you as much as she had.

Imagine it's early on in Wanda's little hex; Doll's so rarely allowed to go anywhere without Wanda and most often, she doesn't have the desire to anyways. Still new to the privilege of talking, you don’t find it much of a problem -Wanda always knows what you need- until you want something Wanda doesn't want to acknowledge.

Wanda loves holding you at all times, whether it's your hand while on an afternoon walk or pulling you close as you fall asleep, once she lets that boundary down there’s hardly a moment you have to reach out too far to her. And bedtime is a new exception.

In the beginning, the brunette was firm with putting to your bed on your own, staying long enough to tuck you in before retiring to her separate room for the night. She’d reasoned to herself it was good to have time apart, to prove to herself both that she could trust you to stay put and her to establish a routine. Night after night of dragging you back up the hall to your room and dealing with your sleepy cries had worn her down— now you slept in either of your bedrooms, together.

Your shared days now ended with an abundance of gentle intimacy, a new routine created to account for the unexpected closeness. Despite the gray circumstances bringing you together, a secret, less confident piece of Wanda expected you to resent her and keep distance whenever you could the more free will she gave, but you continued to surprise her.

Unbeknown to you, he genuine devotion only seemed stoked her need to control.

Standard practice meant Wanda always asked if you had to use the bathroom after your evening bath, but tonight you'd refused, impatient to get into bed and snuggle with your mommy. There was gentle suggestion that you at least try, but when you looked seconds from stomping your foot, Wanda relented, not wanting to fight over something so simple.

Now though, you paid the price, squirming as as you struggled to find the most comfortable position, something that typically wasn’t so hard when Wanda was stroking your skin and telling you a story. Typically perfectly intuitive, you assumed she’d stop speaking and lead you to the bathroom, having expecting some gentle admonishment while she sat you tired form on the toilet, but Wanda ignored all your hints at discomfort.

Eventually the pressure was too much and guessed your punishment must be the confusion of being left to your own devices. Alas you guessed wrong and the moment you twisted to sit up, Wanda held you back.

"Lay still and close your eyes, dolly. It's time for bed." Playing dumb was cruel when Wanda so clearly knew what was wrong, skirting a hand under your sleep shirt before pressing lightly on your sensitive belly. Wanda liked to call them your wigglies, called them so whenever they cropped up, quickly inquiring which problem possessed you; a telltale sign she needed to check in. Tonight, she remained willfully ignorant.

You whined into her neck, hips rolling into her thigh as you shuffled clumsily atop her, hoping if you burrowed deeper she wouldn't be able to make it worse. It proved to be a false hope once that same devious thigh bent between yours. "Wanna get up.."

“Why’s that? Does your tummy hurt?” The shy nod was as far as you were willing to confirm, lifting your hips to keep away from her teasing. You were still sparing with your words, much more used to actions or motions to communicate, but as soon as Wanda started letting you speak she expected proper response when disciplining you. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

Resting on your knees gave Wanda just enough space to splay her hand over your stomach as she did when it ached, but for your current plight the warmth of her palm atop your bladder felt too taunting. “Can I go pee, mommy? I’ll be quick!”

A speedy return was far from Wanda’s concerns; watching your struggle set off a new lightbulb within and exhausted as she was, she deferred to her curiosity.

Wanda’s subsequent too tight squeeze left you clamping your legs about her waist, focusing on holding that heavy, full feeling inside. If she’d stopped there you’d surely run as fast as your legs would let you, would surely think twice before stubbornly rejecting Wanda’s suggestions, but the basic behavior of minding her in the future wasn’t sating her interest. "You told me twice you didn't need to go; either you lied or you didn't know any better.”

You so rarely second guessed her, a quick scan of your thoughts earlier confirmed you only did so tonight in the name of skipping to another nightly cuddle… Poor thing, you really did always mean well, but sadistically, she longed to impose more memorable consequences. “From now on you're going to listen to me, aren't you?"

The resulting agreement was expected, your deference was almost always automatic particularly in quest to get what you wanted faster. Wanda would give it just, not how you imagined. "Go ahead then, sweetheart, you don’t have to get up. Let go and we can go to sleep."

Almost.

"But that's messy…" Surely she was joking; the messes you left on the floor or at the dinner table were the primary reasons you found yourself in trouble. Brain already stretched dozens of ways, you could only imagine she was waiting for you to slip up. There was the occasional time where your mommy would give you the opportunity to prove yourself, one choice she’d guided you towards once or twice and one obvious misstep you still sometimes mindlessly fell for.

Worriedly pouting lips betrayed your conflict, trapped body twisting more sloppily as the seconds ticked on. Admittedly, she acted a bit out of character in accessing how much progress she’d made with her new toy. Slowly the witch had been relinquishing her hold on your will, hoping it’d been long enough you’d bend to hers without struggle. At the very least, tonight was now an exercise in how far you’d come.

New freedoms aside, she didn’t want you to think, certainly not hard enough to debate her commands. “Did I ask you about the mess?”

Silence wasn’t enough, Wanda’s free hand tugging the ponytail she’d lovingly tied in your hair just over an hour ago. The swirling red tendrils forming in her irises signaled she meant business; whether Wanda’s eyes changed on purpose or not was a question you had yet to ask aloud, but you knew well enough she’d reached the end of her patience. “Speak up when I ask you a question.”

Combined physical and mental pressure was too intense to bear, pitiful whimpers catching in your throat. “N-no, you didn’t…”

“Then don’t worry your silly head.” Her fingers were so soft on your cheek, petting your rapidly heating cheeks and saying nothing of the tiny spot of wet that spilled atop her thigh as you faded into her— before you caught yourself. Either the missteps weren’t obvious enough or Wanda hadn’t done proper work on your hesitation. Wanda laughed at your panic, holding your jaw until you finally understood you needed to stop fighting her.

“I don’t have to go anymore,” The whisper was such a blatant lie, one Wanda nearly slapped you across the face for… but she’d resolved early on to never scare you so terribly again. Gentle things often did best with equally gentle punishments.

Your mommy took in the pathetic sight of her doll, stuck swimming in her struggling thoughts, and oh she felt bad. It’d be nothing to whisk thoughts thoughts away, to leave you again as nothing but a dumb thing without a care for any perceived standards. She feared you’d never learn if you didn’t do so for yourself and so, agitated as you were, Wanda decided to let you drown if you insisted on it.

“No? Such a fuss for only having to go a tiny bit,” she chided, loosening her grip despite your continued clinging. Guiding your lower half down alongside her leg, Wanda’s demeanor turned around, once brutal and probing now lighter than a feather and you felt as though you were suffering from severe whiplash.

It was obvious she didn’t believe you -you didn’t even convince yourself, legs still clenched desperately about Wanda- but she played pretend, shutting off the lone bedside lamp and shifting so you both laid down. “If you’re really all done then it’s past your bedtime. Shut your eyes and rest.”

And that was all she said. No goodnights or further affection, just lights out and quiet. You’d be a fool to think Wanda would let you slip away to the bathroom now, her only given solution hanging pendulous above your too fuzzy head. The longer you lay there, the more confusing refusing it seemed.

You didn’t know what tiny voice in your brain convinced you to suffer and think, but as the minutes ticked by in the dark, you grew to hate that sound. Whatever it was wasn’t your mommy, the only person you ever wanted to please. Listening to it only got you an awful tummy ache and distance between you and her, having spoiled your cozy moments with Wanda.

Letting Wanda decide was easier, much less work than the headaches resulting from making any right choice. Mind made up, your abdomen was the only thing nagging you now, but you were still bashful. “Mama?”

“What is it, little one?”

Her voice was the calm to your inner storm, tone sweet and oh so loving. “…maybe I have to pee more…”

“Be a good girl and do as mommy said.” A simple kiss sealed your fate, relinquishing the last bits of hesitancy in favor of your mommy’s soft lips on your forehead.

Gratefully she allows you to burrow into the crook of her neck, still a little too embarrassed to face Wanda as you relaxed, freeing your pent-up belly with a slow stream, spreading warmth growing on her hip. She praises you through it, comforting hands stroking the small of your back, distracting your overexerted brain from your damp underwear.

“There you go, now doesn’t that feel better?”

A subtle excitement lingered between your thighs, one you’d ask to explore another time when you had the energy. “It feels icky..”

Wanda cooed at your exhausted observation, patting your backside in an effort to keep you calm and quiet. “I meant for your poor tummy, but I’ll fix that too.”

Her favorite parts were always the consequence and the aftermath, savoring what an honor it was to take care of you long after you’d be able to care for yourself. That was her job, after all, tending to your needs and protecting you, even if sometimes it was from yourself. “I’ll clean you up in a bit, I promise.”

Your hazy gaze searched the brunette’s face with unfiltered confusion, desperate to be back under Wanda’s tender care. It was true; she always left every aspect seamless, never asked you to think about anything— so why were you? No more questioning her, you promised yourself for a final time, right then and there. “Are you mad at me, mommy? Did I mess up badly?”

“Oh, no no,” she soothed, rubbing your bare shoulders before tightening the plush comforter around them. “You did such a good job, sweet pea! I’m so proud of you.”

“Even though I lied?” Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Wanda unbuttoning her silk shirt and you wiggled down on instinct, ready to round out your bedtime routine. Preening under her affections was second nature, obedient and kept a state you were more than willing to accept.

“Yes, even then, but don’t do it again.” Wanda rewarded your eventual good behavior by guiding you down until wet lips captured her pert nipple. She knew her smart girl would come around sooner rather than later and as she studied your now fully unwound form, not a singular worry pecking at your cute head, the older woman basked in the genuine pride she held for her work. “I only want the best for you, my love. You’ve got the big job of telling me the truth so I can look after you properly, I know you can do that for me, can’t you?”

There was a muffled mhm from somewhere, much more preoccupied with the overwhelming comfort you basked in. You didn’t struggle to ignore anything now, head feeling lighter each second you melted further into your mommy, heavy lids fluttering closed under the gentle brush of stray hairs tucked behind your ear, her oh so soft hum of a melody that’s quickly become your favorite song…

Some time in the night you stirred, still heavily draped over Wanda’s sleeping form, and where you expected to feel sticky and uncomfortable, a shift of your thighs confirmed you were back to normal. You wore the same pajamas, woken in the exact position you’d dozed off in, and yet… it was as if nothing happened. Wanda’s lax cuddle wound around your midsection tighter, nurturing squeeze prompting your head to lay back onto her chest. “I told you mama will always take care of you, dolly. Now go back to sleep.”

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marvelfanfics1 · 9 months

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I saw that you don't have anything by wandanat :(

So here's my request : can you do a scenario where the reader just love her mommies boobies and she always grab her boobies and lays on it

I love boobies sooo 😻

Love Language

Pairing: Mommy!WandaNat x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, boobs, fluff

Warnings: I've been dying to write for my favorite redheads and I'm sorry if it's too short 😭

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Your mommies adore how affectionate and loving you are, always giving them kisses or hugs randomly throughout the day to make sure they know how much you love them.

After a while Natasha and Wanda noticed how you would sometimes grab one of their boobs, squeezing them or caressing them with your finger like you were drawing something.

Neither of them mind it at all, they think it's adorable because it also seems you don't realize you're doing it, it mostly happens when you're cuddling with them and are focused on the TV or your tablet.

Just like now, you were cuddling with Wanda and sucking on your paci while Natasha was in the kitchen on the phone talking and probably cursing in russian.

After a while your hand crept up your mommy's shirt to get hold of her boob, your gaze still fixated on the cartoon that Wanda had put on for you.

"You all comfortable, baby?" She asked and you nodded, snuggling even closer to her and sighing contently when she started to scratch your back with her nails, the sensation giving you goosebumps.

Natasha walked in and smiled at the sight of her favorite girls all cuddled up together. She also noticed you were again kind of drawing shapes on Wanda's chest.

She didn't address it and just flopped on the couch on Wanda's other side. The second your Mama laid down you leaned over to give her a paci kiss.

"Wove you mommies." you smiled brightly and went to lay between your mommies with your head now resting on Natasha's chest.

"We love you more, little dove," Natasha said and placed her arm over you both to hold you close.

Later in the middle of the night, your mommies were letting you sleep in their bed after you had a nightmare and were too afraid to sleep alone.

Natasha was scrolling on her phone when she felt you moving beside her, turning on your side so you were facing her and still asleep.

As you got settled again she continued to scroll until she felt your hand grabbing at her shirt, whining a little.

"Shh, Mommies are here." She whispered but you didn't stop, she got an idea and carefully took off her shirt to not wake you or Wanda up by all the movements.

She tossed the shirt away and got comfortable again, pulling you a little closer.

In a matter of seconds your hand was on her boob and the whining died down to quiet snores, making Natasha chuckle at how fast you can be calmed down just by her or Wanda's boobs.

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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G!p Mommy Wanda pleaseeee

Here To Help

Pairings: g!p Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1933

Had to skip a few requests to get to this one as I’ve been wanting to write this for days now, so, I apologize!!

Warnings: mommy kink, little reader, somnophillia, fingering, jerking off, hand jobs, innocence kink, mentions of slapping

Summary: Wanda couldn’t help herself seeing your helpless form all ready for her.

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

The moment you mentioned to your girlfriend that you’ve never been camping, she made it her mission to fix that. She planned out everything, where you’d go, the food situation, renting a lodge, anything you could ever want in a trip. She didn’t tell you, she waited till the last minute to inform you that you’d be taking a little trip with her. The day before, you wondered where all your stuff had gone. But Wanda secretly stuffed it into your bag and put it in the trunk of her car. When you woke up to being carried over Wanda’s shoulder in the middle of the night, you were confused but didn’t say anything.

After a few hours of a drive, you both arrived at your destination and Wanda took a moment to admire your peaceful state before waking you up. You were almost immediately greeted by the harsh sun and a wooden cabin, turning to look at your girlfriend, you gave her an odd look that she chuckled at before bringing you inside.

“Mommy, where are we?” Came your small, fragile voice. Wanda’s heart melted hearing the pure innocence in your tone, she could listen to you speak for hours.

“Well, I know you’ve never been camping, so, I thought, why not take my favorite girl out on a trip? Just me, you, and the wilderness.” You leaned back to look at her, a smile growing on your face.

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m so excited! Oh, can we go fishing? Or catch frogs? Did you bring our board games? We could play those and-” You continued your rambling as Wanda chuckled and set you down, you looked over the cabin and ran around each room at least five times.

“So, what do you think?”

“I love it, mommy! It’s perfect!” Your body plopped down on the couch in the living room, feeling the cozy blankets fall on top of you. Wanda took a quick look around the place, making sure everything was alright for her little one. She promised to make this the best trip of your life, she wasn’t going to break that.

“Well, I think the first step in this place is to cook something. I know you don’t like the whole hunting aspect so, I bought us some fruits and pre-cooked food to make. And, I may or may not have snuck in a little dessert that we could make if you’re good.” She trailed on, watching the happiness in your expression.

“Yay! Thank you, mommy, this is already the best trip ever!” She walked you both over to the kitchen, well, she followed behind you as you ran to the room.

“Slow down there speedy, don’t need you tripping over yourself.” You mumbled out a small apology and grabbed the food from the bag, which she soon set you aside to do herself.

The rest of the night was spent with laughter, treats, and your adorable rambles about nature. Wanda wouldn’t trade it for the world. And now, she was helping you get ready for bed. She brushed your teeth, did your skincare, and dressed you up in your cute pajamas. You wore a tank top looking shirt with little bears on it, your shorts matching. She bought them specifically for this day.

“Alright my little bear, time to get you to sleep.” She handed you your stuffed animal and laid beside you, puffing up the pillows behind her. You whined lowly and looked at her with pleading eyes, ones you knew she could never resist.

“Please mommy! I don’t want to go to bed, I want to play.” Your pout was adorable, it had to be Wanda’s favorite thing about you. But she had to deny, she couldn’t have her little one all sleepy during the trip.

“Sweetheart, if you want to play, you need to sleep. I promise, tomorrow will be so much fun! I’ll even teach you how to fish, but only if you’re good and go to sleep.” She bargained, making it impossible for you to say no to her.

“Fine, but only because I want to catch fishies!” You giggled, cuddling your build a bear closer.

“Alright baby, lets go nighty night. I’ll wake you up extra early just so we can watch that beautiful sunrise.”

“Goodnight mommy, I love you.” Your body leaned into hers and your head landed on her chest, using her boobs as a pillow.

“I love you more, my sweet little angel.” And with that, you both fell into a peaceful sleep. Well, for her at least. You were in dream world, a very interesting dream you could say.

“Mommy! Feels so good!” You whimpered out as she pounded into you mercilessly, not letting you mutter out a sentence without moaning in between each word.

“Yeah? You like my dick filling up this tiny little cunt? Oh I bet you do, I bet you fucking love it. You know why?” She panted, trying her best to keep up the hard and fast pace. Her hand landed across your ass, creating a loud cracking sound that mixed in with your thighs slapping together.

