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wandasfifthwife · 1 day

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—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top!wanda x bottom!reader, established relationship, fluff, strap (r receiving), oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral (w receiving), fluff, slight hurt/comfort at the end, not proofread!

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: ̗̀➛ 1 time Wanda got needy 🌷

It’s simple enough really. You could’ve been smarter, knowing that walking out in a jersey with her name on it and pants that fell hidden under the shirt would trip her up.

She had a game in only a few hours. She was required to be there on time, but the way you would whine when she pressed her tongue over your cunt had her weak in the knees.

You were at the arena already, car parked in the back, far away from the doors where her teammates were entering into. She kept looking over at you on the ride over, mind blanking during the conversations. It concerned you as you took it for fear, nerves about the game that night. You were proved to be so incredibly wrong when she had you in the backseat, fingers and tongue working you open.

Her eyes kept flickering over to the clock in her car, pushing her time with you to the limit. You had trouble relaxing in the beginning, nervous she would’ve be able to make it on time, but she reassured you that she could make you come in 5 minutes. And she did.

: ̗̀➛ 2 time Wanda got needy 🌷

It had been her birthday. You felt nervous about the gift you had planned for her, both gifts. First gift was a picture frame with a minimalistic painting your friend had done. The details were beautiful, simple but they told the story between the two of you. You wondered if it was too little, sometimes if it was too much.

She ended up loving it, tears forming in her eyes as she looks over the painting. It was successful and each nerve fell away after witnessing her reaction. You ended up underneath her, both of you teary eyed as you made love.

She ignored your attempts to get back at her, mentioning your earlier plan for her birthday. There’s no doubt she didn’t appreciate her efforts, but she’d double down again and state how she just wants to cherish you. How it would be a gift to her to be able to show how much she loves you.

Needless to say it made you cry, pulling her face down to kiss her gently.

: ̗̀➛ 3 time Wanda got needy 🌷

This was the worst timing. At her family’s home in her bathroom, she had you pressed against the shower wall, strap splitting you open. You had to keep quiet, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as to not make a single noise.

Her parents were just outside sitting in the living room watching tv. You surprised the both of you with how quiet you were, only making a sound when you came and that was reduced to a whimper.

: ̗̀➛ 4 time Wanda got needy 🌷

You were with friends, overhearing their conversations about keeping their partner satisfied. You had shyly asked for advice, seeking what they did to their own significant others.

You had tried it when she came home from the gym, pulling her into a deepens kiss. She was shocked that night when she felt your tongue circle her clit, moans falling from her lips. You tried the tricks they talked about, feeling confident each time she moaned or rubbed her hips against your face.

She was panting by the end of it, looking down at you with her eyebrows raised. You explained where you learned these new moves, stating you’ve been concerned about how good you are in bed and wishing to improve.

She felt her mind implode thinking of you being so cute. You were thankful for them and their advice seeing as it brought on a new record of how fast you’ve been able to make your girlfriend come from oral. But now you’ve decided on listening to Wanda and hearing what works best for her instead. Come to find out that the best option and your new record got pushed to second.

: ̗̀➛ 1 time you got needy 🌹

Wanda was being mean.

Well you were since you’re to blame for making this stupid bet, but she’s being mean for not having broken it already.

You made a bet with her on who can go the longest without needing sex. Both of your bets were placed on each other, saying with confidence that you both know when you’d give in and that the opposite person was going to first.

It was fine the first few days, the time period being normal as you usually go a few days between your intimate sessions.

The next week was terrible. You grew relentless when you’d see her workout or intentionally flex a muscle.

After two weeks you were thinking about it too often. Any little touch set you off. A busy of her hand in your hip, her good morning kiss, the way she easily picks you up. Your mind was running, thinking of all the ways she could take you. On your back, on your hands and knees, on the wall.

It was a normal day to her apparently. You were jealous of how she made this challenge look so easy, like she wasnt going crazy. She had come back from another workout, pressing a kiss on your head when she walked by, staying she was going to take a shower. Your show was long forgotten, eyes trailing back to the bathroom door.

You missed her touch, you missed being intimate with her. The past two weeks had thoughts creeping in seeing how easy it looked like wanda was resisting you. You grew concerned, fearful that maybe she didn’t want to be intimate like that with you anymore.

You clambered off the bed, scrambling into the shower with her. She had looked back in shock, eyes widened when she took in your appearance. You still had your pajamas on, the clothes growing darker with every second you stood under the water. She had asked you what was wrong before you surged forward, kissing her.

You begun to cry into the kiss, thankful for the shower so she didn’t notice the ache in your heart spilling onto your face. It’s stupid, you shouldn’t base a relationship solely off of sex. You felt so stupid for doing so, but even then here you are crying out of relief to feel her press her fingers into you, mumbling on and on about how bad she’s been needing you the past two weeks.

You didn’t tell her. Even after your session in the shower, you couldn’t bring yourself to, feeling stupid for feeling that way at all. But she knew, she knew your sobs weren’t from pleasure. She could hear the hitch in your breath and your shaky sighs. She noticed the redness in your eyes, the way you pulled her closer and begged for her to stay.

Wanda held you to her chest that night, whispering assurances and tightening her hold on you. She would always take care of you.

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sytoran · 9 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

the mother of the kids you babysit is sinfully hot, and she happens to be going through a messy divorce, so, of course, you're gonna do what you can to help out.

🌸 pairing: milf!pregnant!wanda x top!babysitter!gn!reader

🌸 cont: almost smut (18+), major age gap, teasing, flirting, what kind of oneshot would this be if i didn't add love to the lust, pregnancy kink kinda, or just a thing for hot moms in general

🌸 word count: 1.9k

🌸 note: i know i'm supposed to be on break... scold me after

To say you had an unhealthy obsession with the mother of the kids you babysat would be an understatement.

Understated by such a far amount that it dug beyond the trenches of the center of the universe.

Because you were utterly, filthily, encompassingly, sinfully, and completely enthralled by the mere thought of Wanda Maximoff.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter, low-cut shirt emboldening the tantalising cleavage she had, speaking to her kids in that sexy motherly tone that drove you wild.

“Mommy’s gonna be cheering you boys on for your football game tomorrow, alright?”

Wanda was every one of your wet dreams embodied as a breathtaking woman, so utterly gorgeous beyond dictionaried words that you nearly fell to your knees in the presence of her beauty the first time you saw her.

Especially now, that she was pregnant with her third child.

It took every cell of your willpower to not start drooling when you laid your eyes on her these days: with her glowing features that had aged like fine wine, or her rounded and full breasts, so tight against the seams of her shirt, or her big belly you just longed to caress.

Sometimes you’d think Wanda felt the same for you.

All the times she would ‘accidentally’ brush her ass against your crotch area when squeezing through a narrow gap, pressing into you for a moment too long to be considered accidental.

Or the times she would complain to you about her messy divorce with Vision, lamenting about her lawyers and social workers and saying that you were the only one that could calm her down.

But the two of you were worlds apart, because she paid you to be the babysitter for her kids. That was what was holding you back, from bending her over the kitchen counter every time she brushed passed you with that ass.

“Y/N?”

Wanda’s sweet voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look up guiltily at having been caught staring. When you come to your senses, you’ve realized that the boys have already left for school that day.

The mother tilts her head to the side with a little grin, and your heart does a flip. “What’re you thinking about that’s got you so distracted, hm?” she asks, propping her head up with a hand while resting her elbow on the counter.

You clear your throat awkwardly, pushing in some chairs to busy your hands. “Uni stuff,” you reply, the lie slipping through your lips surprisingly easily. “It’s quite stressful, with exam season ‘round the corner.”

It wasn’t a secret that you were nearly twenty years younger than Wanda, but it made your little forbidden crush all the more thrilling. The way you would take time out of your weekends to spend time with Wanda and the kids, disregarding party invites and forgoing study time. It was probably not a good move, but your horniness seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Mhm, uni was a lifetime ago for me,” Wanda reminisces, lifting her arms up to stretch. Your eyes are shamefully glued to the curve of her belly as her shirt rides up. “You’re so mature for your age, though, Y/N. Wish you were around during my time.”

“What?” you nearly choke on your words, unsure if you had interpreted her correctly. It was too good to be true – Wanda had never been this forward.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t sell yourself short,” the mother says easily, smiling brightly as if she wasn’t the cause of your burning arousal. “Captain of the football team, eh? You can also cook, clean, fix cars, do gardening, and fix sinks. And you’re good with kids! I bet you have all the girls in uni chasing after you.”

Wanda’s surge of compliments does wonders for your ego, but the only thing you genuinely care about was your availability for her. You’ve had girls in your level lust after you, sure, but Wanda was a secret solace that was different from them all.

“Maybe,” you say cryptically, failing to hide a smirk at the look that washes over Wanda’s face.

“Do you? Someone from school?” Wanda asks, the teasing lilt in her voice dissipating almost immediately, instead being replaced with something akin to jealousy.

Fuck, you wanted her so bad.

“Hmm, sure,” you tease, liking this cat-and-mouse game you were playing. “She looks a bit like you.”

Wanda can’t seem to keep the annoyance off her face, and it’s adorably funny. And kind of hot, too. “That’s nice. Are you dating her?”

You laugh, walking up to Wanda to help her with the dishes she was currently unpacking from the dryer. “Nah. Sometimes I think she wants me, but I also think she’s way outta my league.”

‘Way outta my league’ my ass, more like ‘way outta my appropriate age group.’

As Wanda watches you pick up a glass bowl, she feels a surge of emotion well up from inside that causes her to tear up.

Of course, she would never have you, it was just silly to want her babysitter. You had so many younger, fitter, eligible partners, all waiting to have you. Young pretty girls who had problems with the colour of their lipstick, not problems with pregnancy and divorce lawyers and shitty husbands.

When you look back to see Wanda’s state of tears, worry taints your features instantaneously. “My emotions are all over the place because of the pregnancy,” Wanda says between shaky breaths. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

In wordless acknowledgement, you put down the dishes and sweep Wanda off her feet. You lift her from under her back and thighs, firm hands steadying her as you walk up the stairs. Wanda looks up at you, feeling so utterly vulnerable all of a sudden, but you send her a warm smile that simultaneously calms her down and awakes butterflies in her stomach.

She takes the time to brush her hands over your arms, then your neck. You were so strong, so calming, everything she had ever needed. Now, the feeling of your hands so close to where she’d imagined you so many times was a good distraction.

When you reach the bedroom, you move the pillows and set her down gently, all with her arms wrapped around your neck. With a striking realisation, Wanda knows that she’s never felt this safe with anyone ever, so warm and so inviting, and she never wanted to let you go.

You leave for a while to get some things, and reappear in Wanda’s bedroom with a glass of warm water and some painkillers. There are chocolates in the mix, the peanut butter kind that soothes Wanda down immensely.

“You’re too good for me,” Wanda says breathily, the sheen of sweat that had covered her forehead now being tenderly wiped away by you. You shrug plainly. You just wanted to provide for her, take care of her and her kids and all her sexual needs. treat Wanda like the queen she was, nothing at all like the bags of garbage that was her husband.

Before you know it, you lean down to press a kiss against Wanda’s warm forehead in an act of affection. The moment is sweet, and soft, so much like what you’d imagined.

Wanda freezes up for a moment, and you do the same. “Sorry,” you choke out, moving back quickly, but the older woman was quick to grip your forearm and prevent you from escaping.

“Stay.”

Your breath stills in your throat, eyes wide. You’re hovering over Wanda from the side of the bed, while the woman lays down just inches away from you. Her hair is splayed across the pillows, her pupils are blown, and her lips are so close to yours. So, so close.

Time slows down as you tilt your head to meet her lips, chasing that forbidden little paradise you’d been seeking for months. You instinctively place a hand on the swell of her belly, and Wanda shudders at your touch.

She places a hand on the side of your face, fingers skating over your cheekbones, and the electricity that runs through your blood makes you feel more alive than you’d ever been.

You can feel her warm breath on your lips, tantalising.

You can see her closed eyelids, anticipating.

You can taste that forbidden paradise, addicting.

But the moment is broken like shattered glass when the sound of the doorbell resounds around the house.

“Fuck,” Wanda whispers, jumping into action, scrambling to pull herself together. “It’s my husband. He was gonna come today to collect his shit.” You back away from her, face burning in embarrassment at how excited and desperate you’d been.

“Sorry,” you say awkwardly, watching her check her reflection in the bedroom mirror. “I’ll go now. I won’t bother you anymore.” The sound of keys unlocking the door has you resigning to your fate.

Wanda whips her head around in record time. Only then does she notice your downcast gaze. “Baby,” she croons, coming up to you to cradle your face in her hands. “You know it’s not like that.”

You let out an incoherent grumble, but Wanda cuts you off by pressing her lips against yours in a quick fashion, far too quick for your liking. Nonetheless, you’re left reeling and heart pounding, staring at the older woman wide-eyed.

“I’m divorcing him,” Wanda continues, briskly walking towards the door like she hadn’t just turned your life upside down. “After that, you can have me all to yourself–”

Before Wanda knows what hit her, she’s being pushed against the wall with your lips on hers. You’re quick, and rough, like you’d die without the taste of her tongue. You slide a knee between her big thighs, relentless and stealing her every breath. Wanda moans against you, hands helplessly pinned against the door, her heart beating all too quick.

“Wanda? You there?” A not-so-distant voice calls, then footsteps are heard trudging up the stairs. Spurred on by the movement, you possessively slip a hand up Wanda’s shirt, sliding over her pregnant belly and then to her big breasts, squeezing it in your palm.

“F-fuck,” the mom whimpers, dizzied with your undying fervour. She can feel the wetness in her panties pool, hormones dancing all over the place, her brain screaming at her to let her fuck you right up against the wall and make her cum in front of her husband.

“Tomorrow,” Wanda whispers, as the footsteps edge closer and closer. You pull away, just like that, your hands smoothing over her shirt and resting unnecessarily long on her hardened buds.

Wanda almost laughs in disbelief at your incredible boldness, but after a few seconds the door clicks open and she freezes.

“What’re you doing?” Vision asks suspiciously, emerging from behind the doorway like a figment of her worst dreams.

Wanda turns her head to look at you, for you’d been standing right there just a moment ago. Now, all that’s left is an empty room, a window wide open, and the howling wind.

“Nothing much,” Wanda replies, turning to Vision with a cryptic smile. “Other than moving on from you, obviously.”

Just two floors down, you’re getting onto your skateboard and whizzing away from the house with your legs shaking in adrenaline. Your blood is pumping and your hands are numb, but this little fantasy of yours leaves your heart soaring higher than it ever had before.

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wandanatsgf · 2 months

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Sugar, Sugar Part 1

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After losing your job, you are desperate to come up with some money. Your best friend Kate signs you up for a sugar baby app where you meet Wanda and Natasha, who eventually become your sugar mommies.

Authors Note: I've been reading so many sugar mommy!wandanat x reader fics that I wanted to make one myself. I know the beginning is a bit rough, but I'm just trying to set everything up. I promise it will get better!!!! There will also be plenty of smut in the upcoming chapters, this is just a warning for that now. And I plan on making many parts to this. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part 2

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you dramatically exclaim. You drape yourself across the old and slightly musty couch in your small two person apartment. Your work uniform rides up your body a little as you lay down, which you quickly pull down, covering yourself again. You pull your right arm over your eyes, trying to block out the light and the horrible day you just had.

Your best friend and roommate Kate laughs sympathetically at your dramatics. “I know getting fired sucks but there’s tons of ways to make money.” She moves your legs and sits down next to you, placing your legs on top of her.

“Like what?”

“Well you could mow lawns, dog sit, babysit, just until you find another job,” Kate suggests.

“I guess I could but I just don’t know if that would be able to cover my bills and let alone rent.”

“Well there is another thing you can try.” The tone in Kate's voice has you sitting up, removing your arm so you can look at her.

“You remember my friend Darcy that I told you about?”

“Yeah the super rich, successful one.”

“Well when she was in college she was a sugar baby,” Kate says before she cuts herself off to scold you. “And y/n don’t give me that look just hear me out!”

“Ok fine, keep talking.”

“Well she got a whole bunch of money from it. She was able to pay off her student loans and she had some money leftover that she invested and y’know now she’s rich and super successful and hot and amazing. But that wasn’t the point.” Kate shakes her head at herself, scolding herself for getting off topic like she always does. “Anyway maybe you should try being a sugar baby.”

