#wanda my beloved

[spaghettiposts]

It’s okay to need help

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Snapping at your wife was the last thing you wanted to do, but between the pressures of financial disputes you do. You both seek to make things right.

Warnings: arguments, slight angst, hurt/comfort, this was supposed to be way more angsty but I’m weak. Wife Wanda fluff

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: Honestly just a short little drabble and writing practice, I might do more writing prompts. This little thing took a toll on me and I’m suffering through writers block 😞 reblogs are SUPER appreciated please yall 🙏

Your eyes burned and you weren’t sure if it was from the dim kitchen lighting or the tears prickling inside you. 

Papers were messily scattered across the table, their contents a jumbled blur that you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on. Not while your mind was elsewhere—with Wanda.

Wanda who wasn’t sitting with you like she always was when going over expenses, stroking your shoulders to relieve some of the tension, laying her head to rest on you while her lips pressed delicately against your cheek. You missed your wife, by gods you did. But you were stubborn.

Instead of apologizing, you’d gaze over longingly hoping she’d somehow see you—read your mind and spare you just one look, but her attention remained focused on the television, curled into the couch; playing her comfort show. 

It drove you crazy how desperately you wanted her to see you, but you knew that wasn’t fair of you to ask.

Arguments with Wanda felt like the ground crumbling beneath your feet, threatening to swallow you whole at any moment. The sight of her tear-stained cheeks tore at your soul, and you hated the way it was your fault. Hurting her was a vow you promised never to make, but relationships wouldn’t be without their faults, no matter how hard one tried.

In those initial months of calling Wanda your wife, every moment felt like peaceful bliss, a love so pure you thought how could loving her possibly be a sin in God’s eyes? Then the bliss turned to ignorance, somewhere along the lines.

Fights became frequent, and crying did too. 

And hell, you figured maybe after marriage there wouldn’t be so many. For years, you shared a room in the compound, and you knew each other's routines by heart, you knew Wanda. But in the compound, there weren't any expenses, not like now, now that you were sitting at the kitchen island with an abundance of bills that only seemed to keep stacking up. And up. And up. 

Waves of stress fell on your shoulders as you stared, wondering how you got into this financial state. Never had you once felt as useless as you had now and it was only digging into you further, on the verge of crushing the sanctuary you had built with Wanda; that was threatening to crumble, and you knew you couldn’t do this anymore. Not when your heart ached so badly for your wife.

Setting aside your previous frustrations, you pushed your chair out and let the papers fall from your hands, figuring you’d deal with them later. You sucked in a breath, trying to regain some composure but with Wanda? Collecting yourself was pretty impossible. 

Crossing the living room you cautiously approached your wife, slowly sitting beside her but still she didn’t turn to acknowledge you. She lay with her back facing you, tucked into a small crimson blanket. 

You smiled fondly, recalling how you had gotten the blanket because it reminded you of her, one that she promptly stole, with the excuse of it smelling like you bringing her solace when you weren’t around. The sight of her like this shattered your heart. 

With a sigh, you inched closer until you were pressed against her back. When she didn’t tense, you wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling her close. Wanda sighed as you peppered kisses against her skin, first on her cheek and then her neck. The act wasn’t sexual of any kind, but loving lingering ones you knew she loved, needed, and craved after every argument.

Knowing that she preferred your touch, you gave yourself to her, smiling when her fingers interlaced with yours. She still needed you just as much as you needed her. 

A beat of silence passed as you relaxed further into each other, and your eyes momentarily strayed away from the TV to shift into a seated position. You knew you had to say something before things got harder. 

Before Wanda could question you spoke up: 

“I’m sorry Wanda, I never meant for things to get so…heated.” You murmured sincerely, running your fingers through the loose strands of her hair and Wanda sighed.  

Leaning against your side, Wanda mimicked your position, bringing her knees to her chest. 

She gave you a halfhearted smile. “I’m sorry too, I should’ve come to you first before calling Tony for money this month. I messed up.”

You denied it with your head, bringing her into a warm embrace, and kissing the crown of her head. “No no, you did nothing wrong. Your intentions were good and I shouldn’t have shouted that way. I just…it’s difficult for me, you know?” Your explanation came slowly, averting her gaze, and Wanda gripped your shirt tighter. “I don’t like asking for help.” 

The confession fell flat on your lips, leaving a bitter aftertaste in your mouth and you felt silly. But instead of ridicule, you were met with the soft touch of Wanda’s hands, cupping your cheeks as if to reassure your embarrassment. Her thumbs felt good on your skin and slowly coaxed you to look at her.  

You opened your mouth to speak but before you got the chance Wanda was bringing your lips together in a slow tender kiss and you sighed. No matter how long you lived you were certain of one thing: you’d never tire of the feeling of Wanda’s lips on yours. 

When the need for air became overwhelming, you reluctantly broke the kiss, shivering at her touch. Her forehead resting on yours, breath fanning your lips. 

“It’s okay to need help, detka, and we need help.” She affirmed, gently squeezing your hands while stealing kisses between each word till your frown disappeared. 

You rolled your eyes affectionately at her actions, not being able to frown anymore and finally pulling her into a longer kiss, something you both craved.

“I’ll talk to Tony tomorrow.” You tell her, and her lips purse in hesitation.

“Dorogaya…if you’re not ready—“

“I’m ready Wanda, I don’t want to be worrying about how much we spend anymore. I want to focus on more important things, like us. I mean you still want kids right?” You asked tentatively and Wanda stifled a laugh at how stiffened you were. 

“Yes Y/n, I still want kids with you.” Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head. “But I’m serious, and kids are far from where we are now. Are you absolutely sure?” 

“I’m sure.” You nodded. 

Still, Wanda pulled away from you, studying your expression. When she found nothing, she softened, giving you a supportive nod and a big grin. Your smile widened, and you advanced on her the next second earning a squeal, peppering her face with kisses and laughing along with her.

All you could think of was how grateful you were to have a wife like her. 

Change was hard but with Wanda, the weight felt easier to carry, and with time you’d learn you wouldn’t have to bear that alone anymore. There were still things you had to fix and you wouldn’t rest until you made things right with your wife but for now, you had a phone call to make. Within weeks you’d be changing jobs and attitudes. Things wouldn’t always be an easy route but you’d sure as hell try harder. For her.

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[teaaagan]

Photo

Wanda: hey, want me to do a tarot reading for you?

Y/N: sure

Wanda: -laying down cards- alright, this one tells me you're a precious angel, this one says your smile is heavenly, and-

Y/N: those aren't even tarot cards, they're photo cards of me

Wanda: my point still stands

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[fandomnerd9602]

Scarlet Webs

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

For @tokufighter

She thought it was the end. Wanda Maximoff was supposed to die on that mountain along with the Scarlet Witch. And yet the next thing that Wanda remembers was falling.

Falling in the open air towards a series of buildings. Was it New York? How did this happen?!

Wanda found herself falling towards the ground faster and faster, her magic rendered useless. And then came a blur of red and blue, zipping into her view.

Suddenly the ground stopped growing near, "don't worry ma'am I got you" you reassured her before landing on top of the Empire State Building.

"You good?" you tried to ask her, calmly reassuring this mysterious and beautiful woman before you.

"Peter? You're here?" Wanda asked you.

"Sorry?" you asked back a little confused. "Who's Peter?"

"Peter Parker? Oh come on" Wanda rolled her eyes at you, "I know you, Spider-Man"

You removed your mask, exposing your face. Wanda gasped, "You're not Peter Parker"

"Sorry. I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)" you gave a smile to her. Your smile, something about it seemed familiar.

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was the same smile that haunted her dreams. The smile that graced the faces of her twin boys.

"I've never see someone like you before" you spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ever hear of the Avengers?" she asked you, a small blush making its way across her face.

"Yeah. I'm a proud member" you smiled back.

Could this be it? Could you of all people be the key to the life she had with her boys?

"Since you're not from around here" you gave a nervous shrug, "maybe I could show you around."

You held out your hand to her, a simple little invite but one that held so much more with it. Wanda couldn't help but smile and take your hand.

"I'd like that" she whispered back.

She could see herself already falling in love with you.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda my beloved #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine #multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #spider man #spider man reader #male reader #x male reader #wanda maximoff x male reader

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request GP Photographer Wanda x Model Reader

The Phone Call

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader, Tony and Pepper x reader (Parents/child)

Word Count: 1976

Warnings: Smut, Wanda has a dick, pervert Wanda, phone sex, mommy kink, bottom!Wanda, guiding, handjobs, jerking off to photos, praise, degrading, punishments, edging,

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

Wanda had a love for taking photos, especially when you’d be the model. She loved seeing you pose with a silly face, and she loved making you dress up in cute little outfits. Whether it was a dress or skimpy lingerie, she adored staring at the pictures she had taken of you. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but admire the polaroids when you were gone. And sometimes, she couldn’t help but bring a hand into her pants.

You had left only three days ago on a small road trip to visit your family. Wanda had wanted to go, but her classes and schedule restricted her from doing so. Your family loved her and wanted to see her, but they understood the stress of college.

Wanda had a small box under her bed filled with small polaroids painted with your body. She ran the pad of her thumb over your gorgeous face, smiling to herself when glancing at your beauty. The next photo she grabbed was one of you in only her sweatshirt. It was large, restricting her from seeing the cute pink panties you wore that day. You were smiling whilst holding the ends of the fabric, it was one of her favorite photos of you. The innocence laced in you could only make her imagine the things she’d do to you. Your thighs were exposed, begging to be planted with marks and love bites. Oh, how she wanted to fuck your thighs more than anything.

The next polaroid she lurked upon was one of you wearing a pair of red panties and stockings. Your arm was covering your bra-less breasts as you sucked on a lollipop. You stood on your tiptoes and looked up at nothing, a sweet smile being hidden beneath the sugary treat. Images of you teasing her cock with your mouth filled her mind. The way you licked over the tip so gently as to barely graze it made her go feral. And when you’d take her down to the base, crying and gagging as your hand would massage her balls with the sweetest care, it ruined her.

