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

The CEO

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

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1440

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll be in for a treat.”

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

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

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

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

“She breaks anyone who walks into that room.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, yes, but-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.” Y/N smiles.

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

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

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

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vase-of-lilies · 6 months

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Shh...Just Kiss Me...

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Enhanced!Reader (f)

Warnings: Soft smut, fingering, morning sex, thigh riding, grinding, nudity, boobiesssss, fingering, snuggling, kissing, orgasms, some self-doubt, ranting, interrupting with a kiss lol, mommy kink, sexual intimacy

A/N: This is not a part of the series, only a little drabble for Phase 3 of "Levels of Intimacy." This falls under sexual intimacy. I felt like I needed a break from some of the darker stuff. I hope you like this addition to Levels of Intimacy! I will be working on this series a little more lately, now that I am in a slightly better headspace, but I will also be working on some of the Tiny Verse too, so don't worry!

"Baby, I can hear your mind screaming, whats going on?" Wanda whispers in your ear, her arm snaking around your belly and pulling you against her bare chest. You had woken up no more than five (5) minutes before you heard her voice, your mind silent for a short time. It was when one stupid thought pushed your brain to be racing with thoughts of self-doubt and self-hate. Wanda could feel it...

"Hm? Oh, nothing," You say, leaning back against your girlfriend's chest with a soft sigh, your lie not passing through her. You feel her lips smile against your neck, causing chills to cover your body.

"We both know you are lying sweet girl, now tell me what's going on?" Wanda says softly, assisting you in turning in her arms so you are now facing her. "You can tell me anything, you know," She smiles as she kisses your nose and then up to your forehead.

It was her reassurance that flipped the switch to the dam that held in your tears. Burying your face in Wanda's chest, you sob quietly against her skin. She sighs, her nails drawing soft circles and shapes on your back as she holds you close. The sensations were relaxing, but being in her arms felt even better.

As Wanda listened to your struggles of the week, she really listened. She gave advice when you asked and bit her tongue when you mentioned that one pesky professor. But when your words turned to self-hatred and self-doubt, she cups your cheek and turns your face towards hers. You keep talking, only looking at your girlfriend head-on.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you continued talking, seconds passing before you noticed Wanda's concerned look.

"Wh-whats wrong?" You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "I-I'm sorry if I said t-too much, I just need to stop talking. God why do I tal-" Your rant is cut off by soft lips against your own. The kiss takes you by surprise, but it helps you relax further into Wanda's arms.

"Shh, дорогой (sweetheart)..." Wanda whispers against your lips, cupping your cheek. Her intent was to mute the thoughts trailing in your head and by your reaction, she succeeded. You don't protest, staying silent as Wanda takes care of you. "Just kiss me..." She whispers against your lips again.

Her hand trails from your cheek, to the back of your head, and down to the nape of your neck. She pulls your head closer to her, sucking in every ounce of love you'll give her. Your lips and hers mold together in a kiss that could end anyone's racing mind. And god, did it put yours to rest.

To deepen the kiss, she rolls over and pulls you on top of her, your legs straddling her waist. "Such a good girl, малышка (little one)," A smile spreads across your lips and you can't help but giggle at how much you love Wanda. Staring at her from above, even after just waking up, her beauty was stupefying. All you could do was ogle at her.

Wanda tilts her head, a half smile on her face. "What are you thinking, принцесса (princess)? What is going through that beautiful mind of yours?" You wait before you answer, shaking your head while biting your lip.

"I just love you, and I don't know what I would do without you," Your eyes sparkle in the dim light of the morning sun, Wandas doing the same. "That's all," You smile down at her.

Wanda sits up so her back is against the headboard with you sitting perfectly in her lap. Your chest meets hers as you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a hug. She hides her head in the crook of your neck and kisses your skin softly, moving up to your jaw and back to your lips.

"My beautiful girl, so sweet and just for me," Wanda loved to shower you with words of affirmation and you absolutely loved it. Every single word that she said about you made the butterflies in your belly flutter every time. "Mmm, move your hips, baby, just like that..."

With Wanda's hands now on your sides, she guides you to move your pussy against her thigh. A moan leaves your lips as you lean forward against her chest, whimpering as her left-hand moves from your waist to your breast, rubbing your nipple like a little ball of clay. All of these sensations pull together a sense of euphoria, and you can't help but arch your back in response.

She helps you move faster, your aching clit rubbing perfectly against her skin. "There you go, baby, good girl..." She whispers in your ear, her lips planting open-mouth kisses to your neck. The room fills with the aroma of sex, and sweat starts to form on your body. Your moans got louder, and at this point, Wanda knew that you were close to your orgasm.

"That's it, зайка (precious), I know you're close, just let go," She looks up at you, your face contorting to an expression of pleasure. A face that Wanda can't get enough of. Her arms move around your back, holding you against her body while you came, a whimper of satisfaction and orgasmic relief muffled in against Wanda's neck.

"Good girl, good girl cumming for mommy..."

As she continues to hold you, she pulls your right leg from between hers and has you wrap your legs around her waist. You were in just the perfect position for Wanda, you pussy wide open and wet. "How about one more, sweet girl?" She asks, her hand dipping between your legs and her fingers moving lazily around your clit.

A moan is all she gets for an answer, and that is really all she needs. Gently, two fingers prod at your tight hole, Wanda's thumb continuing to rub your clit in hopes of relaxing you. "It's ok, sweetheart, let mommy in. Let her take away all those pesky thoughts." Your body obeyed her, allowing your walls to loosen just enough for her fingers to slide all the way in, the knuckles of the two barely peeking from outside of your hole.

"Look at you, taking my fingers. It's like you were made for me darling," Her words sparked so much joy inside of you, and you smile against her shoulder as your sensitive pussy is played with. Her thumb continues to roll around your clit, her fingers pumping in and out.

Startled by the sudden movement, you yelp in pleasure as Wanda's hand turns, a third finger poking your entrance while her palm grinds against your button. Your soft, wet walls pulse around her digits as she moves them faster, your own fingernails dragging against the skin of her back.

"M'gonna cum again, mommy, o-oh please," You beg in her ear, your second orgasm coming closer by the second. The moans that leave your mouth get higher, faster, and louder as you cum for a second time, your mind going blank as your body shakes in Wanda's arms.

Slowing down, she helps you ride out your orgasm, smiling as you fall limp against her. She kisses your slightly damp forehead and tickles your back softly.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" She asks, and you let out a quiet chuckle.

"Much better," You mumble, smiling as Wanda lays back down, you still comfy on her chest.

"Get some more rest, sweetheart," She pauses and gently lifts your head up. Pressing a kiss to your lips, you see her smirk. "I'm craving breakfast in bed, and I know I'll be starving..."

The two of you share much-needed laughter and love, allowing the vulnerability of being with each other.