“I asked you a question, baby, I expect an answer.”

“W-why mommy?” She chuckled darkly and leaned towards your ear, taking the lobe in her mouth before speaking.

“Because you’re my dirty little whore, you just love to be used by mommy, don’t you? You love being her sex doll? Her pet?” You nodded desperately, already feeling your orgasm approaching for the third time this night.

“Yes mommy! I love it! Love being your toy, your cockslut.” She could feel you clenching around her, the desire to breed you plaguing her mind.

“I can tell you need to cum, fucking do it. Cum with me baby, let me fill this hole till you’re dripping.” She grunted, pre-cum already dripping into you.

Wanda was awoken by soft movements near her thigh, when she looked down, she was greeted with the sight of ler little one humping her leg. Your soft moans filled her ears as she watched in amazement for a moment. Her arms trailed down to your body, twisting your nipples ever so gently through the fabric of your shirt. Her other hand curiously made its way down to your soaked shorts, your arousal making a dark wet spot on the thin clothing.

“Oh Y/N, so needy for mommy even in your sleep. It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.” She didn’t care if you couldn’t hear her, she still treated you like her baby. Her dick grew hard just at the thought of your dreams, she knew she shouldn’t, but she needed to see what you were thinking about.

Her small gasp echoed throughout the room, she couldn’t believe your innocent self would be dreaming about that. She always showed you care in the bedroom, she never thought that you might actually like being tossed around a bit.

“Oh my, you’re getting mommy all hard from that little brain of yours. And you’ve made such a mess! You’ve practically ruined your shorts, the ones mommy picked out just for you.” She fauxed concern and made her way down the bed, spreading your legs just enough to pull down your undergarments.

“Shit, you’re even wetter than I thought. You really are a slut, aren’t you? My little slut.” Her tongue made it’s way to your dripping folds, moaning as the taste of your sopping cunt. She needed more of you, she needed to feel you clench around her mouth as she licked up all of your juices. She dove back in, making sure to lick every inch of you.

“Fuck baby, you taste amazing! Wish I could eat you out every second.” Your body moved slightly, your eyes starting to flutter open.

“Mommy?” Came your small, groggy voice, clearly still being tired as you slipped in and out of sleep.

“Shh, my love, it’s all just a dream. Go back to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You gave a short nod and did as she said, falling back asleep with little to no effort. She laughed quietly and removed her own clothing, stroking her hard dick. Her palm went under your shirt, playing with your nipples teasingly. She pinched the swollen buds, picturing it was her mouth on them instead. She lifted the article of clothing just above your tits, moving to take one in her mouth just like she wanted. Her hand continued her motions on her throbbing length, feeling the coil in her stomach tightening.

“Mm, wanna cum all over this cute body. So dumb, such a dumb baby, can’t even register mommy fucking you. I bet if I slapped this precious face, you’d wake up, I know you’d want that.” She muttered, not talking to anyone in particular but fueling her needs. When she heard you whine in your sleep, it only brought her closer.

“Yeah, that’s it, moan for me, you bitch. I know you want this, you love the thought of me whoring you out, making you my precious toy.” Her hands sped up, her mouth moving from your puffy nipple to the neglected one, sucking as if milk would come out. Cum spurted out of her length as it twitched so deliciously in her palm, coating your pussy. Her hips stilled, her eyes screwing shut.

When she looked down, she admired your dripping pussy covered in her release. She used her digits to slowly finger the cum inside of you, your hips jerking up in your sleep.

“M-mommy? What are you doing?” She didn’t take her eyes off of your cunt, being too engrossed in your body.

“Shh, you were just having a wet dream, I had to take care of you. You understand, right? Just had to make my baby feel better.”

“But, it’s all tingly down there. It feels weird, mommy. I-It feels weird in a good way.” She smiled down at you and moved to sit next to you, giving a little pat to your stuffie that you picked back up. You looked down and saw your shirt had ridden up, you quickly and embarrassingly pulled it back down.

“Oh that’s alright sweetheart, I’m here to take care of you. I can’t leave my baby all tingly without any help, now can I? Now, sit back and let me lead the way, just do whatever mommy asks of you.” You nodded and spread your legs slightly, shyly moving your hand to her cock.

“Can I play with you too, mommy?” She could’ve came on the spot hearing your sweet and soft voice, the words you muttered with it making it even harder not to destroy you right then and there.

“Of course you can, baby. Remember that time I taught you how to please mommy? Do exactly that while I play with your little cunt, just sit there all pretty and let me touch you.” You did exactly what she asked, smiling when you heard her moan.

“Like that?”

“Yes! Just like that, you’re doing amazing, my love. Now let me finger this sweet little thing, I know you want it. Or did you want me to fuck you with my dick like in your dream? You want me to destroy you for anyone else?” Your eyes widened hearing the last sentence, how did she know?

“Don’t give me that look. When I woke up to you humping my thigh, I just had to help. What kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t help my angel?”

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tahliafox · 1 year

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How sweet.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: Wanda doesn’t like it when you give her attitude.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Mommy!wanda, orgasm denial, SMUT, slightly innocent!reader, squirting.

Words: 1676

A pale, thin, freshly manicured hand caressed its way over your shoulder to your neck and a feathery kiss was placed on the top of your head. “What was your order, sweetheart?” The honeyed voice made your cheeks glow a pretty red, and you took her hand off your neck and held it in your own.

“Please could you get me some water.” You replied in a hushed tone, careful not to drown out the soft jazz in the background. Wanda faintly smiled and nodded, giving your hand a squeeze then she reached over you to take the condensated glass off the table. A thin water ring, that reflected the deep red light of the speakeasy, was left as she walked away with a sway to her hips.

It had stopped raining a few minutes ago, thankfully as this was your last drink, however there were still little droplets cascading down the foggy windows, so you leant back against violet, velvet backrest of the wooden-framed chair and gazed out of the window, counting them as you waited for your girlfriend to finish talking to the waitress.

A generous tip was given to the young worker and Wanda smoothed out her shirt, adjusting the collar and first few undone buttons to display the gold laying on her cleavage before untucking one side of it out of her thin slacks and then sat down in front of you.

Wanda had dressed you up like a doll today, spoiling you with some black-lace, gucci tights and some new stiletto heels. She always loved you in skirts, so a tiny black, form-fitting miniskirt was put on as well as a pretty red bralette and a jumper that had rips and holes in so the classy lingerie was visible from closeup.

“I missed you in New York, my love.” She murmured with a straw in between her scarlet red lips.

“I wanted to come with you, you were the one who said no.” You retorted with a faint attitude. Wanda raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, testing you. “Don't blame me for your decisions.” Her lips curled into a smirk and she lent forwards, putting her scotch down and getting close to your ear.

“Unless you want your ass to be the same colour as my lipstick, I suggest you watch your tone, little girl.” Her voice was smokey and you could smell the alcohol on her tongue as she eyed the leather belt around her hips. You smirked and leaned back into your chair, crossing your arms in front of you.

“You’re going to kiss my ass? How sweet.” You knew that was a mistake as it came out your mouth but it was too late now. Wanda glared at you for a few seconds in disbelief, then reached into her pocket to grab a few bills and placed them under the scotch. She stood up abruptly and walked over to the valet, waiting by the door and muttered something in his ear. He nodded his head and said something back, but she shook her head and took the keys out of his hand. Wanda turned to you and beckoned you over with two fingers. You obayed, not wanting to make this any worse and walked slowly to her side.

Her slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and her sharp nails dug marks, causing you to buckle your knees slightly and wince. A cold gust of air hit your legs as she shoved the door open, pulling you along with her outside towards the car. Wanda walked at a fast pace without muttering a word and your heels clacked along the cobblestone path as you were dragged behind her.

“M’sorry. I didn't mean it, I thought you were playing around.” You whined in a needy voice. Wanda ignored you and unlocked the car with the keys. Despite her attitude, she opened the passenger door for you then walked around to the driver's seat. You got in with no hesitation and did your seatbelt up. Wanda got in the driver's side and started the car.

She pulled the McLaren out of the parking area and accelerated to the freeway in silence.

“Mommy?” You murmured quietly. Wanda started biting at her lower lip and her hand went to your upper thigh. “I'm really sorry.”

“I know.” She quipped and gave your thigh a quick, yet firm squeeze. You crossed your legs instinctively and took her hand off your thigh to hold it instead. She turned to look at your innocent, sweet face and sped up the car. “Mommy just needs to think about what you said. That wasn’t very nice, was it? You hurt my feelings, doll. I just wanted to tell you how much I missed your little kisses but you decided to be a spoiled brat. How do you think that made me feel?”

Your stomach clenched and your eyes started to water with guilt. Her words quickly made your mind go fuzzy and blurry. “M’sorry, mommy. I really am. I missed you too.” You sniffled and brought her hand to your mouth and started pressing soft kisses to it.

“It’s too late now, baby. You’ve already hurt my feelings.” She pulled her hand away to put it back on the steering wheel so she could pull into the gated house. The guard nodded at the car and when you got to the entrance, the front door was already open. Wanda got out of the car and walked towards the house without you, so you scurried towards her, slamming the door of the fancy car in the process.

“I want everyone out of the house now, please. All of you can go home and have an early night, charges are on me.” She spoke in a clipped tone to the doorman. You went and stood pliantly by her side, hiding behind her slightly. The man nodded and did something on his phone.

After a few moments of waiting outside, many houseworkers and maids came rushing out. Wanda nodded at them all and pushed you to stand in front of her. Her chin rested on top of your head and her hands gripped at your shoulders, keeping you in place. Nobody dared to look at you.

“Why did everyone leave?” You whispered once they had left and the gates had closed. Wanda guided you into the house, kicking the door closed with her foot.

“You made mommy upset. I don't want to see anyone anymore.” She walked towards the bedroom, you followed on her tail.

“I’m really sorry, mommy. I didn’t mean it, I swear. Let me make it better. Pretty please?” You cried, tears flowing down your face now. Wanda contemplated it, fakely, before nodding.

“Strip.” She ordered. You did immediately and took all of your clothes off, including your underwear as she took off her own clothes. “Good girl. See, baby, I knew you could be a sweet thing for mommy. Why do you have to give me attitude sometimes? Sweet little girls like you shouldn’t talk back.”

You nodded and dropped your gaze to the floor. Wanda came and held your face in her hands, kissing your lips getly a few times before sloppily shoving her tongue in your mouth, forcing it open. She kissed you like that for a good few seconds, until you put your hands on her waist and she pulled back.

“Get on the bed, and spread your legs for me.” Wanda ordered. You did exactly that and she came to rest in between them. You whined when she started mouthing at your neck, sucking in a very noticeable hickey under your jawline.

“Please, mommy.” You furrowed your brows and arched your head back.

“You’re not one to be making demands, sweetheart.” She shook her head and pecked your lips. “Just lay there and look pretty whilst mommy uses you, my good girl. Such a sweet, submissive little thing.”

You whined and reached for her head, but instead she took both your hands in hers, intertwining them gently.

“Just hold mommy's hands, ok? I'm right here.”

Her head dropped and her mouth was suddenly on your clit, sucking hard. You arched your back and moaned loudly, gripping her hands. Her thumbs rubbed circles to sooth you as she ate you out.

“Mommy! Feels so good.” Her tongue lapped around your cunt, collecting all your arousal and further lubing you up before she went to lick back at your clit.

Your orgasm approached embarrassingly fast. “Gonna cum, mommy. Please, please, please.” You begged incoherently. Wanda pulled her face away from your cunt and you whimpered in frustration. Her lipstick was worn off and her mouth was covered in your slick.

“No, you're not. You're not allowed to cum, sweet girl. Not after you made mommy upset.” She pouted and licked her lips. “Just be still and let mommy taste you. Aren’t you gonna let me feel better?”

“Sorry. I'm not going to cum, mommy. Gonna hold it in ‘cause I'm a good girl.” You whined with a nod of your head.

“That's right, princess. My good girl.”

Wanda edged you like that a few more times, until you were sobbing for mercy with drool running down your face. Her tongue finally did not stop when you warned her for the fifth time, and the coil in your stomach snapped like an elastic band.

“Mommy!” You screamed and squirted all over Wanda's lower face. She moved her head up so it would soak her tits instead. Your body convulsed and you sobbed hard, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

“Breath, sweetheart. Mommy is so proud of you for letting me use you like that. You did so good, baby. There we are.” She sat against the headboard next to you and pulled you onto her lap, cradling you whilst stroking your hair.

Your mouth was guided to her boob, and you started sucking at it softly. “There we go, just lay like that, my girl. I'm so proud of you. You did so well.”

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aalyssah · 9 months

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For The Kill

Pairing: Hitwoman! Wanda Maximoff x Hitwoman!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Choking, Degradation, Fingering, G!P Wanda, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Mommy Kink, Names, (Baby, Good Girl, & Slut), Praise, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,530

Summary: You and Wanda are both Hitwoman from different companies, but what happens when you both are assigned to take out the same man, who will get the kill?

A/N: Hitman Au? I don't know why, but I thought about this and thought it would be cute. Hope You Enjoy!

You stood on the top of the building, before kicking some vents. You took a deep breath and crawled through, scurrying your way through the small tunnel.

As you looked down, you could see people in rooms and hear conversations, but that wasn't what you were here for. You were here to kill a guy named Tony Stark. He's the leader of the Avengers and it turns out he's been using the Avengers for money and to profit off of their hard work.

Not only that, but he's been messing with your boss, Mandarin, so it's your job to take care of him. You finally made it to the room and with 3 careful kicks you jumped down, landing on a chair.

You took a moment to catch your breath and began searching through his desk, opening the drawers, and going through his folders. "Ugh, there’s nothing here!" You tried to search through more stuff, but the sound of moving in the ceilings made you freeze.

You quickly hurried under the desk, waiting for who was to come and to your surprise, a girl dressed in red dropped to the floor. She brushed herself off and looked around, pulling stuff out like you, but as she made her way to the desk she froze.

She could sense you.

She pulled her gun from her holster. "Show yourself or I'm gonna shoot you." You stayed where you were, debating if you should leave from under the desk. "I know you're under the desk, I can hear your thoughts. Come out."

You got your gun ready and crawled from the desk, getting to your feet, and aiming the gun at her. "Ahh, there you are." You looked at her confused. "Who are you, and why are you here?" Wanda looked at you somewhat surprised.

"Who are you?" You rolled your eyes at her question. "I asked first, answer." You cocked your gun at her, making her chuckle. "Alright, I'm here to kill Tony Stark, now who are you?"

Your eyes grew ode at her statement. "I am too. Who sent you here?" Wanda thought for a moment, should she tell you? Oh sure. If you try to leave, she'll just shoot you and dump your body with Tony's.

"Justin Hammer. Ever heard of him?" You slowly nodded your head. "Yeah. I work for Mandarin." You both stayed silent, looking at each other. "You can't kill him, I have to do my job!" You argued first.

"Me too honey. How about we both put away the weapons and talk like adults." You gave her a short nod. "On 3. 1, 2, 3." You both returned your guns to your normal spot. "Good girl, I knew you could listen."

For some reason when Wanda praised you, you blushed. "So, if we both are hitwomans, and we want to kill Tony, how do we do this?" You and Wanda stood there for a moment to think about it. "I have an idea."

Wanda walked towards you, circling around your body, her red heels clicking against the floor. "You're so pretty." Her hand played with your hair and trailed up your body.

"Since we both wanna kill Tony, we should have a competition. Whoever cum's first loses and the winner gets to kill Tony." Just as she finished her sentence her hand was wrapped around your throat, forcing you to look at her.

You struggled to open your mouth from the shock at her words. "W-what?" Wanda smiled at your expression. "We have sex, right here, right now, and whoever cum's is the loser and has to go back and tell their boss they failed their mission." You bit your lip at her teasing tone.

Was she trying to imply you're gonna lose? If there's one thing about you it's that you never give up on challenges. "Okay, let's do it." You took your clothes off and watched as she slowly took hers, almost teasing you.

It was until she pulled her pants off that you could see the huge imprint of a cock. "You have a strap on?" Wanda shook her head, smiling evilly. "Oh no malysh, this is my cock." (baby) She pulled her underwear down to reveal her big cock, hanging low between her legs.

You gulped as she made you both go to the big chair you fell on earlier. "God, you look so pretty." You blushed at her compliment, a small moan passing your lips when her fingers played with your folds.

Her finger testingly pushed in you, you and Wanda both moaning as her finger disappeared in your cunt before pulling out with your juices glistening on it.

She brought her finger to her mouth and made eye contact with you as she sucked it, moaning at the taste. "Taste so good, love." She pushed you back further, spreading your legs wider and rubbing her cock against you.

"Wait, I never got your name!" Wanda smirked as she guided herself up at your entrance. "Wanda." You smiled. "Wanda. That's a pretty name— Oh fuck!" Your sentence was cut off when she harshly pushed into you. "I feel so full!" You whined, stomach feeling full like you just ate a full course meal.