She couldn’t stop. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself from going through the box, she just couldn’t help it.

You were finishing up dinner with your family, eating the remains of the dessert your mother had baked, and creating a small talk between you and your parents.

“So, Y/N, how’s Wanda?”

“I swear you guys love her more than me at this point.” The two chuckled humorously as you smiled gently, staring down at your food to avoid them seeing your reddened cheeks. It was crazy how she could make you blush from miles and miles away.

“She’s great, yeah. She actually is waiting on her results for her final before the break.” You filled your mouth up with the moist cake that earlier was coated in a ‘Happy Birthday Pepper’ and waited for their response.

“You guys planning on doing anything over break?” Your father asked, your mother nodding along with his words.

“Well, we both want to take time for ourselves but at the same time, we want to explore. If we were to travel, we were thinking Puerto Rico would be nice. It would be great for some pictures and definitely a nice place to visit.” You all continued on for another half an hour before you separated ways and started to walk into your childhood bedroom. The two of them were in their room doing god knows what when you got a call. You looked at the name and saw that it was Wanda. Excitedly picking up the phone, your smile soon got replaced with a look of confusion as you heard small groans on the other side.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” Hearing your voice only made her harder. Her hand was wrapped around her length, slowly stroking the shaft and lightly grazing her thumb over the pre-cum leaking tip.

“Fuck! Y-Y/N, please, it feels so good.” Whimpers left her cracked-open mouth as she expressed her needs to you, only leaving a smirk on your face.

“Wanda, are you touching yourself?” She nodded, only to then remember that you couldn’t see her. But you needed to, you needed to see the way her cock twitched in her hands from the thought of you.

“Wanda, why don’t you facetime me, let mommy help you out.” In a quick few seconds, the camera was being turned on as you got the notification that she was trying to video call. You accepted, being greeted with darkness until you saw her breathtaking face make its way onto your phone.

“My angel is so beautiful, isn’t she? My pretty girl, tell mommy how pretty you are.” She tried to speak, but the moan that left her lips cut her off. She knew she should’ve slowed down her pace, making it easier for her to not cum right away. But it was impossible when picturing it was your hand instead of hers.

“Baby, what did I say? Do you think mommy will be so nice to you if you don’t listen?”

“I’m sorry! Please let me be your good girl tonight, just wanna please you.” She whimpered out in fear and frustration. She tried to listen, she really did. But sometimes, all she wanted to do was be a little brat. She only thought at the moment, not caring about the punishment that she could receive later on.

“I’m your pretty girl, I’m mommy’s pretty girl!” You smiled at her through the camera, now being dressed in nothing but your panties. You rid her of seeing your bare chest, her favorite part of your entire body. She would worship your breasts all night long if she could. She had hundreds of pictures of your chest alone, she went through them all nearly every day.

“Yeah? You’re my girl? My princess?” She groaned in annoyance, watching as her pre-cum continued to drool down her awaiting cock. She wasn’t going to last long, her best bet was just to give in.

“All yours, mommy! I’m your girl, your princess. I’m yours to touch, to own, to fuck, all yours!” She swapped the camera around, letting you watch as her palm pumped her throbbing cock. Her thighs occasionally twitched upwards, her toned abs becoming visible as her chest went up and down due to her rapid breathing. Your breath hitched when hearing footsteps from outside of your old bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to have to be quiet, okay?” She agreed in hopes you’d show her some gratitude for listening, even if deep down she knew you wouldn’t.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? What if they came in here and saw what you were doing for me? I don’t think they’d like you very much if they knew you’re slutting yourself out for their child in the room next to them.”

“God, keep talking to me like that, I’m gonna cum.” She set her phone down, holding the small piece of paper that was marked with your naked body close to her pulsing cock. In the photo, your mouth was split open, your eyes closed as drops of her juices painted your face. She remembers exactly how that night went. You were tired, sleeping as you waited for her to get home from work. She came home needy and woke you up, crying as you jerked her off slowly, not letting her finish until you said. You edged her over and over, only letting her cum when she was shaking and twitching. That night, you cockwarmed her as you slept. She tried to sleep just like you, but it was impossible with the way you clenched around her so tightly. You woke up to her release dripping out of you and a sleeping Wanda that you soon woke up to head.

“Darling? You still there?” Wanda hadn’t even realized that she was stuck in her head and missed what you said. You were sat with the phone in your hand, the other in your underwear, and toying with your clit. You weren’t going to let her cum until you did, it was one of your rules that she despised and loved at the same time. She loved making you finish more than anything, but she hated waiting when she was so close to tipping over the edge. You knew how desperate she always was, and you loved that dearly. And what you loved most of all, was knowing that it was all because of you.

“Y-yeah, I was just thinking.”

“About what, baby?” She contemplated telling you, worried you’d think she was a pervert for looking at your photos. Even though you knew all about them. But you wouldn’t tell her that, you liked knowing how gross she was for you. That she’d get hard just from looking at your photos.

“C’mon, Wanda, tell mommy what you’re thinking about.” You egged her on. She could feel herself falling into that headspace, the one only you could cause. Her mind would go fuzzy, any thought leaving her mind as all she could focus on was you and your angelic voice. You loved when she got like that, when she was so needy that she couldn’t even think without your help.

“Of you, I was thinking of you, mommy.” You hummed, clearly not satisfied with her answer.

“Yeah? What about me?” When she didn’t give an answer, you forced it out of her, threatening her with a punishment if she didn’t speak.

“No! No! Please, I’ll tell you.”

“Go on then, tell mommy what nasty thoughts are going through your pretty little head.” She took in a deep breath, preparing herself to hear the degrading words that would leave your mouth.

“I was thinking about- ah! Mommy, please!” She was so close, basically on the verge of cumming as you only mocked her desperate antics.

“Baby, you know I won’t let you cum if you don’t tell me all those sweet little thoughts.”

“Fuck! I was thinking about you, and about you sucking me off. The way you wrap your mouth around me and go all the way down. The way you gag and cry. The way you moan around me. The way you look at me and talk to me. God, it’s so hot, I can’t stop picturing it.” You circled your clit faster as you listened to her speak, making a mental note to exaggerate those actions the next time you’d be with her.

“You get mommy so wet, baby. Do you like knowing that? You like knowing that mommy is dripping just for you.” She whined out pathetically.

“Hmm, what a shame you aren’t here, I would’ve had you licking me up in no time.” She begged and begged for the next few minutes, hoping you’d finally let her cum. And you were getting so close to breaking.

“Shit! My God- please! Please, mommy, I’ll do anything. You can punish me, I don’t care, just please let me cum. Just this one time?”

“Do it, Wanda, cum for me.” The second you let out those words, she let herself go, spurts of her release coating her hand and lower stomach. She moaned louder than ever before, the picture that was still in her hand being covered in her juices. You let yourself finish with her, covering your mouth to hide any noises to make sure your parents wouldn’t hear. It was late, you didn’t want to wake them up to hearing your moans for someone who they thought was so sweet and innocent.

“Holy shit. The second I come home, I want you on your knees, naked, and waiting for me on the bed.” And with that, you hung up, leaving her with a slightly hardened cock and the perfect image of what was to come.

Taglist: @boredandneedfanfics @obsessedwithhereyes

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[wandasmistress]

Revelations and Reprimands

Synopsis- Wanda overhears the conversation you have with Tommy and Billy when you think she isn't around, she is not pleased one bit when hears what you utter.

Pairings- Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings- Bad parenting (?)

Word Count- 3k

A/N- Gonna post this then dip for a few months. To my followers tho, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I love yaa!!

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The rays of sun up above were beating down on your exposed neck like an insistent hot skillet clad onto your back, the sweat glistened on your body making you look like a sizzling hot dog amongst the raging flames on a grill. The heat is the reason why you were only in a white tank top paired with old basketball shorts that have garnered numerous paint stains from moving into your current home a few years ago.

The blaring heat also being the cause for Tommy and Billy to be doused in layers of sunscreen as they protested against Wanda who was stern with them that she didn't want them to get sunburnt, making it her mission to lather every inch of their exposed skin.

As Wanda looked out the window she couldn't help but smile at the sight she had trouble keeping her eyes off of as she prepared a grand lunch for you and the boys. 

She was positioned in front of the sink washing the freshly picked strawberries from her very own garden that she took much pride in bragging about at PTA meetings and in her gardening Facebook group. Constantly glancing out the window to see your crouched form near the sliding back door, spray bottle in hand as you portrayed a concentrated demeanor coupled with Billy and Tommy’s kidlike shouts as they played on the swings with huge toothless smiles that made her heart spin thousands of times over. 

The cold water running down her fingers as she rubbed the ripe berries was a stark contrast to the heat berating you, but not more annoying than the bugs that sought to unionize in various places in your home. Pain from a stiff back and exhausting heat outweighed waking up at three am with a certain someone ripping all the sheets from the bed swearing to have seen a colony of ants congregating by her pillowside. Coupled with the constant excuses Tommy and Billy gave during dinner time, claiming there were tiny critters crawling around in their greens which was a clear lie, although the slight tensing of Wanda’s jaw showed her irritation.

Deciding to multitask with your outside chores, a large white garbage bag is stationed next to your figure, stuffed with various weeds that you had previously pulled from the ground. Now was the perfect opportunity to get this done so Wanda was no longer on your ass, complaining about how the weeds made her garden look messy. You, never being able to say no to her, made the decision for the chores to be completed sooner than later a reality.

Just as you set down the bug repellent to yank a dwindling mini weed, out of the corner of your eye you catch a literal settlement of small and big ants scurrying in a single file line. Your hand already grabbing the spray bottle as you didn’t hesitate to hose down the small colony. Eyes scrunched as you watched the ants scatter and disassemble.

What you failed to notice was Billy’s approaching figure with a quizzical look etched onto his juvenile face. As he came up from behind you with a question on the tip of his tongue Tommy rushed from behind, trying to get him to come back to the swings.