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bellaveux · 1 year

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APOCALYPSE | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: part two! of “your lips, my lips…” fic | on the night of the party, wanda decides that tonight is the night you two stop being friends.

content warnings: MNDI. slight fluff, fuckgirl!wanda x fem!reader, best friend!wanda, soft dom!wanda, jealous!wanda, best friends to lovers, subtle confessions, slight natasha romanoff x reader, mentions drinking alcohol and drugs, smut 18+; soft dom!wanda, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), overstimulation, slight thigh riding, marking/hickeys

word count: 5.2k+

The bass thumped in the background as the students danced and laughed around her, but Wanda couldn't find it in herself to join in the revelry. She leaned against the wall and watched the crowd with a distant gaze, feeling out of place among the youthful energy. The young women and men were all around her, their laughter and chatter mingling together in a blur of sound. Couples stood a generous distance away from the crowd, making out and holding each other close. Wanda couldn't help but feel envious of the ease with which they interacted with each other, wishing she was here with the one person she cared about.

Her mind always drifts to the thought of you and the kiss you shared in her bed just about a week ago. Each day after that, her mind was filled with thoughts of your soft lips pressed to hers, your cute gasps and moans, and the taste of you. Honestly, she didn’t even know how she held back that day. If she didn’t, she would’ve laid you down against her mattress, drag her lips down to your jaw, to your neck, to your collarbones and breathe you in. She would make you feel so good, and if she were to get the chance again, it would be a promise.

As the night wore on, the party became more frenzied, the music got louder, and the drinks flowed more and more. Wanda watched as couples formed and dissolved around her, bodies on bodies dancing against each other and drinking games were played by the tables and outside by the pool, but she still couldn't seem to connect with anyone.

She had always been a flirt, a charmer, but tonight, her usual tactics felt hollow and meaningless. Wanda stood there, lost in thought, when a young woman approached her and began to flirt with her. She couldn't find it in herself to respond. The young woman's interest in her seemed like a game, a meaningless pursuit, and Wanda wasn't interested in playing.

And that’s when you walked in.

Wanda’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of you, wearing a short, black summer dress with the same color pumps on your feet. She was mesmerized by the way the black fabric hugged your curves, the way the dress was short enough to show off your pretty legs to everyone, and the way your hair was fixed neatly, framing your soft features and your pretty face. You looked stunning. Wanda couldn't take her eyes off you. It was as if time had slowed down, the music got quiet, and nothing else in the room mattered except for you.

But you weren’t alone, as she remembered the conversation you two had that day.

Natasha stood right next to you with her fiery red hair making her easy to find in the crowd, dressed in her typical black jeans and leather jacket. She had an arm loosely wrapped around your waist, eventually traveling down the small of your back as she led you through the room, introducing you to her friends or whoever they were, flaunting you like a piece of jewelry. Wanda's mind raced with thoughts of what you could be saying to each other, jealousy erupting in her chest while she touched you, kept her hands on you.

She looked at you as you scanned the room, in search of something and when her eyes met yours, Wanda gave you a small nod, subtly raising her solo cup as a way to wave at you. You responded with a soft smile, one that she was quite familiar with, one that you used when you were unsure and nervous for what’s about to come.

And ultimately, Wanda watched you the whole night. She watched as you smiled and laughed at something Natasha had said. She watched when Natasha would get you drinks, making sure she didn’t do anything to them, even though she knew Natasha wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. She watched when you would dance together, holding you close by your waist, and you would smile shyly at her. Natasha would whisper something in your ear at some point, and whatever it was pinked your cheeks, making Wanda’s heart burn in her chest.

Wanda's heart was a tumultuous sea of emotions, as she watched continued to watch you. She tried to push the green-eyed monster of jealousy away, but it had already crept in years ago, and never left, seeping through every inch of her being. Every moment that you spent with someone else was like a dagger in her heart, causing her to clench her fists and grit her teeth, squeezing the red solo cup in hand slightly. Wanda felt as if fate had dealt her a cruel hand.

It should’ve been her making you smile like that, holding you, and keeping you away from everyone else that desired you. It should’ve been her you dressed all pretty for. It should’ve been her. In another reality, you’d be hers by now. Wanda couldn’t help but curse at the thought, failing to understand why she couldn’t just ignore her fears and ask you out so many years ago.

Then, Natasha dragged you away from the crowd, your hand in hers, pulling you up to the second floor for some privacy. Wanda pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on, mind racing at the possibilities. She followed suit after downing her drink, then walked up the stairs herself, watching where the door had shut just down the hall. She walked past other students, some doing drugs in the bathroom, some just drunk and crying on the floor, some making out in the bedrooms, and suddenly, Wanda hated the image of you and Natasha that burned in her head.

“Fuck,” Wand muttered to herself, standing a few feet away from the door, leaning against the wall next to her.

She wondered what to do. Barge in? Interrupt the very thing you were preparing yourself for? Would it be selfish to do so?

Even then, her thoughts didn’t last for very long because the door suddenly creaked open under the sound of the heavy bass playing from downstairs. Wanda looked up and watched you walk out into the hallway with an unreadable expression on your face. You had your head down as you made your way, almost mistakenly ignoring Wanda, who stood in front of you.

You brought your head up to look at her when you noticed the familiar boots that she wore almost everyday under the dim blue lights. Not only that, but you couldn’t see all that well in this lighting, but you knew Wanda was worried.

But, all you did was sigh and walked past her.

Wanda followed you like a puppy down the stairs, eventually leading the two of you outside the sorority house. It was a little chilly that night, and you were cold. She could tell when you rubbed one of your arms quickly as you walked further into the campus, clearly heading for your dorm room.

“Wanda, why are you following me?” you turned around suddenly, clearly annoyed.

Your question seemed to surprise her when she stopped in her tracks, the same as you did, eyebrows raised with her hands in her pockets.

“I just… wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, continuing your walk.

Wanda chose to say quiet after that. You weren’t fine, and she knew very well. She was also sure that you knew that she knew, which was probably adding to your rising annoyance. Over the years, she found it best to let you calm down without her babbling in your ear about how things could’ve gone better or giving you encouraging words you most likely weren’t in the mood to hear.

As you walked along the quiet sidewalk, the only sounds were the soft padding of yours and Wanda’s footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves. The darkness of the night cloaked the two of you like a cozy blanket, and the stillness of the hour was a soothing balm for both of your weary souls. Wanda followed closely behind you, yet there was no need for words at that moment.

The two of you didn’t say a word until you reached your dorm. You lived alone in your room. Luckily, your old roommate had moved out in the middle of the year, leaving you all to your lonesome, which you were thrilled about when it had happened.

Without turning to look at Wanda, you reached into your bag for your key and spoke quietly, “Are you staying?”

“Do you want me to?” she asked.

You didn’t say a word when you pulled your key out to unlock the door. Stepping into your room, you left the door open, to which Wanda took as a ‘yes’ to her question.