Wanda didn't start off easy, thrusting in you. You moaned, throwing your head back. If you're gonna get fucked you mind as well enjoy it. Wanda's hand came wrapped around your throat, an evil smile growing on her lips.

"You look so good like this on my cock." You looked down to see the small bulge in your stomach. Your head flew back again, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Not even five minutes in and this girl was making you close.

She tsked, squeezing harder, catching your attention. "Look at me when I fuck you." You made eye contact with her, biting your lip to calm yourself down. Wanda leaned down, kissing you harshly. Your tongue's tangled with each other, you pulled her down to you.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, as her hands came to your thighs. She spread your legs wider, hitting deeper in you. "I-oh god!-" You squealed, pulling back from her mouth. Wanda slowed her thrust down, moving to sit up with you still inside her, but on top.

You began grinding on her, whining when you didn't feel the same pleasure. "Go on, ride me." You began bouncing up and down, your breast jiggling with each force. You moaned, as Wanda played with your nipples, rolling them between her black nails.

"That's enough of that. Let's try something different." She stood up with you still in her arms, taking you towards the window. She turned you around so you could feel the outside world. Wanda lined herself up and pushed into you.

"Let's give these people a show, shall we?" Wanda's hands came to your hips, pulling you back to meet her thrusts. Her hips rutted against your ass, her letting out a few curse words. "Look at them people. All they have to do is look up and see you getting slutted out by me."

She chuckled as you clenched down on her, looking down at the innocent people. You squirmed as your nipples pressed against the cold glass of the huge window. "So good for me. Such a good girl." You whimpered at her praise, almost yelling when her hand fisted your hair and pulled you back.

You stared at her face, seeing nothing, but beauty. She kissed you again, not giving you enough breath to talk. The wet noises from your pussy, and slurping from y’all were dirty. You could feel your legs turning into jelly as her restless pounding on your pussy kept up.

She wrapped an arm around your stomach, holding you up. "I'm close." You moaned out, a smile coming to Wanda's face. "Then cum. Let me kill Tony and get the praise from my boss." You shook your head through gritted teeth, threatening to hang on before she cums.

Just then a loud knock at the door came, making you jump. "Boss, you in there?" You jumped accidentally clenching around her hard. "Fuck, no!" You whisper yelled as you felt yourself cumming. You were so close and all it took was a scare.

Wanda grunted as her hips stuttered, feeling herself cumming you. She slowly thrusted in you, making sure it all stayed. She quickly scrambled away from you, realizing she just came.

You both sat apart, her smiling. "So who came first?" You asked, feeling your body a little weak. For once Wanda had an actual confused face. "I don't know. We came at the same time." You both got changed into your outfits before standing there.

"Well how about we both kill Tony and tell our bosses we did it?" Wanda nodded her head at your suggestion. "Ooo, I like that plan. I knew you were a sneaky girl."

She grabbed you to her side, walking towards the door. "Meet me at this hotel, room 210 at 8:00 then we can have some real fun without interruptions." She winked as she handed you a hotel card and opened the door.

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talatomaz · 2 years

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count to three | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this turned out more dark than i intended and the smut might be a bit rusty since i’ve not written it since last october

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

warnings: angst. smut - manipulation, dark wanda, dubcon, mommy kink, legal age gap (reader is 18+), brief dry humping, use of wanda’s magic, power imbalance, brief choking, strap on, dacryphilia, edging, cockwarming, breeding kink, pet names, degradation, overstimulation, belly bulge kink

word count: 2.6k

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“May I ask why? Were my answers not good enough? Was I less qualified than the others?”

You asked, swallowing hardly when you heard your voice waver. You were gutted. You’d interviewed for a job at a prestigious tech company and, even though you tried not to get your hopes up, you knew you’d done extremely well in the interview. You well and truly believed that you would be successful in getting the job.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for you.

The interviewer had called you to let you know that you didn’t get the job and you couldn’t help when your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, tears filling your eyes.

You knew that it wouldn’t necessarily affect you financially, since you still worked for Wanda and all. But with you having started a new relationship with her and having already moved in with her after only 6 months of dating, the lines between work and home started to become blurred.

“No,” he politely addressed you as Miss, “You would have been a perfect fit for the role but um…”

The older man’s brief sign gave you pause, if you were perfect, why hadn’t you gotten the job?

“Mr Bermont?” You asked, addressing the interviewer when he grew silent.

“Look, you seem like a nice, hardworking person. Let’s just say that your current boss wasn’t exactly ready to let you go yet.”

Your brows furrowed. What did Wanda have to do with this?

“Sir, but I-”

“I’ve already said too much. I’m truly sorry. Best wishes for the future. Goodbye.”

The sudden sound of the call disconnecting jarred you from your thoughts. You stared at your phone, confused, as if willing the phone to magically light up with the answer.

You mulled over what he said.

Your current boss wasn’t exactly ready to let you go yet.

Wasn’t exactly ready to let you go.

Let you go.

A soft gasp fell from your lips when you realised the true meanings of his words. But then you shook your head, as if trying to rid the thought from your mind.

It was ludicrous. Right?

Wanda would never do that to you. Would she?

Then you thought back to when you told her you’d been shortlisted for the job. You’d been so focused on how excited and nervous you were, you hadn’t realised the way her eyes darkened. And not in the usual lustful way it did when she looked at you.

Replaying the memory in your head, you thought back to how her hands clenched slightly before she wrapped them around your hips, bringing you in close for a celebratory hug. The lines that appeared at the corner of her mouth, which usually occurred when she was angry in meetings which didn’t go her way.

She didn’t want to let you go…

So she told the company not to hire you.

Your confusion was quickly replaced with fury. How dare she mess with your future like that? She knew how much getting this job would have meant to you and yet she-

Your thoughts were abruptly shoved out of your mind as you heard the familiar sound of the key in the door.

Dropping your phone on the kitchen counter, you forced a smile to your face when your aforementioned girlfriend, and boss, entered the kitchen.

“Hi honey, sorry I was late. The meeting ran over. Everything okay?”

Wanda asked when she noticed you glancing at your phone.

“Yeah, um, the guy who interviewed me called me. You know? Mr Bermont?” Wanda nodded in recognition but showed no signs of having committed foul play.

“I didn’t get the job.”

“Oh baby, I am so sorry. I know how much you wanted that job.”

The redhead dropped her work bag and made her way around the corner to give you a comforting hug. You felt yourself leaning into the hug before stiffening when you remembered that she was the reason you didn’t get the job.

You quickly tried to make your mind blank, knowing your witch girlfriend had the ability to read your mind.

You said nothing as you stood there in her arms.

“At least you still have your job with me though, sweetie.”

“Yeah, just like you wanted all along.” You murmured under your breath but, of course, Wanda and her witchy ears heard you perfectly.

She pulled back, her hands on your arms, facing you. A look of feigned confusion cascaded on her face.

“Don’t act dumb, Wanda. I know you’re the reason I didn’t get the job. What did you do? Threaten to cut off all ties with the company if they employed me?”

Your voice raised slightly as you saw a flash of fury in her eyes. You had insulted her. You’d never done that before. But you were too caught up in your emotions to care.

“I know what’s best for you, malyshka.” She replied, her jaw clenched as she tried to keep her voice steady.

“That’s bullshit. You know I wanted that job.” You pushed her away from you but Wanda grabbed your arm with such a tight unexpected grip that a harsh gasp left you. She’d never acted like this with you.

“You better watch yourself, detka. You know I’m always right.”

You wrenched her hand from your arm, throwing it back to her side where it belonged.

“You knew how much that job meant to me. Just…Fuck you.”

The hard look she gave you almost made you falter. It was the look she’d directed at so many businessmen in the past which really broke them out of their resolve when they all tried to scam her or disrespect her. You’d never thought you’d be on the receiving end of that look. You’d never thought there’d be a reason for that look. You’d never expected she would be the reason why.

But as much as she was furious, you were just as stubborn and angry.

Ignoring her warning stare, you brushed past her rather ungently and stormed into your shared room, locking the door behind you.

“Just go the fuck away, Wanda. I don’t want to see you right now.”

You shouted through the door when Wanda repeatedly knocked on the white wood.

“Just open the door, please. Can we not fight anymore?”

Wanda asked as she stood in front of the closed door, her patience thinning by the second. Sure, she could understand why you were hurt and upset but she’d done what she did for the both of you. So you could stay together. It wasn’t for any malicious reasons.

Okay, well, that wasn’t true. Wanda didn’t want to let you go and share you with other people. She hadn’t gone through all that trouble of getting you fired from your previous job, manipulating you to work for her and later become a couple just for you to up and leave her.

When her question warranted no response, Wanda pounded on the door again, this time with more force than the last.

“I know you’re hurt. But I’m only gonna ask once more. Open the door or I will count to three and you can suffer the consequences.”

You sighed, exasperated. You knew you were making this worse for yourself by prolonging the argument as time grew on. But you remained steadfast in not opening the door. Until Wanda started counting and, when she got to ‘1’, she said something that gave you pause before you clambered to your feet and scurried to open the door.

“I’ll spank your ass black and blue and have you crying and squirming on my lap, begging me to stop.”

You knew she was deadly serious by the way in which she muttered those nefarious words in an unnaturally low tone. You could practically see her seething, jaw clenched as her fists did the same hanging by her sides. Now, she’d never hit you before and you knew she never would but she had given you a spanking one time that left you unable to sit for over a week. So you knew she was true to her word of repeating that action if you didn’t do as she said.

As the door opened, you barely had time to register the look on Wanda’s face before her hand wrapped itself around your throat, pushing you up against the bedroom wall.

Instinctively, your hands flew to clasp around her wrist; a futile attempt to relieve the pressure against your neck. With a wave of Wanda’s free hand, both of your hands flew above your head where they were pinned against the wall by Wanda’s magic.

“How dare you speak to me like that? Not only am I your girlfriend, but I am your boss.”

“I’m sorry.” You croaked out, still struggling in her grasp.

Wanda uncurled her hand from your throat causing you to splutter a cough; your hands still trapped above your head.

“I-I was just hurt that you lied and-”

Wanda tutted, quietening you immediately.

“Lied is such an arbitrary word. I simply just omitted to tell you what I did. But I did it for us. You belong at my company. With me.”

Her tone softened, reminding you of the gentle voice in which she almost always used with you. Whether that be at home or at the office.

“If you wanted to do something different or have other responsibilities, you could have just asked me instead of trying to leave me high and dry.”

You hung your head as she spoke. She was right. You could have asked her for another role and she would have gladly given it to you. She always wanted you to be happy and often gave you whatever you wanted.

Wanda shushed you when she saw tears fill your eyes. “I know you’re sorry, detka. I truly never meant to hurt you. You know that right?”

And you did. Even now, in the position that you were in, you knew that you were in no real danger because Wanda would never do anything to truly harm you.

Wanda stepped forward and covered your lips with hers, her body moving in between yours as she ground herself against you. You whimpered when you felt the strap that her slacks were concealing. Then you suddenly felt your hands grow free, Wanda having released them, and you wrapped them around her neck, drawing her in closer.

Your kisses grew heated as she lifted you into her arms with ease and dropped you on your bed. She quickly got to undressing you whilst remaining fully clothed herself. It was one of her favourite ways to have sex. You completely exposed beneath her as she loomed over you, dressed to the nines, reinforcing just how much power and control she lorded over you.

When Wanda unbuttoned her slacks, giving herself just enough leeway to free her cock, you felt your body still when she positioned it at your entrance.

Whilst you were getting more aroused and wet by the second, your pussy wasn’t lubricated enough to take her cock without being in any pain. And you certainly weren’t ready to take a strap of that size without her fingers in you first.

“Wan-Mommy,” you corrected yourself, “I-I can’t. Not straight away. I need-”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Wanda shushed you with another kiss.

“I know you can take me without preparation, little dove. Mommy knows best after all.”

Without another word, Wanda thrust herself inside you, bottoming out immediately. A strangled groan caught in your throat as you gripped the sides of her white blouse.

Pain shot its way through your body as Wanda continued to move in and out of you, not giving your body any time to adjust.

Tears fell from your eyes which Wanda leaned down to kiss away before attacking your neck, casually biting and sucking to leave a mark for the following morning.

You moaned at the action, tilting your head to give her more access. You began to feel yourself grow wetter as you started to get used to the feel of her strap; pleasure soon overtaking the pain.

When Wanda’s reached up to pinch your nipples into hard pebbles, your back arched into her, allowing her to suck each one harshly. Several pleas and groans filled the air as you felt the familiar tingle in your stomach. With Wanda’s attacks on your body, you knew you weren’t going to last long. And Wanda was well aware of that fact.

Just as you were about to come, she abruptly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“I told you Mommy knows best and I also know when you’re about to come but, because of the way you talked to mommy, i’m not rewarding that behaviour.”

“Mommy, please. I’m so sorry. Please let me come. I’ll never leave you.”

Once again, your pleas were futile.

For the next 30 minutes, an hour; you weren’t really sure. You were so drunk on Wanda’s strap and nearing passing out that you’d lost count of the amount of times the redhead had brought you to the brink of release before cruelly snatching it away.

Tears soaked the pillow beneath your face, your hands cramping from clutching the duvet for so long.

“Aww, is my malyshka too much of a whore to form any words?”

Wanda cooed when desperate whimpering was the only sound you were capable of making.

“My baby took her punishment so well.”

Wanda continued as she started to pound into you. Wrapping one hand in your hair as the other rested on your hip, she dragged you up so she could whisper in your ear.

“Come any time you want, little dove.”

With that, she dropped your head back down to the pillow and grabbed your other hip, using the momentum to force herself in and out of you.

“God, I’m practically splitting your pretty little pussy open. Look how deep you’re taking me.”

Wanda praised, reaching down to press on the small bulge that had formed in your lower stomach. Your juices dripped down your thighs and onto Wanda’s slacks, ruining them.

“Look at the mess you’ve made. All over Mommy’s pants. Now be a good girl and give Mommy what she wants.”

Her grunts grew almost animalistic as she roughly pounded into you. Your back arched into her chest and, with her free hand, she reached down to rub harshly on your clit. You moaned again at the sudden overstimulation, your hand grabbing the wrist that was between your legs.

“Mommy, p-please. I’m s-so close. I can’t.” Your words were replaced by another moan that made its way through your throat.

Wanda’s teeth nipped at your ear lobe before she whispered in your ear, telling you the words you so desperately begged to hear.

“Come for Mommy. Show me how much you love me.”

Almost immediately, you came around her cock, your body going limp as she continued to fuck into you, chasing her own high. Your body fell down to the bed, Wanda following you down. As she came, she rutted in you a few times before staying on top of you.

“One of these days, I will actually come in you. I’ll breed you and have you carrying our beautiful children. Then you can never truly leave me.”

Wanda murmured in your ear but you barely registered her words as you started to fall into a deep slumber. Your body absolutely wrecked emotionally and physically.

Wanda turned you both over so you were laying on top of her chest, cradled in her arms as she held you close. She grinned to herself as she glanced over to the closet door that was ajar. Behind it was a box filled with the very toy she needed to fulfil her earlier promise.

She couldn’t wait.

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aves-ery · 2 years

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Edge Of The Pool; W. Maximoff

*not my gif, credits to owner.*

pairing; milf!neighbor!wanda x fem!reader

summary; you moved into a nice neighborhood during the winter. Ms. Maximoff, your neighbor, has recently had a pool installed.

warnings; SMUT, MINORS DNI. age gap, pool sex, semi-public sex? i mean it's in Wanda's backyard?, fingering, oral, choking, mommy kink, strap-on.

The knock on your door startled you. You sighed, paused the show on the TV, and walked towards the door.

"Hi y/n!" Billy, your neighbors son, chirped. You smiled at the boy.

"Hey Bils. What's up?" You asked, leaning on the doorframe, your arms crossed. The boy was in his swim shorts and goggles around his messy wet hair.

"The pool is finished! We can finally swim in it, and my mom said I could come and ask if you would want to play with me. I'd play with Tommy, but he's with his friend," He looked up at you expectantly. You chuckled.

"Of course. You go back and I'll be there in a bit," You said. The boy beemed at you, and hugged your legs.

"Thank you!" He ran off.

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You tried to find the most appropriate swimsuit you owned for hanging out with the little boy, only finding a green two piece, the bottoms high waisted.

You left, and also had grabbed a few cookies that you baked this morning to bring to the family. When you arrived in their backyard, Wanda, Billy's mom, was sunbathing.

A whimper threatened to fall from your lips, but you closed your eyes and looked away towards the boy that was floating.

Wanda noticed you, and you held your finger up to your lips, signaling for her to be quiet. After you had sat the cookies on the table, you took your sunglasses and flipflops off, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could.