“C'mon Billy, one more round on the swings then we can have a slide race!” Tommy gasped out, his features exuding pure happiness as he attempted to tug his brother along. How he wasn’t breathless from running that long distance to where Billy was standing was something that stuck to the back of your mind.

But Billy was too focused on what you were doing, Tommy’s uproar of a claim already catching your attention and making you aware of their presence, your head twisting in their direction with a smirk represented on your face.

Just then Tommy let out a small squeal at the putrid smell that had just entered his nostril, his small hands coming to cover his nose swiftly.

“Don’t be such a baby, Tommy, it’s just bug repellent. Look mama’s using it to kill the bugs.” Billy stated with a smug smile on his face, knowing that statement would trigger him in some way because Tommy loved to claim he knew everything using the fact that he was older to support that idea. 

The smile on your lips broadens at the banter going on between the prepubescent boys that had started to occur after Billy’s words. “Hey, maybe you guys should take your talk over there. Your mom would kill me if she knew I had you guys over her next to these heavy chemicals.” You remarked as you pointed your gloved finger towards the play set with raised eyebrows.

But that idea was quickly cut off when Billy pointed his stubby pointer finger in the direction of the ground, your gaze turning to yet another wave of ants. You motioned for the boys to move back as you release another wave of chemical death toward the pests. A fresh wave of wind shifted some of the rancid mist in the direction of the boys. Billy’s face scrunched up in disgust while Tommy had let out a mantra of words that you’d never thought you hear come from his mouth in all his youthful glory.

“Holy shit! That stinks.”

An automatic laugh escaped from your mouth before you could really process the situation, Billy’s laughter not helping you reel in your initial shock to chastise Tommy. You blow out some air from your mouth before you try to act like an adult and reprimand him for his language. But the sight of Billy with his hands on his head and huge toothless beam made the thought of telling the kid who stood in anxiousness off. 

“Mama, why are you killing the bugs if they are outside?” Tommy asks in a haze of innocence.

You bite down on your bottom lip trying to find a reasonable answer to tell the young children, “These bugs tend to get inside no matter how hard I try to block them from the inside, you guys aren’t leaving the windows open when you’re not supposed to right?” You add at the end that gets some playful laughter out of the boys. Billy and Tommy chuckle as they grab their bellies, shaking their heads in the negative.

Their cheery laughter makes you look back towards them and question their honesty as you raise your eyebrows with a knowingly look in their direction, the only expression each of them gives is an expression with wide eyes and pressed lips, a look that you have known well when confronting them about their naughtiness. 

You exert a low chuckle at their mischievous behavior, “Don’t tell your mommy I said this but I think it’s her, she’s always leaving them open in our room and in the kitchen.” Silly beams were planted on their faces as they listened closely to your words.

You motioned them closer with your fingers, trying to create more distance from where you guys were huddled and the window you could see Wanda from, who was occupied with her back turned in the kitchen, “Hey listen, when I was in the backyard one day I could hear her singing in our room from all the way down here. Definitely better than Auntie Agatha’s.” 

Loud chuckles are released from their small lungs, the boys go into an uncontrollable fit of laughter when you mentioned Agatha’s not-so-enjoyable singing that she had no problem sharing when she came over every other weekend.

While the boys are coming down from their laughing fit you are quick to spray a spider web that has made its way awfully close to a window that was unsurprisingly cracked open. 

“These damn spiders keep coming back, so I thought if I kill their family they won’t feel at home here anymore. No more children to practice teaching how to spin a web with, and no more momma for them to find pleasure with.” You unconsciously spit out, whispering the last part under your breath. Forgetting the presence of your kids and their innocent minds for a split second, when you do there is a slight freeze in your motions afterward, but what’s the harm if Wanda isn’t around to hear it?

Unfortunately, Wanda had heard every word of that sentence. What you failed to realize was her presence leaning on the threshold of the backyard door. During the time you had been talking to Tommy and Billy, she had fully set up the outside table for the lunch she had completed, only staying to watch you three with a bright smile on her face when she heard the gracious laughter of her godsent boys.

A warm style remained on her face as she watched the sight of you three naturally conversing, but that snug smile quickly vanished from her face the second she heard that far-fetched sentence spoken into existence by you. A cloud of hurt waved over her just elated demeanor, as you told the story about killing the spiders family so it would no longer find your house a home and stay, it hit her close to home in the chest making her hug her stomach as a slight storm brewed within her.

A second before she was about to interrupt the laughter coming from the boys she witnessed something she wouldn’t have thought to occur for years, that specific something coming from her ten-year-old boys. She witnessed Billy and Tommy turning towards each other to exchange whispers with one another, fear and apprehension laced Billy’s face as Tommy had a poised expression. After their whispers, they nodded their heads toward one another and looked your way with that mischievous look they tended to hold when they were about to commit an indecent act.

“Fuck that spider's family.” Tommy voiced brazenly, his and Billy’s eyes gauging your reaction. Waiting to see if you would berate them like Wanda would have if she heard those words come from their mouths. After all, between their two parents, you were definitely the more laid-back one who let more things slide when you shouldn’t.

Wanda’s blood began to simmer at the lack of your reaction, her head tilting to the right as her jaw slightly clenched. Her infuriation rose to an all-time high when you turned around with a smirk on your face and uttered a string of words that managed to turn her evening completely upside down.

“That’s right, fuck their families.” The two giddy children broke into another fit of laughter at your lack of care for what the older twin had spewed moments ago and your response. All the laughter in the next moment immediately stopped with brief words coupled with a tone so daunting all the color drained from you and the two youngsters' faces.

“Thomas. William. Wash your hands.” Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes remained on your frozen figure and nowhere else. The boys quickly looked in her direction while avoiding eye contact, scurrying past her so she couldn’t scold them even for a second. When the boys were out of eyesight her gaze rested on you coldly, your eyes aimed towards the patio as your teeth kept your lower lip interlocked and your thoughts running rampant on all the possibilities of Wanda giving you a much-needed earful. 

Now Wanda knew where the trait of avoiding eye contact when in deep trouble came from which was deeply rooted in the boys. Being shaken out of her thoughts as your figure ascended into a standing position, your eyes finally met her. Wanda still held an appalled look, her eyes staring deadly into yours. A small whimper was released from your parted lips at her chilling glare. You don’t know how much she heard and you didn’t want to know, the thought of the unknown not bothering you in the slightest.

Putting down the bug killer and plopping your dirty garden gloves next to the canister, you make your way over to Wanda’s intimidating figure. A big lump in your throat prevents you from emitting coherent words from your mouth, you stand in front of Wanda, your ability to talk has suddenly disappeared and now you are looking foolish.

Although it doesn't show on your face your heart is thumping so hard like a sledgehammer is consistently pounding on your heart due to the panic coursing through your bones. Wanda’s silence coupled with her intense stare starts to move some gears inside of you that aren’t so appropriate for this situation. With your thoughts being loud, also before you can knock those thoughts out of your head she helps you, “Y/n.”

You stutter with a mixture of fear and nervousness from her intense gaze, “Ok, my bad. You know when you look at me like that it ju-” 

But she is quick to cut you off, not wanting you to deter the conversation from its true purpose, “Don’t.”

That instant you shut up and keep your lips sealed, shaking your head as a fidgety gesture. Her tone assures you of the wrath that is about to come, and rightfully so. Her hands are still crossed as she starts raining down her thoughts of pure discontent with your actions toward allowing the boys to behave that way without a scolding.

Billy and Tommy have neglected to actually go and wash their hands for lunch, instead peaking around the kitchen counter to witness Wanda uncrossing her arms, gesturing frantically with her arms. Your face is filled with regret as you shake your head after every word she says, not daring to utter a single word.

The children watch from beyond with wide eyes and stunned faces, Wanda’s voice starting to rise slightly as you fail to respond to any of the questions she asked. Tommy turns around to Billy with a worried expression, “Does this mean they are gonna divorce?” He whispered, his small body filled with too much unease. 

Billy looks over with a frightened look. “No Tommy, they can’t. When people love each other they can never stop, mommy and mama included.”

Tommy wasn’t at all relieved at Billy’s statement, his worry growing tenfolds at possibly being the cause of his parents leaving each other because of his actions. The boys turned back towards their bickering parents the second they heard your voice that had been radio silent for the past minutes.

“I know baby, I was joking. I promise you I didn’t mean any of it.” You tried to convey to her, knowing her history, internally punching yourself over and over again for even mentioning that earlier sentence. Your hands slowly approach her wrists to provide her some comfort.

She is quick to swat your approaching hands away as her blood is still boiling, her eyebrows scrunching in exasperation, “Don’t baby me right now. You shouldn’t be telling our children stories about killing a bug's family and then proceeding to laugh about it.” She states in such vigor you internally agree to shut the fuck up for the time being, “I don’t give a fuck if you were joking, Y/n, never do that shit again.” She delivers in a tone of finality, her head tilt returning again.

You shake your head in silent agreement, accepting the fact that you fucked up and need to do better. As you look away from Wanda’s piercing evergreen eyes you catch sight of Tommy and Billy peaking at you two from the kitchen, your eyebrows rising in surprise which causes Wanda to turn around and catch sight of them too.

Wanda lets out a strained sigh, pressing her palm against her forehead, not wanting Billy and Tommy to see their parents arguing has gone completely out of the window. Rubbing the creases on her forehead away before she makes eye contact with both of the boys.

Increasing the pitch of her voice she says, “I didn’t know you guys were there sorry, don’t be like your mommy, both of us.” Turning to give you a disturbing glare.

“How comes we can’t say it but you can? “Tommy suddenly implored with bunched eyebrows.

Wanda releases a quick breath in disbelief, shaking her head at the sudden gall he had to ask her such a question, “Because first of all I am an adult, but most importantly your mother.” Her previous high pitch voice was gone.