Your dorm room was shrouded in a cozy darkness, the only illumination coming from the warm glow of a desk lamp. It wasn’t clean, nor was it messy — it was somewhere in between. Clothes were scattered across a chair in a haphazard fashion, and a few textbooks were left open on your desk, but everything else seemed to be in its place. The bed was neatly made, with a colorful quilt covering the pillows, and a few scattered knick-knacks adorned the shelves. The air was still, and the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning. Despite the lack of order, there was a certain charm to the room. It was a space that was lived in.

More importantly, it was the space you lived in, and that’s why Wanda loved it so much.

Wanda stood in the middle of your room, watching as you moved towards the mirror that hung on your wall. You brought your hands up to remove your earrings, carefully glancing at her through the mirror as you did so. Not once has Wanda taken her eyes off of you tonight, and it never went unnoticed, even at the party.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Wanda says softly, breaking the silence.

You look up at her through the mirror, giving her a tiny, tight-lipped smile, “Thank you.”

You truly did. The dress clung to your curves in all the right places, and the light fabric swayed gently each time you moved. Wanda's eyes were drawn to the way the dress hugged your hips, accentuating your curves in a way that made her heart race. She felt a rush of desire wash over her, as she took in the sight of you. Her heart only kept racing with a sense of longing, as she imagined what it would be like to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against her own. Wanda just couldn't help but think about how incredibly sexy you looked tonight — every second spent with you drove her closer and closer to the edge.

Wanda began to think about the recent events that occurred at the party, wondering why you left in such a hurry, without saying a word. She wondered if Natasha did something to make you uncomfortable or maybe hurt your feelings, and her blood boiled at the thought.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

And for a moment, you don’t answer, placing your earrings down on the nightstand right next to you, unable to meet her gaze.

“We, uh… We kissed.”

Wanda feels another sting of jealousy as she listened, furrowing her eyebrows, “Then what?”

She could see you visibly getting frustrated as you replayed tonight’s events in your head. It was fun at first — dancing and flirting around with this gorgeous woman who asked you out several days ago. She was great. But, you were unsure the whole time. You felt as if you were out of place… like you didn’t belong with her. Like you imagined her as someone else.

“I walked out on her, Wanda. That’s it,” you tell her, clenching your jaw and running a hand through your hair as you turn around to look at her. “She was perfect the whole time, and she was nice to me, and she was doing everything right. But when we kissed, I just… walked out.”

Wanda watched intently as you spoke, wanting to step closer to you and tell you that it was okay – that you had every right to be feeling the way you were feeling and that you did nothing wrong. In fact, a selfish part of her was happy about what you did.

“I-It didn’t feel right for me,” you continue. “It didn’t feel like…”

Then, much to Wanda’s disappointment, you stopped talking and sighed, and instead you turned around once again to face the mirror, a sigh falling past your lips as you moved your hands to your neck to remove your necklace.

“It didn’t feel like what?”

You could hear Wanda taking a few steps closer as she spoke. She stood closely behind you, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. The space between was nearly imperceptible, and the warmth of your body enveloped her like a blanket. She could feel the rise and fall of your breath, and the gentle sway of your hair with every movement. Wanda's mind raced with thoughts of how close you were, and how she longed to reach out and touch you. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, as she tried to steady herself and resist the urge to close the gap even further.

You looked so pretty tonight, she couldn’t stop thinking about it — in this dress, under the dim lighting of your lamp, illuminating you inside your dark room. Her eyes always found their way down to your gorgeous legs, imagining them wrapped around her.

“Can you help me with this?” you say, ignoring her question as you moved your hair to your shoulder, showing her the zipper of your dress.

Wanda swallowed the lump in her throat. She had done this countless of times for you, seen you half-naked countless of times, but each time it happens, it gets harder for her to control herself. It was almost like you knew, and you were teasing her, testing her, until she finally cracked.

You felt her hands at the back of your dress, slowly dragging the zipper down your spine. She did it very slowly, like she was savoring the moment up to when your dress would come loose.

“It didn’t feel like when we did it,” you finally say the moment your zipper meets the end of its line.

After hearing those words, Wanda finally put her hands on you, letting them grip softly down your lower waist as she rested her forehead against your shoulder. At that moment, everything else faded away, and all that existed was the girl in front of her. Wanda was lost in the moment, her senses heightened by the proximity, and the electric tension between you was palpable. It was as if the whole world had disappeared, and there was only the two of you, standing together in that intimate space.

Wanda sighed against your shoulder, smelling the soft scent of your perfume. It felt so good to finally be near you after watching you spend the entire night in someone else’s arms.

“Wanda—“

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, (y/n),” Wanda whispers, nuzzling into the side of your neck, your hair tickling the sides of her face. God, her name sounded so good in your mouth.

You pulled away to turn and face her, but she kept her hands on your waist as you did so, pressing your front against hers.

“Wanda,” you repeated firmly, unsure of what you should be saying next, as you placed your hands on her shoulders to either push her away or pull her close, you didn’t know yet. “I don’t know if this is a good idea. I don’t want to ruin what we have…”

“But, I want to,” Wanda counters, leaning towards you until she could feel your breath on her lips. “I don’t… I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. I can be so much more for you… if you’ll let me? Please… I’ll be good to you, (y/n). I promise you that.”

Her throat was tight with emotion, her words came out in a desperate plea, and her green eyes were filled with hope and trepidation. The expression on your face was one of uncertainty, and Wanda held her breath as she waited for your response. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she gazed deeply into your eyes, the girl she had fallen for so long ago.

Wanda sighed and closed her eyes when she felt your hands move up to run through her hair, soothing her in a way no one else can. As your fingers traced patterns through her locks, Wanda felt a sense of calm wash over her, like she was being soothed by a gentle breeze. Her eyes were closed, and she savored every moment of your touch, feeling a sense of connection that went beyond words. It was as if at that moment, you and her were the only two people in the world, with nothing else mattering but the sensation of your touch.

“That should’ve been me with you earlier…” Wanda whispered, eyes fluttering open to look at you.

There was a small smirk playing at your lips, making the girl in front of you smile as well, “You should’ve asked me.”

“I know,” she replied with half-lidded eyes, trailing them down to your lips with a smile.

Wanda brought her hand up from your waist to sensually press the pad of her thumb over your bottom lip, where your lipstick was slightly smeared. She slowly swiped your plump lips with her thumb, watching the way it pressed against her finger, as if she was wiping off any remains of another person who had touched you there.

And then, without warning, Wanda leaned forward and kissed you, and a rush of sensations flooded her senses. Wanda felt her body respond with a shudder, and she melted into the kiss, savoring every moment of the connection. You let Wanda push her tongue past your lips, and she felt herself losing herself in the moment, completely surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. She could taste the sweetness of your lips and your lipstick, and the warmth of your embrace.