“I don’t know Kate.” Sure this would be a great opportunity for you, if you find someone that is, but do you really want to use your body to get money?

“You could just look and see what’s out there. You don’t have to accept any sugar daddy or sugar mommy proposals,” Kate says and you’ve got to admit that she’s got a good point.

“Ok what the hell,” you say, agreeing.

“Let me just get the sugar baby app name from Darcy and we can do this.”

A few minutes later the app is downloaded on your phone. You feel nervous but also excited. This could be a way for you to not have to worry about money, at least for a while. Maybe it would be nice to be taken care of.

“Ok it’s downloaded, let’s set it up.” The two of you create your profile and pretty soon you’re looking at sugar mommies and sugar daddies.

“What about this one?” You ask Kate. You pass her the phone, and from the look on her face you can tell that it’s a no go.

“Definitely not,” Kate says, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.

“Why not?”

“I know you, and that’s not what you want.” You have to admit she is right, you don’t really want some 50 year old with a penchant for “parading his girls around” as he called it, but you’re desperate and he is the best looking person on there so far.

You continue to scroll through the men and women, none of them really catching your eye until you see the profile of a beautiful red haired girl and an equally beautiful auburn haired girl. You would recognize their faces anywhere, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the owners of the country's best security company.

“There’s no way this is real,” you say. “This has to be some sort of joke or something.” You pass her your phone and watch as her eyes go comically wide.

“There’s no way the Natasha Romanoff and the Wanda Maximoff are looking for a sugar baby,” you say. You practically scoff at the idea, but there’s still that little voice in your head that wonders if maybe the profile is real.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Kate says. She still has your phone in your hands and you watch as she types, until finally she stops.

“Katie what did you do?”

“I just messaged them,” Kate says innocently. You glance down at the message and it says, “Hi my name is y/n and I’d love to get to know you both and see if I’m what you’re looking for ;),”

“Did you have to add the wink Katie? They’re gonna think I’m like a whore or something now,” you whine.

“Oh relax you big baby. It’s fine. And besides maybe a whore is what they’re looking for,” Kate says, giving you a wink.

“Kate!” You exclaim. You lightly slap her on the arm.

“Owww y/n. You’re very feisty for such a tiny person.”

“Serves you right,” you mutter underneath your breath. The two of you continue to scroll through the app when you see a notification pop up.

Natasha and Wanda had replied to your message.

“Oh my god,” you say. You can feel yourself freaking out, even when you’re going into the texting part of the app and opening the message.

“Hi darling, we’d love to get to know you more too! We’re Natasha and Wanda, we’re both sugar mommies who are looking for a sugar baby to share. We work quite a bit, but we promise that we’ll still have time for you if things work out between us. Can’t wait to hear back from you,” the message reads. You show the message to Kate who responds with excitement.

But you can feel yourself freaking out on the inside even more now. However your doubts from earlier creep in and calm you down. There’s a big chance that this is just a catfish, but you still want to take the chance. Who wouldn’t want an opportunity to be with Natasha and Wanda?

“Help me come up with a response,” you tell the girl sitting next to you. After a few minutes of back and forth, the two of you come up with what you think is the perfect response.

“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I’m y/n, a sugar baby who is currently in college trying to pay off my loans. I normally have plenty of time on my hands and would be able to be around whenever you need.”

You cringe at the last part of the message, which was all Kate’s idea, but clearly it worked because a few minutes later you have a text inviting you out to get some coffee tomorrow afternoon and you say yes.

“You have to come with me though, just in case it’s like a catfish or something,” you tell your best friend.

“Of course, I’ll sit in the cafe and just text me if you need me,” Kate says reassuring you.

The next day comes too quickly and before you know it you and Kate are sitting in the cafe waiting for Natasha and Wanda. You’re sitting at a table in the back, while Kate is sitting at a table across the room from you. The minutes seem to drag on forever, making you even more anxious than you already are. Everytime the bell above the door goes off, you glance up, hoping it’s one of the girls walking through. You’re just about to lose hope when you see Natasha and Wanda walk in. They look so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Hi Y/n,” Wanda says, being the first to greet you. She towers over you as she envelopes you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocate.

“Hi,” you say back. It comes out quieter than you meant it to. You can feel your cheeks heating up, but gladly both women ignore it.

“And hi I’m Natasha,” the red haired girl says. She also towers over you, but you like that about the two women. She also envelopes you into a hug. She smells like vanilla and smoke and it gives you a sense of comfort. The three of you sit down and the two women get straight to the point.

“So as you know we’re looking for a sugar baby,” Natasha says, her voice a low tone. “We just wanted to meet with you today to go over some things and see if we’d get along,” she explains.

“Ok that sounds good,” you agree.

“Have you ever been in a dynamic like this before?”

“No I haven’t,” you say, your blush coming back. You can feel your nerves getting worse as well as you fidget with a ring on your hand.

“It’s ok to be nervous baby, we won’t bite,” Wanda leans in to tell you. She places her hand on top of yours, stopping your fidgeting. She places her hand in yours, which you gladly hold.

“That’s alright, we’re pretty new to this too. But there are a couple of things we wanted to go over today. First, when do you have class?”

“Well Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have class until 11am, but besides that my days are wide open.” This answer makes Natasha smile, which in turn makes you smile.

“What is it that you need help with?” You appreciate that Natasha is getting straight to the point, it’s doing wonders at calming your nerves.

“Mostly rent and some bills. I, uh, just lost my job and it’s been hard to stay afloat.”

“Well that won’t be a problem now that we’re here,” Natasha tells you, sending you a wink. The action sends a blush across your face, turning it a shade of pink.

"I know this isn't exactly normal," Natasha says, "But we promise if today works out, which I think it will, we'll take care of you darling." Natasha's words make you smile. Normally you were never so shy around people, but the two women next to you really bring it out in you.

“Do you have any questions for us honey?” Wanda asks.

“Yes actually. What is it exactly that I would be doing?”

“You would keep us company, go to some company functions with us, and,” Natasha says, her voice dropping low as she says the next part, “have sex with us when we want it.”

“But obviously we would work up to that part,” Wanda adds cheerfully.

“Ok,” you say, taking all of that information in. You knew going into this that sex would be on the table, but it shocks you that these two beautiful women are wanting to do it with you.

“I’m sorry if this is a weird question, but aren’t the two of you together? What exactly do you need me for?”

“Yes we’re together sweetheart, but we’re not the most compatible in the bedroom.”

“What Wanda means is that we’re both pretty dominant and we need someone submissive to fulfill our needs,” Natasha says. Wanda slaps her on her arm and lightly scolds her, making you giggle.

“I can do that,” you say, letting both of them know that you want this. The thought of being submissive for both of them stirs a longing within you. You can feel a slight dampness in your panties and you cross your legs, hoping Wanda, who is still holding your hand, doesn’t notice. But of course she does.

“You already feeling a little needy, baby?” Wanda whispers, her cockiness coming out of nowhere, but god does it turn you on. Her lips ghost on the outer shell of your ear, causing your breathing to become ragged.

“Mhm,” you manage to get out.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to see just how needy I can make you,” Wanda says. She leans away from you, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you go pink.

“Don’t kill the poor girl Wanda,” Natasha scolds.

“I can’t help it, she’s just so cute,” Wanda says, like you aren't there, which just turns you on even more.

“Yeah she is,” Natasha agrees.

You don’t know what to say, too absorbed in your own lust, when Natasha speaks again, snapping you out of it.

“Here are our phone numbers,” she says, slipping you a piece of paper. You take the pieces of paper and program their numbers into your phone and you give them your number and they do the same.

“We’ll text you tomorrow to work out the details and set up a contract, assuming you still want to do this?” Wanda questions.

“I do,” you reassure her.

“Then we’ll talk to you tomorrow, detka,” Wanda says. The two women get up, both hugging you goodbye. You watch the two women walk out, having forgotten that Kate was also at the cafe until she comes up to you.

“Oh my god,” Kate says.

“I know,” is all you say.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get two sugar mommies.”

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darkdemeter · 3 months

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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #1 —

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Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — I thought that this idea would be my smut ice breaker after it popped into my head when listening to some music. I have written smut before but it's been a while, especially in a form for others to read; so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty. This isn't exactly tied to anything particular regarding either Habits or Convict, but you may interpret this x reader however you wish. Have fun with the oneshot! I've tried to keep this as both descriptive and gender neutral as possible, but it may not be as on par with people who have become well accustomed to writing gn smut.

WORD COUNT — 4.2k

READER DISCRETION — Enemies to lovers trope — profanity — wounded reader, mention of scars and blood — semi dom! Wanda and sub! reader & reversal — smut 18+, minors DNI** — angry/aggressive sex — dry humping — bondage — hinted breeding kink — semi-clothed sex — fingering and mouth oral receiving (Wanda recieving) — Wanda is just a tease to reader — maybe dubious consent? (I feel like I should put this in here, just to be safe) — minor choking — talk of marking — potential grammar and punctuation errors — I think that's it?

SUMMARY — Of course this had to happen right before this mission. Wanda Maximoff had to pry inside your mind, searching for who knows what, the little witch did this to you. And now you will cash in on your promise - your one and only warning to her if she ever fucked with your mind: that you'll be a wolf at her door. Little do you know that you're a wolf walking into a trap.

‘Fucking dammit!’

You cringe to hide the snarl snaking up your throat, your palm harshly pressing into the bullet wound at your shoulder. A real fucking close call this time and all because of her. Yes, everything would have been fine had Wanda not pried into your mind, invaded the personal sanctity of your thoughts.

But no. No, she had to just take a little peek didn’t she? And because of that, your mind was elsewhere - distracted - and your cover was blown before you could get the information you needed. In short, the mission was a complete fucking bust. Your report will undoubtedly be met by less than impressed superiors. When they brought you on, they expected the job done.

It was your way to operate. You always got the job done successfully. Has Wanda purposely sabotaged you? Is that her goal?

You’re planning to confront her on the matter right now. You had stumbled all the way back to the compound because the car you took there was blown to pieces when you were compromised. Tony wasn’t going to be very pleased about that either. Shit, it’s like she’s trying to get everyone against you.

‘Who does she think she is? Fucking me over like this!’

You enter the compound, the main level vacant except the night shift receptionist. She glances up at you and the sheer gasp of horror from her, you point a finger at her. “I’m fucking fine,” you snarl as you strut past her. Your hand leaves your shoulder to the large cut across your stomach. You allow a pained whimper to escape when you enter the privacy of the elevator to take you up to your chosen floor.

Your ears ring in the deafening silence, breath fast paced and light. The wounds were of no dire measure to pay a trip to the medical ward. They only fuelled your anger towards Wanda. Ever since you first joined the team, Wanda always had a way to test your limits and push your buttons.

It was just a common sight to see you both butting heads, whether that was during missions or at the compound. You both were always at each other, hackles raised and snarky comments. Of course, what was your conflict but a cover up to fatal attraction? That was the running theory of your fellow teammates, anyway. Never would you admit anything to them in any case.

Wanda was a pain in your arse as much as you were a mongrel to her.

Ah, that word: mongrel. Wanda favoured the use of that word for you. It was her name for you. The way you feel the fur beneath your skin bristle each time she calls you that is the reason why you now have to wear a shock collar. Anytime that the device would detect your body’s indicating factors of shifting, the shock would startle you and evade the transformation.

Was it humane? No, not really. But did it give Wanda the power to only torment you further without repercussions? You fucking bet it did.

The elevator pings and the doors open with a faint whoosh as you arrive on your floor. You immediately make your way towards her dormitory, which by incident, is temporarily yours as well.

There was a small situation last week that left your own dormitory in such a wreck that Tony had you bunk with Wanda until he could fix and reinstate stronger materials to withstand your rage episodes.

And you have only one person to blame for that particular incident.

Your fist pounds on the door enough to shake it against the hinges. Your key didn’t work. She had the security chain engaged to keep you out. You can hear her inside, her voice is soft and fuck, if it didn’t aggravate you anymore than you already were it surely made something in your abdomen twitch and churn.

‘That little–’

“Wanda!” you bark behind bared teeth, fangs pronounced in the mix of your frustration, you pound on the door again. “Open this fucking door, now!”

After a moment, and she was taking her time, you can hear the leisurely patter of her feet as she opens the door for you. She stands before you and the scent hits you. For a few seconds it disorientates you, you huff to regain control of your senses.

“You fucking bitch,” you rasp, voice laced with your utter disdain for the woman who stood in your way; blocking your path.

Her eyes were smirking first before the corner of her lips twitched into position. “How was the mission, mongrel?”

“A bust, thanks to you.” You growl down at her as you brush beside her to let yourself in. She closes and locks the door.

“Why’d you do it, Wanda?” You watch her as she walks past you. When she doesn’t answer, you snatch hold of her wrist as you ask her again, tone far more venomous than before.

“I didn’t do anything.” She pulls her wrist from your grip and continues on her merry way.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, witch! You did it on purpose, I know you did.” You point at her accusingly, the shake in your arm causes a streak of pain to shoot through your shoulder and you yelp. You press a blood stained glove to it again, teeth clenched hard that your jaw flexes.

Wanda holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Right, blame me, of course that’s the logical thing to do. You just can’t admit that you failed to do the job.”

That’s struck a deep nerve because you’re pulled away from your original plan to grab a glass and your whiskey and head for the shower. Instead, you engage Wanda. Your hands encircle her wrists and the entirety of your body pins her against the back of the couch.

The aftershock of the collar is a distant sting in the heat of the moment. Wanda is close, so close against you that with a breathy intake of air, her breasts push up into your ribcage. She eyes the vibrant hue of your glowing eyes.

Still, she silently denies she had anything to do with it. Did she do it on purpose? You have to know.

“You– you read my fucking mind, Maximoff!” you hiss your accusation, “I told you to keep your magic away from there, but no, you had to go poking around.”

Your hands move to grip her forearms and for the first time ever, she flinches. Your breath hitches in your throat and the glow dissipates from your eyes.

There was much more you wanted to say. But the way her body flinched beneath your iron grip, how for a sliver of a second you swear you saw the ember of fear. Did you really scare her?

But then why did she smell like that?

‘Fuck, she smells like…’

With a deep breath through your nose, you lean forward until your lips brush the shell of her ear. “Stay out of my head, Maximoff.”

‘No.’

The glow returns to your eyes and the urge to shift right there crawls beneath, it feels like your skin is on fire. The collar whirrs in warning to keep your transformation at bay, lest you need another shocking reminder.

“Wanda–”

“So you’re really going to ignore the fact you heard me moaning your name before?” You hear the challenge in her light, accented voice.

The animalistic growl in your throat ceases immediately, eyes wide and despite your dominating position, you feel like the one under her. She smirks again. “Come on, what’s wrong?”

She arches her neck - baring it to you - as she tries to press her lips to your own ear. She whispers with a sultry purr. “Don’t you want to mark me anymore, Wolf?”

Now it was your turn to be the one that flinches. Why is she doing this?

You retract yourself swiftly as if she caused you some semblance of physical pain that made you release her. In some form, she did. That pang of arousal deep within you begins to awaken and you don’t like the smug look on her face as she sits herself up.

She tries to act cute and innocent when she is anything but that. But her eyes compel you with the flutter of her dark lashes. Was she casting a spell on you?

You back off slowly, eyes trained on her as she takes one step forward. Then another. And another few after that. You watch her hand gingerly play with the tight knot of her short, silky bathrobe. Only now did you realise exactly how short it was on her, the hem of it grazing just above the middle of her thighs. No wonder her scent was so strong, there were barely any layers to conceal it.

She wanted this to happen.

“You know what they say about us,” she tries but you’re quick to shut it down. “There is nothing between us.” Your conviction is absolute on the matter. Even if there was a hint of attraction towards the woman in front of you, surely the others would have something to say about it; all of which would disapprove. You’d not gained a wisdom linking you to your supposed mate which gave you ample opportunity to sleep with whoever and however many you wanted.

But you never did. You continue to stare at Wanda, unblinking with a narrowed gaze. She shakes her head. Of course, she isn’t going to take your word for it easily. No, like always, she would fight you over it.

“But you want there to be.” She sounds so sure of herself. She is still stalking towards you. When did you become a prey and her the hunter? You give no response and this only gives her more power to do as she sees fit.