She thought she had finally cracked the audacity that spawned in the twins today but was taken aback when the next moment they turned their heads whispering to one another then snickering, Billy shoving Tommy’s shoulder with wide eyes, albeit still giggling. You stood where you were, with no intention of getting scolded again or going in between the wrath of Wanda and her parenting. 

Wanda tells them to share what they want to hide so badly, causing Billy to immediately stop his laughter and look like a dear caught in headlights, his eyes looking over to you for a semblance of help that you were afraid to even think about giving, fearful of Wanda’s deathly gaze adorning you again.

Tommy like the brave soul he has consistently appeared to be this evening had no problem telling Wanda what he was just whispering in his twin's ear, “Since that spider's family is dead now they don’t have a momma to pleasure…that it should come find you like Mama said earlier.” He ends with a finger pointing in your direction, practically slapping you while he is at it.

Fuck. Your facial features, body, breathing, and hell even heart stopped for those unsettling few seconds of silence, no one dared move as the tension was almost visible. Your eyes glued onto Wanda’s figure, her body unmoving, but damn was her mind was whirling with a million thoughts swimming words she rather the boys not hear at their young age. 

Your blood runs ice cold as you see Wanda slowly turn her head back in your direction. Her facial features are void of emotion as she deeply stares into your soul. You kept eye contact with her, afraid to even move a single muscle after she waved the twins away to their rooms. And once you saw her head tilt to the right you swear you saw a flash of heavens gates, at least this wouldn’t be the worst way to go out, staring into the eyes of your beloved wife who would be putting you there.

“Y/n!”

Oh shit. Yes oh shit indeed.

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[lifespectator]

Wanda takes Y/n to her gingerbread house

Wanda: Everything you see here is edible.

Y/n, eyeing up Wanda: Everything?

Wanda, under her breath: Everything.

Agatha: Do ya'll think before you speak?

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[maximoffhimbo]

Birthday club business

Summary: your 22nd birthday was planned to be a nice night in by yourself - your coworkers have other ideas.

Warnings: male reader / blowjobs / ‘corruption’/ innocent-ish reader / strip clubs

It was your birthday, another year of sitting at a desk 5 days a week waiting for the 2 days of freedom. Luckily your birthday was on a Friday. Unluckily your coworkers were typical ‘lads’.

“Sam? Can you get those files sent to the cfo please?” Your boss, Sarah, said drearily. These meeting were held every Friday to wrap up the week and every Friday they were boring. Your coworkers didn’t listen to her, of course they didn’t. In their eyes she was less than them due to her gender. Half of the guys sitting around you were on their phones playing candy crush or some shit.

“Before I forget, y/n? Happy birthday.” A chorus of cheers and oddly deep noises came from the men around you. “y/n mate, why didn’t you tell us it was your birthday?” Charlie, one of the most laddish guys said, holding tightly on to your shoulders from behind. “Oh I just don’t really celebrate that’s all” you said quietly. Of course your plan for the night was simple: home, pyjamas, takeout, movie, bed by 11. In your eyes a perfect night in. Within minutes the guys were discussing where to take you for your birthday. You couldn’t think of anything worse, yet they were extremely passionate about getting you to hook up with a ‘chick’ as they say.

That’s how you ended up here. A strip club in a not-so-great part of town. You were sat in the middle of 9 other guys, it felt like a bad porno if you were being honest with yourself. “She’s fine as fuck” one guy said. “Dude y/n deserves the pick of the litter.” The way these guys were talking honestly made you sick to your stomach. “Come on y/n pick!” You visibly cringed at Charlie’s need for you to pick a girl. You looked around the dark red club. Music was shattering your ear drums whilst the lights were vaporising your eyes. It was all too overwhelming, you could barely make of your hands in front of your face for gods sake.

The club was full of guys waving money into the dancers faces. It wasn’t exactly where you’d imagined yourself for your 22nd birthday. “Okay fine, I’ll sort you out.” Charlie stood from the table waving over a server, she looked to be no older than 18. “Hey gorgeous, who’s the best slut in this place?” You cringed and shrunk down in your seat feeling ashamed for being around these guys. “Charlie don’t say that.” You said slightly above a whisper. Charlie kicked you under the table and continued talking to the waitress.

Before you knew it you were following her to a private dance room. You wanted to run, to apologise for your friend yet your mind was completely frozen. Arriving at a room the girl, who you heards name was Crystal (you doubted that was her real name) glared at you. You smiled tightly at her before she walked off. You opened the door and were met with a black room with red trim and decorations. “I’m going to be murdered” you said under your breath.

You took a seat on the large black leather sofa, shuffling nervously, praying that this dancer didn’t turn up. It took around 2 minutes of sitting in silence for the door to open. A girl walked in, long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She sauntered over to you, thinking you were like all the other guys she danced for. Instead you moved away, offering her a hand, “I’m y/n.” She chuckled “And I’m scarlet.” She whispered, attempting to move closer to you. You tensed up and she noticed. “What can I do for you handsome?” She said gently as she moved away slightly as to not scare you. “I-I dont know, my coworkers brought me here for my birthday. I didn’t really…want to come.” Her eyes softened, you were such a cutie. She moved on to the small circular stage in the middle of the room, adjusting her revealing red sequin outfit. “I’ll just dance for you, okay?” She smirked as she turned on a small music player. Lana Del Rey’s ‘Art Deco’ came on as she began to move seductively around the poll. You watched, amazed. You hadn’t wanted to come here but this girl, this woman was something otherworldly. Her hips moved in time with the slow beat. Her hands raked her body whilst she sauntered around the poll. For a while you forgot this was a strip club, until the slowly began to peel her tight, blood red corset-top off. The buttons snapped at the front so removing it was easy. Her fingers made quick work of it, long svelte fingers worked the fabric, like a painter to canvas. Her breasts were freed.

She moved around the poll, her nipples pebbled, she eyed you with a hunger. Like an animal to prey. Her high black heels clicked against the floor with every step, making your heart beat quicken. She bit her lip as she bent over and grabbed the poll, maintaining eye contact with you. She swaying her ass rhythmically, her eyes holding a mischievous glint. Your heartbeat quickened as it moved throughout your body. The thrum in your core hammered. Your soft cock growing with every sway of her hips. You hadn’t even noticed the state of yourself, far too enthralled with the woman’s performance. She however did notice. She stood up slowly, moving to the front of the stage, her eyes still on you. Her thumbs found themselves within the waistband of her panties. Slowly and effortlessly she pulled them down her porcelain thighs, biting her lip as she moved her eyes over your face.

You were different to her usual customer. She was used to men talking to her the entire time, even going as far as to beg her for sex. But you, you just sat there, admiring her. You didn’t look like you wanted to pounce on her, you looked gentle, tame. Once her panties dropped she turned around, showing off her perfect ass. “You like that pretty boy?” Your breath caught in your throat as you nodded, “you’re v-very pretty” you stuttered out. She smirked. She’d never felt the need to touch one of her customers, let alone ‘corrupt’ them. Yet she wanted to please you. She watched as you shuffled uncomfortably, your cock straining painfully against your trousers. Scarlet stepped off the stage slowly, sauntering over to you. She stood above you looking down. “Take your trousers off” she said slightly above a whisper. “W-what?” You said, eyes wide. “You heard me. Trousers off.” You stood up slowly, eyeing her with confusion. Your hand moved to your belt as you slowly unbuckled it. She watched you hungrily. Your hands shook as you pulled down your zipper and finally your trousers. She moved back slightly, admiring the slight wet patch on your grey boxers. From there everything went into slow motion for you. She knelt before you kissing your sore bulge. “W-wait scarlet, this can’t be allowed,” scarlet chuckled looking up at you through her lashes. It definitely wasn’t allowed but ‘scarlet’ got what she wanted.

She pulled your boxers down letting your cock spring free. She gasped, your cocks tip was pink and swollen, drooling with precum. “Oh baby.” Scarlet said eyeing you up and down. She smirked and placed a kiss on your shaft “you know, if I’m going to do this you might as well know my real name.” You groaned quietly nodding to whatever she said. “It’s wanda.”

Wanda had been sucking your cock for what felt like an eternity. She pulled away, mascara running down her cheeks, a long thick strand of saliva keeping you both attached. She leant down, spreading your legs slightly. “You know, y/n…” She kisses your shaft gently. “…I never let this happen” she moved her kisses upwards towards your tip. You groaned, butterflies spilling from your chest into your stomach. Wanda began making out with your cock head, slowly and sensually, keeping eye contact with you. Your head fell back on the sofa. “Fuck Wanda, fuck I’m gonna cum.” As if cold water was poured on her she stood up, smirking. “I’m not done with you yet baby boy.”

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[confidant-thoughts]

“Don’t worry darling, I have everything under control” 😉

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[moonysreid]

i feel like forehead kisses with wanda would be really intimate, especially when she has the ability to know what’s going on inside your head

a kiss to your forehead is wanda’s way of ridding you of negative or racing thoughts

imagine you’ve got a headache and she lays a kiss where the pain is mainly radiating from

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[mad-maximoff]

𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬

Summary: You and Wanda are on vacation in a remote area, finally having all the time you can have with each other

Warnings: language, wlw sex, soft sex, fingering (receiving/giving), hickey's, dirty talk, praise kink, nipple-play, squirting, talk about weight (not in a bad way)

Word Count: 3,976

(I'm soo excited to see She-Hulk! Idc what anyone says, she-hulk is hot! I'm looking forward to it! So I'm adding some she-hulk stuff a little bit in here <3)

Your cabin was small. It was cozy, it started snowing the night before so a white blanket lay perfectly in the woods. The white powder consisted of the dusk of the night settling in. You sat adjacent in an armchair beside the sliding doors leading off to the balcony. You sat nuzzled deeply in the chair reading a book, you weren't too confident in your reading skills or reading aloud. So you'd silently read aloud to yourself to make the text more understandable.

"I feel I s-stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and y-you are raining down upon me."