You couldn’t help but moan into her mouth, a sound Wanda was so desperate to hair again, causing her to groan against you when she finally did. Your dress was loosely coming off your shoulders as Wanda pressed herself to your front, hands trailing down to your waist once more, gripping the fabric of your dress.

You pulled back for a breath of air, only for Wanda to chase your lips, kissing you again shortly after. The vibrations of your moans against her mouth made Wanda’s heart hammer in her chest as she began to lift the skirt of your dress up slightly, wanting to feel your thighs in her hands again.

“Wanda, please…” you gasped against her lips.

She hummed in response, pulling her head back for a moment before leaning in again, kisses trailing from your cheek, over your jaw and down to your neck. Your breaths started to get uneven as she touched you, as she kissed and sucked your neck, making sure to leave pretty little marks on your skin.

Wanda groaned, hands moving down to your ass as she continued to kiss your neck, “We can stop anytime…”

“No,” you said almost too quickly, gasping when you felt her bite you lightly, teeth nipping at your neck. “Please, don’t stop.”

Wanda smiled against your skin, relishing the moment she finally had you all to herself. In a quick motion, she brought her head back up to kiss you on the lips once again, moaning into your mouth this time, as she pulled you by the waist, leading you towards your bed. She sat on it, pulling you into her lap with your dress still loose on your body.

You looked so pretty right now, she thought, with your dress clinging to your body as best it can, teasing her with the sight of your naked body.

She could feel the softness of the other your lips, the warmth of your tongue and your body, and the intensity of your connection. It was a moment of pure bliss, one that she had dreamed of for so long. As the kiss deepened, Wanda felt herself losing herself in the sensation. She could feel your breath on her skin, the softness of your hair as it brushed against her face. Wanda's hands explored the curves of your body, savoring each and every moment of you in her hands. Eventually, she let them drag down from your waist to your thighs, slipping her hands underneath your dress to touch your bare skin where your hips were. She moaned into your mouth when she felt the lace fabric of your panties against her fingers, jealous that this was what you chose to wear while you were out with somebody who wasn’t her.

“Fuck. I hate that she was touching you all over like this,” Wanda whispered against your lips, moaning when you rolled your hips against her thigh. “Only I get to touch you like this from now on, okay? No one else, but me.”

You nod eagerly, hands tugging at her hair as you grind against her thigh, “Yeah. Okay.”

With her hands gripping you tightly at your hips, Wanda guided you, grinding your clothed sex at a rhythmic pace against her thigh. Wanda’s smirk only grew wider as you began to move your clit against the firm muscle of her thigh, moaning right into her ear. She groaned at the sound of your voice, heaving heavily against her. God, you were so fucking pretty.

Wanda lifted you off her thigh, pushing you down onto your back against your bed. She hovered over you, a smile donning her face as she looked at you — hair slightly messy, spilling over your blankets, the way your chest rose up and down as you breathed through your mouth in heavy pants, and the way your thighs spread instinctively, finally having your legs wrapped around her slightly.

You were a heavenly sight, one that she had dreamed of for so long. The soft light from the lamp illuminated your face, highlighting the curve of your lips and the sparkle in your eyes. Wanda felt her heart swell with love and admiration as she gazed down at you, taking in every detail, every nuance of your expression. She loved the way you responded to her touches, the way your hands would pull at her hair slightly, traveling down to her shoulder as she kissed you.

“You’re so beautiful, (y/n),” Wanda muttered against your skin, nipping and sucking on it lightly. “I’ll take care of you tonight… Just lay there and look all pretty for me, okay, darling?”

“Wanda…”

Her name. Wanda moaned at the sound of your voice calling out her name between your breaths as she dragged your loose dress downwards, placing kisses and marks as your skin was revealed. She dragged it all the way down, over your legs, until it was off of you completely, and Wanda swears she could come from just the sight of you. She couldn’t help but lean forward, telling you to arch your back a bit while she reached for the clasps of your bra. She sighed into your chest as she removed it, hand immediately palming your breasts as she kissed the skin in between them.

Then, she kissed down to your stomach, lips meeting the fabric of your panties at your hips, falling in love with your intoxicating smell. She smiled against your skin when you whimpered, hands gripping at her shoulders as she made her way down between your legs. Delicate kisses and hickeys were littered onto your inner thigh while Wanda used hooked your lace panties with her two thumbs.

It’s unfair how sexy you looked underneath her right now, legs all ready and eagerly spread for her, with eyes that were just begging for her to take you. Wanda felt like her knees would give out at any moment. And all she could think about was how good you’ll taste.

She dragged your panties down your legs slowly, watching the piece of clothing slide across your skin, noticing the deep blush on your cheeks every time she glanced up at you. Wanda almost moaned at the sight again — pretty purple bruises littered all over your skin, all her doing, your parted lips panting for air already, even though she hasn’t touched you down there yet.

“So perfect like this,” Wanda mumbled absentmindedly, fingertips traveling up your thigh as she sighed in adoration. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, Wanda, please,” you whined as you squirmed underneath her.

“Show me where you want me.”

Wanda smiled when you reached for her hand, your fingers slipping into her palm as you held her softly, leading them slowly to your slick pussy. Fuck. Finally, she dipped a finger into your glistening sex, eliciting a moan coming from your mouth. She couldn’t help but groan at how tight you felt, how wet you felt. All because of her. She was the one that made you like this. Not Natasha. Not anyone else. Her. And it made her feel like she was on top of the world.

Wanda leaned forward, finally licking a long stripe through the folds of your pussy, watching your face closely as she did so. Your face contorted into an expression of pure bliss, jaw hanging as you rolled your eyes back at the feeling of Wanda’s tongue. She moaned at the taste of you, so sweet and delicious. Your legs quivered against her face as she continued to lick you up and down, teasing your clit and the entrance of your pussy. The little whimpers you let out every second made Wanda’s heart soar, and it was even almost enough to make her come from just that alone. You bucked your hips when Wanda finally stuck her tongue out, entering your delicious, wet pussy, humming in pleasure against you as she ate you out. She held your hips down, to keep you from squirming away from her.

“Oh, fuck, Wanda—“

Your fingers raked through Wanda’s hair, tugging at it as she continued to devour you. You tasted divine. And she never thought you could make such sweet noises. They were sounds that she wanted to keep hearing again, and again, and again, and again. She should’ve made a move sooner, regretting all the times she missed out on opportunities that would lead her to this, to finally be with you, to finally have you.

“You’re so cute when you moan my name,” she said, keeping her mouth on you as she spoke, feeling vibrations against your clit. “Makes me want to ruin you, (y/n).”

Wanda wraps her mouth around your clit and sucked hard, having to hold you down firmly as you began to quiver against her with your hips jerking and thighs trembling immensely. Wanda was drunk on the taste of you, devouring you shamelessly, needing to hear you moan for her and come for her. Your back arches, feeling a tight sensation creep up in your lower belly, as you pull at Wanda’s hair even harder, making her groan against you. She was obsessed with how wet and warm you felt on her tongue. She felt that she could eat you all night with no rest.