Then, you splashed into the water, taking Billy down with you. You felt him squeeze your arms tightly. Your hands made sure to protect the back of his head in case.

The two of you rose out of the water, everyone laughing. Billy splashed you, "You scared me!" He yelled.

It made you laugh more, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

______

"Hey Billy!" Wanda yelled from her chair. The two of you turned around and faced her. "Your dad is wanting to spend some time with you and take you out. Why don't you get dressed?" Wanda smiled at him.

Billy only sighed and nodded, turning away from Wanda and hugging you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him.

"I don't wanna go," He mumbled. It broke your heart. You always knew Vision didn't exactly get along with Billy, but he tried. Both of them tried.

Billy, had told his mom that he didn't want to do football with Tommy. He wanted to be in dance, and in drama. Vision didn't take that lightly. Claimed that Billy wouldn't be raised like that, that he would play football.

"I know buddy. But you got this! And once you get back, we'll watch a movie and I'll buy you some icecream. Alright?" You ran your fingers through his hair.

Billy's face lit up and he nodded, squeezing you tighter. You kissed his head, and Wanda's heart swelled. She knew how great you are with both boys, and it made her fall for you.

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"Hey bud!" Vision shut the door to the fence. Billy had his backpack on, all ready. You were now on the chair next to Wanda, sunbathing, but your eyes were focused on the two boys.

"Hi dad." Billy smiled and hugged both you and Wanda goodbye. Wanda hugged him tight, kissing his head and whispering something in his ear that made him giggle. He came to you next, and it was his turn to whisper in your ear, "Will you please, finally make a move on my mom?" You choked, pulling him back and looking at him wide eyed. He just laughed. For a 10 year old, he sure knew the things going on around him.

"Get outta here," You playfully poked his shoulder and he stuck his tongue out at you. Him and Vision left, and left you and Wanda alone. Her eyes were closed, taking in the sun. Her red one-peice, almost too revealing to be considered a one-peice, showed off her curves perfectly. Her cleavage, that made your mouth water. And then her sides that were turning a light pink. Your eyes went to travel to her legs, but Wanda spoke.

"Would you like to join me in the water, sweetie?'' Ms. Maximoff asked, standing up and walking to the edge of the pool.

"Of course, Ms. Maximoff." You stood and walked over to her. She had rolled her eyes at your formalities.

"Will you please stop calling me that? It makes me feel old," Wanda said, slightly towering over you.

"You aren't old," You scrunched your nose at her. The woman smiled at the compliment. And then suddenly, shoved you into the water. You screamed, and when you rose you glared at her. "Ms. Maximoff- Wanda."

The ginger raised an eyebrow, "Yes, doll?'' She spoke huskily. You had to hold back a groan.

"Will you put my sunglasses away?" You took then out of the water, where they had floated to when Wanda had pushed you in. Wanda nodded, holding out her hand. That's when you took the opportunity, grabbing her arm and she pulling her in roughly. Her hand had tightened around your wrist, trying to pull herself closer to you as she fell in. You were a giggling mess, and when she rose she just glared.

"What does your own medicine taste like, sweetheart?" You asked, mocking her a little.

Wanda rolled her eyes, letting go of you and going to float. She had a rough time though, not steadying her breath, so it wasn't working too well.

You paddled over to her, silently asking to help. Wanda nodded in understanding. Hesitantly, you had set your hand on her lower back, rising her up more. "Steady you're breathing."

Wanda looked at you, "I can't when you're touching me like this." She said boldy. You immediately dropped your hand and you were blushing like crazy. The older women started laughing, and wen to stand up. "I was kidding!"

You just laughed nervously, looking at your feet through the water. Wanda turned her head, confused at the change in your tone. Her finger found the bottom of your chin, lifting it to look at her. "Hi." She whispered lightly, with a small smile.

"Hi," You looked right back at her. Wanda didn't remove her hand, but wrapped her arms around your neck."What is it like to be this beautiful?" You asked her, hesitantly wrapping yours around her waist.

Wanda smiled bigger, her eyes flicking to your lips. "You are just as beautiful, doll. If not more." The women leaned in and kissed you deeply. You gasped, kissing her back, and backing her into the wall of the pool.

Even with the kiss as lovely a it was, you pulled away when your lungs started to burn. "I've been dreaming of this moment." Wanda confessed, bringing you in impossibly closer, burying her head in your neck.

"I have been too," You whispered, lifting her head to kiss her again. This time, Wanda lifted you to sit on the edge of the pool. You let your hands sit on her shoulders.

The two of you pulled away again, and you let out a groan. "Stop pulling away. I want to kiss you, Wanda."

Wanda laughed, starting to leave marks at your neck, sucking at you sweet point, nibbling every so often. It drove you crazy. Wanda drove you crazy. "I want to kiss you in so many places," She whispered, now leaving hickies on your chest. Wanda reached her hand behind you, pulling the string on your swimsuit, and letting it fall off your shoulders.

"People will see," You husked, even though you didn't care too much, just wanting Wanda to take you. Wanting her to take you in so many different ways.

"Just one orgasm our her baby. Let them see. Let those neighbors see. I've seen the way that Kate girl looks at you. My my, what if she saw you now? So needy for me. So needy you don't even want me to pull away from your lips," Wanda grabbed your tits, squeezing and attaching her plump lips to your nipple.

"Shit, baby," You grabbed a fistful of her hair bringing her closer. Then, at the mention of Kate's name made you look to the left, at the younger girls house. She was a very sweet woman, you actually have been on a few dates with her. Even sharing a few late nights in her bed. Wanda could almost read your mind, biting down just hard enough for you to hiss.

"Are you thinking of that slut while I'm sucking your tits? Who do you think you are, kitten? You should be thinking of me right now. No one disobeys their mommy like that." Wanda hissed, pulling your your swim bottoms down. The ginger gasped at you cunt. "You're soaked, doll. Is it the water or is this all for me, your mommy?"

"Y-yes! All for you, all for you mommy." You watched as Wanda's fingers, her nails painted black, trailed to your clit. You gasped, biting your lip. Then, she took her two fingers, and pushed them into your cunt. "Oh god." You moaned loudly, throwing your head back.

It was then she added her mouth, sucking at your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you threw your leg over her shoulder. She didn't let up, fucking you deep, curling her fingers just at the right spot. You were about to tumble over the edge. So close, so willing to give yourself up to the mother.

"C'mon, please come for me, it'd make mommy so happy." She looked up at you so innocently, like she wasn't eating you out like her life depends on it. Her words were enough, and the rope inside you snapped, and you shattered around her. "Oh that's it baby." Wanda praised, letting you ride it out, and cleaning you up.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you Wanda." You thanked her so many times. You'd repay her with her own orgasm, but your head was empty. The women removed her fingers from you.

"Can I take you inside? To the bedroom?" Wanda asked, slipping her fingers in your mouth to clean them up. You nodded.

Wanda picked you up and carried out out of the pool, picking up your swimsuit. When the two of you got to her bedroom, she shut the door and lied you down. "I can't imagine youre on my bed right now, y/n. I've had my fingers buried in myself on this very bed, just at the thought of you. Now it's real." Wanda kissed up your thighs, then rid herself of her own swimsuit.

You groaned at her words, just imagining the woman sprawled on her bed, nothing to cover her, and her fingers buried in her pretty cunt. Wanda then reached over, her boobs right Infront of your face, she was grabbing something out of the drawer. You tried resiting, but you couldn't. You took her left nipple in your mouth, sucking gently.

What you didn't expect, but probably should've, was the cool sensation of her milk pouring into your mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you grabbed her hips to keep her in place. "Oh fuck, shit. Mommy hasn't had someone do this in so long," She hissed, letting you take control.

When the first one stopped giving you the liquid, you switched to the other nipple. You felt Wanda attaching something to your hips, you were to focused on her to care though.

Until, though, you felt Wanda pull away and sink herself down, on the item attached to you. The smaller end of the strap pushing into you. You groaned, bucking your hips. "I'm so sorry, just wanted to fuck myself on you. That's it." She bounced, rubbing her own clit.

You smiled lovingly up at her, grabbing her hips and flipping the two of you. You didn't let up, pounding into her roughly, chasing both your own orgasm and trying to tumble her over the edge of her own. Wanda's mouth hung open, an 'o' shaped formed. You were growling into her ear, unsure if where the aggression came from, but noticed Wanda's reaction. "God I wanted to fuck you like this for so long Wanda. Wanted to just take you. Make you mine. All. Fucking. Mine." You sat up, gripping her neck tightly. Enough for her to keep breathing, but enough for her to get the idea.

Wanda let out a moan, and came around your cock. And then you fell apart. "Shit! Shit mommy." You whined, and buried your face in her neck.

After about an hour of basking in eachothers presence, you spoke. "I like you a lot."

"I like you too, Y/N. Why don't you stay here? Stay with me. Be with me. My girlfriend?" Wanda asked, playing with your hairs.

"Of course!" You squealed, grinning and kissing her.

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 1 year

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I could teach you things

Part 1 here

Summary: Just a regular trip to the store with your new mommy, of course you’re still not keen on anything that’s going on, not that you had much of a choice anymore, maybe Wanda’s uninvited friend can do something to help?

Warnings: mentions of smut, minors DNI, Wanda being herself mommy kink (obviously)

A/n: I had a sudden burst of energy to finish part 2 so here ya go!

You watched Wanda speak to the neighbour about watching the boys while you were forced to go shopping for ice cream, by the loos of it the neighbour happily accepted and waltz into the house and Wanda came back towards the car so you decided to look out of the passenger window even when Wanda sat in the car kissing you on the cheek you remained still, not giving her any satisfaction.

"If you behave I'll make you cum later" she winked at you and you just rolled your eyes, you wished you'd never told her about being inexperienced so you changed the subject before she could continue "Does Agatha know how much of a crazy bitch you are too?"

"I'm not crazy, I just know what I want and I know how to get it" she started the car and moved off of the driveway, after a few minutes you were out of the neighbourhood and Wanda spoke again "spread your legs"

You whipped your head around so quick you thought it snapped "what?!

Wanda wasn't fazed she just repeated herself "spread your legs, we'll be in traffic for a little bit and I don't want you to be bored"

"I don't want too" you mumbled squeezing your legs together so she couldn't pry them apart "soon you'll have them open every time we're alone, but I understand it being the first day, I won't push you" her eyes went back on the road as you both neared the store

"You're so fucking confusing-" she yanked your hair back cutting you off and shouting in pain “see?! This is what I’m talking about, you’re nice and caring one minute then try and hurt me the next, make up your damn mind"

Wanda chuckled annoying you even more "you're adorable my love, I said I wouldn't push you and I stand by that, but that bratty behaviour won’t stand for much longer”

"Stay with me princess, don't want you wondering off" Wanda gripped your arm pulling you into the store "I'm not a child, I can walk by myself" you tried pulling away but Wanda didn't let you instead leaning in close whispering to you "I'll get you a collar and leash, I was just going to use one in the bedroom but I have no problem dragging you around in public with one, maybe I'll have you on all fours too, really treat you like-

"Okay! I get it, let's just get the ice cream and go back" you looked around the store, hopefully no one heard what Wanda just said, or if they did they didn't show it and you were thankful.

Wanda just smiled and kissed you on the cheek "good girl, do you want a teddy?"

You looked at her oddly "er no thanks, maybe the boys want one though?" You wouldn't tell her bu you definitely did want a teddy but considering everything going on you thought saying yes would make her think you'd given in, and like hell you were going to give in to her, but dear god there was this seal one here that you’d seen and would sell your soul to buy it, a little dramatic but it was true

Wanda shrugged "they're not into stuffies much, let's go, remember to stay close" you sighed staying close to the woman as you walked round the store getting some ice cream and some ingredients for tomorrow's dinner.

The whole time Wanda kept you close every now and then kissing your neck and making a show of touching you, your arm, your back and even your ass smirking when you jumped away a little

"Can you stop?" You said after you both left the store embarrassed at her behaviour and the strange looks you had received "Wanda please-

Wanda pressed herself against you against the car and wrapped her hand around your neck "you're such a brat Y/n" she kissed you hard causing you to whimper at the sudden action but you refused to kiss her back until her fingers dug into your neck and you gasped inadvertently letting Wanda slip her tongue into your mouth

She pulled away smiling at your breathless expression and licking her lips "aww honey, you look a little flustered"

You got your breath back pushing her away and getting into the car refusing to look back at her.

Wanda smiled to herself, she was breaking you down and she was loving every second of it

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When you returned back to the house you were surprised to see a new face besides Agatha looking after the boys "Natasha I didn't expect you coming over" Wanda pushed you into the house when you were hesitant to do so

"I like surprising you Wanda you know that now come on, tell me who this princess is" the woman who you now know was called Natasha walked over to you putting a stray hair behind your ear "aren't you cute?" You pulled away from her and surprisingly held onto Wanda's arm making the redhead smile, thank you Nat.

"This is Y/n, the boy's babysitter, we just went to get ice cream for the boys" she held up the bag and Tommy came running over grabbing the bag thanking his mom and running into the kitchen followed by Billy and Agatha making sure they didn't make a mess

Now that you three were alone Nat asked again "so who is she really?"

Wanda rolled her eyes "my new little girl, she's a little shy but we're getting there"

You let go of Wanda's arm regaining some of your own composure "I'm not your little anything, just let me go home"

Wanda growled "you are my little girl, and you are home, my room is now our room and everything in this house is yours now”

Your stomach dropped, you guessed this was what was going to happen but you held onto some hope that she didn't mean it, you were so in your thoughts you didn't notice the smiles on both women's faces and their silent conversation

"You look a little pale malen'kiy, do you want to lay down?" Nat gents pulled you away from Wanda walking you upstairs with the woman walking close behind, she pushed open the bedroom door and lay a reluctant you on the bed

"I have to see how the boys are doing but behave for Nat princess okay?" Wanda sweetly kissed your forehead and then looked to Nat "behave"

Nat smirked "always"

The door closed behind Wanda leaving you with the scary looking redhead who sat down next to you and roamed her eyes over your body making you self conscious "so has Wanda told you about me yet?"

You were thankful for the broken silence even if it was a strange question "no"

Nat hummed "hmm are you sure? Nothing about 'showing me which Maximoff I should've chosen?"

Your eyes widened and you sat up straight "you're the one she fucked in his office?!"

"So she did tell you? I knew she would, she enjoyed using me and still does, did she tell you about the time we got caught by Agatha? The poor woman just rolled her eyes and told us the boys had gone for their swimming lessons"

You couldn't form any words or even sounds, were they sneaking around when you were looking after the boys? That was so weird!

Finally you managed "wh-why am I here then? If she's sleeping with you?"

Nat laughed "well sometimes I'm not around, plus she's been fantasising about you for months, whenever I'd go down on her bringing her to orgasm it was your name she'd moan, I don't mind, especially seeing you in person now I know why she wants you" she inched closer to you placing her hand on your cheek

"You're fucking beautiful" she whispered leaning foreword attaching her lips to your own in a much softer kiss than Wanda gave you before, pulling away you found yourself embarrassingly trying to chase her lips and she giggled “it’s a shame really”

“Why?” You whispered and Nat’s eyes looked past you clearly to someone stood at the door ad be your blood ran cold, you had a really good idea who it was, considering this was her house after all

“Oh don’t stop on my account honey” Wanda’s sickly sweet voice engulfed you but before you could turn around she was behind you rubbing your back feeling you tense up “you steal my husband and now you want my little princess? You’re a menace” okay she wasn’t mad at you, that was okay you thought

“She totally came onto me Wanda”

Okay what the fuck? No you didn’t

“No I didn’t! You did, and what does it matter? You’re the whore who let her spit on you and fuck her on her husband’s desk” you jumped from the bed just barley out of each woman’s grip

“Watch your fucking tone” Nat snapped, a clear contrast to how she was just a few minutes ago “she’s a brat Wanda I hope you know what you’re doing”

Wanda just shrugged “she’s just an innocent untouched pretty girl who needs direction and I plan to give it to her”

There was a silence in the room now and you were unsure what to do, both woman were still sat on the bed, Nat playing with her nails and Wanda looking at you with her head tilted “anything to say princess?”