Your feet rubbed against each other feeling the friction of your soft socks. You have just got out of the shower, you let Wanda go after you. You and Wanda were on vacation. Both you and she felt overworked. Wanda went on countless missions, you were stacked up with case files on top of files working for Jennifer Walters. You thought working for the famous green lawyer would be a breeze, but unfortunately defending super-powered individuals is tougher than you expected.

You continued reading your book as you noticed the shower shut off. The door cracked open seeing Wanda soaked, her hair drenched sticking to her back, wrapped in a fluffy brown towel. "Sorry detka, did I disturb you?" Her hand swept her hair off her back leaving water spots over the wall. Her back faced you untucking her towel to dry her hair.

"Oh no babe, you're fine. I'm almost done with my chapter anyways." You changed your position from curled up in a ball to sitting normally with your legs crossed at your ankles. Your eyes were glued to Wanda's legs. The tiny droplets ran down her calves making her skin sparkle. Her ass jiggled with every slight move her thigh took. You've seen your girlfriend naked countless times before tonight, but in this setting, it made her body look new.

She turned around exposing her entire naked form. Her breasts sat seamlessly, with her nipples perked up as she dried herself off.

"How is your book coming along anyways? You're reading Carol, right? Didn't we see the movie before we came here?" She tilted her head finger-combing through her auburn locks. She threw her towel into a laundry basket and went into her suitcase pulling out a bottle of lotion.

You closed your book and firmly rested it on the seat of the armchair as you stood. "Yeah we did, but I heard the book has some more stuff in it than the movie did. The book was originally called 'The Price Of Salt' before the movie even came out." You were wearing Wanda's rope. You always did when she wasn't wearing it. You sat at the foot of the bed inches away from Wanda. You just watched. You watched her rub lotion over her thighs to her ankles. "Oh really? I didn't know that. I love that you know all of this type of information." She made it to her arms.

"Honey? Do you need help with your back?" You stood up behind her pushing tiny strands of hair to her chest. She cocked her head to stare at you. She grinned so softly. "I would never say no to you dragă." She reached over to you giving you the bottle. You lathered your hands in a white coat. Your hands grazed her hips, connecting to her lower torso. You travelled up to her back, making her shiver. "Jesus Christ! You couldn't warm your hands first at least!" Her spine jolted raising an eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry Wanda." You giggled watching your hands make it up to her shoulders. You notice a large strand of her hair stuck on the left side of her shoulder. You brush it away seeing a tattoo you've never seen.

"Wanda? When did you get this? It's new. What does it say?" It was a tiny tattoo written in Sokoivan. Your Sokoivan wasn't the greatest. Your finger grazed it. It wasn't scapped or inflamed. It was freshly healed feeling the skin.

"Fratele meu iubit. It says, my beloved brother. I got it on my last mission in Amsterdam. I wanted to get something for Pietro." Your palm laid flat on her new tattoo, wiping the rest of the leftover lotion leaving no residue behind.

"It's beautiful Wanda. How did it feel for you?" You had tons of tattoos all over your body. None of your face but your neck to your toes were full. You closed the cap of the lotion throwing it on top of Wanda's clothes in a suitcase. You turned to face her. Her arms crossed her chest noticing her arms were coated in goosebumps.

"It hurt like hell, I don't know how you get so many. Mine only took 20 minutes and it felt like an eternity. The needle felt like I was getting a cat scratch from a flamethrower! I remember sitting with you for 4 hours when you got your kneecap done. How do you do it?!" She chuckled sitting her bare bottom on the comforter.

"Haha! I have no clue, to be honest. It does hurt like a bitch at first, but then after an hour I numb out." You sat next to her laying your hand comfortably on her thigh. Wanda's thigh twitched underneath your fingers. Goosebumps were forming on her legs as well.

"Well, I'm never getting another tattoo again. One is enough for a lifetime. Now, give me back my damn robe! I'm frozen sitting here buck-naked!" Her arms unlocked from her chest untying the rope around your waist. Her robe was grey, it was soft. You knew why you and Wanda liked it so much.

"It's not your robe. It's our rope honey-bun." You caressed the collar of the robe sitting gently across your neck. She rolled her eyes, sucking through her teeth. "Oh is it now? Cause I remember Natasha giving me her robe to me personally."

"Hey! You're dating me remember? Your clothes are my clothes and vice versa. Plus, I know a different way to warm you up." You began to straddle Wanda's thighs allowing her hands to wrap around your waist.

"Oh, do you now? Well, show me that nebun." Her head tilted softly grinning ear to ear. Your hands untied the rope sliding off the grey fabric. Wanda's eyes glowed a light red as they grew wide. You've never worn pink before. Your style was very tomboy. You'd wear suits for friendly parties but when you had to appear at formal events for work, Wanda talked you into wearing dresses. Your boss Jennifer took Wanda's case to defend her in court when the US government wanted to prosecute her under the Sokoivan Accords. That's how you two met.

Your lingerie was see-through light pink with red heart poka-dots across the bra and panty. She bit the bottom of her lip staring you up and down.

"Pink? Really? I thought you don't like pink girly shit? Your exact words." Her hands rested on your love handles circling her thumbs across your stomach. Your neck dropped down grinning into a kiss. You felt warm all over, raising your hand to Wanda's cheek. You explored each other for some time breaking only for air. Wanda was giddy, her body language was electric. Your kisses were tender to her. Her lips softly glided across hers. Both of you took shallow breaths out, resting your foreheads against each other.

"To answer your question. This isn't for me. It's for you." You dropped your hands from Wanda's face, hiking up your thong on top of your little flab on your hip bones. Wanda's eyes glowed bright red as you noticed the clasp of your bra unhook. The constricting feeling loosened around your chest.

"You look beautiful without fancy fabric. But I give you brownie points for being creative." Her index finger is hooked underneath the underwire of your bra ripping it off your arms. Your boobs bounced free, her fingertip fondled the diamond hearts pierced in your erect nipple. Wanda loved all your piercings you had, but she especially loved her nipple rings the most. Her head ducked connecting her teeth to the skin of your chest. Her eyes met yours lightly sucking the skin her teeth grasped.

"Oh...Wanda..." You animated a tiny moan watching the area turn a bright red under her lips. She let go watching your skin heated where her teeth embedded. Her soft lips trailed lower, and her bottom lip grazed your nipple exhaling out. Her body was warm but her breath was frozen on your already harden bud. You wince as it stung, not in a painful way, more of a sweet way. It made all of the hairs on your body stand straight. You knew exactly what she was going to do next. Her eyes gave it away. Her hand grasped hold of your other breast, and her warm hand cupped you fully moving in a circular motion. Wanda's eyes locked with yours before her lips parted sucking your metallic bud.

You're quiet moan turned to a high-pitched squeak, trying not to lose control of yourself. Your hands ran through Wanda's dark auburn hair clenching up at her scalp.

"You like this Y/n? Tell me. Tell you how much you like this baby." Her tongue rolled across your erect nipple, lifting each side of the metal heart on her tongue.

"Fuck...I love it so much...You have no idea." Your voice was quiet as a church mouse, even when you both were alone in the cabin together. You were so used to visiting Wanda in shared spaces with the rest of the Avengers that you had to be quiet or else everyone would bug and joke around. Wanda slowly began to suck gently. A smirk appeared on Wanda's face. She giggled shifting her thigh underneath you knowing your core was illuminating heat.

"Mmm..you're already wet huh detka? Ești atât de nevoiaș." Wanda stopped sucking your nipple rubbing your wet bud between her index and middle finger.

"Da, am nevoie. So needy Wanda. Please, I need you so bad." Your hands fell from her scalp resting around her neck.

"You're such a good girl Y/n. Lay down on your back. Now." Her hand struck your ass. It sent a jolt through you.

You obediently laid down flat on your back, you adjusted your thong again creating a V with the fabric along your hip bones. "You don't need to do that anymore baby, you won't have them on for long." Wanda stood at the foot of the bed tracing her fingertip along the hem of the pink cloth. Her hand glowed a soft red hue, your hips relaxed feeling the thong slowly creep down your thighs past your knees. Falling to the floor underneath the bed. The red hue began to brighten, hovering her hand over your body. You felt the comforter move, but it wasn't the comforter at all, it was you. Your body was moving. The top of your head touched the bottom of the pillow smoothly. Wanda drifted her fingers along your thighs, creating goosebumps on your skin.

"Go on, open up fetița-bebe." Her hands got ahold of your inner thighs tightening her grip. You've always done what you were told though, something in you wanted to tease her a little bit. You looked down, shaking your head. Wanda's head tilted raising a brow. Her nails dug into the soft part of your thighs. "Huh? What? Are you gonna be a good slut for me hm? Now, be a good girl and open your fucking legs." The red in her eyes took over her whole pupil. Your legs began to shake trying to fight her magic. Her body bent down with her glowing hands still on top of your thighs trying her damnest to pry you open. Her head ducked biting on the round part of my stomach. Her teeth bit down your flab hungrily, you winced slipping your eyes shut. You couldn't win against her. She won. Your legs cracked open. Your center throbbed sensing the air touch your opening. Your entire body shook in excitement as the wet feeling creep out of you.

"Mmm...well look at that. My cute little slut is wet already. Do I need to help this little slut?" Wanda's hands still laid on your thighs, they raised caressing your mound. Her touch was feather-like, her face painted a cautionary smile turning into her biting her bottom lip. God, you wish you were biting that lip. All things Wanda did drove you crazy, she knew what made you excited. Wanda bent her knees between your legs sliding her body close to your center.

You murmured out a single word. Wanda's brows furrowed tilting her head. "Sorry? I didn't catch that. Speak up!" Her hand grasped your chin roughly, noticing her nails digging deep.

"Yes! I need your help. Please, Wanda..." Your body vibrated feeling Wanda's thighs against yours. She adjusted her hair to lay behind her shoulders. "Good." Wanda let go of your chin dropping into you. Her fingers slid perfectly through your folds effortlessly. Her hand glided around your entrance, up to your clit not missing a moment. You began to prompt your back against the pillow she put you onto. Wanda looked too busy to notice you sneaking your hand under her frame. Your hand felt her radiate heat between her legs as she worked into you. She finally pressed two fingers through your lips into your hole.