You trembled and trembled, chanting Wanda’s name like a prayer, until the band that was holding you together finally snapped, coming directing onto her tongue. She moaned as you came, doing nothing to slow her efforts, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. You shivered and screamed into your pillow, tears running down your face at the overwhelming sensation. The moan that falls from your lips as you gush into her mouth does nothing but leave her wanting more and more.

“W-Wanda, wait, I—“ you tried to call out to her, hands now pushing slightly at her seemingly immovable head.

Wanda replaced her tongue with her fingers, sliding two of them into you with ease, “Shh, baby, just one more, please… Fuck, I need you to cum again.”

She practically begged you. She crawled up towards your face, and you could finally see her after having her head burrows in between your legs for what seemed like hours. Her chin glistened with your slick, a devious smirk just right above it as she watched you moan over and over. Your jaw slacked, feeling her fingers knuckle-deep inside of you, curling against all the right spots. You wrapped your arms around her neck, holding her close to muffle your moans against her shoulder as she leaned down to nuzzle into yours, her other hand moving to palm your breasts.

Her fingers continued to fuck you into oblivion, feeling you clench tightly around her digits as you cried into her shoulder. Eventually, she pushes a third finger into you, using her thumb to rub your bundle of nerves in tight circles as you tried to chase your high all over again. And before you know it, you made a mess all over her fingers, legs trickling with your juices. And Wanda felt like she fell in love all over again.

Wanda’s fingers slowed, letting you ride out your high as you trembled against her. Her face was buried in the side of your neck, savoring the warm feeling of your body against hers as it quivered and jerked after your orgasm. You couldn’t help but feel like you were still cumming as you laid there, tired and in a daze, still trying desperately to catch your breath.

“Wanda…” you breathed out slowly.

Wanda immediately pulled her head back to look at you, feeling her breath against your face, “Yeah, baby?”

“I told you to wait, you idiot,” you huffed out with a pout, slapping her chest playfully. “I don’t have extra bedsheets and I just made a mess.”

All Wanda could do was laugh deeply, dropping her head down to rest it on your shoulder, with you following in suit shortly after. Your laughter filled the air around both of you, It was a moment of pure joy, as the both of you lay there in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, bodies entwined, and hearts connected. Wanda couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness as she gazed down at you, her face alight with a smile that reached all the way to your eyes and your tear stained cheeks. She could feel the warmth of your body, the softness of your skin, and the weight of her love, and it was a feeling that filled her with a sense of wonder and gratitude. As you laughed together, Wanda felt a sense of freedom and release, as if all her cares, worries and jealousy had vanished.

“Sorry, darling,” she replied with a smile.

And as Wanda’s laughter subsided, much sooner than yours did, she leaned down to kiss you, letting you feel the sweet taste of yourself and her and the love on her lips.

It was a moment that Wanda would cherish forever, a memory of laughter, love, and pure happiness that would stay with her for as long as you were with her.

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Hey what about Professor Wanda and student R and her punishing R for purposely not doing well in her class and she makes her recite an entire poem while she fucks R👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

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Pairing: Professor! Wanda Maximoff x Student! Reader

Summary: After not paying attention in class, your professor asks you to stay behind for a little chat.

AC: I actually don’t know any poems if I am being honest, I actually used a couple of the poems for this! I hope you enjoy x

"Y/n, can I see you after class please? We need to have a little chat" your professor looked sternly at you as the rest of your classmates rose from their seats and began to make their way out of the room. You sighed and rolled your eyes at the woman who stood tall with confidence at the front of the room. Your plan was working, you finally got the teacher to snap. For weeks, you've been showing little to no interest or attention to the new unit in your literature class.

It's not that you don't take your studies seriously but when you noticed the way you couldn't stop thinking about your professor in a very, very inappropriate way, you couldn't stop yourself from seeing how far you could get before getting some alone time with the woman.

"What's the issue now?" you asked in a huff once everybody had left the room. Wanda tilted her head at you as she walked over to your desk, "the issue is your failing my class" she replied in a stern voice. "So? maybe if you taught something interesting, I'd be interested enough to want to learn something" you snapped with a light smirk on your lips. Wanda ignored your smart-arse reply and wandered over towards the classroom door, locking it before you had a chance to say another word.

"You're not leaving this room until you've recited every poem, we've spoken about in the two weeks" your professor broke the silence as she walked back to her desk at the front of the room.

"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" you chuckled as you stood up, throwing your back bag over your shoulder.

"Because you'll do anything I saw when I'm done with you" her words caught your attention as you looked at her, she reached down to her lower draw and pulled out a dark red dildo already attached to a black harness. You stood in shock, not thinking your plan would actually work but you enjoyed messing with her. "What? You think I haven't seen the way you act around me? The short skirts you've been wearing, letting me see the piece of thread you wear as panties?" she added with a raised brow.

Your eyes looked to the toy that now sat a little too proudly on her desk and you could already tell from the size of it that it was bigger than anything you've used before. "I've tried many different ways to get you to pay attention in my classes, but it seems that your mind is full of dirty thoughts, I shouldn't expect better from a whore. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two with your mouth full" Wanda stepped in front of her desk, tilting her head at you once more. "Come here" she spoke. You didn't hesitate to throw your bag to the floor and walk towards your professor. You looked at her with need, but she only shook her head at you, "so you do listen to instructions, good. Strip" she spoke sternly once again.

The tone in her voice only sent a throb to your core as you began to undress yourself for the professor, she watched you, taking in every single inch of your bare skin as her eyes fed on your naked body. "On my desk with your legs spread. We don't have much time; you have a test for tomorrow's lesson, and you have a lot to learn!" Wanda spoke and you could've sworn you saw a faint smirk tugging at her lips before you sat yourself up on her desk, spreading your legs to give her a clear view of your already wet and needy pussy.

"What would you like me to start reciting?" you asked as you watched Wanda walk towards you. Her eyes never left yours as she came in contact with you, running her hands gently up and down your thighs just to watch your cunt clench with need as her hands came closer to where you've been so desperate for her. "What's your safe word?" she asked, ignoring your question. You looked at her while he hands inched closer and closer to your pussy, "M-mango" you replied in a stutter when the woman ran her fingers over your slit.

"Adorable" she smiled softly, "recite The Sick Rose, without mistakes" Wanda added as she ran her fingers between your folds. Her touch was enough to make you close your eyes with pleasure, wanting to moan whenever she brushed over your clit. Wanda teased you until she was satisfied you were ready to take her fingers.

"Go on baby, this is what you wanted, isn't it?" she looked up at you as she slid two fingers into your pussy, using your own slick for an easy entrance.