You didn’t know what to do, you just-just stood there, you could try and leave and call the police but what would they do? Probably nothing, instead you hung your head in defeat sighing “no…”

Wanda was pleased, you were breaking down and were finally accepting your fate, she stood and slowly walked towards you bringing you into a hug kissing her forehead and whispering “mommy can make sure you never have to think or worry about anything again, just let me in”

Even though you were silent tears wet your cheek and onto Wanda’s shirt “shh baby it’s okay, let’s lay you back down again and you can sleep” then as you have was small but enough for Wanda to bring you back to the bed and lay you under the covers, she let Nat fluff the pillows and kiss your cheek “I’ll see you again Y/n, daddy won’t stay away for too long”

You were so tired you didn’t even register what she said which Wanda was glad about because she just rolled her eyes at her friend and kissed her “as I said, you’re a menace”

“You love it” she said leaving the room and closing the door softly not to stir you up

Wanda spent a few minutes looking at you drifting off to sleep with the tears drying on your face, eventually she quietly got under the covers with you pulling you against her and nuzzling your neck placing a soft kiss there “goodnight moy milyy angel” she too drifted off to sleep, that was until a loud bang woke you both up

“Y/n! Where are you?! I’m here to take you home!” Wanda groaned, of course your ever persistent and idiotic mother wouldn’t accept that you belong to her now, she wouldn’t let you worry though and told you to stay quiet “mommy will be right back”

#marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #marvel au #marvel imagine #I could teach you things #marvel fanfic #wandanat #mcu fic #mommy wanda #mommy!wanda maximoff

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ahhhwomen · 10 months

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Little Kitten

Trigger Happy AU Part 1

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Okay, I’m not going to lie, I am not very good at writing, and this is the first fanfic I have ever posted on here… however I implore you to give it a try, please. Depending on feedback I may have to make this quite the series….

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI

Warnings Part 1: Talk of a dead body, Death by alcohol poisoning (non-relevant character), Insensitivity, Mommy kink, allusions to pet play.

Summary: Police Officer Wanda Maximoff doesn’t like to share.

Word Count: 1168

The way you struggled as she dragged you into her car, was making her go mad.

You were teasing her.

All that kicking and screaming, your nails clawing at her. Not to forget those beautiful tears running down your red cheeks. She wanted to ravish you, tear you apart. You just kept on fighting; you must want it so bad. After all, you knew it made Mommy want to hurt that lovely skin of yours.

She was going to enjoy this.

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“Another drunk?”

Wanda ignored her coworker as she continued to assess the body. The man was laying face down on the sidewalk with a beer bottle in hand. Day old, vomit in amounts that should not be humanly possible, was spewed around him. They showed up increasingly this time of year, idiots.

She brushed the filth off her hands and rose from her crouched-down position. “What else would it be?” She questioned, unimpressed.

The other officer looked defeated, “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s weird?” He shrugged his shoulders. “They have been showing up more and more as of late, shouldn’t we-“ He paused, ”shouldn’t we look into it or something?” Wanda could barely contain her eyes from rolling into her skull. This man was dumber than the guy who drowned in his own vomit.

“We are closing in on summer, which means people are going to get wasted and make foolish decisions much more frequently than what you are used to, newbie.” Having to draw out her sentences like she was talking to a slow child was starting to piss her off.

She huffed as she mentally scanned all the details, writing them down was too much of a hassle, the information was pretty much useless anyways. As soon as it would find its way into a rapport, no one would bother reading it again. Just another stubborn part of the job, paperwork.

Wanda winched, just thinking about it gave her a headache.

“Wrap him up, we are done here.”

She was walking over to her car when something pink caught her eye. You were wearing knee-high stockings, mostly white, but with a strip of pink running along the top.

Wanda slowly dragged her eyes over your figure, still a couple of yards away. There was something about you. Something that begged Wanda to take care of you, to ruin you, and build you back up again.

She opened her car door, making a split-second decision, she picked up her disposable gloves.

Wanda jogged back to where the disposal team was bagging the body and her useless partner was standing around fiddling. “Wait a moment.” Wanda unzipped the body bag, reaching over, she felt around the man’s throat. “Yeah, there is some strange swelling, not often seen with these types of bodies.” Her partner looked over her shoulder, puzzled. “Are you sure?” Wanda nodded.

She could see you slowly make your way over, 15 seconds.

“It’s probably nothing. To be confident, I am going to ask around. Make sure no suspicious activity has been displayed recently.” Her tone signaled finality. That didn’t stop the newbie from trying to question her, however before he could get the words out, she had already closed the body bag, gotten rid of her gloves, and was making her way to you.

“Excuse me, miss!”

You looked up at the officer walking towards you. “Yes? Can I help you?” Your small voice almost made Wanda lose control. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other while standing in front of you. Having to do something with her hands too, she fished out a small notepad from her left pocket and her pen from her right breast pocket.

She hummed “Do you live around here honey?” You nodded, uncertain of what the beautiful officer wanted. A light blush dusted your cheeks at the nickname. Wanda was going to have a field day with you.

A new toy.

“My name is Officer Wanda Maximoff, and I would like to question you regarding what you may have witnessed in this neighborhood the last couple of days. Is now a good time to talk?”

You can’t recall seeing anything, but you figured she would want to question you anyways, so you stayed silent.

Until her question registered, that is.

You almost answered yes, there was just something about the redhead standing in front of you that made you want to comply with her every command. It must be because of her status as an officer of the law. Or so you tell yourself.

“No, I’m sorry. I have a class I need to get to.” Lest you want to be murdered by your new professor, a real hardass. Or so you heard. The woman in front of you smirked, confused you tilted your head. “Is that an issue Officer?”

God, weren’t you just adorable? Looking like such a lost little kitten, in need of a proper handler. “Not at all sweets, just write down your name and address right here,” Wanda handed her notepad and pen over, making sure to point to an appropriate space for you to write. You were clearly too stupid to think for yourself, that was fine. Mommy would do the thinking for you.

Soon.

You handed the notepad back to the Officer. Wanda made sure to memorize your name and address written so beautifully, Y/n. She smiled a little.

It fits you.

She shifted on her legs again, her thighs rubbing together. Refraining from touching you, Wanda pocketed the notes. “I will come by tomorrow, is 10 am all right with you love?” Wanda made sure to lay the nicknames on thick, she couldn’t help herself. The way your eyes turned big and doe-like. She wanted to fuck you right where you stand.

Snapping out of the trance that woman was, you quickly pulled yourself together. “Yes ma’am.” You were happy your mouth remembered to stay respectful even as your mind betrayed you and filled your head with very naughty thoughts of Officer Hot.

Wanda gazed at you with hunger in her eyes. Before she could do anything, however, your phone buzzed. Alarming you to your lateness. You sputtered out apologize as you moved past the redhead, failing to see the smirk that widened as you half sprinted down the road.

Very soon.

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natverse · 2 years

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i missed you, darling.

summary: reader comes home late from work and falls right to sleep, only for wanda to return home after three days shortly after. reader is asleep, but wanda has other ideas (after all, she missed her little one.)

pairing: mommy!wanda x fem!reader

warnings: smut, mommy kink, somnophilia, dub- con, fingering, oral (r receiving), extremely light orgasm denial, use of pet names (darling, angel, little one, etc.), light praise kink

author’s note: sorry it took me so long to get around to posting a fic, i just haven’t loved any of the work i’ve made recently. this isn’t great, but it’s something lol. also, as always, reader is of age!

this fic was not proofreeded, any and all mistakes are my own!! enjoy :)

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wanda let a gentle sigh of relief slip out as she finally returned home to the comfort of her own apartment, having been gone for almost a week. she’d never minded being sent on long missions; before meeting you, that is.

she could never help but crave her little one when she was away. your moans while she touched you flooded her mind constantly; every long, excruciating night away from you consisted of her touching herself, imagining it was you. most of all, she missed her beloved title as your mommy.

“i’m home angel,” wanda calls out. no response. she glanced at the clock, reading half an hour past midnight. she’d remembered you worked a double at work today, and she was sure you were exhausted.

she gently treads to the room the two of you share, seeing none but your naked, sleeping body sprawled out across the bed. she softly giggled to herself, realizing you must have been too tired to find a change of clothes. before she knew it she felt a smirk slip across her face, as she took in the sight of your bare tits out on display. just for her. she couldn’t help herself, she’d missed your body more than she could admit.

“such a pretty girl,” she whispers, making her way over to you. she sits on the bed gently next to you, seductively running her hands over the side of your body. she turns you onto your back, as she begins to lightly palm at your breasts. her squeezing motions grow harder, moving one hand to your neck and her lips to your nipple. her tongue swirls over your breast, while her hand harshly palms at the other. you stir at the sensations, slightly drifting out of your slumber.

reluctantly pulling away, she traces two fingers down your stomach, right to where you’ll end up needing her most. she can’t find the strength to wait, and quickly attaches her tongue to your folds. she thumbs at your clit while she licks you up and down, rubbing her hand up and down your thigh.

she feels a lazy hand run it’s fingers through her hair, as your thighs slightly squeeze around her head. she looks up to see your tired face holding back a moan, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. smirking, she removes her tongue from your folds and shifts backwards. she thrusts two fingers inside of you, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in.

your moans became near impossible to hold in as she forcefully grabs your breast. “oh god, wanda,” you cry, a hint of sleepiness in your groans. “i thought we had a mutual understanding. that’s not my name angel,” she says, thrusting a third finger inside of you. “tell me my name, darling.”

you were far too high off of lust to speak, only loud, erotic moans escaping your mouth. she removes her fingers from inside of you, as you groan at the sudden loss. “unless you want to stop, be a good girl for me and tell me what my name is.”

“mommy,” you moan, wanting her buried back inside of you. “you’re my mommy.”

“that’s right, little one. god, you’re always so good for mommy. so behaved. good girls get mommy’s fingers,” she says, thrusting her three fingers back inside of you. “oh mommy,” you moan, probably loud enough for your neighbors to hear you through your thin apartment walls.

“god angel, your pretty pussy is always so wet for me. you take my fingers so well,” she groans, thrusting a fourth finger. your moans grow louder as her thrusts grow more forceful, your walls squeezing her fingers as you inch closer and closer to the edge. your hand resting on top of hers, she continues to use her extra hand to squeeze and pinch your boobs.

“oh mommy, i’m so close,” you moan, as you feel your body begin to shake. “no angel, you know you always have to have mommy’s permission to cum.”

“mommy please. let me cum on your fingers, show you what you’re doing to me,” you plead. “alright angel, let go for mommy.” you release what may have been your loudest moan of the night, your cum covering her fingers. she pulls her fingers out, and stares at your lust covered face as you come down from your high. “such a good little girl,” she says, slowly sucking your cum off of her fingers.

she slightly hovers over you, kissing you slow and passionately. “mommy missed you angel.” you giggle, running your fingers through her hair as she falls down beside you. “i missed you too mommy, so much.”

she treads off the bed to your shared dresser, grabbing one of her t-shirts and a pair of shorts. “put these on for me darling,” she says softly. “let’s get you to bed, i know you had a long day at work. mommy likes her little one best when she’s well rested.”

you fall asleep next to wanda, her arm protectively draped across your waist. you had missed her, and you weren’t sure if you could handle another three days without her again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff au #wanda smut #wanda mcu #wanda maximoff smut #mommy!wanda maximoff

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maxislvt · 1 year

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Since requests are still open, could I get some Soft!Dark!Wanda telling Reader she's too pretty to think so much?

warnings: manipulation, mind control, dark!Wanda, age play(sfw), pet play (sfw)

(referenced r being a spider-person because I can)

You don't really know how you ended up living the way you were. Everytime you tried to think about a time before Wanda your mind just went blank. The furthest you could remember was the day she brought you home and you could remember everything after that perfectly. All the toys and pretty clothes Wanda brought and even what your first collar looked like had been forever imprinted in your brain, but you couldn't even confidently tell someone what country your parents were from. What job did you have before meeting Wanda? Did you even have a job?

Most days, you just shrugged it off because Wanda never gave you the time to just sit and think about it. Thinking about the past was hard when there was seven inches of cock being shoved into any of your holes with wild abandon. You were a puppy and all puppies had to do look cute and be good for their owners.

But Wanda had a very important job to do and sometimes she wasn't there to keep you occupied. That meant your little brain could do all the thinking and wondering it wanted to. She did tell you she'd be gone for a few days and said you could be a little more independent. So you didn't see why you couldn't engage in big puppy activities like using the bigger knives or sleeping in your own bed. In the midst of your freedom riding, you remembered something.

You had superpowers — and a suit. There were little gadgets in it and everything. At that moment you abandoned your afternoon snack and immediately began the search for it. Exact details were blurry in your mind, but you had a feeling you'd know it once you found it. Everything was coming back to you naturally. Without even thinking you were crawling on walls and finding your stuff hidden around the cabin.

Wanda had come home before you could successfully complete your task.

"Baby, get down from down there! I don't want you to get hurt!" The panic in her voice almost made you feel bad. You couldn't imagine how scary it could've been to see you in such a manner.

"It's okay mommy, I got superpowers! I'm like a spider!" Your hands dropped from the ceiling so you were only hanging by your feet. "I even found some super cool toys!" Without even aiming, you shot a web out from the gadget on your wrist and onto the floor. "I wanna be a superhero!"

Wanda's blood ran cold the second those words left your mouth. Her magic wrapped your body and plucked you from the ceiling. "Oh no, baby. You're much too small to be doing any of that." She carried you to the couch and pulled you into her lap. "You're just mommy's adorable little puppy and what do puppies do?" Wanda's fingers tapped her palm twice, signaling for you to give them to her.

You frowned, but took off the toys and handed them to Wanda. "...look cute and be good for their owners, but superheroes can look cute and they have to be good!" Your head tested gently against her chest. "Please momma, don't take 'em away, I think they're really cool."

Wanda kissed the top of your head and placed the gadget into her coat pocket. "Yes, but they have to do a lot of big stuff like think and make hard choices! You're too pretty to be thinking all the time." She stroked the top of your head and pulled you close. "Now if you want to keep these to play pretend superheroes that's fine, but no more crawling up the walls. You're a puppy, not a spider. Got it?"

Spider? That felt so…familiar in a strange way. Like you were supposed to be that. Well, not just a spider but spider..spider something.

"I mean…maybe I wanna be a spider?" Your head was starting to hurt. Like someone was reaching in and scrambling everything up. It didn't make sense. Why would something so random feel so familiar to you? "I think I'm supposed to be a spider…"

Wanda let out a disapproving sigh. Normally she entertains your little odd quirks and interests, but she needed a good puppy more than anything right now. She cupped your chin and tilted your head back so you were looking directly into her eyes."You're just mommy's pretty little puppy, got it?" Her eyes slowly became tainted with the redness of her magic.

"But mommy, I…" The protest died down in your throat as your eyes started to mirror the redness in Wanda's. Suddenly everything you remembered had disappeared into nothing. There was only Wanda again. "I'm just mommy's pretty little puppy," You said mindlessly. You weren't something as silly and icky as a spider. You were a pretty little puppy to be collared and pampered. "... When…when momma get back?"

Wanda smiled at your near seamless transition back into puppspace. "Oh, puppy. Momma's been home for quite a while. You were just too busy sleeping to notice!" She littered your face with kisses. "Now, why don't you come take a bath with me and we make you a little puppy lunch?"

#panther speaks #anon #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #mommy!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff #panthers drabbles

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marvelfanfics1 · 1 year

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Oo oo mommy Wanda x little!reader takin little to the waterpark!! Or beach or swimmin pool! An maybe teachin dem how to swims?

m cants swim 🥹

tans m hab 🌺 if it's not takin pease? if it is den 💐 pease

Fank oo!!

Beach Day

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: mommy!Wanda x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, uncle Pietro is also there!, wanda teaches reader how to swim, some angst?, praise, fluff

A/n: You can have this one 💐 sweet anon!

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"Don't you want to go for a little swim, baby? It's really warm." your Mommy asked while grabbing a towel and sitting down next to you on your Bluey towel.

"Nu-uh, wanna build castle," you said and put more sand into your bucket. You had a pretty beach toy set that Uncle Pietro gifted you after Tony announced that the team will go on a vacation together.

Wanda nodded and kissed your cheek, a few water droplets dripping from her chin onto your shoulder, making you shiver.

After some more sand castle building, you looked up to see how much fun the others were having. Peter was on Thor's shoulders, shouting happily while trying to throw Natasha off of Clint.

Wanda had watched you for a while and noticed the tiny frown on your face. She sat up and grabbed your chin between her fingers, gently turning you to face her.

"Why don't you want to go into the water?" she asked, taking off her sunglasses to keep eye contact. "Be honest, detka"

You mumbled something she couldn't understand so she made you say it again but louder. "I can't swim mommy..."

The way you lowered your head in embarrassment made the Witch go all soft in a matter of seconds.

"Oh baby, it's okay. I'm so proud of you for telling me" she praised and opened her arms for you to climb in, petting your head and Wanda can feel how hot your skin is against hers.

She pulls a bit away to look at you again before asking. "You want me to teach you how to swim?"

"Mhm! But you will pwotect me, right?! I no wanna drown mommy!" you rambled down, clinging onto Wanda for dear life.

The redhead had to chuckle a little, of course she was going to protect you. She would never let anything happen to you, ever.

"I will always protect you." She smiled and got up with you, helping you put on your arm floats.

Wanda took your hand and dragged you closer to the water. The water already went to your knees and you stopped walking when you saw something on the ground.

"Mommy, look! A starfish!" you squealed and pointed at it.

"That's right, smart baby" she smiled and continued to walk further into the water.