“Oh fuck…Wanda!-“ Your words were tied together not forming coherent sentences. Your walls softly clenched around her fingers. Your juices created a little pool under your butt. Her thumb grazed your clit, flicking her fingers inside you trying to catch your g-spot. She finally got ahold of it, however, as she noticed your moans becoming loud. Her other hand crept up to the middle of your breasts pressing firmly. Her hips bucked against her hand giving a sense you were riding her. You gave in to her wishes, motioning your hips in the same motion. You loved every cute thing Wanda did in the bedroom. How her cheeks would turn from blush to deep crimson, how her body swayed along yours, Wanda’s little grin she’d display turning into her teeth biting down on her body lip.

“Uh huh-…god you look so beautiful detka. Your perfect little pussy needed some of my attention didn’t it?” She nodded giving a deep chuckle and raising her eyebrows. You nodded yourself, continuing to thrust into Wanda’s fingers seamlessly. You two were in a perfect position where you can touch Wanda too. She was so distracted by watching you turn to putty that the inside of her thighs was glistening down.

“You…need attention too!!” Your hand regained feeling between Wanda’s legs, touching her clit with the tip of your middle finger. Her face turned back to a blush pink shrieking out a moan, trying to compose herself. But it was only you two. You’ve both done this dance many, many times. You both were so comfortable with each other know nothing would surprise each other right now. Especially in the state you two were in. Even if it’s been a while since you’ve both been this loving to each other.

“Y/n..fuck…ma faci sa ma simt atat de bine..” Her hair dangled around her face looking down at herself, how her body was reacting to your touch.

“I love touching you too!… Oh my god! Shit! I’m gonna cum!” Your body shot tiny little sparks through your arms and legs making you buckle.

“No! No, no, no. Y/n please not yet. Let me get there, I’m so close please amor.” Wanda let out tilting her head back to the ceiling. You wanted to comply, you truly did. Though you knew rightfully well from the other times you and she tried to cum together it was never perfect.

On the other hand, how could you say no? Your girlfriend looked so beautiful begging. You had to give it another shot. You inhaled trying to comfort yourself into calming down for her. “Okay..” You weren’t too confident about following through with it but you always tried for her. Especially when her face lit up when agreed with her. “That’s my girl.” Wanda raised her body between your legs to hover above your thigh. Your hand had all the access to her, as she still was pumping your pussy. Her center was throbbing against your fingertip as she already said; she was closer than she initially thought. Your middle finger applied pressure on her little button. Amplifying her body language to extensive lengths.

“Oh fuck! Y/n! Keep going…k-keep going!…” Wanda cried out trailing off her words until all was heard was her soft grunts on your fingers. “Jesus Christ-…” She breathed out losing focus on what was doing originally. Her fingers are still partially inside you not making much movement. Your body needed more. More of her, your whole body began to try to communicate with Wanda to keep fucking you. Your thighs twitched underneath Wanda’s body. Your stomach had an empty feeling tracing up your chest to your throat. Leaving a heavy lump behind. You shallowed but it only made your vocal cords vibrate as well. You had to say it. Or else god knows you’ll explode.

“Wanda…keep going! Please..” The sweat of your brows came running down in your line of vision, you couldn’t quite whisk it away with your hands preoccupied already. You tried to shake it away but to no avail, it didn't work.

Wanda nodded her head. looking down on you. “Huh? Does my little baby’s pussy still really needs me? What about me? Can my beautiful baby fuck my pussy while I play with hers?” Her finger lightly slipped out of your slippery entrance, tracing the folds outside your hole.

You nodded yes but Wanda always want you to say yes. Her hand left you going into her mouth, her blush lips wrapped around her middle and ring finger sucking your wetness clean off. “I want a real answer baby, use your sexy voice Y/n. Then I will finish.” She crossed her other arm around her boobs, still enjoying the juices on her fingers.

“Yes, Wanda. I need you…my pussy needs you. I wanna fuck you so badly…” Your hand left her thigh still having your other hand rested on her clit. Your free hand caressed her arm across her boobs. Wanda bit the side of her lip raising her eyebrow effortlessly. “Good my little princess.” Her body got off your thighs hovering over your pelvic bone. Her hand went between her and your body re-entering into your throbbing core. You proceeded to trap her clit against your middle finger, finally lapping your fingers through her soaked folds. Wanda’s forehead connected to yours sensing she was extremely hot too. You both matched each other's moans. Until you both started to pump each others pussy’s roughly.

You tried your damnest to not cum while you were just getting Wanda off. Her walls clenched around the two fingers you had in her, finally grasping to her spongey g-spot. Her thighs jittered noticing her juices running down your hand on your thigh.

Wanda was cursing under her breath trying to contain her composure but it failed. Her body jolted as your fingers did a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers inside her. Wanda reacted nicely trying to ride your fingers. Her hips circled feeling she was getting even wetter. Her fingers inside you were working at an alarming rate. You both heard the noises of each other's cunts sloshing quickly.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Are you cumming yet?! Y/n fuck me! Harder!!” Wanda cooed grasping a fist full of your hair in her free hand, her other hand jamming her fingers roughly in your pussy with little ease. You wanted her so badly but wanted you two to cum together also.

“Uh-huh! Shit! Wanda…” Your hips circled her fingers, Wanda was doing the same, basically jumping up and down. Riding you down to your knuckles.

You both watched humping each other. Wanda was laying flat on top of you; legs spread over your thighs. Her forehead is still glued to yours. Both smelt of sweat and sweet sex. So sweet it filled the room in a haze of glaze film. The window fogged up and every glass on the nightstands had a gloss.

You wanted to cum now. You filled Wanda’s hole with your fingers faster still hitting her g-spot. Wanda’s hips bucked letting out a loud shriek. All of her juices gushed out of her, completely drenching your fingers still inside her. Your fingers pumped again letting another squirt come out.

The feeling of Wanda coming undone must’ve driven you over the edge.

You finally did it. You both came together. For the first time in the two years, you’ve been together. It hit you harder. You couldn’t squirt out as Wanda did. You clenched around her fingers forcing her hand to slip out.

“Fuck Y/n. You shot me out!” She chuckled, she sat up on top of you, wiping the sweat from her brow and fluffing her hair. The back of your hand swiped across your forehead trying not to overheat. You let out a laugh rubbing her tiny hip dip on either side. Her body moved, jiggling her sweat-soaked breasts.

“You always make me do weird things when I’m horny huh?” You sat you running your hand through her hair. You let out a sigh feeling your high pass. She laughed plobbing her body down beside you on the white sheets. “Come now, you rightfully know I’m a top. You’re a bottom. Nothing will change.” She let out a low laugh pointing at you with her index finger.

“Can’t always be that way, does it? What if I wanna be a top one night?” You rolled onto your side prompting your head up on your arm. She couldn’t stop laughing, holding her stomach on her back. “Stop making me laugh! I’m sensitive as it is!”

Your jaw dropped rolling your eyes. “You don’t think I can do it? I could. Right now let’s go again!” You leaped onto Wanda’s hips straddling her on either side. Her hands wrapped around the squishy parts of your stomach pulling you down, and your head hit the pillow she was laying on. Your cheek grazed her ear as your face planted.

“See? This is why you can’t be the dominating one. You lose focus too much. Now, come on honey-bun. I’m tired. Hit the lights.” Wanda’s body huffed creeping out a yawn under her breath.

You. sighed as well losing all the mojo you had left. “Fine. But I’m dominating you tomorrow.” You unhooked yourself on top of Wanda, getting up out of bed to flick off the switch. You turned to watch Wanda undo the covers crawling into bed. Her ass and her back were still exposed waiting for you to join her.

She yawned, “Uh-huh okay hun. You can do that when you win a case against Matt Murdock.” Fuck. You thought. She always has to bring up that guy. The dark of night filled the room as the lights went off. You tip-toed back to bed not climbing in initially. You had reached back whipping across your body and hitting Wanda’s ass. She let out a cry clutching her pillow. “You’re an asshole!” She lifted her hand to use her magic but she was too exhausted to create anything.

“Bet you that blind bastard can’t do that huh?” You finally crawled into the sheets wrapping your arm around Wanda’s waist.

She didn’t answer. Finally drifting off to sleep. Either that, or she wanted you to shut up.

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[spaghettiposts]

Window Crashin’

WandaNat x Spidey!Reader

Summery: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.

Warnings: Very OBLIVIOUS reader, straight up stupid I can’t lie. Gay panics all around. Fluff

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: my first time officially writing for Nat and I think I’d like to continue so expect separate fics of her sometime soon.

Kraven had become an incessant thorn in your side, his relentless rampage ever since he announced “The Grand Hunt” in the heart of Central Park felt like a never-ending nightmare. One that persistently dragged on as the weeks floated by, each day a new form of tinnitus growing in your eardrums at the echoings of his horn. Falling once again into his endless game of cat and mouse.

Or in your case Kraven and Spider–with Kraven playing predator and you, the elusive Spider, trying to lure him away from innocent civilians roaming the streets of New York. 

Which wasn’t as easy as one would imagine, but you made do with what you had, brains over brawns. Clinging onto the hope that eventually, Kraven would grow tired of chasing and resign for the night, with the promise that he’d return. And so the cycle goes on. 

There were other options you could resort to, but those were last resorts, ones you only used if you were certain you couldn’t handle Kraven or in case of an emergency. In all honesty, you’re avoiding involving the Avengers, it’s really the last thing you want this to come to. A couple of broken ribs wasn’t an Avengers level threat.

You could handle Kraven by yourself perfectly fine, and nobody got hurt at the end of the day—except mainly your sleep schedule.