"O R-rose thou a-art sick" you spoke, letting a moan or two slip as your professor buried her fingers deep inside you, "Keep going, ignore me. I'm just going to play with you for a while" she smirked knowing she had you melting in her hands.

"The invisible worm" you went on, letting your eyes close as Wanda began thrusting her fingers in and out of you. "That flies in th- more!" you broke, throwing your head back and pushing yourself more onto her fingers. Wanda stopped instantly, "I told you no mistakes! Start again" she looked at you, "the longer you play around baby, the longer you'll be waiting" she added as she looked over to the red dildo sitting beside you.

You nodded, "s-sorry miss" you moaned when she returned to thrusting her fingers deep inside you. "O Rose t-thou art sick. That flies in the night, In the h-howling storm:" with every word, Wanda sped up. Her free hand kept your hips still from thrusting yourself more on her fingers as you chased your building orgasm. "Has f-found out thy bed, of crimson j-joy:" your moans were beginning to make their own decisions causing you to take a few short seconds to get yourself together, trying your best not to stuff up the poem for a second time as Wanda curled her fingers inside you.

"I didn't say stop, did I?" Wanda looked up at you as she thrusted her fingers as deep as they could possibly go. "And his d-dark secret l-love, does thy life d-destroy!" you completed the poem with a loud moan, throwing your head back once more when you felt your professor slide a third finger inside you. "M-miss! Please!" You begged, knowing your orgasm was balancing on the edge.

Wanda smirked, "do you want to cum baby?" she asked. You nodded instantly with need, with want. "Please! P-please can I cum?!" You moaned once more.

"Who's the poem by baby? Tell me who wrote it and when and I'll let you cum"

The last thing your mind was thinking about was who wrote the poem, let alone when it was published but the need for release was growing stronger with every thrust from the professor. "W-William Blake!" you moaned in an almost scream, "1794!" you added.

"So you do listen, go on darling, cum!" Wanda instructed, finally something you didn't have to rack your brain to think about. You came hard around her fingers; she slowed her pace down to allow you to ride out your first orgasm. A proud smile tugged at the woman's lips when she slowly pulled her fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to her lips and sucking them clean while never breaking the eye contact she shared with you.

"So sweet" she hummed at your sweetness on her tongue before she reached for the strap on and harness. While you gathered yourself and recovered from your high, Wanda striped herself of her clothing and attached the harness to her waist, "now let's see how well you can listen" her eyes hinted for you to get on your knees.

Wanda ran her fingers through your hair as you looked up at her, the red toy in your face just waiting to meet the back of your throat. "You're too pretty to be playing these stupid little games darling" she spoke, "if you wanted me to ruin you, all you had to was ask nicely" she added before running the tip of the toy over your lips, "open up baby, it's time for your second lesson" she smirked as you opened your mouth, welcoming the toy as she guided it into your mouth.

You treated the toy as if it was real, doing everything you'd seen in videos, gagging and making a mess of the toy with your salvia while Wanda read multiple poems along with the author and published dates. Poems from Emily Dickinson, John Keats and Lord Byron where not bedded into your brain while Wanda used your mouth to prepare the toy for you ever growing wet pussy.

Wanda stopped you and removed the toy from your mouth and a soft and proud smile, "it's a shame I can't have your mouth looking this pretty in class, maybe you'd learn a lot more" she guided you back to your feet before crashing her lips onto yours, smiling against them knowing she now had her own perfect toy to use whenever she wanted, however she wanted.

"Next you'll recite Wild Nights by Emily Dickinson. No mistakes and no pauses and no moaning or you'll start everything that we've learnt so far" Wanda gently placed you back on her desk on your back, kindly spreading your legs for her to run the tip of her toy through your slick folds. "Word for word" she added as she guided the toy into your already clenching pussy.

You gripped the edge of your professor's desk to keep yourself from moaning her name at the way she stretched you out, bottoming out as her thumb drew light circles around your clit just to add to your pleasure. "Wild Nights! Wild Nights!" You started, hoping you weren't too loud but nodding at the same time, letting Wanda know it was okay for her to start moving. "Were I with thee, w-wild nights should be" you went on, fighting every need of yourself to moan while your knuckles turned white.

"Wild Nights should be,

Our luxury!

Futile the winds

To a heart in port—"

With every word, Wanda thrusted deeper into you, the room full with a mix of your words and the sound of her thighs slapping against your skin. Your head thrown back on the hard desk as your professor had her way with you, pounding into you, giving you more than you thought she could ever give. For weeks of teasing her and trying to get her to snap, this is exactly how you wanted her to take you, if not, even better than you thought.

"Done with the compass, done with the chart!" You went on.

"You're taking me so well baby, keep going, I know you're close" Wanda couldn't help herself as she lent down and planted kisses on your neck, careful not to leave a mark. One hand on your left hip while her other hand worked your clit with tight circles, driving you crazy.

"Rowing in Eden!

Ah! the sea!

Might I but moor

To-night in thee!" You finished with great struggle but when you looked at Wanda she smiled softly, "good job baby, now just lay there and look pretty while I play with you" she placed a hand over one of your hands that gripped her desk with all your might before she kissed your neck once more, "let it out darling, tell me how good I make you feel" she whispered. You moaned, finally! Feeling the way Wanda slid in and out of you with such ease and now being able to vocal show her just how good she truly was making you feel pushed you to the edge.

"Gonna cum!!" you moaned, wrapping your legs around Wanda's waist to keep her in place as she continued to pound into you. "Yeah? Do you think you deserve it? Are you going to start listening and paying attention in my classes more?" She looked at you with a raised brow, thrusting into you harder if that were even possible.

"Y-yes! I promise! God, p-please!" You begged in a loud moan.

"Yes, Miss Maximoff!" Wanda looked you directly in your eyes, secretly she loved when you called her in such a formal matter.

"Y-yes M-miss Maximoff!" you moaned once more, gripping your professor's arms unaware of how harshly you were digging your nails into her skin. "Cum for my baby, I've got you" Wanda instructed, finally letting you break as you moaned her name once more as you came all over her toy. Wanda lent down, wrapped her arms around you before pulling up into her chest, gently stroking your naked back as your orgasm took you to a place you never thought was possible.

"You did so good, baby, I've got you" she whispered as you began to come down form your high, clinging to her from your fucked out state. Wanda gently removed herself from inside of you, reaching for the box of tissues that sat on her desk and using them to gently clean you up.

Moments passed before you began to start dressing yourself, as did Wanda. "If you pass tomorrows test, we'll have another chat" Wanda spoke as she turned to face you. A soft smile tugged at your lips, "and what if I do?" you asked.

"Don't play games sweetheart, not ones you will lose at anyways" Your professor replied, handing you a practice quiz sheet, "go home and study" she added.

You left the room that day already thinking of other ways to earn yourself a little after class chat from your literature professor.