“If it weren’t for that collar around your neck, you would have me bent over the couch right now.” You hold a hand out as you call for her to stop. She halts in her advance, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. She flutters those lashes again and your breath feels heavy, swollen because of your conflicted arousal and confusion.

“That is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?”

“I said stop,” you warn, slowly lowering your hand, “whatever you’re playing at right now, I want no part.” You see her lips fall open as she offers a toothy grin. “I’m just trying to understand why you fight this.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” you say quickly with a shake of your head. “No?” she purrs lowly with a quirk of her brow. Shrugging, she raises a hand up. “Then you won’t fight this.”

The ambient glow of her magic orbits around her hand as she swipes her arm to the side. Your brows furrow and mouth falls agape, the clicking of your belt looped around your tactical pants is quick before the strap of leather is flying to the side, to some forgotten corner of the common area.

Your eyes that bore witness to your belt coming undone fly up to meet Wanda’s, a protest on the tip of your tongue, you’re stopped short when you’re knocked back. Your arse, which you expect to get planted on the floor, is instead caught by one of the dining table’s chairs. Your arms are restrained by her magic to keep them pinned behind you.

“W-Wanda, what are you–”

She shushes you while she catches up to you, her steps slow and methodical. Her stare penetrates the darkest recess of your soul and you recoil beneath it. The pain of your wounds as they begin their process of healing are long forgotten now. You have other things to worry about, how much Wanda actually knows about you and what she intends to do with you.

“I want you to admit it,” she hums in a low whisper that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. She was playing on your fantasies. The fucking witch.

“Admit what?” You force the words out through the biting of your clenched jaws.

“That there is something between us. That each time we fight it’s because we’re denying that attraction. That the wolf needs me to satiate its appetite because we both know I am the only thing that can.”

Wanda stands between the gap of your spread legs, she swipes her hand quickly and the lapels of your coat and tactical vest are torn open by the will of her magic. You exhale sharply, a growl pulling through your teeth as you glare at Wanda between the narrowed slits of your eyes. She drinks in the sight of your bare chest before her, the way each of the muscles flex beneath the skin, the heat of your body practically rising off your skin like hot springs. The red streaks of blood from your wound peeking out just beneath the fabric of your gear.

“Wanda.” You’re panting now, anger turned into the vulnerability that was your aroused state of mind.

That was why you never gave into those temptations. Why you dismiss that flirtatious bartender at every turn whenever she sees you in that bar, why those who have asked for your number, you give them either the number of some Chinese takeout restaurant or even one of your teammates.

The threat of such vulnerability and intimacy was too great of a target on your back. She moves to straddle your lap, hands pressed to your exposed chest.

“Admit it,” she says again and you snarl at her. “Never! There’s nothing to admit!”

She giggles then and rolls her hips forward and down against your crotch.

“F-fuck!” you stutter, your arms and chest strain forward but Wanda has you contained. Trapped. Like some common dog. A mongrel.

“Still nothing between us?” she asks, voice laden with a soft whimper, her purpose is to make you crack; to give in and admit to everything she knows. As if lying would spurn her when she knows the truth.

Why does she want you to admit it so badly? Because she wants to torment you, it’s so simple.

“N-no,” you grunt only to hiss beneath your breath when she rolls her hips again, this time with more pressure. You swear you feel the pulsing of her clit against the coarse fabric of your pants.

You do all you can to refrain from bucking your hips or else you were done for.

“So you mean to tell me that you haven’t fantasised about…,” she trails off with a pout of her lips, feigning that innocent look of contemplation. “For fuck’s sake,” you drawl as your head falls back.

She’s killing you. Slowly but surely she is killing you.

She continues, “being out here in the kitchen, late at night, drinking your whiskey alone before I come out here in a short, little bathrobe…”

‘Oh… fuck.’

That was a recent fantasy.

Her fingers drag down the ravine of your heated skin on show for her to then fiddle with the two threads that held her bathrobe together. “Wearing this?” You shouldn’t have looked but fucking hell, you were always the a little too curious for your own good.

She’s tugged the knot loose and lets the silky fabric roll off her shoulders and down to her elbows. If this was all to be considered as some strange, aroused induced coincidence then that is out the window now. Because there is no fucking way she knew to pick a lingerie set in your favourite colour.

You tilt your chin toward her only slightly and let your glowing eyes take in her form. The moment she arches her neck the slightest is when you lose it.

You lunge your neck forward, your canines bared and at the ready to mark the junction between neck and shoulder, to litter her neck with dark bruises so she wouldn’t be able to hide them. But you’re stopped short yet again in your advance. Her magic prevents you, mere inches away. To top it all off, she chuckles.

She’s cracked you.

You growl, the sound husky and deep in your chest.

“Fucking– let me–” Your muscles strain and flex as you fight the barrier of her magic to no avail. She tuts you softly, moving herself slightly forward so that her arms push her breasts up to elevate her cleavage to become more pronounced. Damn her. She continues to roll her hips in a slowed motion, riding you out into your confession.

“Shall I continue?”

“No!” The single word sends a thrilling chill down her spine. “Then admit it.”

“No,” you answer again, this time with a more levelled tone.

Her fingers move to the fly of your pants as you let out a confused whine as she loosens them slightly. Her palm presses flush against the junction between your thighs and you moan. And that sound is the most exquisite sound Wanda has ever heard you make. For a battle-hardened wolf, wild and untamed and a proven danger to the public, nobody would suspect that you were capable of such noises. But Wanda knew.

Her palm is small in comparison to you, and as much force as she uses now there is a level of delicacy she retains. Your resolve is crumbling quickly. You jolt forward again with your mouth ajar to mark her but she stops you and arches back.

“Let me have you!”

“I’ll let you have me, play out all your little fantasies with me. But I want you to indulge in mine, first. So… admit it and I’m all yours.”

Was she fucking serious? This is her fantasy? Well, you never expected her to be into something like this. “Ah, fuck…” She hears your mumbling, any moment now you are about to surrender.

She just needs to push that last little bit.

“Just think about it, Wolf,” she whispers, lips dancing over yours, one of her hands placing a single finger between your lips to keep them from meeting. “I’m all yours if you just say it. Tell me what I want to hear, and you can have your little midnight snack right here. You can have me over the couch, in the shower and in your bed until the tousled sheets smell of nothing but sex.”

Fuck, where did she learn to talk so filthy?

“I can’t,” you say behind a heavy pant. She whines quietly in your ear as her other hand that’s palming you stops, but her hips continue to roll against that sensitive region. At this point, you’re chasing your climax right there. Who knows if she will keep to her word after she indulges in her twisted fantasy.

You shift your eyes to watch her hand that rests between your bodies and you almost lose yourself to your high. Her hand dips beneath the lacey fabric of her lingerie, her fingers sliding over her folds and thumb rolling her clit in circles; all of which is left to the beauty of your imagination.

“Wanda, don’t test me!” Your words are a command; a warning that she doesn’t heed. “But this is a test.” Your brows furrow, confusion etched into your face. “To see if you can be broken in.”

Was that all you were to her? Something to be broken in?

She begins to make those sounds again. The same chorus of moans and pleas with your name as a choked gasp on the edge of her vocals. You overheard her masturbating when you first banged on the door to be let in.

And she was doing it to the thought of you.

“Wanda!” you hiss, your hips finally buck up to meet the hunger of her own that roll with such fervour, you believe she was so close to getting off right there in your lap. “Y/N, oh f-fuck, Y/N!” she gasps out, “right there, just like that– oh shit!”

“Fuck, I admit it!”

Everything stops all at once and your chest heaves numerous times. The air is thick to your lungs and each intake makes you feel like you’re drowning more than anything. Wanda stares at you, silently, her eyes searching yours when you finally look back at her beneath that wolfish glare. How that stare made her wet in her panties every time.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You scowl at her teasing words. The moment you feel her magic cease is when you pin her against the dining table behind her. She props herself up on her elbows, the loose fabric of her robe still clinging to her form but she was exposed in that cute lingerie set.

Like a hungry wolf, your tongue licks over your teeth and along the top of your lips. You groan as her aroused scent wafts up, the smell irresistible.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” She chuckles beneath her airy breaths. “It was the only way to get you to confess.”

Your hand clasps hold of her throat. Oh, how you love the look of fear and lust on her face all at once. It was a sight only you would get to see. “And I have a million ways to ruin you,” you growl lowly, “now you’re in my fantasy, Maximoff and if you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into by letting the wolf at your door inside, then you know I’m always rough.”

“I’m counting on it,” she wheezes behind the firm pressure you apply to her throat. “Good. Now keep them spread, Maximoff or you’ll learn what rough is real quick.”

She does as you say and spreads her legs open and you sink to your knees, even then given your height difference, you are at perfect level with her soaked cunt, the large, dark patch evident of how badly she wanted this all along. This whole time.

Your clawed fingers none too gently rip the panties aside, fabric tearing from the sheer force of it. Wanda’s hands find themselves clenching fistfuls of your hair, tugging you in closer with a needy whimper of your name.

Her legs hook over your shoulders, mewling when you pepper her inner thighs with kisses and playful bites with your sharp canines, a rumble of a groan reverberating between her legs causes her to quiver. “Y/N, please!” she pleads.

“Ooh, what’s this?” you chuckle, “don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll give you a taste.”

You slide a finger past her slick folds, her walls tighten around your single digit. You groan when her moan makes her pussy clench your finger tighter. “Shit, Wanda, I’ve barely done a thing yet.”

“Then do something!” she hisses and you give her that same, wolfish glare. “D-don’t look at me like– ahh!”

She is at your mercy now when you begin thrusting your finger back and forth, soon adding another two through the folds. She whines and moans, cursing your name and praising your work. When you pull your now slick covered fingers from her pussy, she tries to protest but the replacement is swift; and in her lust-ridden opinion, far better. Her eyes roll back and she lays flat on her back against the table as your tongue laps at her cunt, tip teasing the bud of nerves. You growl again and fuck, if she didn’t make the sexiest, neediest sound ever at that. You continue with what’s working at getting your little witch off. Her breath comes in short pants and her legs quiver as they move to circle around your head. Her fingers curl tighter against your roots as she chokes out, “I-I’m cum–cumming!”

You purr against the flood of her orgasm, lapping her divine juices up with your tongue. She breathes heavily for a moment in regaining her composure. You pull your head, albeit, struggling to pry her hands and legs from around you, you crash your lips against hers. The kiss is passionate, fuelled by hunger shared by both parties. Her mouth invites you and you gladly force your tongue past her parted lips, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

You rut your hips between her still spread legs and they envelop you, encouraging the rocking motion with eagerness. “I still fucking hate that you read my mind and all,” you mumble into the kiss.

‘Even when I say that I've also thought about carrying your pups?’

Your smirk with a coarse chuckle, dark in its intentions and your eyes glow that colour that brings Wanda to her knees. “Naughty witch, don’t test me there. Those will be my pups you're swollen with.”

She tilts her head again but this time, you see no intent to tease in her eyes. No intent to…

“This isn’t a test.”

Fucking hell, that wolfish smirk of yours could make anyone wet at the drop of a hat. Too bad for others, because Wanda had you wrapped around her witchy, little finger that danced with magic.

Magic that just so happens to unlock the shackle around your neck. Well, the wolf at the door is now off its chain.

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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WANDA MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST:

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Elizabeth Olsen, Wanda Maximoff (MCU), Jane Banner (Wind River), Therese (In Secret), Elle Brody (Godzilla), Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss), Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West), Gerry (Very Good Girls)

Next Door Hottie (smut, small angst)

Mommy (smut, fluff)

My Wives (smut)

Assistance (smut, angst)

Obsessed (smut)

My Girl (smut, small angst/fluff)

Daddy Knows Best (smut)

Here To Help (smut, fluff)

My Love.. (smut, fluff)

Disobedience (smut)

A Guest (smut)

Two Is Better Than One (smut)

A Deal Is A Deal (smut)

Try It (smut, small angst)

Yours Again (smut, angst)

The Phone Call (smut)

Too Late (angst)

Pierced (smut)

Anywhere Anytime (smut)

Mommy’s Day (smut, fluff)

Keep Going (small smut, angst, comfort)

The Lucky Winner (smut)

The Keeper Of Her Cold, Wretched heart (angst, smut)

Closer (smut, fluff)

Sweater Weather (smut, fluff)

Mother Natures Tears And Fears (angst, fluff, comfort)

Lost In The Pleasure (smut, fluff)

Can’t Help Falling In Love (fluff)

Taste Of Desire (smut)

Cruel Girl (smut, dark)

Follow My Lead (smut)

Eyes Don’t Lie (smut)

You’ll Always Be Mine (angst, dark!!)

Hate Me? Or Love Me? (angst, smut, fluff) (Jane Banner)

Bunny (smut)

Visions (angst, fluff)

Older (smut)

You Deserve Better Than That (angst, fluff)

Attention-Seeker (angst, fluff)

Pick Or Choose (angst, fluff) (Lizzie)

Drunk In Love (fluff) (Lizzie)

…Hate Me (angst, fluff)

Someone New (But I Still Love You)

You Are Loved… (fluff, angst) (Elizabeth Olsen)

Spider-Woman!Wanda (fluff, smut)

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ravenromanova · 5 months

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Mommy

Pairings: Milf Wanda x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT 18!! ONLY!!! Mommy kink, Oral, Fingering, Legal age gap, MOMMY WANDA!!!!! Reader and Wanda get caught. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!

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You knew it was wrong to be looking at your best friends mom the way you were. But honestly who could blame you when she looked the way she looked. Wanda was an enigma and she had you in a complete trance whenever you saw her. And luckily for you, you saw her quite often since you were besties with her twin boys. So you always got to see the red headed woman which was a blessing and a curse.

Your crush on Wanda started developing your senior year of high school. Billy and Tommy had just transferred from westview to the small town of green lake in upstate new york. Which is where they met you. And in a matter of days you and the boys were inseparable and did everything together. So when they had invited you over to their house for the first time you happily agreed.

But when you had stepped into the house and saw the woman they called mom your heart nearly stopped. She was beautiful and you almost melted at the sound of her voice when she introduced herself. That day was the start of your crush on Wanda maximoff. And as the time went on and you grew closer with the boys you also grew closer with her.

It was weird at first being close with Wanda but eventually you thought of her as one of you friends. You learned a lot about her, how her husband and the boys father left them a few years ago, she talked to you about her family and where she came from. And for some reason you felt a need to protect her after everything she told her about her past.

That brings us to now. Spring break of your freshman year of college. You went to a little college that was a couple of hours away from from green lake so luckily you were able to go home for the week. Unfortunately you didn’t have any home to go to so the boys told you just to come to theirs and that you’ll stay with them. At first you were a little hesitant because of your crush on their mother but soon agreed due to the lack of places to go.

So once you drove back into town you headed straight for the Maximoff residence. And when you pulled up to the red bricked house your heart started to beat a little faster. You got out of the car and grabbed your bag before walking up the few steps in front of the house.

You waited a few moments after you knocked on the red door. And surprisingly you weren’t met with the sight of Billy or Tommy. It was Wanda who opened the door with her signature bright smile.

“Y/n darling youre back. Oh i missed you darling!” She greeted happily and engulfed you in a tight hug.

“Hi Wanda. I-I missed you too” You said returning the hug with the same amount of passion. Her perfume filled yours senses and damn near brought you to your knees.

“Come in, the boys aren’t home right now they went to their uncles for the night… im assuming they forgot you were coming today” Wanda shook her head at the thought of her boys forgetting about you.

“It’s okay i wont hold it against them….this time” She laughed a little before she grabbed your bag for you and lead you inside.

“Make yourself comfortable and I’ll make you some tea and then we can catch up” Her voice called out to you as she walked into the kitchen. You did as you were told and sat on the comfortable couch and waited for her to return.

A few minutes later Wanda came back into the living room with two mugs in her hand and handed you one before sitting down. She then sat next to you and her thigh brushed against yours causing you to choke a little.

Unbeknownst to you Wanda had a whole plan for the night. She had told the boys to go to Pietros for the night so she could spend time with you. Granted the twins were confused as to why since you were coming into town but all she said was that he needed them for something. So they left for the night and thats when her plan was put in motion.