Wanda took both your hands in her own and started to instruct you what to do, which you gladly did.

While Wanda was teaching you to swim your uncle Pietro offered to help and was holding you right now, waiting for you to tell him that he could let you go.

"Okay, now come to me, detka!" your Mommy encouraged you to swim on your own for the first time.

You took some deep breaths and got in position. "Otay, now!"

Pietro let you go and you started kicking your legs to move forward and used your arms even if it was a bit uncoordinated, but after some more swimming in the compound's pool area you will be the best swimmer, your Mommy is sure of that.

"Go printessa! Go!" Pietro cheered and clapped his hands.

Soon you reached Wanda and she turned you around in the water, kissing your salty cheek.

"You did amazing! You were faster than Pietro ever could." she joked and you giggled when you saw how offended the speedster was.

"I demand a swimming race now!" he said and Peter raised his hand shouting 'me too!'.

"I would also like to join that race of yours." Thor joined the conversation and soon you started to see who was the fastest.

Wanda watched with amusement and was just happy to see you having so much fun with the others and now even learned how to swim.

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#💐 anon #little!reader #little reader #mommy!wanda x little!reader #mommy!wanda maximoff #mommy wanda x little reader #mommy wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x little reader #wanda x little!reader #mommy!wanda maximoff x little!reader #mommy wanda maximoff x little reader #mommy!wanda

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: back at it again with dark!mommy Wanda, they're falling into... something now

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; there's just a general angst undertone of this because of this situation, but no one is getting hurt and everything is fairly soft; lactation kink; a lot of cuddling; mommy kink; Wanda's powers (subtle mind control just for tongue loosening)

words: 2.7K

summary: As It Was AU; the longer this Wanda stays, the more you want to be close to her. Even so, there are certain things you're too scared to ask for

As It Was AU. || main masterlist.

You’d lost track of how long this Wanda had been with you now, but each morning when you awoke she was there. It was odd how natural it felt when you’d been without her for so long, but whenever you thought about it too hard, Wanda was by your side and drawing your attention to something else, something kinder.

She wasn’t the same, even in switching her full red suit for silk loungewear or tying her hair back how your Wanda often did when she was tired of it in her face. Still, she settled you into the routine you’d fallen out of upon being left alone. But now you were never alone.

Wanda rarely let you leave her side,insisting on fussing over even the smallest sniffle you might make. If it were anyone else, you might be annoyed, but Wanda, different as she was, you relished being looked after. It was hard to be completely comfortable around her, sometimes she’d snap for the smallest of things, annoyed when you didn’t react as expected, but you were learning. She’d given up so much for you, it was only fair to try your hardest in return.

“Your thoughts are very loud,” She wasn’t looking at you, sitting on the couch and flipping through a book while you shifted awkwardly on the rug. Typically whenever Wanda lounged like that, you’d join her, snuggling close while she wrapped her arms around your midsection and read her favorite passages aloud. Seeing her like that brought back a wave of memories you’d buried deep, but with all of her care, she didn’t hold you during the days or at night. It felt like a betrayal to your Wanda to ask anything of this new one, but you were inexplicably drawn to her. Brash as she could be, there was always a softness when she touched you and she never laid a hand on you that wasn’t gentle, almost reverent. Your heart yearned for her. “Did you need something?”

She could have you under her thumb in an instant with her magic, but she preferred for you to come to her willingly. Sure, she’d tamped down the more immediate concerns you had, flicking away any ideas of telling any of your friends how she’d come to be here— there was no need for them anymore anyways. She was the only person you truly needed and as such, it was only a matter of time that you sought her out. And she did so love watching you squirm as you did so.

“Use your big girl words or I can’t help.” Wanda finally looked up at you, placing her book in her lap where you so badly wanted to be. You couldn’t tell her though, it was too much. It wasn’t a new thing, something you and your love did whenever you grew stressed or overwhelmed… all you wanted was a cuddle.

Your feet shuffled you closer until your legs touched her bent ones, the faint hint of skin to skin contact making you yearn desperately for more. “Do you.. I mean- is it okay if I sit there?” You were pointing at her lap while the words rushed from your mouth, shuffling back and forth on the rug. Fear of rejection grew each moment of silence you suffered and it was only when the first few tears pricked at the corners of your eyes that Wanda spoke up.

“Of course, sweetheart, come here.” In a brief moment of courage, you clambered into her lap, scooting the book out of the way and nearly hitting her in the face in your haste. She moved to avoid your clumsy limbs as much as she could, but eventually Wanda was the one who held your arms down and settled you over her thighs. The you she knew always loved laying fully atop her, joking that you were her special blanket— if the pleased hum against her throat was any indication, you were still a fan of this position. “I’m not going anywhere, you didn’t have to race.”

Instantly you felt embarrassed, remembering yet again that you were still getting to know this version of Wanda. Vulnerability wasn’t something you gave easily, but something about this variant made you more comfortable even when there was a niggling voice at the back of your brain to think better of it. Whether it was fully your choice or not to ignore it was unknown, but Wanda always said it was easier to let her think about those things; she’d take good care of you no matter what. If there was one thing this Wanda did nearly the same as yours was focus on your well being above all else and that trait alone was convincing. “Sorry, mo-”

You stopped yourself before the title fully emerged; it was one thing to get used to her around the house, but you’d never called her anything. Wanda referred to herself as you knew she wanted to be addressed, but you simply couldn’t. As many nights as you cried yourself to sleep, mourning the loss of Wanda, sobbing out for your mommy, it didn’t feel just right yet to acknowledge this variant as that. She never pressed it, Wanda knew you’d see reason soon enough. Whether you were ready to admit it or not, she was your mommy and deep down you needed her just as badly as she did you.

The gentle smile she offered paired with a kiss to the tip of your nose didn’t help resist giving in to her fully. Nor did the way she guided your head to her shoulder, petting your hair while she adjusted just enough to hold her book. Wanda was so good at subtle manipulation, you didn’t realize she was only distracting you while she searched your brain for your lingering reservations. The sooner you let your guards down the better and yes, her magic was helping you drop them faster, but the stubborn part of Wanda wanted your submission to be your choice at least in part.

You were just so damn difficult sometimes, but she knew what made you tick.

Wanda let her book float only to allow both hands on your prone form, but she was hardly reading anymore. Her focus was on the thoughts rolling through your consciousness, listening to you fight whether to fully snuggle into her or stay right where you were. “You look cold, dearest, let me put the blanket over you.” To both of your surprise, you actually whined when you thought she was going to move you away from her, but you calmed as soon as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. The blanket fell over you easily, covering you both in a toasty cocoon. Of course she worried for your comfort, but she was also privy to the knowledge that warmth rendered you oh so cute and sleepy, perfectly pliable and more willing to give in.

“You’re comfy…” From what you could see, Wanda had gone back to her reading and even though her hand remained on your shoulder blade, a slight pout carved its way out of your features. You were so sure you’d feel better if you could just be close to Wanda, her attention was key; it was that exact need for attention that Wanda bet on winning out. “What are you reading?”

The redhead hummed, nuzzling her cheek into the top of your head while her free hand slid to the next page with the help of a red stroke. You grew more fidgety every moment she stalled your question, your nose poking into her neck as if to remind her of your presence. As if she could ever forget. “A book that’s way too much for you, don’t worry about it. You just rest right here and keep quiet while I finish up.”

You agreed to be quiet, relenting just enough to burrow deeper until you laid on her chest. Her heart beat steadily under your new pillow, what had been your favorite place to rest your head. The silence let you think in peace, choosing to focus on the security you felt with Wanda back. Even if she wasn’t exactly yours, she could be and with each passing day, you felt your resolve weaken. Her hand had traveled from your shoulder to your lower back now and the patterns she was tracing at the base of your spine was just the type of treatment Wanda knew you melted for.

Nimble fingers did wonders for letting you fall into submission, but the more you focused on them, the more you wanted those fingers elsewhere. Wanda was fully aware of how you preferred to fall asleep; warm, held, and your mouth around something. There was no way the witch didn’t know that about you, especially if she claimed to be just as close with your variant as you were with hers— if Wanda knew, that meant she could help. But you’d asked so much already, stepping out of your comfort zone and lying defenseless atop the woman who practically held you hostage in your own home… you dreaded the thought of having to ask for yourself. Your Wanda always just gave you wanted, but with this one, she wanted to prove a point. She’d only give you what you asked for when you told her; you wondered what good it would do to let her hear what she wanted most.

While your brain fought through its issues, Wanda decided to go easy on you, offering you at least something until you were ready to ask for what you truly wanted. “Open up, let me see that pretty mouth.” Wordlessly, you were parting your lips, moaning as soon as her fingertips rubbed the rough surface of your tongue. She pushed them in further and you closed quickly, trapping them carefully before Wanda could change her mind. Her digits managed to move just enough to maneuver in and out, watching your eyes roll. “Such a sweet thing, sucking my fingers so gently… All you had to do was ask.”

You groaned, a deep needy sound, reverberating around her hand while her fingers stilled along the length of your tongue. It was good, yes, sating part of your need, but not enough. After a few moments you grew wiggly once more, your own fingers fidgeting with the hem of Wanda’s silk tank. It was so soft and smooth, you could feel everything, every shift she made, but more torturously you could see the thing you desired most. Her pert nipple lay such a short distance from you, ever so peaked from the chill in the air— when you subconsciously licked the pads of Wanda’s fingers, you were fully treating them as if they’d actually give you’d been missing.

You didn’t dare slip your hand under her shirt, no matter how desperate you felt; if you overstepped too far, there was no chance she’d give in. Slowly you let her fingers go, the chill on her fingers drawing Wanda’s attention from her book yet again. “What’s wrong, little one?”

Just that question had you whining, frustrated yet again that she couldn’t just tell what you wanted. To your knowledge, of course, in reality Wanda was deep in your head and she knew exactly what you were struggling to ask. She loved how you fussed with your lip, trying to take that final step out loud. Wanda was more patient with you than she ever had been, mostly to ensure you felt comfortable above all else, but when your frustration was yet again springing tears, she took matters into her own hands.

Maybe one day she wouldn’t have to manage your thoughts, but either way, she didn’t mind. It was all for your own good; there was no need to stress over something she could so easily help with. “Mommy?”

“Yes, love?” She hadn’t had to influence you much to get the title out of you; it’d been hovering on your lips since that first night. The compulsion to call her your mommy had grown nearly overwhelming and although you never thought that word would cross your lips for as long as you lived, an odd sense of comfort fell over you as soon as you acknowledged her. Wanda waited so patiently, even as you mumbled your wishes so quietly she could barely make out what you were asking for. Poor little thing, still so shy… luckily for you, she was in a good mood. “You’re asking as if I wouldn’t give it to you… Lift your head, just a bit.”

You did as you were told, even holding back a whine when you were forced to shift your comfy position. It was all worth it as soon as Wanda was pulling down the front of her loose fitting tank, exposing her chest to your longing gaze. You laid down again as she guided you into place, your arms winding around her slim midsection effortlessly. Eager lips wrapped around her nipple without another word, acting on impulse before you could risk another thought of regret. Sweet milk flowed into your mouth as you sucked steadily and the familiarity of such an intimate activity might’ve set you at ease if you weren’t so pleased. Your whole body felt pleasantly limp, warm and comforted as Wanda rubbed your back and cooed sweet nothings to you. “My sweet girl, this is what you really wanted? Drinking mommy while I snuggle you?”

“Mmph..” Your head nodded slowly, just enough to confirm before your eyes slid shut. Truly, you have no intention of zoning out as much as you did, but Wanda’s hand was in your hair, manicured nails scratching at your scalp so methodically, you couldn’t help but give in. Every muscle in your body relaxed so heavily, there was no way Wanda wasn’t taking your whole weight atop hers, but she’d never complain. After all of the trial and error, the searching and frustration, she finally had the thing she wanted most.

Maybe she could be a little overbearing, but the opportunity to have you here, safe and protected, was worth more than anything she’d sacrificed. You were all worth it.

Wanda could tell you were growing tired when your mouth went slack, your head heavy on her chest. It was no secret that you fought sleep, even now when she’d come for you; since your Wanda died, you’d never known peace. She was determined to be that peace again for you once more. One delicate finger ran over the corner of your mouth, wiping away the bit of excess you’d messily left behind. “Feel better? Are you sleepy now?” Wanda chuckled as you hiccupped against her sternum, patting your back as she bundled you both in your favorite blankets.

“Please don’t leave…” It was your deepest fear, the biggest thing holding you back from letting this Wanda into your heart. If this one left too, so would the last of your soul. You snuggled deeper into the couch, wished you could hold her hard enough to come close to matching her strength. Whenever Wanda wanted to leave, she could leave and the very thought of another one of your loves being ripped away made your eyes red with unshed tears. “I don’t want to be by myself.”

“Oh no no, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that ever again.” Wanda gave you a tight squeeze, nuzzling her nose into the crown of your head. “Why would I come all this way to leave you? You’ll see, just wait,” She scooted herself down until she could lay comfortably on the wide couch, never once letting her grip on you wane. A bed would be easier, but you still refused to go in there, even if that was where she slept— she’d work on that later, today was already enough for you. Tonight you let her hold you on the couch and that was enough. “Every day you’ll wake up and I’ll be right here for you and soon you’ll forget you were ever on your own.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #mommy!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff imagine #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #dark!wanda x reader #as it was au #wanda maximoff au #motts writes.#maximotts

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sloaneispunk · 2 years

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Kids

Summary: You were a friend of Stark, him knowing you because of Parker. You had supernatural powers and Tony thought that you would come in useful when he had to go against Steve in the Civil War. There you met The Scarlet Witch, but she was nothing like you’d expected, she was straight up adorable

“Such a show-off.” You playfully scoffed at Parker as he swung through the air above you, laughing at how slow you were compared to him.

“Not my fault you’re slow, Y/n. I giess I’m just b-” Before he could even finish his sentance, you swung himself right into a pole, not noticing it when he was talking to you.

“Look out!” You said as you ran off, leaving him with the man with the metal arm and the wannabe bird guy.

“Thanks!” Peter shouted after you.

You got back to the base of the airport, finding Stark fighting off Captain America. Without hesitation, you raised your hand up, picking the captain off his feet and into a wooden crate far away.

“Thanks, kid. Where’s spider-boy?” Tony asked as he caught his breath.

“Flew into a pole.” You shrugged, making him roll his eyes.

“Find the witch, you could probably keep her company.”

“Fine. See you later, Stark!” You yelled, running off once again.

“It’s Mr. Stark to you!”

A while later, you found the girl Stark was talking about, she had threwn Natasha into the air, away from Clint. You immediately caught the redhead and landed her on the ground safely again.

“Hi there.”

You whipped your head around from looking at Natasha, seeing The Scarlet Witch smiling at you in a distance.

“I’m Wanda.” She introduced herself as the two of you walked towards each other.

“I didn’t ask.” You simply stated, picking her up and doing to her the same thing she did to Natasha.

However, she easily struggled out of your grip on her, catching herself mid-air before she could hit the ground. She flew closer to you, making you frown.

“You’re a fiesty one, where did Stark find you?” She joked.

You weren’t going to deny the fact that she was absolutely stunning, probably the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. She was different from what Tony had said she would be. She wasn’t scary, mean or anything like that. In fact, she seemed nice, well, to you perhaps. You had a hard time concentrating on your task, often getting distracted by her beauty which didn’t fail tp make your stomach do flips over and over again.

“Oh…you’re friends with that spider-thing. How interesting!” She smiled once again at you from above, leaving you confused on how she knew.

“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that.” Wanda said.

That’s when it hit you, she was reading your mind.

“Stop reading my mind.” You snarled back at her.

“Make me.”

That was all you needed to pull her down onto the ground, using your telekinesis to shove her into different crates all around the airport. But it didn’t take long for her to gain control back, pushing onto your back as you hit your head hard on the ground.

“That hurt.” You whined as she trapped down on the floor with her hovering over you, a few centermeteres away.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” She giggled, booping your nose, making you scrunch.

“I’m Y/n.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath from the fight.

“I knew that, just wanted to talk to you.” A sly smile spread across her face as she talked to you. “Well, I have a job to do, I’ll see you around, Y/n.”

With that, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, closing the gap between the two of you. Your eyes remained open during that few seconds with her lips against yours, clearly shocked, but you weren’t exactly complaining either.

Before you could register what was happening, she pulled away, shooting you a wink before taking off, leaving you alone with your mouth hung wide open.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” Peter screamed like a kid as he ran to you.

He scrambled on his knees and helped you off your laying down position on the floor and back onto your feet, dusting you off in the process.

“Oh god! She broke you!” He said panicking as he stared at your mouth that hung wide open with your gaze still upon Wanda.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp sting on your cheek, making you yelp and retaliate by giving him a hard slap across the face back.

“Jesus! What was that for?!” Peter shouted at you as you turned to face him.