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Shared Bedroom

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

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2.1K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I also uploaded this on ao3, @wandaswitch

#wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x yn #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff smut #the scarlet witch #Scarlet Witch #scarlet witch smut #wlw #wlw smut #lesbian smut #smut #civil war #mommy wanda #wandavision

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Wanda and Y/N continue conversing in Sokovian…

Tony: what are they talking about?

Wanda giggles and blushes…

Steve: beats me

Vision: perhaps I can translate

Vision briefly translates then goes all embarrassed…

Tony: what?

Vision: lover talks

Y/N takes Wanda’s hand and leads her away…

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #wanda maximoff incorrect quotes

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cerxei · 10 months

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WandaWeek2023 | Day 7 → Free Choice

↳ WANDA IN RAINBOW

#wandaweek2023 #wandamaximoffedit #scarletwitchedit #mcuedit #marveledit #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #dsmom #wandavision #wanda maximoff #mine #marvel #the scarlet witch #*gifs

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honeymoonavenue · 4 months

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"this is me... being reasonable."

#wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch #multiverse of madness #mcuedit #marveledit #elizabeth olsen #eolsenedit #wandamaximoffedit #scarletwitchedit #mygifs

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Giving My Heart To You

Happy Valentine's Day!

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dark master list

MCU (Female Sorceress Reader X The Scarlet Witch)

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and what better way to spend than with someone trying to kill you.

Word Count: 2.7K

Content: Scarlet Milf, Darkhold, Death, but it works out(?)

It's February 14th, 2024.

You have been watching the witch formally known as Wanda Maximoff for the last few months.

You first took notice of her at the same time an old acquaintance of yours did. But she beat you to the punch, and then the hex and WestView happened.

Now you see who she is becoming or, better yet, what she is now.

The Avenger is gone.

The Scarlet Witch remains.

As you hold a leather-bound book close to your chest, you pray to your goddess that this works. That you can save the witch from herself. You know what she plans to do, and you feel for her. You don't blame her. She's been through enough, but you just know that the outcome of her future could happen differently.

So, as your bare feet step into the symbol you've made on the ground surrounded by candles and shrines from your past, are you ready to do what you NEED to do.

You're going to give your heart to the scarlet witch.

And if this spell works, the darkness in her will leave so she can find her children without killing a child.

You've done it once before, three hundred years ago for you in a different dimension. The spell worked, but the light power within sent you tumbling through the cosmos until you landed here.

Anyways, three hundred years later, you're prepared to do it again.

So, as your green dress brushes against the dirt on the floor do, you levitate the book away from your chest and start lifting your arms as you whisper the spell.

Your pink lips touch as your heart begins to glow. You lift your right arm and flick three fingers back before grabbing onto the air and pulling. You lift your head towards the sky as you feel the glow surrounding your body. It lifts you.

It's working.

But you're not alone, and you sense it too late.

A force hits you that sends your body to the floor as your book goes flying and your candles blow out. The white glow stops as she speaks up.

"Who are you?"

Your eyes go wide when you hear her voice. The accent is something you've always fallen for.

You close your eyes and bring yourself up to your knees.

"I asked you a question." The Scarlet Witch sneers as she takes a step closer to you. Now, standing behind your body.

You open your eyes and turn your head to face her.

The first thing you notice are her black fingertips. As your eyes move upward, you see how her suit has been cracked and turned black.

Finally, you lift your white eyes to her.

Your mouth falls open as you see her face—high cheekbones. Green eyes. Pillowy red lips with a face softer than wool.

She looks just like your Wanda.

"Your eyes are white." The Witch says to you as she begins walking around you. Her boots kicking away the symbol on the ground. You can't help but watch with your hands on your knees.

"Are you ever going to speak?" She says when she looks at you. Stopping next to your book. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N." The Witch hums as she looks you up and down. Her eyes roaming over the part of your dress that leaves more to be desired.

"Why am I in your book?" A red glow surrounds your book and lifts it to the woman across from you. "You wouldn't believe me." You shake your head. You know how this song and dance plays. "The Darkhold won't let you listen."

The Scarlet Witch tilts her head. "How do you know about the Darkhold?" Without giving you a second to answer, you find yourself being lifted and thrown several feet away—your body landing and tumbling. Thankfully, your magic cushioned the blow as you put your legs out and dug them into the dirt until you turned and stood up, surprising the Witch.

She watched your green dress turn into a suit similar to the one she wore.

Before the Darkhold showed her the truth.

You lifted your hands up as you prepared to defend yourself.

"You want to kill me and take it, don't you?" The Witch strutted towards you. "No." You shook your head as your eyes lifted to her face. "I want to help." A red ball of magic formed in the hands of the Witch. "I have all of the help I need." She threw the red ball towards you and another.

White shields extended themselves from your outstretched hands as you blocked her attacks. However, this didn't stop her as she started shooting lines of magic towards you. You effortlessly duck and dodge, but you know she won't stop.

You needed to get her to see what you knew to be true.

So, as you made counter moves and an effort not to fight back, you worked your way closer and closer to her. Until you found yourself close enough, and that's when the glow of your powers surrounded your body, and in a flash, you disappeared.

With the Witches arms raised, she looked around. You were gone, but she could sense you. The Darkhold was whispering to her that you were still present.

And just like what happened to you, Wanda sensed you when it was too late.

Your right arm wrapped itself around the waist of The Witch, making both of your mouths fall open at the touch, but you remained focused as you lifted her left hand with your powers to the side of your head.

She needed to see your memories.

At first, it was you and Wanda running away from chores and the labor forced upon you by others in your village.

Young adults trying to figure out who you were.

Slowly, it morphed into stolen kisses and nights of passion as Wanda's mouth worked it way across your body.

Followed by dates with a gold ring and the trials and burning of other witches... it became the final straw. The two of you knew you had to run away.

So you did.

But somewhere along the path, when you didn't realize it, your mind had succumbed to Wanda and her whisperings.

Your fiancée became more possessive. Not only of you but of the children Wanda grew inside of her.

Like magic, they were brought into your world. You and Wanda raised your boys with love and care for several years.

But what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, right?

You thought the same thing about Wanda. You were certain the book was with her.

You needed to save Billy and Tommy... but...

The night it happened, you were on your knees. Bound by red magic as Wanda's black fingertips ran through your hair. Scratching your head.

"You're so good to me." She spoke in a hushed Sokovain tone. "So why do you disobey me?" Wanda moved her hands downward and pulled. Making you cry out as she yanked you to the floor.

She scoffed.

You looked up to her as she conjured the Darkhold into the air. "You're going to leave me. Betray me." She spoke as if she knew what she was talking about.

You shook your head. "I'm trying to save them. They need their mom." You cried out as a red line of magic wrapped around your throat.

Wanda smiled with a roll of her eyes. "Oh, please. We both know I could squeeze a lot harder, and you'll be fine." Wanda's attention left you as she grabbed your book. "The Darkhold was right. I am in here." She ripped the pages of The Scarlet Witch out.