Wanda has had a little crush on you for a little bit now. She knew it was wrong to be looking at you the way she did but she couldn’t help it. When she had met you a few months after your eighteenth birthday when the boys had introduced you two she was enamored. So she waited, built up the tension for years hoping you’d make a move but you never did. And quite frankly she had enough she needed you and now was the time.

“So how’s college darling?” Wanda asked as she slowly sipped her tea while looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay i took on a bigger class load than i should’ve” You cringed thinking about all the homework you had almost daily.

“Well youre a smart girl darling im sure it’ll get easier as the time goes on” Wandas hand landed on your thigh making your heart speed up and your face heat up from her praise.

“I mean i know i can handle it. But all the work doesn’t leave time for anything other than just that” She nodded in understanding and bit her lip as she listened.

“So you dont have a girlfriend or anything?” Her question caught you off guard and you started coughing on your tea.

“Uh no i have absolutely no luck in that department” You chuckled dryly.

Wanda smiled when you admitted you were single. She scooted a little closer to you and placed her hand on your thigh. “Why is that darling? I’m sure you have plenty of girls falling at your feet” You looked at her hand on your thigh and almost passed away.

“I- uh just dont find anyone that interesting” You said honestly causing the older woman to smirk.

“Well what about me? Do you find me interesting darling?” She asked and you swore she was trying to kill you.

“I find you very interesting Wanda” You choke out as she moves her hand higher. Wanda moves even closer to you and brought her face within inches of yours.

“Wanda… w-what are you doing” Wanda smiled at your question before she crashed her lips into yours. She gave you no time to think as she straddled your lap not breaking the kiss.

You moaned a little in her mouth at the taste of her. She tasted like tea and mint and you couldn’t get enough. Your hands found their way to her hips and you held on tightly almost as if you’d let go shed disappear.

“I need you darling” She husked in your ear. You nodded your head knowing that if you tried to speak your voice would fail you. Wanda smiled and started to kiss down your neck and let her hands find the them of your shirt. She wasted no time in removing your shirt and bra.

“Wanda please” You begged the redhead who smiled and wrapped her lips around one of your nipples. Her other hand went to your other one and started tugging on it making you moan and mewl bin response.

“You sound so pretty malysh” She praised you and your heart couldn’t help but swell at the nickname she gave you in her mother tongue.

“I-I need you Wanda” You continued to beg as your grip on her hips became tighter.

“What do you need baby? What do you need mommy to do” She feigned confusion making you groan a little.

“I need you to fuck me mommy” Wanda was more than pleased with your words and she slowly slid off you body and settled between your thighs on the floor.

Her hands teased the hem of you pants and you threw your head back. She was barely touching you but yet you were reeling. After a few minutes of her kissing your stomach and softly caressing your skin she finally took off your pants. Her fingers ran over your pantie covered pussy making a wet patch grow where you needed her the most.

“Ive wanted to do this for so long pretty girl” She kisses your clothed clit before she slides your panties off leaving you bare in front of her.

“Please” You moan as your hands find their way to her hair. Wanda kisses your inner thigh before she dives in and starts licking your clit.

“Oh my god mommy” You pretty much screech at the contact. The feeling of her warm tongue circling around your clit makes you preen. Wanda moans at the taste of you knowing that she’s now addicted.

“M-More” You plead needing more stimulation. Wanda seems to know exactly what you need and shoves two of her nimble fingers into your aching hole.

“Like that baby?” She asked with a smirk on her face as she hit your g-spot making you mewl.

“J-Just like that mommy oh god” You moan feeling your orgasm building up. It’s in this moment you know that you ruined for any other woman and you will never be able to cum without Wanda again.

“Cum for me babygirl come on give it to mommy” She keeps thrusting her fingers in you hitting all the right spots. Your walls clench around her fingers and your back arches off the couch.

“OH FUCK!” You scream as your orgasm crashes through you. Wanda keeps thrusting at a slow pace helping you ride out your high before she pulls out of you. Once she pulls out she licks her fingers clean and smiles before coming back up to your face.

“You’re amazing malysh” She praised bringing you in for a sloppy kiss.

“Mmm thank you mommy” You respond bashfully feeling another wave of arousal course through you when she leaves a hickey on your neck.

You thread your fingers in her hair and bring her back for another kiss which she gladly reciprocates. The two of you get so lost in each other that you didn’t hear the door open.

“Hey mom we’re ho- OH MY GOD!” Billy and Tommy scream as they enter the living room and see their best friend naked on the couch with their mother on top of her.

“Fuck” You mutter as you try to find your clothes which are scattered across the floor.

“We are just gonna go back to pietros…” Tommy says slowly backing out of the house with Billy in suite not wanting to have this discussion right now or ever.

You and Wanda both look at each other stunned before you both break out in to laughter.

“We should’ve taken it to the bedroom” You say in between giggles. Wanda nods her head giggling not being able to form words. After a few seconds she stands up and picks you up by your thighs and takes you to her room for round two.

~The end~

p.s. i love mommy Wanda.

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softlymaximoff · 1 year

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Unspoken Rules

18+ ONLY MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

A/N: consider Dark Princess Wanda my new hyper-fixation, get ready for me to be literally all over ideas with her

Summary: not one to be going against orders, the Princess was surprised to see her toy ignoring rules in plain sight. Deciding to put a stop to the behaviour, she realises the reason behind it all was a mere misunderstanding.

Characters: Dark!Princess! Wanda, Gn!Reader

Warnings: safe word use, pet play, Dom/sub dynamics, choking (if you squinttt), breath play, aftercare (?)

Word Count: 1.5k

Your new shiny leash glimmered with each step you took, Wanda had been told she had to attend another 'Kings Of Court' meeting and she wasn't about to let you out of her sight. “Here pup, kneel please" She asked easily and with a faint blush on your cheeks you knelt by her side. She had also made a custom pillow matching to your collar and with how soft it was, you couldn't help but let out a small sigh in contempt.

However, your eyes locked onto one of the many sleazy men in the kingdom as he eyed your princess up and down from his seat at the table. It was no secret that Wanda was breathtaking and completely infatuating. But it was also no secret that the two of you were each others lovers. A sharp tug on your chain leash made you almost topple into Wanda’s legs. “Sit still and focus” She held her voice low enough for you to hear weary of any onlookers. She didn’t want to embarrass you or herself. A good pet doesn’t disobey, at least not her pet.

It was another community hall meeting about further plans of protection and disagreements between kingdoms. Something Wanda was utterly bored by. As long as she was protecting you that’s all she cared about. From your place on the floor, you could just about see everything going on down there on his body. However, a flicker of silver caught your attention and you side eyed that same man who was now (from the body language you gather) resting on his elbows.

He had a knife.

Your eyes narrowed instantly and you pulled on your leash. Hard. The bold action took the Princess by surprise and she recorrected it in a swift motion. Her grip on the leash tightened and she yanked your body towards her. “Sit fucking still” she growled and you challenged her back with a scowl of your own. Now causing a scene, you huffed and looked the man dead in the eye. All he did was smirk and you were ready to lunge at him again. “Behave” she grabbed your face in one hand and the leash tight in the other. “Look at me” she searched your wandering eyes as they never settled on hers. You were clearly scared about something.

“Eyes on me pup” she stilled her voice again and this time let a few of her red wisps enter your mind. You shook your head and blocked her out sitting back down as your eyes never leaving the man’s hidden weapon. “Could you excuse us for a moment” Wanda politely excused herself from the meeting and picked you up from the floor, not bothering about making you walk. “Let me go!” You thrashed in her arms, pushing against her chest, accidentally hitting her in the face. Everything stopped. She stopped walking and you just about stopped breathing.

You had never used physical force on your princess. After a few minutes of silence, she continued walking to her room without a word. Your whole body was tense and she dismissed your silent pleas. “Wanda I’m sor-” “I didn’t say you could speak” she cut your sentence off with a sharp tone and you snapped your mouth shut. You had truly messed up. Despite being infuriated with you, she sat you down on the bed gently and walked into her custom wardrobe.

This was the first time you’d ever been punished. You didn’t know what would happen or how it would happen. You were scared and Wanda could see it, she could feel it. “Relax” she ordered softly and you made a conscious decision to control your breathing. She came back out holding a few things you dared not o look at. She dragged her eyes across your body and the action alone caused you to tense up again. “You’re okay” she mused quietly and bent down so she was face to face with you.

You watched carefully with hesitant eyes as a hand came up around your throat, eyes slipping shut for only a whisper. “Eyes on me” she guided your face with her hands and before you knew it the custom collar came loose around your neck.

What?

A whimper involuntarily echoed the room as Wanda slipped on a metal two toned chain collar around your neck. It was silver and red and held a moon and star pendant in the middle. Wanda kept quiet the whole time, only a few soft reassurances to nurse your running mind. Although she was trying, it wasn’t really taking much affect.

We’re you no longer hers? Did you mess up that bad? Was she getting rid of you for being a bad pet?

So many thoughts. Endless outcomes and answered you didn’t want to face.

You hadn’t noticed the small furrow in her brows or the way she ceased her actions to study you. You had barely heard her ask you your colour. “Colour baby” She asked again a little firmer and her voice made you jump slightly. Realistically you were orange but this was punishment for being bad so you had to be green. You had to take what ever punishment you saw fit. “Green” with a slight tone in your voice, you cast your eyes down and focused on breathing.

She was reluctant to continue but you were adamant to take what ever she gave you. She noticed the way your body was ever so slightly trembling, or the fragile gleam of sweat on your forehead. She saw the way your body was on autopilot. She felt it. You were utterly terrified. “Red” her voice was laced with concern as you shook your head. “No Princess! It’s green! I’m green I promise. I will take what you give me. I was bad! I’m sorry I was a bad pet. Please I’m green. Need to be your good pet again.” you pleaded with desperation and a hazy state of mind as you choked on your own breaths.

“Hey, hey come back to me darling where are you. Don’t fall too hard dorogaya” she attended to you in a gentle but firm manner and as much as she hated using her magic on you without you being aware; you left her no other choice. Red wisps invaded your mind and the princess was struggling to get anywhere. You were blocking her out. Self protection. Understandable. At this point you were beginning to make yourself sick. You were struggling to breathe and Wanda was etching to find new ways to calm you down.

A quick thought slipped into her mind and she brought the custom collar back up to your neck. A snap of her fingers and the chain collar was released allowing room for the scarlet collar to take its rightful place. The minute it was clipped into place, she held your face in both of her hands. Her thumb coming down delicately on the apples of your tear stained cheek. “Come back my good pet” at the gentle praise you whimpered and hunched forward into her arms, clinging onto her like she was your lifeline.

She kissed the crown of your forehead and brought you off the bed, sinking down onto the floor with her. Erratic coughs and laboured breaths escaped your lips and she gently shushed you as much as she could. “There we go that’s it my love” she sighed in relief as your painful outburst simmered into faint hiccups. “Hi baby” She searched your cloudy eyes and you merely whispered out a hello back. “What happened there huh?” She cradled your face in her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your nose.

The fear of being in even more in trouble made you whimper and she shushed you gently. “Please love, you’re not in trouble. It’s okay” she reassured you. With a heavy sigh and a small hiccup, you mumbled out a response. “Speak up puppy girl” she ran her thumb over your cheek and so you did just that. “I thought, well, you, I thought, the collar, it changed, you changed it” you expressed yourself with scrambled words but she understood. Her eyes softened and she brought you in for a much needed hug.

“Oh my sweet one” she whispered and comforted you warmly. Her voice was soft and her actions were even softer. “You’ll always be my little one. No matter the collar. No matter the punishment. You’re stuck with me until the end of time. I’m so so so sorry I threw you in a spiral. I should have been clearer, i should have communicated before changing your collar. That’s totally my fault. I promise you my love that you are and will always be mine”. She finished with a deep kiss and you melted against her touch. Hers. You were hers. Always.

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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dressing room

Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary - Wanda can't wait until you're home to show you just how much she likes your new dress.

18+ : smut; semi public sex, fingering, degradation, instructed masturbation?

A/N - promise i am working on other things that i've started, i'm just so tired so everything is taking me ages :/

this is the wanda i was picturing

You weren’t looking forward to this wedding and the dress hugging your body doesn’t change that. You smoothed out the wrinkles, looking over your body in the dressing room mirror - you looked good but that didn’t change your feelings.

“How’s it going in there?” Wanda asked from outside the door with a knock.

“It’s fine, I’m gonna get this one.”

“Is that it? Just fine? You’re not gonna let me see?”

“You can see it when I wear it, Wands.”

“Please? Let me in to see it.” She whined and you unlocked the door for her to step in, eyes immediately dragging over your body with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “You are gonna be the hottest bridesmaid at the entire wedding.”

“Can you unzip it for me?” You asked her, turning your back to her but her hands slid over your waist instead, shivers through your body at her touch. She stepped closer to you until your back was flush against her and her lips ghosted your neck.

“Mm mm.” She shook her head, locking eyes with you in the mirror as she pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Look at how pretty you look.” She muttered, kissing her way up your neck, nipping at the skin slightly.

Your head fell back to rest on her shoulder with a sigh at the feeling of her lips on your skin and her hands on your thighs, slowly inching the dress further up your legs.

“Wanda, we shouldn’t.” You whispered.

“I think we should.”

“Not here.”

“But you look so pretty. C’mon, let me show you how pretty I think you look.” Wanda returned, bunching the dress up at your hips and pressing her hand into your clothed cunt. “Aw, and you’re so wet for me already. It’d be a shame for it to go to waste, hm?”

Fuck, you really shouldn’t but she’s so hard to resist and her lips taste so sweet when you pull them to yours, her eager and hungry teeth clashing into yours as she kisses you. Her tongue pushed past your lips, holding all power over yours in her bruising kiss, her roaming hands squeezed at your thighs, nails digging into the flesh making you sigh into her mouth.

She pulled away breathlessly with pink lips and darkened eyes, guiding you backwards until her surprisingly strong arms span you to face the mirror. She nudged your legs apart with a kick of her foot into your ankle making you stumble, flattening your palms on the wall in front of you to catch yourself.

You caught her smug look behind you in the mirror, her lip caught between her teeth with your ass brushing against her where you were bent over slightly. There was no gentleness in the way she raked her nails over the skin of your thighs, pushing the dress up until you were on show for her, just your underwear that were growing wetter by the second between her and what she wanted.

“I knew you wanted me. Just fucking soaked and waiting for me to fuck you like the little slut you are, hm?” She muttered, smirking at the reflection of your sheepish face before pulling at the material of your underwear with such force they ripped from your body. You sighed at the action, this animalistic desperation she has when it comes to you never fails to make your body heat up.

She wasted little time before she slid her fingers through your folds, humming at the wetness she found, musingly rubbing over your clit with all the practiced skill she had; your hips twitched at the way her fingers danced over your bud until they stroked through your slit, pushing into your pussy effortlessly. You had to bite back a moan at the sudden intrusion.

Wanda’s digits slid into you with a curl, hitting the spot that she knows makes your breath shudder whilst her other hand reached round to palm at your breast through your dress, pinching and squeezing your nipple through the fabric. She stood close behind you with the rough material of her jeans brushing against your skin and her breath on your neck when she kissed you.

Her hand made its way up to your face, holding your jaw between strong fingers. “Look at me while I fuck you.” She breathed, lusting eyes staring intently into yours over your shoulder in your reflection. You could see the satisfied upturn to her lips when moans threatened to echo into the room with your hand slapping to your mouth to muffle them.

“Fuck Wanda.” You whispered through heavy breaths, moving your hips with the rhythm of her fingers in a chase for your climax, fucking yourself onto her hand desperately. Her gaze never broke away from yours when it turned mischievous and she grabbed the hand that covered your mouth. She only smiled in the mirror as she guided your hand down to your own pussy, pushing it into you.

“If you think I need your help, help.” She spoke. “Touch yourself.” She muttered, slowing the thrusts of her fingers into you as yours toyed with your clit, aching and swollen. “Try and be quiet now without a hand to cover your mouth - fucking needy slut.”

You rubbed over your clit as she continued to fuck her fingers into you and your legs began to shake from your soon approaching orgasm, your eyes squeezed closed and your lips fell open.

“Eyes. Open.” She growled, staring into them when you obeyed. The look in her eyes was enough to pull you over the edge, cumming onto her fingers until it dripped down to her knuckles, your hot forehead pressed against the mirror with your teeth biting into your bottom lip to quell the grunt at the back of your throat.