“I don’t know! You hit me first, Park!” You yelled back.

“I was checking to see if you were okay but it seems like you are now!”

“Jesus…” You sighed, running your hand through your hair.

“So what happened?!”

“Nothing! I’m fine!”

“Didn’t look like you were!”

“Kids, kids, kids!” The two of you turned around and saw Tony approaching, “We’re on the same team!”

“Yeah but she started i-” Peter tried to defend himself

“I personally do not care, go out there and make me proud, my children.” Stark retorted as he flew off.

“You heard the old man.” You scolded the younger boy, leaving him sulking to join the rest.

To be continued

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aalyssah · 7 months

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Teach You A Lesson

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Caught, Cursing, Degradation, Face Fucking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Mommy Kink, Names, (Dumb Whore), Praise, Spanking, and Strap On. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,608

Summary: Wanda catches you humping a pillow, and when confronted you lie, causing you to get punished.

A/N: This thing has been sitting in my draft for probably 2 months. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

The sound of Wanda's alarm clock blared through the room, causing you to let out a whine. Wanda reached over and turned off.

She was about to get up, but you grabbed her, pulling her down. "No mommy, don't go." Wanda smiled down at you, brushing some hair out your face. "Detka, I have to. How else am I gonna bring money in?" (baby) You sighed, finally letting her go.

You watched as she took her clothes off, striping each piece of clothing slowly for your view. You whimpered as she taunted you, squeezing her breast. She looked back at you and threw a little wink before entering the bathroom.

You let out a breath you didn't know you had. Early in the morning and she's got you feeling like this. When she came out she was dressed in your favorite shirt, showing half of her cleavage. "Mommy." You whined, closing your eyes.

Wanda tsked at you, bending down to get her heels. "No Y/n. Don't 'mommy' me, wait for me tonight." You whined in protest, bucking your hips in the air. "Please, just one really quickly." Wanda gave you a stern look. "Y/n what did I just say? Wait until tonight."

You finally let out a sigh of defeat, laying on your back. "Yes ma'am." Wanda smiled, coming over and kissing your forehead. "Good girl, now when Mommy gets home I have a surprise for you, so be good." She gave one last kiss and grabbed her purse before walking out the door.

You only sat there staring up at the ceiling. You could feel your clit throbbing for attention, calling out for Wanda's name. Getting up, you went to the kitchen, hoping there was something to distract yourself.

You decided to get up and clean up the kitchen. Washing the dishes, cleaning the counters off, sweeping the floor, you did it all, but nothing took your mind off the feeling between your legs. You even tried watching TV, but not even your favorite show could stop you from thinking about Wanda.

You made your way back to the room in hope for a nap, but it never came. Finally, you grabbed your phone and dialed her number. Within a couple of rings she answered. "Mommy." You could hear shuffling in the background as Wanda walked somewhere.

"What is it, Y/n? Why are you calling?" You spoke. "Please let me touch myself, I can't wait any longer!" You could hear Wanda scoff under breath. "I'm not gonna tell you again. You better not touch yourself." Before you could get a word out Wanda hung up.

Although what Wanda said was clear through your mind, something came inside you that caused you to think otherwise. Without a thought you pulled your panties off and spread your legs. You leaned against the headboard as your hand lazily circled around your clit, your other finger pushing inside you.

You moaned quietly, moving your hips with the movement of your fingers. You cried as you couldn't reach spots that Wanda could.

It wasn't enough.

You traveled across the room and picked up Wanda's panties from last night and returned back to the bed, but this time on her pillow.

You held her panties to your nose, inhaling her sweet scent while grinding on her pillow. The feeling of your clit rubbing against her pillow felt so good. It was almost as if she was here.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda got off early and was already at the front door.

You missed the sound of the keys in the lock and the sound of the door opening. Wanda walked through the door, setting her purse down. "Y/n?" She walked to the kitchen and living room, but you weren't there. She went to the only place left, the bedroom.

As she walked up the steps she could hear the faint nose of moaning, and she already knew what it was. She peeked around the corner instantly seeing you grinding on her pillow with her panties on your face.

She bit lip, trying to control herself. "Having fun?" You froze, eyes shooting open when you heard Wanda's voice. You hopped off the pillow, using the blanket to cover yourself. "Mommy I-" Wanda held a finger up, stopping you from talking. "No, shut up!"

She used her magic to grab your legs and pull you to her. Flipping you on your back, she spanked your ass hard, red handprints left on your butt. You squealed, squirmed, and cried as Wanda spanked you. Hit after another was harsher than the last.

"M-mommy, stop p-please!" Wanda stopped at your command, pulling your hair back to look up at her. "You thought I was playing? You thought I was joking when I said not to touch MY pussy?" You whimpered as Wanda's grip tightened. "C-calm down."

Wanda chuckled darkly. "Oh no detka, you don't make demands here." (baby) Wanda looked down at your scared from. With the snap of her finger, her clothes were off revealing the huge red strap on, hanging on her waist.

You gulped at the size. Wanda only brings that out for punishments, and it looks like she was gonna abuse your pussy. "Open." Her eyes were dark as she guided the strap to your mouth, tapping it against your lips. You barely opened your mouth, causing Wanda to shove herself in.

You almost choked when the strap hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Her mouth was in a thin line as she watched you suck her off, letting out little sighs. She thrusted in your mouth without a care of your choked sounds.

You squeezed her thigh hard, fingertips turning white. You tried breathing through your nose and relaxing your jaw, but Wanda was ruthless to your throat. You tried to pull back, but Wanda grabbed at your head.

"You're not going anywhere."

You could feel your throat being abused as Wanda increased her thrust pace, your gags filling the room. At some point Wanda pulled away, letting you breathe. You could barely close your mouth from the amount of pain your jaw was in after being forced open.

She grabbed your shirt and tore it off, slapping your breast. "Ow, Mommy that hurts!" Wanda ignored you, grabbing the strap and teasingly pushing it at your entrance. You whined as she came close to slipping in before pulling out

You bucked your hips up, attempting to meet her, but she quickly slapped your thigh. "Don't." You laid flat on your back, mouth dropping open as she slowly pushed in you. You moaned, finally feeling relief from earlier.

Wanda's mouth was in a thin line as she started off rough, thrusting in you. You squealed at the sudden fast pace. The strap slid in and out fast, catching Wanda's eyes. "Look at how easy my cock goes in. You're such a dumb whore, messing with your my cunt." You were screaming in pleasure, trying to grip at anything.

You held the bedsheets, wrinkling the sheets beneath you. You could only whine and squirm in her tight hold, feeling the tip of the strap hit such deep places.

"S-slow dow-" You couldn’t get a full sentence out with the amount of pleasure she was putting you through. Wanda's facial expression was stern, but her mouth was open, letting out a few breathy moans.

This wasn't about her, this was about you and your punishment. She let out small grunts, the loud clapping echoing around the room. You squirmed in her tight hold, trying to scoot back from her, but a loud slap was placed on the back of your thigh, a whimper sliding past your lips.

"Stop moving, this is your fault." You moaned loudly, feeling Wanda's thrust grow hard and deep. She was quick to guide your legs over her shoulder and lean forward.

You almost grew cross eyed at the feeling of her being deeper than before. Wanda's hips were pounding against yours, her moans growing more evident. She looked down to play with your clit when she noticed the huge bulge of your stomach.

Her eyes rolled back, wishing she used her magic to get a cock, so she could feel you around her.

You whined pathetically feeling yourself near the end. You opened your mouth to warn her. “M-mommy, I wanna- wanna cu-” Wanda laughed at the stuttering and little babbles that left your mouth.

It was hard to form a sentence, spit pooling your lips. Wanda reached down and rubbed your clit, egging you on. “Come on baby, cum for Mommy.” You moaned feeling Wanda’s skillful fingers playing with your clit.

Your legs shook as your body grew weak. Your back arched your back, your sensitive erect nipples hitting her chest. You were cumming and you didn’t even know it. Black was in your vision as you came, Wanda’s pace never slowing down.

You finally gained consciousness and couldn’t help, but feel sore. Wanda was still brutally plowing into you with the strap, and your poor body was sore and sensitive, ready for Wanda to be done.

“M-mommy.” You whined, attempting to reach your hands out and cover your body. “S-sensitive.” Wanda kept thrusting in you before stopping after one hard thrust, a scream coming from you.

She slowly pulled out, a painful whine falling from your lips. "I'm sorry detka, y'know I hate punishing you, but I had to teach you a lesson." She said with a sorry tone, picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.

If there’s one thing you know it’s that you’ll never play with yourself without Mommy’s permission.

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Meet the Fam!

Summary: Natasha and Wanda have 8 children, and they love them all 25/8. 25 hours a day/8 days a week. This is an introduction to the series and this family.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, parents!WandaNat x daughter!reader

Words: 5.5k~

Warnings: NON CANON AU, mentions of child abuse, child neglect, and child abandonment, a very sick baby girl, emergency birth, I get a little long winded, but what’s new?

Not really a warning, just a heads up: This series obviously has A LOT of original characters, specifically child original characters. If oc’s aren’t really your thing, this one may not be for you.

Let me know if I missed some!

A/N: I had a lot of fun brainstorming and world building for this one, so I decided to share a little bit of background information before we jump into the real fic. This one is oc heavy, so I felt the need to really introduce them, so I chose to do so in headcanon/brainstorming format 🙃 Also, this is a non canon AU, so I also felt the need to give you a tidbit of WandaNat’s back ground before all the kiddos came along. Some of these are longer than others and that’s just because I felt those needed a bit explaining for context. Tell me what you think and if you want more!

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Meet the Maximoff-Romanoff’s!

Starting with moms:

Wanda Django Maximoff-Romanoff

daughter of Olek and Iryna Maximoff

twin sister of Pietro Maximoff

wife of Natasha

born in Sokovia

Her family moved to New York when she was a teenager because her father had a job opportunity.

Her mother decided to open a rather small restaurant to serve food from her country proudly.

and she does well.

Wanda starts off helping in the front of house with her brother

Eventually, she moves to the kitchen where she really learns to shine. She soaks up everything her mother has to teach her.

Once she has mastered everything on the current menu, she starts experimenting. Creating completely new dishes or taking her own Sokovian spin on traditional American foods.

Before long she is teaching her mother new recipes almost weekly. These are then added to the menu.

The restaurant really starts to thrive, pulling people from all of the city into their little hole in the wall, after a year or two of this.

Wanda is about to turn 18 and finish school. She makes a decision to continue her education at a culinary school.

She learns fast and quickly becomes a star pupil.

She gets her degree and returns to New York and helps her parents build the restaurant even further.

They do so well that they can move locations to a much larger venue, and they continue to grow in popularity and prestige. They offer authentic Sokovian food to a community that hasn’t really experienced before, along with Wanda’s masterful creations that blended well know dishes with Sokovian cuisine.

Eventually, her parents decide to take a step back. They still work in the restaurant when needed, but the management and ownership is passed to Wanda.

It’s hers. She owns it. She owns her own restaurant. It’s a dream come true.

The only thing she’s ever wanted more than this is a family of her own,

and soon enough she gets that too.

One night after most of the diners had left, Pietro drags Wanda to the front to introduce her to a friend of his.

Her brother tells her the man’s name, but Wanda doesn’t hear it. She’s too busy trying so hard not to embarrass herself in front of the gorgeous red haired woman sitting at the table with him.

After a short conversation, Wanda excuses herself and turns back to the kitchen mentally kicking herself the whole way.

“Stop it, Wanda. They were clearly on a date. She’s probably straight, so you have no chance.”

She only makes it halfway, and she is stopped by a smooth voice that makes her want to drop her panties.

She turns to find the red head smoothly introducing herself and asking for her number.

‘Natasha, a beautiful name for an even more a beautiful woman,’ Wanda thinks.

She accepts, and the rest is history.

They fall in love and get married in the city. Their families blend seamlessly. It’s almost too good to be true.

They live in the city. Wanda continues to run the restaurant, while Nat patrols.

Wanda always wanted a large family, not really as large of a family that she ended up with, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

She carries and births 5 of their 8 children: Lena, PJ, Alex, Tommy and Billy.

When she is pregnant with the first set of twins, her and Nat make the decision to move out of the city. They buy a 5 bedroom up state.

Wanda decides to step back from the restaurant to focus on the babies for a while.

She still owns and manages it from afar, but she has a great staff, talented chefs, loyal managers, and a dedicated team to keep the restaurant on its feet and living up to reputation Wanda had built.

After Y/n and Alex are born and grow to the age they need to be in a daycare for most of the day, Wanda feels the need to get out and do something.

She receives an offer to teach at a local culinary school, and she jumps at the opportunity

She absolutely loves it.

Teaching other people as passionate about cooking as she is, watching their skills grow is exhilarating.

With the restaurant and teaching, Wanda feels a sense of peace that she can support her family and continue to support her family as it grows.

and grows and grows and grows

Natasha Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

the adopted daughter of Melina and Alexei Romanoff

older sister of Yelena

she was born in Russia

Her birth parents were killed in a car crash when she was very young, and she was sent to an orphanage for girls, The Red Room.

She was there for a few years before she met a little girl named Yelena, a girl much younger than her who just looked scared.

Natasha comforted and cared for her and continued to do so for a year.

It was then a man and woman came in looking to begin their family.

They were taken by Yelena. They spoke to her and played with her before picking her up.

The blonde girl looked frantically for the older girl with fury red hair, but she had gone to steal a snack from the kitchen for Yelena.

Natasha hears screaming and rushes to where she left Yelena.

Two strangers are walking towards the door with her little sister Yelena.

The blonde thrashes in their arms until she’s eventually released and runs straight to Natasha gripping her tightly.

The two of them had become very close, near inseparable.

and that was lowering their chances of being adopted. No one wants to take in two kids.

The strangers leave, and Natasha thinks that she just cost Yelena a good life with those two could have been parents.

but that chance was lost forever.

Until only a week later, when they return with an interest in both girls.

Natasha is 8 when she is adopted along with her official little sister.

They lived in Russia for a few years before moving all the way to Ohio. They stayed there for the rest of Natasha’s childhood.

Her mother Melina taught psychology at a local university. Her father became a police officer.

Somehow both Natasha and her sister decide to follow in his footsteps and become police officers as well.

Eventually Natasha decides to leave the suburban life to move to New York. She works and makes connections.

One day a friend of hers and fellow officer, Steve asks her to try a restaurant that is supposed to be amazing.

“A friend of mine is the owner’s brother; he can get us in.”

The food definitely lives up to the hype.

Natasha is already thinking of when she can come back next when a man approaches the table with a woman in tow.

The most breathtaking woman Natasha has ever seen.

Steve introduces the brother, Pietro, and he introduces his sister the head chef and owner of the restaurant.

Nat compliments the food and gets only a quiet thanks but a completely genuine smile in response.

As the woman, Wanda, walks back to the kitchen, Nat feels like she’s losing her chance.

She quickly chases her down and introduces herself properly and goes for it. By the grace of whatever god there is above, the chef accepts, and Natasha will be forever grateful she did.

She adores Wanda more and more with every interaction.

They get married and decide to start a family of their own.

Unlike her wife, Natasha has always wanted a family as large as they have.

She wanted carry children, to form new lives inside her and love them with every thing she had.

However, she carried and birthed only 1 of their 8 children.

Y/n is a miracle child. One they thought they had lost before she got a chance at conception, but she was there, hiding in plain sight.

The pregnancy that followed was a typical one more or less.

excluding the fact that her wife was also pregnant at the time.

Twice the cravings, twice the mood swings, twice the hormones and the sex drive to go with it.

Pregnancy sex is much harder to accomplish when both members have swollen stomachs.

All goes well until an emergency c-section was performed and Natasha was rushed into surgery.

When she wakes, the first thing she thinks is that she misses her baby. Her flat stomach evidence that her ride along is no longer riding along.

She instantly misses holding the child inside her. She’ll just have to convince Wanda to have a fifth child, so she can carry again.

Nat looks up to find Wanda with red eyes and a terrified expression. She can’t help but think the worst.

Her baby is gone.

“no no no no no no, please no”

Wanda quickly jumps up quelling her fears, Y/n ok, she’s here and healthy, but there was more.

“Nat, I had to make a decision.”

She explains what happened, the complication, the possible outcomes

“It was your uterus or your life.”

Wanda knows how much carrying children meant to her wife, and she had taken that from her.

Nat grieved for a moment.

Her only consistent dream in life was to fall in love and carry children.

That option is now gone

but if the other possibility was Natasha missing out on life with her wife and children, she knew Wanda made the right choice.

She carried Y/n.

She fulfilled that dream. Now, to love them for the rest of her life.

“She is ok?”

“She’s fine. Healthy and so beautiful, lyubov. She has your hair.”

Nat smiles, “that’s all that matters to me.”

She kisses her wife without a drop of resentment in her heart.

She eventually goes back on the job and just watches her children grow.