They softly landed next to you.

Tears in your eyes as you read the spell one last time.

"Wanda, please..." Your voice was weak. She closed your book and let it disappear. "Please?" She tightened her jaw when your eyes looked at her. "You want to take MY children away from me?!"

That's when you knew she was officially gone.

Ours became Mine.

Plus, she didn't even remember...

You swallowed the hurt in your throat and let your heart quietly break before mustering up the courage to speak.

"Wanda..." That was the last time you said her name. "Billy and Tommy..." Your lips wobbled as you gently cried. "They're already gone..."

The Scarlet Witch froze. You took the opportunity to catch your breath and lift your hand to touch the red magic around your arm. "You're not supposed to know that..." She spoke before using her magic to pull you to her feet. Bringing you inches away from her face. "Their death isn't your fault." The Witch gritted her teeth, but for a split second, you saw her eyes soften as your words reached her.

The red around your wrist turned white and allowed your arms to break free of the hold she had on you. The Witch, in shock, dropped you and watched as you landed on your feet across the room.

Ready for combat.

"You're not going to stop me! I am their mother, and I am the only one who can save them! I need them."

The Darkhold had control. You knew that. But seeing your wife scream at you as tears ran down her face would always hurt.

But she was going to go take someone else's Billy and Tommy. She was going to kill you if she had to.

So you knew what needed to be done.

"I love you, and I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to do this." You looked into her green eyes and let out a white glow as The Scarlet Witch threw her hex bolts at you.

But in the end, it worked.

When the moment struck, you let your power course its way through your heart until it became too much, and it latched itself onto the next living thing.

Wanda Maximoff.

Within an instant, Wanda and her old memories came back. Her copy of the Darkhold destroyed.

But you were gone.

A copy of your leather-bound book fell in front of your wife. It opened to a chapter on multiversal travel. A study you had been working on since becoming aware of the Darkhold's influence.

Written in black ink at the top of the page was your writings: "Find our boys. The ones who need a mother. The ones who need you, Wanda. And don't worry about me. Just don't ever forget. I love you."

The Scarlet Witch fell to the ground in front of you as you panted from the memory.

You watched her wrap her hands into fists as she let out a muffled cry. "You're showing me lies!" She screamed out in denial as you caught your breath and stumbled. The memory taking it out of you.

It was your first time reliving it since it happened.

"I'm not lying, and you know it." The Witch shook her head and turned around, falling onto the side of her body—tears in her eyes. "You know about the other versions of you. You know about this one. I'm not lying to you. So don't lie to yourself." You spoke with a bite to your words as you could never forget YOUR Wanda. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh. "I'm trying to help you. Please let me."

You opened your eyes to see The Witch right herself onto her knees. For the first time, she looked defeated. Ashamed. Her head hung low. She was vulnerable.

Carefully, you took steps towards her and lifted your right hand to her face. She flinched, and it pained you to see. "Wanda..." The name quietly left your lips.

She looked up.

"I can't fight the Darkhold much longer." You nodded. "You can find them without killing America Chavez. Take my book when I'm gone." Wanda looked around and nodded as she sniffled.

You wiped a tear from her cheek and pulled your hand back as you once again let your heart glow white. The spell leaving your lips as your body lifts itself upward.

Wanda watches in awe of you, but at the moment, she blinks, and her burnt copy of the Darkhold falls in front of her as white sparkles flow through the air.

Once again, you gave your heart to Wanda Maximoff.

Once again, you were sent tumbling through the cosmos. Between universes and reaches unknown. You flew until you came crashing down within a shield of your magic on an old barn.

A dozen sheep looked at you before scattering away as you stood up. You turned back and saw the pile of hay and grass you landed on. "Sorry." You spoke to the sheep as you gingerly moved past them through the open barn doors.

You looked around and found yourself in an apple orchard.

To your left, there was a two-story house not far. You cracked your neck and began walking towards it.

As you got closer, only then did you see how worn out your green dress was. How destroyed it had gotten when your armor took hits- "Stop right there!"

That voice. You knew that voice.

"Lift your head!" The voice commanded, and only then did you notice the red wisps surrounding you.

Your breath hitched as you complied.

You did as you were told. You slowly lifted your head to find not one but three people looking at you.

Three Maximoffs. Wanda, Billy, and Tommy.

"Y/N..." Wanda lowered her arm, and the magic around you disappeared. Her mouth dropped before she recovered. But her lips shook as her eyes watered.

You tilted your head as the emotional toll started taking you over. "Wanda... My Wanda..." You stammered and felt yourself about to become a blubbering mess.

Was it her?

"Mom, don't!" The twins tried to hold their mother back as she took a step towards you. "It's alright." She whispered to them as she started walking down the porch steps.

You took a step back as you started to cry. Afraid of the false hope this could. It had been so long. "Is it you?" You asked, making Wanda chuckle. "Is it you?" She asked back.

You bite back a laugh as you choked on a cry. "I asked you first." You said. Wanda nodded.

From thin air, your leather-bound book appeared, and the pages turned to your writings at the top of the page.

You put a hand over your eyes as you fell to the ground and began to cry.

You found your way back.

In an instance, Wanda was wrapping you up in a hug as she cried as well. Wanda, overwhelmed, reached down and pulled your chin upwards to crash her lips onto yours.

You kissed her back and melted into the arms of your wife.

"How long has it been?" You asked through sobs. "Five years," Wanda said as her lips found the side of your face again. "For me, it's been three hundred." Wanda frowned and felt her heart shattered.

She couldn't believe it.

The twins carefully took steps off the porch and to the spot where their mom held a woman in a green dress. "Mom..." Billy spoke up, making the two of you turn your heads. "They look the same." You whispered. "I found them a year ago," Wanda whispered back.

"Who is this?" Tommy looked worried, and rightfully so.

Wanda smiled at you before looking to your sons. "Boys, you remember how I came into your lives?" The twins nodded at the memory of your Wanda being there for them when their Wanda died of cancer. "You found us when we needed you," Billy spoke up.

You brushed away a tear as you watched Wanda fill her role as Mom once again.

"Well, this is my wife Y/N Y/L/N. She, like me, was a mother to our boys, and she saved me when all was dark." The twins seem to be following along. "How come she wasn't with you then?" Tommy asked.

You placed a hand on Wanda's arm and scooted away from her. Closer to the boys. "Because..." You started. "My magic sent me away, and I'll explain when you're older..." Tommy rolled his eyes while Billy looked excited. "It took me a while to get back. But I knew I would come back. Do you know why?" You sniffled at the sight of your sons.

Tommy shook his head while Billy asked: "Why?"

You looked back to Wanda before looking at the twins again. "Because, like your mother, the both of you have my heart. And I will always find my way back to the ones I love."

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