She helped you ride through your orgasm, wrapping her arm around your waist to hold you steady as you calmed your breathing and her soft lips kissed over your shoulder. She gave you a toothy grin in the mirror at the knock on the door.

“Is everything okay in there?”

“Yes, everything’s fine - we’re just finishing off.” Wanda answered, kissing your jaw as she unzipped the dress. Her eyes were soft and adoring as they gazed over your body when you stepped out of it. “You’re so beautiful, detka. In the dress and out of it.” She winked and you rolled your eyes at her fondly.

“I’m no match to you, Wanda.” You returned, reciprocating the soft kiss she pressed to your lips.

“I’ll go and pay, while you get dressed.” She smiled when she pulled away, handing you your clothes as you nodded. “I can’t believe you’re going to look better than me at the wedding.”

“Don’t worry, I could never imagine outshining the bride.”

Fuck, Vision was a lucky guy.

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littlemissomega · 1 year

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Big Girl Thoughts

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, mommy kink, begging. Wanda being condescending, degrading

Masterlist

"Oh are you a little sensitive?" Wanda croons mockingly

"M-mommy!" Y/N whimpers.

"Come on, sweetie, answer Mommy's question!"

Y/N's grip on the sheets tightens as and turns her head and buries it in the pillow, attempting to quiet her moans. She jumps when a slap lands on her thigh.

"Now now now, none of that! Mommy's working so hard for all those pretty sounds! Now answer my question, or I'll keep going all night!!"

Wanda adds another finger to Y/N's dripping pussy as though to say she means it.

"So sensitive Mommy! So so so sensitive! Ngjdjf mommyyy it hurts so good!" Y/N whines, the last of her pride melting away.

"Good girl. Cum again for Mommy like a good little slut,"

Y/N mewls and whimpers fill the room as Wanda's fingers fill her pussy. The suction toys on Y/N clit increases a setting.

"C-oohh can't Mommy! Too m-much!" Y/N gasps.

"Oh really? Do you need a break?" The suction toy goes down a setting, giving Y/N's nerve a little bit of relief.

She should have noticed the mock kindness in Wanda's voice, but Y/N head is too fuzzy and holes are too full to think righ, so she nods wuickky.

"Uh huh! Please Mommy, please please please, 's too much!" She begs.

"And did you come up with that thought all by yourself, silly baby?" Wanda asks, tilting her head.

It clicks in her head and Y/N whimpers, squirming in Wanda's grasp as she realizes her mistake.

"Mommyyyyyy…."

"Cause you know what Mommy's told you about thinking! You're too much of a dumb baby for such big girl thoughts! Let Mommy do the thinking for you…."

The suction toy turns to the strongest setting, and Y/N let's out a silent scream; her pussy clenching down on Wanda's fingers.

"Good girlll! You look so pretty when you cum all over my fingers, button" Wanda croons, still pumping her fingers in and out, Y/N's cum dripping down her wrist.

Y/N lets how desperate babbles as all the stimulation continues after so many intense orgasms.

"Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommyyyyy," Y/N whimpers.

"Awwww cutie! Doesn't it feel good?"

"Nghdbbbfhfud n-oohh noo no more Mommyy," she babbles, trying to squirm away from Wanda.

"Oh it doesn't feel good? Now we've gotta do something about that, don't wr?"

Then, everything stops. Y/N lets out a whimper of relief and goes slack against the mattress. She doesn't even notice Wanda's shuffling until the tip of Wanda's strap is rubbing against her puffy pussy lips.

Y/N starts crying from sensitivity and tries pushing Wanda away from her.

"Cut it out," Wanda snaps firmly, spanking y/n's pussy, "Mommy's gonna take good care of her babygirl… "

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ladyylesbian · 2 years

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play by the rules

Business Behavior (part two)

pairing: bottom!assistant!wanda maximoff x top!ceo!gn!reader

summary: wanda gets reminded how a good assistant should act

warnings: 18+ MDI, dark (ever so slightly), power play, choking, daddy kink, hair pulling, degradation, praise, power kink, name calling, denial, public play

word count: 4565

a/n: an anniversary gift from us to you

you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! all mistakes are mine and mine alone. likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3

“Mx. Y/L/N, your table is this way” a petite blonde woman speaks as she steps towards you before walking in the direction of the table. Following her through the maze of tables til you arrive at a lightly lit corner table.

A small chuckle leaves your lips as your eyes see the billionaire sitting, “Always a corner table, huh?”

His eyes meet your own immediately while he scoffs playfully at your words, “And as always you take your sweet time showing up. Can we start now or is there something else you need to do first?”

This time you let out a proper laugh as you unbutton your jacket to sit down in the wide chairs. Checking your watch then speaking, “My assistant should be here any minute” taking in a deep breath before continuing, smirking at Tony, “And she is worth waiting for.”

Stark opens his mouth to reply he is cut off by the same petite blonde host returning to the table only this time she guided Wanda. The red head mumbles a quick “thanks” to the woman before she turns away.

“Apologies for my tardiness. I didn’t mean to come late-” an uncontrollable smirk spreads across your face at the word, looking her up and down, stunning the Sokovian into further explaining, “because I hit unexpected traffic”

Your previously clear and focused mind is now clouded at the view of your assistant in the short black skin tight dress. Unable to stop the flashbacks of your morning with Wanda, every passing minute you grow more excited to see how the red head will behave tonight.

Wanda notices the change in your mood and her own confidence rises.She rests her hand on your shoulder before letting it softly drag down your arm before turning away from you and bending slightly over the table to greet Tony and Pepper.

Your eyes land on the red head’s ass. Focusing on how she shifts her weight onto one foot as she begins to shake hands with Pepper. You hear Tony mumble a quick, “She definitely was” in your direction before he speaks louder, “Pleasure to meet you.”

Wanda turns around to face you with a confused look on her face, her confidence hit, as she sits down. You glance at Tony then back at her before leaning to softly whisper in her ear, “He doesn’t do handshakes.”

The Sokovian gives a small nod to show she understands before fixing her dress and regaining her previous confidence back.

Placing your hand on her thigh, giving a small comforting squeeze, “Let's get started then, shall we?” You both send a soft smile to the other then you remove your hand.

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As the conversation continues to drag on your own brain wonders to the red head next to you. She has been softly talking with Tony all evening as you and Pepper figure out the details to your new possible contract with Stark Industries.

Glancing over at Wanda you see her focused and laughing along to whatever story Tony is telling, so you return your attention to Pepper before slowly reaching your arm under the table and landing on Wanda’s knee, gently scratching.

Wanda’s laughing falters at this but continues once she feels your hand tighten around her knee. Carefully and slowly dropping her own hand below the table to place it on your own, gripping down and digging her nails into the top of your hand.

At this response you pull your hand higher up the red head’s thigh before curving it down and gripping your fingertips into her inner thigh. A small, almost unnoticeable, whimper came out of her. Satisfaction of your actions and results fills you, so you decide to fully focus on your conversation with Pepper. You lean forward on your elbow as your other hand rests on your own knee.

“And also, I really liked the drones Tony showed me,” Pepper gasps a little when the realization settled in her mind, “I think they’d be a good addition to the security.”

The blonde business woman nods in agreement while saying a quick ‘yes’. As she begins taking out some documents and continuing the conversation.

Your mind’s entire attention was on Pepper; however, that was before you felt a soft touch on your upper thigh. Your leg tenses some at the new feeling.

Shifting your eyes down, you see a delicate hand gently wrapping around your thigh. You look back up and smile at whatever Pepper had said to you. You glance at the red head besides you, her lips were pursed and her eyes are locked on Tony.

You feel her hand slowly moving down your thigh, tracing light patterns with her fingertips, occasionally squeezing softly.

Different thoughts start flooding your mind as her touches continue. Anything Pepper is saying starts going to the back of your head. You don’t care to listen when you have better things to focus on.

You slightly tense your jaw when she digs her nails into your leg. From the corner of your eye, you can see a small hint of satisfaction on her face.

This is until she moved farther.

Her eyes widen for a second as her hand freezes in one place. You can’t help the subtle smirk that starts appearing on your lips. Her fingers are stiff and still when you move your hips slightly forward, pushing them more into her hand.

She gulps a little before composing herself and going back to the conversation with Tony. However, you decide to make it more interesting for both of you.

Moving your hand away from your own knee, placing it on her hand and gently pressing it down onto the bulge in your pants.

Her mouth falls slightly open as her eyelids drop a little, covering half her eyesight. You can only assume what she is thinking about. But it was clear to her. The same feeling she got earlier in the day, during the elevator ride, takes over her body again.

It all came back in a single second, you closely pressed against her, your warmth spreading all over her skin, your rough grip and soft whispers.

You see her hand twitch as a light blush covers her face and you smirk even more before replying to Pepper, “I would love to test them as dronguards. I’m sure they’ll be great.”

Purposely keeping the conversation going, you start slowly rubbing Wanda’s hand against the bulge.

When suddenly you feel the Sokovian start rubbing it on her own, you carefully let go of her hand and move yours to her inner thigh.

You leave soft brushes on her skin causing her legs to shiver. Both of you keeping your eyes set on the people you are talking with while your hands are exploring each other.

Running your hand down her thigh, you take your time slipping it under her dress and slightly scrunching the black clothing up. Not stopping, you could see the Sokovian’s nerves raise as her chest rises up and down faster than before.

You slowly dig your fingers into her skin, pressing harder before letting go. You lightly run your fingertips on her thigh before moving them higher.

You keep going until your hand reaches another piece of her clothing. You can feel the lace material against your fingertips before you move down and lightly rub her pussy through her thin piece of underwear.

Her hold on your cock tightens at this and her legs try to close.

But she knows better.

You know it too.

She keeps her legs open and decides to subtly sink her teeth into her bottom lip while she nods at something Tony said to her.

You move your finger up her clothed cunt before bringing in a second finger and pressing a bit harder while going down again.

A small gasp leaves her mouth before she quickly turns it into a light laugh. You continue to brush your fingers up the assistant’s pussy, making sure to occasionally brush her clit. Your enjoyment increases as she tightly grips the edge of the table.

As you move faster, her hand leaves your cock and she quickly takes a hold of your thigh, harshly digging her nails into it.

Pepper looks over at the red head, tilting her head before asking, “Dear, are you okay? You look flustered.”

Wanda lets out a small cough along with a nod to try and ground her enough to formulate a reply, but you push even harder against her swollen clit. This causes her to suck in a sharp breath before suddenly pushing your hand away and standing up, “Actually, excuse me, but I need to go to the restroom.”

All eyes focus on the assistant walking away, but yours are glued onto her ass as you watch her hips sway.

Tony clears his throat causing your head to snap back in his direction, “Well I think this is a good place to end tonight.”

The three of you begin to say your goodbyes and all pull out your wallets. You and Pepper laugh at Tony even thinking you two would let him pay. After some short back and forth Pepper agrees and thanks you for paying the bill.

Once they exited the restaurant you make your way towards the bathroom searching for your dessert.

Slowly pushing the door, you step inside and smile smugly when you see the redhead.

“I see you listened” Your voice spreading throughout the room, making the woman raise her head and look at you through the mirror.

You lean back against the door and drum your fingers on it. Her green eyes focusing on you as her movements slow down, “A short black dress,” you continue while reaching your hand for the handle and locking the door before taking a step towards the red head, “And tight as well.”

You move closer and stop right behind her. Your hand gently lands on her ass while using the other to brush her hair behind her ear, “Showing all the nice things.”

A shiver runs down her spine as your warm breath reaches her skin. You caress her ass while kissing her ear and nibbling on her earlobe.

Moving her hair over one of her shoulders, you go down to her neck and start sucking on it, “Now that’s a good girl.”

You bite her neck and pull a little before letting go. Your hand turns her around then wraps your hand around her neck. You inch your face closer to hers while moving your other hand up her leg and raising her dress.

“You were a dirty little slut back there,” her breathing hitches before a small whimper sounds through her throat at your words, “couldn’t help yourself. I bet you would’ve been happy if I would have bent you over that table and fucked you in front of everybody, huh?”

Her mouth falls open as she moans. Your hand moves up higher and finally arrives at the place where she has been wishing for the whole night.

“A pathetic whore” you seeth out before harshly pulling on her bottom lip.

Wanda’s knees weaken at your actions, even more when your hand presses tightly against her core. A gasp escapes her lips before a louder moan follows.

Your straight face moves into a smirk as you notice her knees shaking. Moving your hand away from her cunt and onto her shoulder as you push her onto her knees, “I want to see your mouth be as skilled as it was during dinner.”

As the assistant drops to the tile floor, grunting, you grab onto her chin, holding tightly, while roughly unbuckling your belt, “Hush. We can’t let anyone know that you’re being used.”

The moan coming from Wanda is muffled by her face pushed up against your pants. Running your fingers through her red hair before getting caught in tangles. Wanda rolls her eyes and an idea pops into your mind. Bringing your hand back up and purposely tangling your fingers in her hair before pulling downwards.

“Get to work, slut.”

The assistant moves quickly to unzip your pants and release the hard cock from your tight boxers. She hurriedly starts to suck on the tip.

Unsatisfied with your view, you push her head further down. Her green eyes immediately look up at you as she continues to suck.

“There’s a good girl. Keep going, I know you can’t wait to have it on your face.” You say with a mischievous tone creating a deep moan from the kneeling woman.

Dragging her teeth along your cock before biting right at the tip. Pulling your hand down and yanking her hair forcing her face into your view. You hold onto her chin before giving her a stern glare, “Don’t be a brat.”

A small smirk crosses the woman’s face before she slowly moves away from your hold then wrapping her lips tightly. Your hand finds the back of her head and pushes down, shoving the complete length into her mouth. Wanda’s eyes gloss over as she chokes around your dick.

Keeping her down as you begin to push your hips up. The red head quickly places her hands against your thighs as she squeezes and balances herself.

Bobbing her head up and down, occasionally tilting her head to wet new spots.

Suddenly, you hear the door shake and the woman below you shifts nervously. You hold onto her head and push her down again. Pushing so far that her nose brushes your button-up.

Seeing Wanda pressed up against you fills you with lust.

You hold onto her, tangling your fingers in her hair, slamming your hips forwards. Thrusting a few times just hear her choking around your cock. Until finally releasing into her mouth.

You pull your dick out of her mouth as she stays on her knees, her eyes focus on yours.

“Swallow.” She does as she is told, not breaking eye contact. You move your hand to her mouth and wipe the corner of her lips before pressing your finger against them.

She slowly puts your finger in her mouth and wraps her lips around it, then she moves down the length of it, taking everything and swallowing again. “Such a good little whore.” Lust fills her eyes even more. You can see how much she wants it.

Grabbing her chin, you pull her up. She gasps slightly when your hand slides down to her neck. “Since you were pretty brave at the table, let’s see how long you can keep it up.” You feel the woman gulping under your hand as you smirk. Her eyes widen and you can see her body shaking with anticipation.

You lift her on the sink, after you pull her dress up and get rid of her underwear. Immediately spreading her legs wide, she moans softly when you move your fingers through her folds. “Already so fucking wet.”

Taking them away from her pussy, you place them in your mouth before groaning, “I knew skipping the dessert would be a good idea.”

Her eyes are locked on your face, it seems like she is in a trance. Leaning down, you use your hands to spread her folds before using your tongue to take a slow and long lick up her cunt.

The red head whines at your teasing as you take your time circling her clit, “Please, I’ll be good.” You hear her saying, the tone just above a whisper.

You lick her bundle of nerves a few more times, “Yeah? You’ll be a good girl for Daddy?” You ask as you move away a bit.

“Yes, I swear. Please,” more pleas spill from her mouth as the tip of your tongue moves to her entrance and slowly lap at it, “Please.”

A flash of evil passes through your mind, you slide your hands down her thighs and stop right before the place she wants them at. Your fingers wander teasingly all around her cunt while you give her one last lick and start moving your head backwards.

A disapproving whine passes her lips and her hands look for your head, “No.”

As soon as you feel her touch, your head shoots up. A dangerous look in your eyes directing right at her as you slap her pussy.

“Stop being a whiny little bitch. You’ll get fucked when you deserve it, and it doesn’t look like it now.”