They all have different personalities, likes and dislikes.

Natasha’s favorite is when she watches them find their passion and chase it.

…now for the kiddos

Lena Iryna Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

one of “the big twins”

Natasha and Wanda’ very first born child

the biological daughter of Wanda and a male donor

born 18 mins before her twin Pietro

Named after her Aunt Yelena

At the age of two, she saw an old home video of Natasha dancing ballet in a recital and begged to dance like her.

She began lessons at the age of three and has danced till this day. She improves more and more with every year.

She’s very talented.

As a junior in high school, she has been recruited to dance in college even a professional ballet company showed interest in her.

However, she wants to be a lawyer.

specifically a family lawyer after witnessing the adoptions of two of her little siblings first hand

She has the grades for it. She’s not in the very top of her class, but she is not far below them.

In true first kid fashion, when she’s not dancing or studying? she is probably helping with the little kids.

not because her moms force her to

They would never force her to.

She just likes looking after them.

Once she and PJ are old enough to drive, she often times acts as a school bus picking up her siblings on her way home, after her ballet rehearsals of course.

When moms say “the big twins are in charge”

…what they mean is “Lena is in charge.”

and everyone knows it but PJ.

Pietro Leonid Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

“PJ”

one of the “big twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

He was born 18 mins after his sister, and it kills him.

He’s named after his Uncle Pietro, but everyone calls him PJ.

It started as a family joke.

As soon as the twins were born, everyone got confused calling them both Pietro.

So little Pietro became Pietro Jr around family.

No one really knows when it got shortened to PJ, but it’s stuck ever since.

He’s a pretty calm child,

but he can be a rascal when he wants to be.

April fool’s day is his favorite day of the year.

He won’t admit it, but his little brother Alex is his best friend and often coconspirator.

He is currently a junior in high school. He does well in school, not as well as his twin, but still above average, and he’s ok with that.

Like his uncle Pietro he’s fast

like really fast

which is a huge help when he plays soccer. He finally got moved up to varsity his junior year,

and he is PUMPED about it.

He’s not really sure what he wants to do after graduation. Whether to go to college or a trade school.

If he goes to college, he has no idea what he would want to study?

Sifting through the options can be a little overwhelming.

but moms reassure him that he’s only a junior.

“There’s plenty of time to think about it.”

Y/n Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

the only biological child of Natasha

They were fortunately able to use the same donor as the twins.

Originally, they thought the implantation didn’t take. Months later they learned that Natasha was in fact pregnant.

because it’s the same donor, she’s technically a half-sibling with her brothers and sister,

but she’s definitely a whole sibling you know what I mean?

lovingly nicknamed by her moms as their “secret agent”

due to her inexplicable ability to fly under the radar… since conception, literally.

Only four months older than her brother, Alex

technically making them “Irish twins”

but she’s a year ahead of him in school.

Her birthday falls just before the age cut off date between the grades. So she’s the youngest of her class, and he’s among the older in his.

Now a sophomore in high school, her grades are average, mostly because she dedicates so much of her time to music.

She is arguably the quietest out of all her siblings, with the exception of maybe Max.

except when she’s practicing her violin.

When Y/n was three, her moms asked her if she wanted to dance ballet like Lena. She just shrugged, and they let it go.

When Y/n is four, her sister Lena begged to go see a real ballet.

So moms took Y/n along too, thinking if she saw the dancers that might convince her.

While her moms and sister watched the dancers, Y/n was solely focused on the orchestra pit.

After that every time she got to pick music in the car, she asked for “ballet music” (of course, her moms knew exactly what she meant).

When she learned the names of all the instruments, her answer quickly changed to “violins please.”

For her 5th birthday she gets her first violin, she began lessons.

After 10 years of playing, she is good.

like really really good

not because she’s a prodigy or anything

She’s good because she wants to be, so she works hard for it.

Y/n practices all the time.

To the point that her siblings start to complain, especially when she first started.

As much as they hate to think it, it got a little frustrating for her moms too.

So they ask her to practice in the basement to cancel a bit of the noise.

She spends so much time down there, that when she’s 10, they redecorate the basement and turn it into Y/n’s new bedroom.

She absolutely loves it.

Lena is trying to convince Y/n to play for one of her ballet recital solos. Of course Y/n is gonna say yes, she looks up to her big sister too much not to.

Between how much time she spends in her room practicing and how quiet she can be and the whole “secret agent” thing she’s got going on, she’s prone to slipping through the cracks in terms of attention from her moms.

but Wanda and Natasha make a conscious effort to keep that from happening every chance they can.

Alexei Lev Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

“Alex”

biological son of Wanda and the same donor as his older siblings

He’s named after Natasha’s father, but he goes by Alex for similar to reasons to PJ.

Conceived at a point when everyone believed Natasha was not pregnant, he’s only four months younger than his sister.

So together they are kinda like Wanda and Nat’s second set of twins

…except also not.

The one thing to know about Alex, is that he is a class clown.

The class clown of all class clowns

The Class Clown King, if you will

Since he was very little, he’s always trying to make people laugh.

So much so, that it tended to get him in trouble at school with an ill-timed or disruptive joke.

Though now that he is in high school, he has managed to bring his number of detentions down to one a semester.

Only a freshman and he’s trying to start a comedy club at school.

His joking spirit is why he so easily agrees to many of PJ’s practical jokes. Sharing a room with his older brother makes their scheming even easier.

When he’s not in school or trying to make someone laugh, he likes to swim in the local swim league.

He’s not the fastest, but he manages to keep up.

Max Samuel Maximoff-Romanoff

12 years old

originally born Maxwell Jonathan Samuels VI (the sixth)

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when he is two years old

When they adopted him, they decided to keep the name he knew, except changing his middle name to a shortened version of his original last name.

not to honor his parents(you’ll see why in a second), but as more of an homage to all of the Samuels family line that made it possible for Max to even be alive today.

They weren’t exactly trying to add to their family at the time, but this little guy practically fell in their laps,

and then immediately into their hearts as well.

Nat first met Max when she and her partner at the time took a call to his house for a domestic dispute.

While trying to deescalate the situation with the man and woman, Natasha noticed a very young child watching the whole thing.

By his size, he couldn’t be but maybe a year or year and a half old max (pun intended).

He was a bit dirty which was a bit of a red flag, but between PJ and Alex, she knows how little boys can be. She decides to give his parents the benefit of the doubt on it.

Natasha’s partner took care of the parents, and she took care of little man.

First thing she noticed is that he was so sweet.

He smiled when she picked him up and played with her for a couple hours while the whole ordeal was settled and a next of kin came to pick him up.

She was called out to that address twice more.

Once for a suspicion of hard substance abuse which ended up being unfounded at the time, but the condition of the house had greatly deteriorated.

Natasha found Max alone in his room with a handful of bruises in multiple stages of healing. He was a little dirty and very hungry.

With not enough evidence to do anything more, they had to leave, but Nat put in a report to child services immediately.

She was called out there again only a few weeks later when a woman called in saying she found a missing child. A stranger found Max in only a diaper completely alone wandering outside in the street.

The blessed woman scooped him up out of harms way and sat with him on the sidewalk until police showed up.

When Natasha pulls up, he somehow recognizes her from the previous two times he’s seen her and immediately runs into her arms.

She scoops him up in a hug and walks him across the street to his house, where she finds both his parents passed out on the couch clearly intoxicated.

While she is happy to see sweet Max again, it’s safe to say Nat’s angry.

She’s absolutely enraged.

She arrests both parents on the spot for child neglect with a suspicion of child abuse (three strikes, am I right?)

Natasha hates to part with the little guy, but he is taken into child services until his parents situation is figured out.

A few months later, Max’s parents where also charged with several drug charges along with the child abuse and neglect charges.

They were found guilty on all and will be in prison for a very, very long time,

and Max was being put up for adoption.

The day she heard that, Natasha went home and after the kids were asleep, she all but begged Wanda to consider.

“He’s the sweetest kid.”

“His parents were screaming at each other in the other room and he was just happy to play with me.”

“He recognized me.”

“He spent all day alone in the sun, but he smiled and ran straight to me.”

“You’d love him, detka.”

It didn’t take much convincing to have her wife agreeing to consider,

and after only one visit with Max, Wanda’s decided he is theirs.

The two mothers spent a few hours playing with the boy inside the child services center.

He ended up falling asleep in Wanda’s arms. She hated the thought of him waking up without them there.

She hated the thought of leaving this building without him even more,

but the visit was over.

Nat and Wanda both kissed his head and whispered to the sleeping boy, assuring they will see him again soon, and one day they’ll be together for good.

Many visits and several weeks later, they finally take him home.

Max’s four older siblings loved him on sight. They all wanted to play with him and fought over who got to sit next to him at the dinner table.

He fits in like he was always meant to be there, because he was.

He is a total snuggle bug which his moms savor before he gets older and reaches out for them less.

However as he grows up and gets more independent, he keeps his sweet nature.

If he sees someone is sad or not feeling well, he always does something to make them smile and feel a little better.

When his little brothers were born, he was moved into the room with his older brothers.

He’s happy because that makes him one of the big kids now!

Like Alex, he likes to swim.

He is definitely the most supportive kid on the team. At swim meets he is constantly running around trying to cheer on all of his friends during their different races.

Now I know no one can know the future, but he’s gonna be a nurse when he grows up.

Trust me on this one.

He knows about his birth parents.

Where they are, why they’re there(as much as a child needs to know and as much as his moms think is appropriate), but he has no memory of them or his adoption.

If he’s asked, he’d probably tell you he’s always been a Maximoff-Romanoff.

Really he was, even before they met him, he belonged with them.

Thomas Ivan Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Tommy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

older twin brother of Billy,

but he’s born only 2 minutes before his brother, so “older twin” doesn’t really mean much here.

If these two had been Natasha and Wanda’s first set of twins, there’s a high possibility they would have been their last kids.

It’s not like they are terrible trouble makers, they are just so rambunctious.

So much energy compacted into so small bodies.

They are the typical set of brothers.

They like to play rough and can be very rowdy. They run around outside and get dirty and catch bugs. Then sometimes, they are so focused on a video game, there is no getting through to them.

The moment Tommy learned to walk, he ran all. the. time.

and he runs fast.

Almost faster than PJ, but unlike his brother, he doesn’t want to really play sports, like soccer or football where speed would be a favorable tool.

No, he doesn’t like the objectives and the rules and trying to get a ball in a net or across a line.

He just likes to run really fast in one direction.

Luckily this year he’s old enough to start running track, which is the perfect extra curricular for him.

Currently he’s in grade school, and he hates when his teachers seem to pay more attention to him than some of the other kids.

“It’s because I’m not as smart as Billy. That’s why they hate me!”

but that’s not true, his moms reassure him.

“You are twins, not clones. You have different strengths, and that is perfectly fine. They just want to help you utilize yours.”

William Olek Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Billy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

younger twin brother of Tommy

It was Natasha who first brought up the idea of having another baby.

The twins were 10, Y/n and Alex were 8, Max was 5,

and suddenly baby fever set in.

“just one more, detka please”

…well “just one more” turned out to be 2 more.

At the first ultrasound, Nat almost passed out much to Wanda’s amusement.

“You knew twins run in my family.”

Just like that their family of 7 became a family of 9.

The older kids, especially Lena, love to help out. “Baby duty” was the only favorable chore.

Very early, they could tell that Billy was smart.

exceptionally smart

As he went through school, this became very apparent.

his scores? highest in the class.

He does extra credit he didn’t need.

Oh, the science fair? He won that.

every year.

He even sometimes sneaks Tommy the answers to their homework when moms aren’t looking. Of course, they notice it every time.

He is one of the strongest players on the chess team.

Nat loves to sit and play chess with him.

When she was first teaching him, she would let him win every now and again. Now, sometimes she has to actually work to keep up with him.

Out of all Wanda’s children, Billy is the one who will never decline to watching sitcoms with her.

When he’s not running around with Tommy, he’s probably hiding somewhere with his nose in a book.

Anastasia Melina Maximoff-Romanoff

3 years old

sometimes referred to as Ana

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when she is only three months old.

Like before, they weren’t looking to have another child.

They were actually against it almost.

7 kids=101 kids, at least that’s what it feels like.

“No more” they agreed.

Then Bruce, a friend of theirs who works as a doctor in the local hospital, asks Wanda to cater an event at the hospital, which her restaurant doesn’t normally do, but for a friend of course she makes an exception.

When she arrives to set up for the event, she goes to find Bruce and he is clearly upset about something.

After some prompting, he begins tell Wanda about the newborn baby girl that was dropped on the steps of the hospital.

She had a cleft lip and a severe lung infection (which she shouldn’t have survived) that will probably leave her with lasting breathing difficulties.

They’ve been treating her for almost 2 months. Her condition is improving, but her lungs are too weak for her to be released.

Worse than that, she is up for adoption, and the process is not going well.

The caseworker assured the hospital that a newborn would be adopted almost immediately, but a month goes by and no one comes.

Not even a case worker has come to visit this tiny girl fighting for her life.

Bruce is so frustrated because he just got off the phone with the caseworker who told him that essentially she’s on the “unwanted list”.

Because of her health issues, she is a less desirable child for adopting parents.

They tell him, these kids usually stay in the system until they age out.

Wanda’s heart drops at the idea of an innocent child never having parents because of a condition that she has no control over.

Bruce shows her a picture of a beautiful baby girl with an oxygen mask and tubes seemingly all over her body. She wears a beanie that is stitched with the name Jane

“How did you know her name?”

Bruce looks down sheepishly, “we don’t… one of the nurses makes them for the Jane Doe’s”

That makes Wanda angry.

She doesn’t even have a name.

After the event, Wanda goes home and breaks down as she lays in bed. Nat holds her, and Wanda sobs as she tells the story.

At the end, they share a look. No words are spoken but a conversation is definitely held.

The mothers decide to think it over for a while.

Less than a week later, they call their case manager.

The process is fast, way faster than Max’s adoption.

It’s like the agency is scared to lose prospective parents for an “unwanted child.”

Nat and Wanda hate that term.

They want their daughter off that list.

She is wanted fiercely.

Two weeks later, they sign the papers.

Anastasia Melina is officially theirs.

She spends another month in the hospital. While the kids are at school, Wanda spends all day with their baby sister. Nat always stops to see Anastasia before she goes home after work. Being friends with their daughter’s doctor helps them sneak around visiting hours.

After the adoption, Anastasia’s condition improves quickly.

Like she knows she has a home and family now, and she can’t be with them until she’s better.

Finally she is strong enough to leave the hospital.

They take her home, and begin life as a family of 10.

Once home Anastasia thrives.

After a surgery for her lip and breathing treatments multiple times a day to strengthen her lungs, she looks nothing like the frail baby in the picture Bruce showed Wanda.

She grows up as the family’s little Princess. Only 3 years old, she is not letting asthma keep her down.

Her big sisters cherish her, finally not just the two of them with all those brothers.

As for all those brothers… let’s just say she has 5 built in personal body guards, and she loves them all.

She absolutely adores her big sisters.

She wants to dance ballet like Lena.

One day, she put on her tutu and little ballet slippers she got for her birthday and ran to Lena.

“I do bawet(ballet) pwease?”

Happily her big sister complies.

She teaches her positions and light warm ups that she’s seen the coaches teach the little little dancers.

Unknown to them Nat watches silently from the doorway, heart full to the brim.

Sometimes if she can hear music coming from Y/n’s door, she will sneakily open the door and dance in the living room to the music.

One day someone closes the door while she’s dancing. So she scoots down the stairs to Y/n’s room.

“Can I dance to your bawet music?”

She squeals when her sister says yes. Anastasia twists around the room while Y/n continues practicing.

Y/n was actually about to quit for the day when Ana came down, but instead she played until the toddler was worn out.

“Can you pway Ewsa?”

Not wanting to tell her no, Y/n plays Let It Go by ear giving it her best try. It’s not perfect, but apparently more than enough for her little sister.

The toddler quickly drags her upstairs to show Mommy. As Anastasia and Wanda listen to her play, she is heard playing throughout the house.

Lena looks up from the couch and asks if she can play a Taylor Swift song. Again Y/n plays by ear and memory.

This rapidly evolved into a kind of game where the family sat and just kept suggesting songs for Y/n to play at random. For the most part she kept up.

After that, the activity would pop up in family game nights every now and again. always requested for by Anastasia.

and let’s be real, no one can say no to her.

She loves all things pink, and lives up to her nickname of Princess. She loves dress up and make believe.

She is a gem the family didn’t know they were missing.

She is a total Mama and Mommy’s girl, which is perfectly fine for them.

They soak it up knowing for sure this is the very last time they will have a child this young again.

Part One: Just a Typical Morning

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POP QUIZ! NO CHEATING!!!

(for those who’ve read this far)

Who can name all 8 kids WITHOUT checking the list again?

Bonus points if they’re in order. Extra bonus points if you get middle names too.

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