And now, as you swung through the thick chilling air on route to the compound; you were struggling to stay awake, the bruises littered across your body only making it harder to keep swinging. It wasn’t that sleep had ever been your strong suit, but now, it seemed like a distant luxury. The sacrifice of a hero came in many forms, and sleep deprivation was yours. 

Tony had sacrificed half his company in pursuit of a heroic lifestyle, hell, even Steve froze himself to save humanity. If humanity needed you to suffer from fewer hours in bed, then so be it. 

You fought relentlessly to keep your eyes from drooping and it only took the honking of a truck for you to jolt awake, merely missing out on the experience of being rammed by one. 

Shaking your head, you muttered words of encouragement to yourself, living on a prayer of making it back to the compound - in one piece. 

As the familiar building came into view, you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you swung around towards the left block and homed in on your window, only to face-plant straight into it with a resounding thud.

You groaned against the pavement, pressing your hands on the wall to steady yourself before you could slide off. Silently thanking that radioactive spider for granting you the ability to stick to surfaces as you adjusted yourself, what the fuck?

A miscalculation on your part—or at least you pictured. Pushing yourself back from the wall, your eyebrows crinkled. Huh.

You always left your window open–had one of your teammates closed it off?

Assuming one of the guys must’ve closed it off, you didn’t question much, missing your bed and running on pure exhaustion to really assess the situation seriously. Gripping the sides of the window, you tried to pry from the outside, and after a couple of difficulties; you managed to unlock it, budging it open with a click. 

Finally, home sweet home. 

Your body toppled into the room first before the rest of your body crashed onto the floor, reaching an arm to shut the window behind you. With a sigh of relief, you picked yourself up, stretching your arms above your head, eliciting a satisfying ‘pop’ from your back, feeling all the pent-up tensions of the day leave your body. 

Pressing the button on your chest, making quick work of discarding your suit. You struggled more than you’d like to admit, having to hop on one foot to wiggle your feet out of the padding. 

Amidst your squirming, you failed to notice the crimson warps seeping from your bed, freezing mid-movement as the lights flickered on by themselves, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You screeched, scrambling up to your feet, firmly clutching your uniform in a poor attempt to cover yourself from the two women on your bed, equally startled.

“Y/n…? What are you doing here?” Natasha says after a beat of silence, her eyes furrowing as she lowers her gun and the arm protectively wrapped around her girlfriend. Wanda mirrored her actions and let the red wisps fall before she turned to you disconcertingly.

You shrunk under their gaze, feeling your heart pick up. It was too late to salvage any attempts at running for it, so you turned away, ignoring how affected you felt by their disheveled appearances.

Instead, you focused on why they were inside your room in the first place. Not that you minded having two beautiful women in your bed but at this hour? 

“What are you doing in my room? I just got back, what’s…” Your voice trailed off, slipping on your suit, as you looked towards your dresser…was it always that color? And why was there a photo of Wanda and Natasha on your nightstand? Sure, you were hopelessly in love with the two but never to this extent.

Barely bordering on those lines. 

“Detka…this is our room,” Wanda said slowly, as to not startle you. 

You cursed under your breath, realizing your mistake. “Aw fuck, I must’ve crashed into the wrong—wall-side thing,” you explained messily, picking yourself up for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. 

“Crashed?” Both of the girls shouted and you winced, scooting off awkwardly to the side, feeling even more like an intrusion. 

“Yeah but it’s okay though, that’s nothing compared to Kraven's fists, trust me.” You meant to reassure them, but judging by the worried looks they exchanged, it had the opposite effect. Taking their silence as an opportunity to leave, you stepped back.

“Anyways, sorry for interrupting your night.” You mumbled apologetically, reaching for the window handle. “I’ll see y'all tomorrow— son of a bitch.” You grunted, banging your head against the glass for the second time this night. You were really starting to resent these things.  

And Wanda bit her bottom lip, “Malysh, it’s late and you’re…not doing well, why don���t you stay here tonight?” She suggested softly, her voice coming out as sweet as honey and you almost dropped dead there.

“Here?” You blurted out, feeling a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Like, with you and Nat?”

Natasha and Wanda shared an amused look, before nodding in unison. 

Your face crinkled, not really understanding what the looks were for but you assumed it was all in your head. Sparing one last glance at the two, you confirmed this was okay, searching for even the smallest bits of hesitancy or discomfort only to find nothing but welcoming smiles. 

With a small nod, barely audible, you murmured a hesitant “alright,” as you settled into the chair beside their bed, placing your feet on the small wooly ottoman.

Had your eyes been open, you might’ve noticed the way their faces dropped in disappointment. After months of obvious pining, not-so-subtle flirting thrown your way, you were choosing to sleep…not with them but on a chair.

A brief silence lingered, and you shifted in your seat. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel their eyes piercing and you were starting to sweat.

“Sorry,” You mumble, heat rising up your neck in embarrassment as you removed your feet off the ottoman, fearing you had overstepped. Still, their gazes remained unwavering and you rubbed your arm unsurely, “Is the chair off–limits too? I can take the floor if that’s better.”

“Dorogoy, we’re inviting you into our bed,” Natasha chuckles disbelievingly, fingers tracing the covers as to tempt you with the invitation. 

“Mhmm, yeah no. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, stumbling over your words. “I don’t do well in confined spaces with pretty women, I mean— no wait you are, both are super pretty but that’s not—“ 

Thankfully, Wanda interjected before you could embarrass yourself further with a giggle. You swore your stomach flipped. “Cute, but won’t you get cold?” She suggested, Natasha nodding and lifting the covers, adding, “It’s much warmer over here.”

Again, you waved them off and they were starting to get fed up with your excuses. “Oh nah! My suit has thermal heating installed, pretty cool right? Tony helped me insulate it–”

“Y/n, just get in the bed.”

Before you could protest further, you felt those warm red tendrils wrap around you, coaxing you into their bed, and you couldn’t even remember why you were fighting this in the first place when their arms wrapped around you. Not when their sheets were so warm, and their bodies warmer. 

Resistance be damned, as Natasha's hand ran gently through your hair, you relaxed into it, and both girls smiled. This was how things needed to be, always. 

Still, your heart was beyond nervous to even enjoy the moment but they were pushing at your shoulders to tuck you in further, getting settled themselves. They tangled their limbs with your own and it was official; there was definitely no escaping this. 

Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, Wanda murmured a couple of words and you felt more comfortable clothes encase you. Natasha pressed a tender kiss to the shell of your ear before bidding you a good night.

You repeat her words back and they tighten their grip, closing their eyes. 

With exhaustion finally catching up to you, your eyes drooped helplessly again, fluttering shut, bones begging for sleep, and you finally surrendered to its embrace. Allowing yourself a moment of rest with the two people you treasure most in the world. 

And suddenly, crashing into windows didn’t seem so bad after all.

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[teaaagan]

Sneeze

Yelena: -sneezes-

Wanda: Bless you.

Y/N: -sneezes-

Wanda, already wrapping Y/N in blankets and feeding them soup: Oh my god, are you sick?! How could I have let this happen?! You poor thing!

Tony: -sneezes-

Wanda: Oh my fucking god shut the fuck up.

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[fandomnerd9602]

The cries of your month old baby broke the stillness of the afternoon air. Your wife Wanda immediately jumps to her feet.

“Natalie’s hungry” she states before heading to the nearby crib.

“What do you need, my little witch?” You ask your bride as she picks up your baby girl.

“My favorite pillow” Wanda playfully commands as she bats her eyes at you.

“Yes my queen” you answer back as you take to the couch and open your legs, offering a place for your bride as she sits down between your legs and leans against your chest.

Wanda undoes one of her tank tops straps, exposing her breast and little Natalie, eyes still closed, latches onto it.

Wanda relaxes in your arms as you gently caress your baby with one arm and with the other gently pet your wife’s leg. You can hear little Natalie’s contented little coos as she drinks. You got to admit you were jokingly jealous of your daughter, being able to latch onto Wanda like that.

Wanda gives you a playful smack with her free hand. You forget your wife’s a mind reader.

“Later detka” Wanda smiles, giving you a mischievous wink.

“Well I think Natalie’s got her lunch taken care of,” you joke with your wife, “what do you want?”

“Hmm,” Wanda smiles, “maybe a cheeseburger with a side of you”

“I am quite delicious”

Wanda giggles, “I know. That’s why I love you so much”

You raise Wanda’s free hand and kiss her knuckles.

You’d always be her knight in shining armor and she’d always be your queen. You may not have a castle but your home is a stronghold.

For @aloneodi

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[abbyromanoff]

Hi, I love you writing about g!p Wanda so much! Can you do g!p wanda x reader (both married) , basically wanda fucking readers and talk about reader pregnant?

My love..

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1574

Warnings: breeding kink, smut, Wanda has a dick, soft sex, fluff, mentions of pregnant reader, Wanda and reader just being so in love

Summary: When you tell Wanda the news she always wanted to hear, she couldn’t help but make it come true.

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

Wanda had finally woken up, it was ten in the morning yet, neither of you wanted to get out of bed.

“Mm, hello my love.” She whispered, now facing you. You chuckled lightly and leaned on your arm, admiring the sleepy look on her face. You both were completely naked, too lazy the night before to get dressed after multiple rounds. Your body was still sore, and your neck was littered with hickeys. It looked like a vampire had attacked you.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” She rolled her eyes teasingly and cuddled back into your arms, soaking in the feeling of holding her wife.

“I could stay like this forever.” You hummed in agreement and kissed the top of her head, smelling the sweet shampoo that she knew you loved.

“I wish we could, baby, but we have to get up soon.” She moved her face further into your chest, wrapping her arms around you tighter.

“Wanda, let me get up so I can make us breakfast.” You tried moving, only to be pulled back down by a pouty Wanda.

“No. I don’t want breakfast, I want you.” You sighed and gave up, knowing there was no point in arguing with her. She smiled in satisfaction, giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

The two of you stayed like that for another half an hour, basking in the sweet moments you have with one another before a busy week interrupts that. Wanda loved moments like this with you, being able to feel you with her and hear your heartbeat against her chest always calmed her down.