She looks at you pleadingly, “Daddy-” her sentence cuts off with a whimper when you deliver another slap.

“Even whores have manners and you didn’t show much of that at the table.” The look on her face is everything you need to let you know what is going through her head. She wants to pull you closer so badly, but she knows better than that.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I swear, just please.”

You let your fingers travel all over her skin, allowing them to just lightly brush it. Her hips twitch when your feather-like touch reaches her clit.

For her, it feels like hours. You know she is fighting against herself. The way she bites her lip not to make any sounds, her grip on the countertop that turns her knuckles white, how she tries to keep her hips in one place and not move at all.

A light chuckle leaves your mouth, “You would do anything just to get fucked, huh?” you move your mouth to her ear and whisper, “You really are just a whore and nothing more.”

A small moan sounds through her sealed lips as her eyes close. Your breath fanning over her ear, sending shivers down her spine at the closeness. “How far would you go just to have me in you, Princess?”

Your fingers keep slowly wandering all over her cunt, playing with her clit and teasing her entrance. A smirk creps up on your face when you hear a whimper. “So deep that I'd make your eyes roll to the back of this empty little head.”

Her grip tightens at your words, it is like torture for her, the way you touch her, the proximity you are in, how you speak to her, what you say to her.

It makes her mind go wild. She can’t do anything if she wants you to do all the things she knows you will.

Her reactions and self restraints are like words written all over her skin. As you find yourself pleased with the position you’ve put her in you decide to give her what she wants as you hear how desperate she is.

A moan passes her lips when you push your tongue inside her. Pulling out and pushing in again deeper. The red head throws her head back as she bites her lip before exhaling loudly. Your slow pace seemingly only teases the woman further.

The assistant’s pathetic reaction to your pace only incites your desire to fuck her harder.

Grabbing her thighs and digging your short nails into her skin before pulling away ever so slightly then biting onto her lips.

A loud groan sounds through the small restaurant bathroom so you lick up her cunt, “If you get any louder then you’re going to have people knocking on this door to watch the show. I can always unlock the door,” you move up and nip at her clit, “would you like that?”

Wanda’s eyes squeeze shut as she bites down harder on her lip, giving you a silent answer. Smirking to yourself as the realization hits you that she really is only your plaything.

A burst of energy flows through you as you begin to lick, suck, and bite in all of the right places leading the red head right to her orgasm.

Curling forward, Wanda digs her nails into your shoulders and tries to lock her legs around your neck trying to brace herself for the tidal wave of pleasure she’s about to feel. You keep her legs far apart, but her nails cause a groan from you right into her pussy.

The vibration causes the assistant to see stars as she cums. Her entire body tenses as she holds onto you. Your tongue continues to push and lick around inside her letting her ride out her orgasm.

She breathes out again and you slow your movements before stopping. Raising your head to lock your eyes with your eyebrow raised, “Tell me what you did wrong.”

Shock evident all over Wanda’s face at your words, stumbling over her words, “i- uh- well-”

You grab onto her face and repeat yourself, squeezing your fingers together, “Tell me what you did wrong.”

Blinking fast and breathing harshly, she struggles to find the answer to your question with the other million thoughts in her mind.

After waiting a few seconds you decide to take her down from the counter. Turning her around to bend her over the counter before delivering two hard slaps to her ass.

“Do you have your answer yet?” You say with a sickening sweet tone.

Gently running your fingers through her hair before balling up your fist and yanking her hair back. Lowering your head til your mouth reaches her ear, “Did you forget your rules?”

Her eyes widen at your question before apologies fall from her lips, “Daddy, I’m so sorry. It won’t ever happen again. Daddy, please, I’m sorry.”

Letting go of her hair to move your hand around her neck and making her stand up.

“You claim to be a good girl, but you aren’t showing me that well,” you start moving the two of you away from the counter, “But I can see it in you.” You turn Wanda around and push her back into the wall. “However, since you forgot to ask to cum,” you lean over to unlock the door, “this artwork will be seen by whoever is lucky enough.”

You see a flash of panic in the red head’s eyes. “Maybe in front of people you’ll want to show them how good of a little fuck toy you are for me.”

You grab onto the woman’s legs and spread them farther apart before you hold onto your dick and brush it against her folds.

The Sokovian’s hips move slightly forward, but she stops herself, knowing that you can take everything away from her again.

“Already doing better, huh? Does it make you excited that others can see?” you move the tip of your dick and push hard against her clit.

A breathy moan leaves the woman’s lips. “I- I-” her eyes close and her mouth falls open at the feeling. She can't find any words to speak to you.

Backing away a little, “Is that what it is about? You want people to know what kind of slut you are for me?” you slap her pussy before tightly gripping her leg and lining your dick up with her entrance.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make you scream my name so loud that your dream will come true.” You whisper in her ear.

“Oh my God! Fuck, Daddy!” The woman screams as you roughly push inside her.

The bathroom fills with a choked moan that sounds through Wanda’s throat. Her hand immediately flies to your shoulder to steady herself.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time? My dick so deep in you that you don’t even know where it ends and you begin.” You dig your fingers deeper into her leg as her mouth hangs open.

Her mind is focusing only on the pleasure you are giving her and how well you are doing this. “Yes! Yes, Daddy, fuck! I just want you in me.”

“You’re just a little fucktoy.”

As your thrusts become harder, you move your hand under her knee before lifting the red head’s leg up, “Oh, God! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” A loud scream just spurs you on.

Getting your hips closer to her, you start pushing deeper. The look on her face is pure bliss and it just makes you want to fuck her more. “You’d keep my dick in you forever if you could, huh?”

Lifting your other hand, you wrap it around her neck and squeeze while sucking and biting on her skin. “You just want it in your needy holes.” Raising your head, you press the woman against the wall by her neck even more.

Wanda fists the front of your shirt as she digs her nails into your shoulder. Choked cries spill from her mouth at your hard and deep thrusts as her eyes remain on yours. “This tight little pussy is taking me so well.” you say lowly, speeding up your movements.

Pleasure floods over the assistant body as she begins to shake. Your hips slamming into her own and she knows nothing can be deeper inside her.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, please, Daddy!” The words flow out of her mouth faster than anything else.

You stiffen your hold on her neck and squeeze. “Don’t you dare. You’re gonna take everything I give you just like you did.” The pressure you apply on her throat doesn’t help with holding her orgasm back.

“Daddy-” She cuts herself off with a loud cry as you slam into her with vigor. “Please, I’ll be good for you, please, just let me.”

Moving her leg closer to her body, you start hitting at a new angle. “Fuck! Please, please, please. Daddy-”

“Do you know what you did wrong now?” You asked with a sweet smile on your face as Wanda’s eyes were opening and closing. “Will you be a good little whore that listens to what I say?”

“Yes! I will, please.” The mix of your words and stimulation causes an all too familiar tightening in her. Careful to not break the same rule twice, she breathes in sharply before asking, “Daddy, please, please, can I cum?”

You inch your face closer to hers and whisper against her lips. “Cum on my dick, slut.”

Hearing you calling her this, Wanda cums hard with the help of a couple of harsher thrusts and a squeeze to her neck.

Her heavy breathing hits your face as she tries to calm it down. “Fuck.” she exhales, leaning her head back against the wall.

You pull out of her, causing a small whine to escape her mouth, and drop her legs. The woman steadies herself on her feet as you pull up your pants and fix your belt. “I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson,” you squeeze her neck hard before adding “and if not, I’m happy to remind you.”

The woman gulps slightly before nodding. “That’s a good assistant.” You let go of her neck, satisfied with your actions.

The door opens causing the assistant to scurry to push her dress all the way down, blushing as she pushes past you to exit the restroom, her head hung down while she holds onto her dress, “excuse me.”

Smiling as you watch Wanda’s ass before looking up and nodding your head, “bathrooms all yours.” Then opening the door and walking out, leaving a stunned woman staring at a left behind piece of black underwear.

#wanda x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader smut #bottom!wanda x top!reader smut #top!reader x bottom!wanda smut #shay writes #fic rec: loqov #BBau

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wandasfifthwife · 2 days

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your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!

a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh

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Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.

It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.

Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.

“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”

“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”

“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”

“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.

You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”

“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”

“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”

A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.

“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.

“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”

“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.

You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.

“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”

Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.

It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.

What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.

You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.

“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”

“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”

He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”

“Saturday, 7PM.”

You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”

“If not, I have you.”

An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”

“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.

The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.

“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.

“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”

“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.

She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.

“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”

“Wanda, I can’t—“

She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.

“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.

“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.

She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.

“Wan—wait.”

She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.

“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.

Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.

“Ah! Wands—you—“

She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.

You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.

“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.

“Like that?”

She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.

“ah! wands please—“

Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.

You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.

“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.

“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.

“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”

“You’re fine, love.”

You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”

She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”

“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.

You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Wanda, he—“

She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.

“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”

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sytoran · 7 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

kinktober day 003 | IW!wife!wanda x gn!reader

you've always loved writing stories since young, but the tale of you and your wife writes itself, and it ends with a sweet happy-ever-after.

cont. soft sex, established relationship, romance + fluff

word count. 1477

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

You’ve always had a thing for writing stories.

From the most devastating tragedies of a sapphic couple in medieval times, to the spiciest of female homoerotic tension during a zombie apocalypse, there were no words beyond the coaxing grasp of your vivid intelligence.

Encompassing was what it was, how the words flowed from the edge of your mindwires to the tips of your fingers, spilling onto page after page of literary beauty. You could get lost in it for days on end, spinning that marionette with a poetic dexterity, making her dance to your stories until her legs could take no more.

It was no secret that writing had been an extraordinary talent of yours, that would later take shape in the path of your future career.

So there you were, sitting at your study desk on a lazy Saturday morning, nimble fingers flying over your keyboard in an intricate dance, each pausable breath, each rush of words that woved into the fabric of your story.

It’s quite picturesque, if you’re being frank; what with freshly brewed coffee in a steaming hot mug that read ‘Pride not Prejudice’ (Yes, there was an overload of rainbows decorating its surface,) and a breathtakingly idyllic view of the morning sky.

Of course, the skyline would never quite compare to the sight of your lady stepping out of the bedroom. The only causation to cease your words.

“Y/N?”

It’s a beautiful calling, tainted with a sleep-dragged croak of the throat. Brown doe eyes slowly blink to meet your gaze, soft feet making tentative contact with smooth marble.

“Hi, sweetheart,” you respond softly, eyes savouring the sight that is your wife in one of your cream Oxford shirts. Wanda's beauty is underlying and unsaid, beyond the boundaries of conventional and beyond your dictionaried words.

Certainly, Wanda has the traits of what define beauty: your shirt on her is partially unbuttoned to tease at a tantalizing cleavage, the hem of the clothing is high enough to show off the expanse of her porcelain legs.

But it's also the way the sunlight falls on Wanda's skin, like she's a descendant of the Gods that crafted the essence of light, like she was made to dance and roam in the beauty of the day.

It's the way the morning glow accidentally highlights her Grecian-sculpted cheekbones, and the way her light-brown freckles casually pop in that light. It's her collarbone scattered with your marks of violet hues, and that fading scar on her right thigh you never fail to kiss.

A sleepy sigh escapes from Wanda’s lips, and she runs a hand through her perfectly dishevelled hair. You don’t have to say anything, only nod your head in the slightest. The rest is second nature: Wanda slides herself into your lap, arms hooking around the back of your neck, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

Perhaps it was second nature, truthfully, because Wanda didn’t need control when she was around you. You were her control, her steadfast pillar, her rising sun. You were a constant in her ever-changing world, always by her side regardless of whatever insurmountable task might be in her way.

You let an imperceptible sigh of content slip through your lips, but you never stop typing for a second. Emotion was difficult for you to convey, paradoxically, considering the amount of feeling you could put into words. In actuality, it was hard for you to laugh carelessly or have an outburst of fury. Your emotion was quiet and unspoken, much like in the present moment.

Wanda, however, seemed to have other plans in mind.

It started off innocent, because you truthfully believed she was just being affectionate and physically in need of human warmth. And maybe it was, as your girlfriend eased into your lap, nuzzling adorably into your comforting scent.

But when Wanda’s hips begin moving unsubtly, breath growing more delicate on to the curve of your neck, you’re sure without a doubt that this is another one of those times Wanda sought a different kind of fulfillment, the kind that lay adjacent to her pretty thighs.

Your hands dance a little faster on the keyboard. Your eyes are still gazing over the top of Wanda’s head, firmly determined to complete this part of the novel you were working on.

“Y/N…” Wanda says, reverently softly, pressing up into the warmth of your bodily heat. “Mhm?” you hum absent-mindedly, tucking your forearms in a little closer to entrap Wanda in your embrace.

You replace a comma with a fullstop just as Wanda shifts uncomfortably in your lap. Your wife’s legs fall open and slides her centre around the muscle of your right thigh. Something rises in your chest at the sensation of bare centre meeting your warm skin.

She cranes her pale neck like a swan, pressing her warm mouth against your neck. You shift imperceptibly, switching a three-letter phrase into a subject-verb concord. When Wanda’s tongue pokes out between her ruby lips, when her sharp teeth scrape over the pulse point of your neck, when her curled hair brushes your exposed skin, an uncontrollable shudder runs through your body.

Backspace. Backspace. Backspace. Your spelling is becoming sloppy, almost like there’s a distraction.

Almost in retaliation, you jerk your knee up, the one that had been situated between Wanda’s thighs, and the mewl that leaves her mouth breaks her porcelain-doll composure. Satisfaction pools in your hips.

Words don’t need to be said between the two of you, as a slight shift in the atmosphere of the dining room sets itself. Wanda’s pants become shallower and quicker, the undulation of her hips speeding up, her legs clenching tighter around your thigh.

Your hands are flying over the keyboard now, your fingers twitching with bridled electricity, having need of some alleviation to express your ever-increasing libido. It’s a wonder how your eyes aren’t yet completely glazed over; yet, they’re moving in mechanical function to type, like you’re clinging on to a fragment of sanity.

Because honestly, remaining sane while your wife let out the most pitiful whines into your ear certainly wasn’t an easy task.

“Y/N,” Wanda cries, finally, emitting a sound as she clutches onto the soft fabric of your collared shirt. You can see, in your peripheral vision, the way Wanda’s face morphs into an expression of pleasure, the lines in nose-bridge forming a scrunch.

Wanda is, without a doubt, the most breathtaking woman you’d ever laid your eyes upon. Reverent devotion bleeds from your mindwires and on to the page, staining it a crimson red as she nears her high.

Your right thigh is moving in sync with each of Wanda’s humps, and she’s chasing that pleasure for all it’s worth: The clenching of your thigh muscles, the harsh jerks of your thigh as she struggles to ride it properly.

Leaning down, your lips caress the shell of your wife’s ear, and from your mouth flows the words that are the final seal of acquiescence.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Just like that, something snaps inside Wanda, and the edge of your brainwaves fray like an old rope. In that moment, you know your words can take a rest.

The movement of your fingers come to a halt. There was an unfinished story before you, the plot unfolding but not quite complete. But with Wanda by your side, she writes your story for you, carves the path towards a bittersweet ending.

She takes the words from the deepest depths of your heart and lets it pour out her mouth, unashamedly, unapologetically, indescribable emotion overflowing from those blossomed lips into her trembling figure, her flushed cheeks.

“Y/N,” Wanda moans, and her sounds raise in pitch when you buck your hips up in a moment of your fractured composure. Her hips grind shamelessly onto the muscle of your thigh, chasing that stimulation.

It’s far from the most intense orgasms you’d brought Wanda to, because she can’t ever reach that level of ecstasy without your prodding fingers or your devil-tongued mouth. Perhaps that’s half of its beauty, though, that the two of you were incomplete without the other.

Wanda curls in your lap as she recovers from her high, enclosed within your forearms and the desk, face buried into your chest to engulf her senses in your scent. There’s sacred solace in the way you tilt your head down to press a fluttering kiss on her neck.

Your word document remains open but unfinished, the coffee in your mug grows cold. Sweet nothings and promised everythings are exchanged between the two of you until the sun has fully risen, hues of amber and gold painting the room.

The only story that mattered was the one before you, the one waiting to be explored.

You’ve had a thing for writing stories since young, and this particular one ends with a happy-ever-after.

this fic is really special to me. i think it's probably some of the best writing i've put out there, so i'd be incredibly grateful if you could give it a reblog ♥

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Sugar, Sugar Part 2

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You, Wanda, and Natasha go over your sugar baby contract and you experience what it's like having the two women please you.

Warning: This contains smut and the following kinks: degradation, praise, thigh riding, daddy kink, mommy kink (I think that's all of them, but let me know if I missed one)

Author's note: I meant to post this last night, but I ended up falling asleep. Anyway here it is now! I decided to add smut, but since this is the trios first time I kept it pretty tame (at least according to my standards its pretty tame lol)

Part 1

After your little date with Natasha and Wanda, you go home with Kate. You climb into bed, surprisingly happy about how today turned out. You never thought being a sugar baby was something you would ever do, but the prospects of being able to afford rent and bills was just too tempting. And it helped that two of the hottest women in the world wanted you. All of your previous reservations about being a sugar baby had practically vanished after your meeting with the women.

You spend your night texting Natasha and Wanda, just getting to know them. You learn about their lives and they learn about yours.

The next morning arrives pretty quickly, and you're excited because you know it means you get to talk to Nat and Wanda some more.

You check your phone and you see that you have two new messages in your newly made groupchat.

Nat: Good morning hon! Text us when you're up, we wanted to meet today and draft up a contract.

Wanda: And have a good day! Talk to you soon baby!

The messages bring a smile to your face, and you quickly text the two women, telling them you can meet them whenever. They decide to pick you up at 1 and to bring you to their home to have this conversation.

The two women arrive at your apartment promptly at 1pm, just like they said they would. Natasha is in the driver's seat, while Wanda is in the drivers seat. Wanda get out when she notices you approaching so that she can open your door.

"Thanks Wanda," you say, blushing over the fact that this beautiful woman is opening the door for you.

"You're welcome darling," she says back. She makes sure that you're buckled before she climbs back into her seat. Once she's situated Natasha takes off to their house.

The three of you converse the throughout the whole drive. You talk about your school, your friends, their work, and more. Pretty soon Natasha is pulling up to a gated driveway and punching in a code. The gate retracts and lets the car in.

As the car pulls into the driveway, your mouth drops open. You knew the two of them were rich, but you didn't realize just how rich they are. Their house is massive, with it's pool and basketball court and tennis court. From the looks of it, the house has everything you could ever need.

"You might want to close your mouth baby," Natasha says with a smile, glancing back at you in her rearview mirror.

"Sorry," you say. You glance down at your lap, hoping to avoid eye contact with either of the women.

"You don't have to apologize baby, she's just teasing. Aren't you Natty?"

Natasha nods in agreement before saying, "You're just so cute when you're embarrassed honey." Natasha throws the car into park and walks around to open the door for you this time. A blush is gracing your face, and you think in the presence of these two, it's never going to go away. She helps you out the car and leads you into the house, with Wanda right behind the two of you. Wanda goes right, while you and Natasha goes left, where she leads you to a home office.

You sit down in a chair while Natasha sits in the one of the left of you.

"Where'd Wanda go?"

"She just went to get some drinks," Natasha says. "She'll be here soon." As soon as those words left Natasha's mouth, in walks Wanda carrying three bottles of water, a laptop, and a stack of papers. She gives one set of papers and water to you and one to Tasha, leaving one for herself.

Wanda sits down on the seat to your right and then she starts talking.

"I know this can be a lot to take in," Wanda says. "But we just wanted to go over everything and make sure you understand what you're getting yourself into. And if you decide to change your mind, you can back out at any time," Wanda assures you.

“Ok so what’s first?”

“First we wanted to talk about what we’re expecting and maybe tweak some things if we need to,” Natasha says. “The paper we gave you is just an example of a contract and what ours could look like.”

“We’re looking for someone to go to events with us when the other can’t go and to keep us company whenever we want. Are those things you’re okay with sweetheart?” Natasha asks you.

“Yes I’m fine with all of that,” you say. “I’d be more than happy to spend time with the two of you,” you say rather flirtatiously.

“Look who’s getting all courageous now,” Wanda lightly teases.

“I guess the two of you are just rubbing off on me.”

“Mhm,” the woman says, agreeing with you. She eyes you up and down, and you can see her pupils dilating, but the look in her eyes disappears just as quickly as it appeared.

“What’s next?”

“So allowance. We were thinking $2000 a week. Is that enough?” Wanda asks.

Your mouth drops open.

“What is something wrong? Do you need more?” Natasha asks, noticing your shocked expression.

“No! That’s more than enough,” you assure her. “I’m just not used to that much money,” you explain.

"It's no problem baby, you deserve it." Natasha's words bring a smile to your face.

"Next thing we need to discuss is sex, we can put off this conversation until later or we can have it now, whatever you want baby," Wanda says.

"We can talk about it now," you say, a shy smile gracing your face. Even though you were experienced in the bedroom, the topic still made you embarrassed.

"So you know that we're both doms, and I'm guessing based off of that cute, little smile and blush on your face, you're a sub?" Natasha asks. You nod your head in conformation.

And do you know about the traffic light system?"

"Yes, I've used it before."

"Okay good. If you ever need to safe word for any reason whatsoever, just say red and everything stops. We promise we won't be mad," Wanda says.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that, you two," you say.

"You don't have to thank us honey. We're just doing what all doms should do," Natasha says. Her words give you a sense of comfort. You had never been with someone who cared about your wellbeing like the two of these women did. And the crazy thing is, you had just met these women, but you still felt safe with them.

“And aftercare. What do you like?”

“Cuddles, baths or showers, cuddly naps,” you say.

"Okay that’s actually perfect, that’s what we like too. And now we just need to go over some kinks, and you can just tell us if you like them or not, okay sweetheart?" Wanda asks.

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Bondage?"

"Yes."

"Spanking?"

"Yes."

"Praise?"

"Yes."

"Choking?"

"Yes."

"You're a dirty little thing, aren't you baby? It'd probably be easier for us to just ask what you aren't into huh?" Wanda teases you.

"Yeah, unless you'd like to be here all day," you say.

"I'd have no objections to that," Natasha says, making you giggle. "So what aren't you into baby?"

"Blood, scat, feet, extreme pain, ummm," you say, trying to think of more. "I think that's it, or it's all I can think of right now."

"I knew you'd be a dirty little thing," Wanda tells you.

"How do you feel about calling Wanda mommy and me daddy?" Natasha asks, slightly changing the subject.

"I'd really like that," you say. You can already feel your pussy starting to drip just talking about all of these kinks, and your neediness is starting to get to you.

"It looks like you really like that princess," Wanda says, her eyes trained on your lap, where you had been trying to subtly adjust yourself, trying to relieve the pressure in your core.

A whine is the only thing that leaves your lips, and it surprises the two women.

"Sounds like you need some help baby," Natasha says.

"Please," you beg.

Natasha gets up from her chair and goes to stand behind you. She leans down, her lips lightly grazing you ear. "Are you sure baby? I know we said we'd ease you into this, and if you don't want to do anything sexual right now we don't have to," Natasha says, wanting to make sure you're alright.

"I'm sure, please touch me, I need you," you beg both of the women. Before the words had barely left your mouth you're being attacked by two sets of lips and hands. Wanda pulls you onto her lap, she lifts your skirt up a bit, adjusting you so that your panty covered mound is against her thigh.

Wanda's lips attach to the side of your neck while Natasha moves to stand behind the two of you, so that you are face to face with her. She tilts your head up so you can look at her. She presses her lips to yours and her kiss is surprisingly gentle.

Wanda's hand go to your hips, adjusting you so that you're straddling one of her thighs. Her detaches her lips from your neck so she can speak to you.

"Be a good little slut and ride mommy's thigh, baby," the woman says to you. You moan into Natasha's mouth, as she continues to kiss you while you start to slowly grind your hips.

"Come on baby. I know you can do better than that," Natasha says, encouraging you. You start to grind harder on Wanda's thigh, while Natasha's left hand makes it's way to your hair. She threads her fingers through your hair and tilts you head up. Wanda's hands stay on your hips, pushing you down onto her.

"Daddy knows you can go faster than that. Don't make me punish you," Natasha warns. Your hips speed up, your clit bumping against Wanda's thigh with every thrust. You can feel your high quickly approaching, your senses just so overwhelmed by the two women. Natasha's hand slips from your hair to your chest, her hand slipping underneath your shirt and bra, so she can pinch your nipples. The feeling almost sends you over the edge.

"Please, please, please," you beg, the need to cum approaching. The women's touches are overstimulating, it's like you can feel them everywhere.

"Use your words sweetheart. What's my little slut want?" Wanda says.

"Please mommy, please daddy, let me cum," you beg, your thrusts starting to get sloppy as you start to lose control over yourself.

"Cum for us baby," one of the women say, although you're not sure which one it is, too caught up in your pleasure to notice.

Your loud moans fill up the room as you cum all over Wanda's thigh, your panties becoming soaked and sticky as your cum leaks out of your pussy and into them.

"You did such a good job baby," Wanda says. She moves you so that your arms are wrapped around her neck and she presses gentle kisses to your face.

"You're such a good girl, doing everything we asked so perfectly," Natasha praises. The praise makes you cling onto Wanda more, making you more needy than you already are, but the two women don't mind. 'Do you wanna go shower sweetheart?"

"But what about you two?" you ask, referencing the fact that neither woman came.

"This was just about you baby. You can help us out some other time," Wanda says.

"Then can I take a bath please?"

"Of course angel, anything for you," Natasha says.

The three of you make your way to the bathroom, passing through what you think is Natasha and Wanda’s bedroom to get there. Natasha grabbing soap and a wash cloth for you while Wanda makes the bath for you.

"Bubbles or no bubbles?"

"Bubbles please," you say. Wanda grabs her favorite bubble bath and pours some into the tub for you. Soon the tub is filled up and the two women go to leave when you stop them.

"Can you join me please? Unless you don't want to, which is fine," you say quickly, your voice trailing off at the end.

"Of course we'll join you honey," Natasha says. Pretty soon the three of you are sitting in the massive tub, bubbles surrounding the three of you. You’re cuddled in between the two women, while they both bath you.

“Okay are you right to get out now?” Wanda asks. You nod yes and let the two women help you out. They dry you off and give you some of their own clothes to wear.

“Thank you,” you tell the two women once you were dressed, sleepiness lacing your voice.

“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Wanda says, leaving a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Of course, honey,” Natasha says, gently kissing your cheek. “Do you need a nap baby?”

“Yes please,” you say. Hearing you say yes please melts the two women’s hearts, not that they would tell you that though.

The two women take you to their room and lay you gently in the bed. They crawl in too, surrounding you on both sides.

“Go to sleep honey. We’ll be here when you wake up,” Wanda says. The two women leave kisses on your head while you cuddle into them, eventually drifting off.

Once you’re asleep the two women share a look and they both know what the other is thinking. They like you a lot, way more than they’ve ever liked a sugar baby before, and they don’t know what it means yet. But they will gladly find out.

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darkdemeter · 30 days

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WORST FUR WEATHER PHASES COLLECTION #1/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

| A/N | DISCRETION |

Take a seat, we're learning a little bit more of (headcanon) mcu werewolf anatomy and biology.

PORN + PLOT / SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — monster fucking — sex pollen — unprotected sex — knotting — breeding kink — marking — profanity — oral (fem receive) — implication of ovulation — maybe slight excessive cum? — pet name "little lamb" — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

Imagine being exposed to a sex pollen. You track and reunite with Wanda at the apartment as the rain begins to fall...

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I. A beast that ravishes the lamb is often depicted as a monster. In humanity’s original and adapted stories, oftentimes, the wolf is the culprit. In its hunger and greed for food, the wolf preys upon what can’t defend itself. Because of this, it’s branded as a monster.

But what if the wolf doesn’t ravish for the greed of food, but for the hunger of companionship?

The rain pelts harder now, your fur drenched, slick with the droplets that now run rivulets down the curvature of your muscles. Your tail swishes from side to side in your hungering curiosity, the power in your haunches holds you atop the balcony’s railing.

Your head is bowed and turned to your side before it raises up, nose twitching in resistance to the raindrops trying to hinder the alluring scent in the air, coming from inside the apartment. Her body is sudden to flinch, the muscles and nerves twitching in a response to fight or flight when your head moves; turning your gaze inward to the apartment.

Wanda stares with her mouth agape, the way your amber eyes beam hotly against the glass, reflective orbs dancing over the wide window panel as you tilt your head slightly.

Her eyes travel downwards, following the flowing river that leaves you soaking wet. A flutter takes over her stomach then. The way your eyes search through the glass pane, she wonders if you’re able to see her completely or if you only take notice of your own reflection. To test her theory, she moves slowly, her body shifts around one of the couches.

Your head ever so slightly follows along with her. You can see her.

Your eyes analyse her through the barrier between you both. The dark stockings that hug her legs tight, to the point that the exposed skin at the top of her thighs is only visible by an inch, before the rest is hidden beneath her scarlet dress. In your wolf mind, you’re left to the primal beauty of your unsatiated fantasies. And that red dress and those stockings - amongst other things - were making the wait worse for you. Tortuously so.

With a husk-drawn growl, your muzzle wrinkles to bare your elongated teeth, the heat of your body only increases as she nears closer to the glass.

One powerful leg stoops down off the ledge, muscles flexing, the pads of your pawed feet scuffing against the balcony’s floor. Wanda’s eyes watch with an infectious amount of intent and delight, her chest rises and forces her breasts to push up with a deep breath.

Seeing her lungs deflate, you can read her sigh of relief.

“I thought… I thought I’d lost you,” she says behind the glass, pressing a hand up, reaching out for you. Your other leg moves down and you stalk forward, the rain that ran down your form follows you in a wet trail.

“But you’re here,” she gasps, “you’re alive.”

An obscurity paints itself on the glassy surface when your hot breath hits it, misting over the outline of her hand.

She notices how your fiery eyes rake up and down her form and she’s reminded of what toxic chemical attacks your system. The mound juncture between your powerful, muscular thighs also proves just how far along since it’s invaded your body.

But strangely enough, you appear… calm. It brings a cause of curiosity, your calmness, and Wanda tilts her head to the left slightly and leaves the curve of her neck exposed.

That’s when she sees that composure leave you at the drop of a hat. The formation of your browline scrunches and your muzzle wrinkles into a snarl, you snap your jaws with a growl at the glass, your claws hatch aggressive lines into the window’s surface. She’s taken aback and stumbles, backing away from the window a few steps.

When she looks again, between your legs at the pitifully aroused location, her breath becomes light and short lived in her lungs, a slickness pools between her thighs, threatening to drool and seep out from her panties. Wanda’s often fantasised about you fucking her raw and hard until she cannot take it any longer many times - in your human form - but now, all she can conjure in her mind is the desirable idea of having you take her like this.

And the way your eyes linger on her form in hunger does little to ease her own for you. She hears the muffled tone of your guttural purr, "Let me in, little Lamb..."

Would it be wise to feed the wolf? For Wanda, assuredly so, if the rumour was to be believed. And if tonight had any meaning behind it, it would only articulate what she’s about to do is unwise. Through the tunnel of your throat, a whine escapes you, ears folded flat. She bears witness to your suffering in turmoil because of the pollen that drives you to the very edge of pure, unbridled instinct.

An instinct she is more than willing to satisfy. It will mean only one thing at the end of the night. A confession. The truth.

The bent line centering your canine forehead moves, the brow ridges rising as your eyes stalk her every move, taking into account every minute shift of her breasts straining against the bust of her dress. That dress that caught the attention of a few strangers in particular, unfamiliar scents tainted by their betraying aroma, giving you a not-so-pleasant glimpse into their intentions with her.

Her hands move to the handle and with a click that between you two, the whole of New York could’ve heard, she slides the balcony door open. In doing so, she invites inside something akin to a monster. Feared as one. Not only that, but the intrusive waterfall of rain, the once ballet of weather pitter pattering softly now brings to life just how cold and unfair the weather had been on your fur.

She lets her still heeled feet carry her backwards, slowly chased inside by your towering frame that looms through the doorway as a blackened shadow. The burning amber ever so prominent and hungry in their hunting gaze.

Between the shaggy carpet and the wooden floorboards, the wet trail paints your every step, evidently giving away how you prowl towards her slowly.