“Wanda?” “Hm?”

“I was just wondering, uh, we’re both getting older and, I know you’ve always wanted kids.” She leaned back, looking at you with love in her eyes.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You looked down a bit and nodded, a tight lipped smile starting to form on your lips. Wanda sat up, tackling you in a large hug that took your breath away.

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” She yelled out, tears almost escaping her eyes with how happy she truly was. She stopped for a moment, looking you in the eyes with a sorrowful face.

“You’re not saying this just because I want them, right? I don’t want to make you feel forced into having our children if you don’t want that.” You grabbed her face in your hands, kissing her nose lightly and giving her a reassuring look.

“I’d love to have a family with you, it’s been my dream for years.” She kissed you again, this time with raw passion. She rested her forehead on yours when it got hard to breathe, she panted lightly against your mouth.

“I love you so much, my dear. You make me so happy. I can’t wait to be a mom alongside you, we’ll have the happiest little family.” Her hands rubbed your sides up and down, occasionally stopping on your breasts. She looked down at them, teasing the nipples lightly with her fingertips.

“Can, uhm, can I?” You nodded hasty and she took one in her mouth, sucking ever so gently and pinching the other softly. You moaned lightly and wrapped your hand in her hair, playing with the soft locks. Her other hand ran down your body, tracing small shapes on your stomach that would soon carry her babies. She could already see it, your body glowing. The babies kicking from your largened stomach. And your perfect tits filled with milk. She wanted it so badly, wanted to be a mother, wanted to care for you when you couldn’t do anything anymore. She wanted it all.

Her fingers found their way to your cunt, rubbing your clit in small circles. Your eyes fluttered shut, the feeling of her smooth hands taking over your body. Her lips went to your stomach, giving small pecks to each part of your skin delicately. Tears blurred your vision, her softness and utter care for you made you soften.

“I love every part of you, my dear. These little tummy rolls, and these plushy thighs, so perfect.” The way she said the words with such generosity made you soften up. You could tell she wasn’t lying, wasn’t just saying it so you’d feel better about yourself. The way a parent or friend would say when you’re upset. No, she said it with meaning, it was true. In her mind, you were the most stunning person to ever exist. She always heard perfect didn’t exist, but seeing you now, she realizes how wrong that truly is. She just wished you could see yourself the way she sees you.

“I can’t wait to see you carry my children, giving them life. I’m gonna stuff you full, make sure you stay full of me forever. My cum dripping out of this small hole all morning, and then I’ll make love to you again. I’ll go all morning, won’t let you go a second without my dick in you.” Her hard length slapped against your folds, running up and down as she collected your juices as a form of lube. Her digits landed in her mouth, sucking carefully as to get all of your taste.

“My sweet angel, are you ready? You think I can fuck this wet little cunt now?”

“Yes Wanda, please do. Please fuck me, hard, I want to feel all of you.” She complied, lining herself up with your entrance and sliding more of her inside of you. You winced, the feeling of being stretched out was one you’d never get used to. Quiet apologies spilled out of Wanda, she never liked seeing you in pain.

“‘M sorry, sweetie. It’ll feel better soon, I’ll go easy on you.” She kissed you sweetly, trying to take your mind off of the burning pain. After a few moments, Wanda resting her head in your neck to try and calm herself, you spoke.

“Y-you can move now.” There was still a bit of pain there, but you also wanted to get to it already. You’ve been waiting this whole week just to finally get your hands on her, but it’s been hard. Most of the time, one of you wouldn’t be in the mood or would be too frustrated. It wasn’t always easy, but you both got through it. You got through everything together, it was a promise you two made in your vows and one you would keep for the rest of your lives.

“Shit, you’re so tight. I’ve made love to you so many times yet you’re still so damn tight.” She grunted out, moaning viciously when you clenched around her. Her pace unwillingly fastened, you were like a drug, she couldn’t get enough of you. No matter how hard or fast she went, it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be in you forever, she never wanted to let you go in case this all ended up being a dream, in case she could lose you if she let go.

“Wanda, harder. Please, I need you to fuck me harder!” She complied, lifting your legs up to your waist to hit a new angle deep inside of you. You yelled out jumbled sounding words as her cock reached that spot inside of you, the one that had you screaming all night.

“Did I find your g-spot, baby? What if I just,” She paused momentarily, slowing her hips but fucking you, hard. Just as you asked. “Did that? Hm? You too dumb to speak now? Can my brainless little baby not even think properly when my cock is just stretching this little hole out?” You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. You couldn’t even think properly as you felt your release approaching, she was just that good. Usually, she would’ve given you a slap on the face for not speaking, but this time, she wasn’t just fucking you, she was making love to you.

“My beautiful wife, so fucking perfect for me. You always know how to please me, make me the happiest woman in the whole goddamn world.” You nodded and wrapped your hands behind her neck, pulling her into you as her face collided with yours.

“Keep talking to me like that, I’m begging you. I need to cum so bad, I need it.” You begged desperately, not caring how pathetic you sounded. She nodded, closing her eyes and swallowing tightly.

“Do it for me, sweetheart, cum all over me. I’m gonna fill you up, make you a mommy. Do you want that? You want my cum so deep inside you?” Your body shook beneath her, her words tipping you over as your orgasm came crashing down on you. She didn’t falter, not even when she finished. She kept pounding into you, not wanting to waste another second of your cunt being wrapped around her so nicely. It was like you were made for her, and to her, you are. You always would be, you are her soulmate. Your breathing returned to a normal, so did hers. You both held one another closely, as if this was your last moment together, you couldn’t let go. You hummed in satisfaction, breaking the comfortable silence. Wanda looked up at you with that cute smile of hers, giving a small kiss to your face as you started to speak once more.

“Mm, Wanda, that was so good.”

“Good, because I’m not stopping until I know you’re pregnant.”

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[lesbianloml]

Ur looking for ideas? IM STARVING anyways ur writing is amazing ily boo<3

It’s actually a post of mine but I’ll go more into detail for you

Mommy!wanda finally letting reader top and use a strap on her for once, r being so excited to fuck wanda they start at a bruising pace needing wanda to guide them and show them how to make her feel good, once r gets a hang of it the friction of the strap on them plus Wanda’s moans and praise is too good making it hard for them to stop and pushing them into subspace, which ends up overstimulating both r and wanda, imagine wanda having to calm down r, cupping their face and telling them to breathe and that they’re doing so good for her, “you’ve made mommy feel so good baby, it’s okay calm down pup” and r just whining, hiding into her neck, barely able to from words anymore just mumbling “too good, I don’t wanna stop, hurts” but they keep going until r just physically can’t move anymore and they’re both a mess by the end of it🤭

(Ive lost all my shame٫ help)

In and Out

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

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): emo!soft!dom!wanda x sub!fem!reader (I hope everyone reading this knows the difference between top/bottom and dom/sub)

Warning(s): praise kink, use of strap, overstimulation, tummy bulge

Summary: Mommy finally let's Reader be on top. (Mostly) Reader does pretty good. A little too good.

A/N: I would love to write this request! Thanks for being my first writing ask! Hope you like it! Enjoy!

"Hey, Wanda?" "Not my name, detka." Wanda responded, not looking up from her book. "Mommy?" "Yes, sweetheart?" "Can I be on top today?" You asked, sweet as can be. Wanda sat and didn't respond for a minute. "I guess that would be ok. Let's go." Wanda said, standing up and holding her hand out so you could slip yours in. As Wanda walked into the bedroom, she layed on the bed after taking her clothes off. "You know where the toys are, don't you honey?" "Yes, Mommy." You say.

You stripped as you walked to the drawer and opened it. You decided to get her back for all the times she did this to you. You picked out a very large strap with a little piece that would move in circles on your clit while you thrust. Then, you pulled out a blindfold. Just in case. You walk over to her and she sees the strap. Her eyes widen a bit but she doesn't say anything. She wants you to feel like you're in control, even if its only for one night. You put the harness on and groan as you feel a little pressure on your clit. It was tight enough that it squeezed and put pressure on your clit every time you moved. You didn't want to know how it would feel when your start to thrust.

You straddle her waist, gasping a bit as it rubs at your clit. You sit there for a moment staring at her pretty pussy thinking about how you've never done this before and you don't know how to please her. "Malyshka?" "Yes, Mommy?" "Do you need help?" "Yes please." "So you go like this." She said, pulling you to straddle her lap. You lifted your hips up and started to sink down, moaning as the toy rubbed and squeezed your clit. As you got a little more than halfway, you saw a bulge appear in Wanda's stomach. Wanda was groaning as she saw the bulge. As you kept going down, she began to whimper. You had never seen Wanda like this. Whimpering. She usually looked so composed.

You continued bouncing and as Wanda was moaning and praising you as she came for the second time, you also came. But as you came, moaning loudly, you drifted into subspace. But you just kept thrusting in and out, in and out. You had no thoughts in your head at all, just the pleasure you felt. Wanda and you had both came 6 times before Wanda cupped your face. "Sh sh sh. You've made Mommy feel so good pup! You did so good. Just breathe. Take a breath." But you just buried your head in her shoulder, whining and whimpering as you continued to circle your hips, thrusting in and out. "So good. Don't wanna stop. Hurts! Hurts so good." You whimpered into her ear.

Wanda just didn't have the heart to stop you. You and Wanda both came twice more before you physically couldn't move anymore. You looked down at Wanda. She was panting, moaning, covered in a sheet of sweat and looked like an absolute wreck. Little did you know, you mirrored her looks. As you and Wanda limped over to take a shower together, Wanda stared at you, amazed. Without even meaning to, you had ruined both yourself and her.

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[lifespectator]

Wanda: Y/n, are you alright?

Y/n: Yeah. Just found out the average dream lasts 2 to 3 seconds.

Wanda: Really?! I be going on whole ass missions!

Y/n: And I have full makeout sessions with you.

Wanda: What?

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