She summons your name on the tip of her tongue that moves to bounce over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, red stained lips moving in their pronunciation. A sharpened snarl recoils in the back of your throat like a plucked musical chord. You all but lunge at her until her palms meet the drenched surface of your front, relishing momentarily in the still burning heat she can feel. It’s like your body never understood the idea of going cold.

The back of her thighs meet against the arm of the couch, knocking her backwards, a breathless gasp is the only noise she’s capable of.

Before, your movements had been slow. Methodical and calculating. But now that you were inside, you had your prey in your grasp now. Already your teeth, each one a blade of its own accord, snatches hold of the black laced thong Wanda wore, a sneaky little detail that had no place being in your way.

She says your name, voice far more carrying the airiness of breathless haste, “C-calm down, I’m not going anywh–ahh!”

The hot pillar of your tongue laps her soaking folds, tasting the bare minimum of her sweet, alluring nectar. “S–sl-slow down!” she squeaks only for it to falter into a low moan, her hips rising up to meet the next deep lashing of your tongue, roughly rubbing over her delicate pearl.

She mutters a string of curses under her breath, each one followed by a gulp of breath, hands just out of reach from her position to clutch hold of the thick mane of fur.

All the while, she endures the pleasures of her cunt being savagely pleasured beyond what she originally thought possible. Her hands run through her own hair, fingers snagging the locks of hair until the roots ached and stung with each pull.

And this is before your tongue breaks through her folds. And when you finally do, she drowns in the sensation of her climax already, lingering just there, right on the verge of deliverance; but you’d only just started. She can’t lose it now. So she holds it back to get her fix of this bliss.

The obscene noises that reside between her thighs is cause for the deep, scarlet flush to paint beneath her skin, teeth embedded into her bottom teeth until she can taste the tartness of blood.

“Right there!” she cries out, hips jerking forward, “Ahh! Right… there…”

She cannot know for sure if you’re listening to her. Even if you’re not, you seem to be on the same wavelength given that your tongue continues to flick back and forth, hunger driving you to lap at that one spot that has her writhing and squirming. To keep her from getting too carried away, with a hoarse growl that sends a rattling shiver to creep through her searing core, your clawed hands wrench her legs apart and pin them to a still.

Her orgasm builds into a heavy snowball but she refrains from letting it go. Not yet. Just a little longer. She needs you between her legs, just like this, for a little bit longer. She whines you name, lightly pitched as the wet surface of your nose nuzzles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to really get her off.

Never have you both been together like this before, but it’s like you know what to do to her. Like this is the usual at the end of a long day, the two of you enjoying the pleasurable company of one another.

“Please… Please!” she mewls softly, tears brimming her waterline with uncontrollable heat. You growl again and her hips buck, your tongue delves further into her, however that is possible, you reach that spot that has her on the edge, clinging on tightly. She moans louder this time, a chorus of strung breaths working air into her lungs to keep her alive.

You groan in protest when her body locks up right as you feel her body momentarily relax, ready and pliant to give you that sweet release you both crave.

“Cum, little Lamb.” The command is answered instantaneously. She exhales sharply, whimpering at the intense wave of her orgasm, flooding your mouth with her arousal. Greedily, you lap every single drop she gives, the tears now free slide down her temples and into her hairline, plump lips parted with her erotic sighs and songs. All her muscles are frozen, her skin is riddled in the shocking heat that combats the wet smears of your drenched fur painting her exposed, quivering legs. “Y-Y/N?” she swallows thickly. She drowns beneath your black shadow, eyes wide and pupils blown wide, admiring the sight before her. Your large head resurfaces, the long, pink tendril of your tongue cleans the gums and teeth slick with the thicket of her juices.

Lying to herself at that moment is impossible. Sinful. She’s been missing out on so much because of her fear that you’d reject her. All it’s taken now to let the bottle of repressed desire and longing is a drug that courses through your veins like a river, poisoning your rational mind with the beast’s feverish needs.

Your eyes - your attention - lays with her gaze until it’s stolen away. Nose twitching and ears pricking with interest, your eyes trail down between her thighs, a rumble echoing in the chamber of your chest thoughtfully. Two, long and clawed digits lift, and those razors could terrify anyone; even Wanda. But you’re gentle. You spread her folds wide open, the warmth of your breath coats her pussy, clit once again coming to life with need.

A final, slow swipe of your tongue, you collect the last remnants of her juices and let your eyes lock with hers, you make sure she watches you gulp it down. She tastes exquisite. Divine. In season.

She’s seen that look in your eyes only once before. You’d seen a girl who struck your fancy. Cute nose, beautiful, long curly hair that was a reddish brown, sweet and enticing like a lamb for the slaughter. Wanda never wanted to admit it, but seeing you chase that girl into the crowd a year ago made her heart ache, her stomach clench and anger seethe. Many of her fellow friends had to advise her against using her magic on the girl, that you were not hers.

Only around a month later you’d dropped the news that the girl wasn’t interested in you after she found out what you were. Wanda had been ecstatic only for it to turn into guilt, seeing how the low blow had hit you.

She promised herself that she’d confess her feelings to you when she was ready. Then the rumours happened. She comes back from her reverie to be smothered by that look. Now it’s turned on her. She is the one bathed by that wolf’s smoulder.

Your muzzle wrinkles up, snarling, “Take it off.”

Her eyes lower to her dress as if inspecting it for the first time that evening, despite having all but flaunted it in front of you, almost teasing you with that wicked glint in her bright green eyes, asking ‘How do I look?’.

“The dress?” she asks. Your head brushes against her, teeth tugging at the fabric to drag it down her shoulder.“Off.”

You needed her now. Time is tickling as she works to pry her dress off her body, you growl when she takes a few extra seconds too long, you snatch hold and rip her bra off just as she flings the dress to the couch’s side. She yelps in surprise as the lacy black accessory is naught but a meshy piece of material between your teeth.

You huff, now satisfied and you tug her closer.

“W-what are you doing?” she stutters, looking over her shoulder when you turn and pin her stomach over the couch arm. She drawls your name when you don’t answer her either verbally, physically, your actions are confusing.

“Getting this shit out of my fucking system.” Wanda tasted heavenly, there’s no doubt that you enjoyed it, but it isn’t enough. It only triggered the pollen more and tasting the sweetness of her cycle that still lingers on your tongue, you’re hellbent on filling her with your pups. And if you don’t commit to it now, your wolf sure will, and that is an unchained massacre waiting to happen.

Wanda feels the breath in her lungs vanish as you wrench her legs apart for your leisure, the glistening of her swollen sex an alluring, intoxicating sight to behold, you groan deeply. Your tongue mocks the action of kissing along her shoulder and back, properly lining yourself up behind her with your hands encircled around her hips, your prominently aroused mound pushed flush against her. Her head falls forward with a low sigh.

Her core awaits, she shivers with anticipation, she moans softly into the air as a husky growl sounds right beside her ear, “I want your pups…”

With the final adjustments, you’re lined up and you rut your hips forward. Behind every thrust, she feels the raw intensity of power. A rasped, low howl emits from you. Her lips fall wide and apart, a scream is strangled in her throat.

“You can take it.”

“Y–ou’re just… s-so…,” she pants. Your lips stretch into a wolfish smirk.

“So what, little Lamb?”

She moans lowly as you continue to ruthlessly pound into her from your mounted stance. “F–uck!”

Your hips stutter out of instinct, railing into Wanda without a second thought. She makes a small noise, a whiney sound that you take as encouragement to keep going. With a more than glad huff, you rut your hips back and forth harder, angling her that little bit more and her back arches like a cat, mewling and begging.

“Yes! Y–es! Right there, oh shit, don’t stop!”

You weren’t planning to any time soon. Not when your fucking into her tiny cunt. Your voice is shredded between animalistic and human, engrossed with the woman beneath you who said it clear as day: she wants your pups. You can picture it now, her womb swollen with your growing offspring, how beautiful she’d be glowing, you groan particularly louder than before as she sneaks a hand behind her and tugs at the fur of your neck.

“Don’t pull away… don’t—”

“I’m fucking knotting you. We’re not– fuck! Parting for a–while…”

You feel that coil of arousal build up, your release stirring in the bowels of your core whilst Wanda succumbs to the second deliverance of her next release, she chases it relentlessly, as do you, to feel her finally after all this time. Your thrusts grow heavier, much faster than your set pace before as the climax of your orgasms becomes a prominent factor of when.

“I’m close,” hiccups, “I-I’m gonna… gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, Lamb. W-wanna feel you…”

“I’m there! I’m there—!”

One hand releases her to grasp the couch, claws tearing and rendering the furniture into ruin, she pleads for you to go harder. Faster. To fuck her raw until she’s swollen with your pups.

“Yeah? You want to mother my pups?” you husk and she nods like an eager bitch in heat. “I’ll breed you over and over again— sh-shit…”

She screams your name, shrill and blissed out, she meets against the strength of your rutting hips that slam into her with wild drive.

Your teeth bare over the soft dew of her milky skin, she whimpers a soft, “Yes…”

Sinking your teeth into the curve between her shoulder and neck, she moans as she rides out her high, lulled by your rhythmical thrusts.

The beating of your hearts syncs, she can hear the blood and pollen rush through your body, feel the burning heat of your body transfer over to her and seep into her skin laced with sweat.

It hits you suddenly and you slam your hips forward, spurting your seething load into her tight cunt that robs you, the base of your mound inflating, locking you inside her pulsing pussy.

“T-too much! There’s… there’s too much…”

The load of your orgasm fills her, slightly bloating her fertile womb until she could have fooled you she was already pregnant.

“A–ahh! What… what was that?” she asks. You can hear the grit in her confused words. “The knot,” you answer beneath a deep chuckle, slowing your thrusts until you’re grinding slowly into her.

From the way you purr, low in content, she figures that you both will be sharing this moment for quite some time until the knot deflates. Pulling her lip between her teeth, she bites the bullet with a deep breath.

“Are the rumours true?”

She hears nothing but she feel something. Gone is the warm, silky and rain drenched fur, replaced by skin. Your lips that she finds difficult to ignore whenever you’re so much in the same room as her, incapable of keeping her eyes from trailing down to them. They caress her skin delicately.

“Rumours?” She can hear the test in your tone of voice. She huffs quietly.

“That you have a thing for me.”

Wanda remains to wait for your answer. Her skin tingles from the way she feels your lips turn upwards into a smile. “I do. I’m down bad for you.”

She giggles at your playful undertone. “Are you sure that’s not just a cold from being out in the cold rain?”

“Nope. If I’m coming down with anything, it’s you, little Lamb.”

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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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,

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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.

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ravenromanova · 6 months

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Sex in the moonlight

Pairings:Wanda x Female avenger reader. Wanda x Vision (past)

Warnings: SMUT!! DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!! Oral, Fingering, Magical and enchanted strap, Mommy kink, Slight breeding kink, Praise kink. Soft dom mommy Wanda, Very submissive reader. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18!!!!!!!!!

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Pain. Guilt. And a little relief. Is all that Wanda felt as she got into the car and loaded it with her things. She started the engine and wiped her tears before driving off. The moonlight seemed brighter than normal as she drove to her safe place. You. It was almost like the moon was leading her right to you.

Wanda drove for what felt like hours until the light from the moon shined on your house. She drove into your gravel driveway and sat there for a minute and silently cried. After she wiped her eyes she grabbed two duffel bags. Her knees gave out as she walked up the brick stairs to your door. With a deep breath and shaky hands she knocked on the mahogany door.

You were in your kitchen when you heard faint knocking at your door. Putting down the tea you were making and looking at the clock that read 2:00 am you walked to the door. Needless to say your heart broke when you opened the door to see a crying Wanda. The moonlight had shined on her face and you saw just how red her emerald eyes were.

“Oh sweet girl come here” You said softly as you open you arms for the redhead. She doesn’t say anything as she quickly hugs you and sobs into your neck. Without another word you hug her back and rub your hand up and down her back. Wanda holds onto you as if she might fall if she doesn’t. You whisper words of affirmation in her ear as she clings to you and cries.

After a few minutes of Wanda sobbing into your neck you broke the hug. You took Wanda by the hand and grabbed the duffel bags she had dropped and walk inside. You placed the bags by the door and lead her into the kitchen. She sat on a stool by the counter as you made you both tea. While you make the tea Wanda doesn’t say a word but you can tell she’s lost in thought.

“What happened wands?” The question comes off sincere as it falls from your lips. She takes a deep breath as you hand her the tea and tries to find the courage to speak.

“Vision came home after a week long mission tonight, and i was making dinner when he came home. And before i could even get a word out i got this overwhelming feeling of guilt and regret, I asked him if he was okay and he just brushed me off. we sat down and ate in silence til he got a text. The second he read the message his thoughts went from regret to love,happiness and passion. That’s when i decided to read his mind, i found out that he wasnt on a mission. That he was cheating on me with some woman named eve” Wanda says as tears spill from her eyes. She puts her hands on her face and buries her head in them.

“Moya Lyubov i’m so sorry. That’s fucking awful and not to mention cruel. What did he say when you confronted him?” You question the witch as you wrap an arm around her in comfort. You stand next to her rubbing her back coaxing her to speak.

She slightly blushes at the nickname and how close you are but she swallows her nerves before speaking. “He denied it until i told him i read his mind and he knew that i’ve never done that before so i just screamed at him. He told me she meant nothing. I called him a fucking liar and told him i could feel how he felt about her- and i just lost my shit and my powers went a little haywire” She pauses before finishing. She looks down at her shaky hands reliving the events of the night and shuts her eyes trying to keep out the voices.

“Wands if you don’t wanna continue telling me it’s okay i promise. i know all i need to in order to justify kicking his android ass.” You comment as you take one of her shaky hands into hers and smile softly.

Wanda can’t help but laugh a little at your dig at vision. It takes her a second to say anything as she’s lost in thought. For a moment she loses herself in your comfort. She closes her eyes and lets herself get lost in the feeling. Your soft touch on her arm brought her back to reality.

“My powers got out of control, the lights were flickering, then the bulbs went out, i broke a couple windows, i may or may not have sent him flying out of a window as well” She confesses as she looks down at her hands.

“I mean it’s not like he didn’t deserve it. Shit i probably would’ve done worse.” You say honestly as you lead her into the living room. You two sit down and just sit in silence for a few.

“You know i always thought you deserved better than him anyways.” The words take Wanda off guard and she tilts her head.

“Why?” She asks as she moves a little closer.

“Because i could sense that you weren’t fully in it. From the second you came running into my room telling me he asked you out i could a sense uncertainty radiating off of you.” You respond truthfully sipping on your tea.

Wanda’s breath catches in her throat and she looks at you as if she’s about to cry again. She looks at you with her green eyes and you could tell she had something to say so you just wait.

“I was excited he asked me out but you’re right…I wasn’t in it fully.” Wanda confesses and she grabs your free hand. “Vision wasn’t the person i wanted to ask me out” She continues speaking as her thumb rubs against your knuckles. “I wanted you to” Her words made you look up at her and you nearly choked when you saw her green eyes full of lust.

“Me?” You asked in disbelief. It’s not exactly a secret that you were in love with the witch. Everyone on the team knew it including Wanda apparently.

“Yes you. But i was so nervous and in actuality i was going to ask you on a date when Vision asked me out on the way to your room. I got so flustered and nervous i just agreed before i knew what i was saying” Her hand was now on your thigh causing you to choke a little and cover it with a cough.

“Wanda i-“ You don’t even know what to say to her confession. It’s not that hearing those words don’t make you swoon but you don’t wanna take advantage of her in this state.

“Shh detka” Her finger presses against your lips. “Let me make up for everything” She whispered before she crashed her lips into yours. It took you a moment to realize what happened before you wrapped your arms around her and deepened the kiss.

The kiss was intense and messy and down right sinful. She broke the kiss for a moment to look at you with list blown eyes.

“Do you want this?” She asked a little breathlessly. You nodded in response to which she gently took hold of your chin. “Words detka” Her voice was soft yet seductive as she spoke.

“Yes- I-I want this” You said quickly making the witch smile and she pulled you on top of her. Her hands found your waist before she brought you in for another heated kiss. Your hips started to involuntarily grind on her thighs trying to release some of the throbbing at your core.

“Lay down dorogaya” She says laying you down against the couch. She then uses her magic and removes your clothes leaving you bare under her touch. You could tell by the look in her eyes that she was going to ruin you.

“I should have never let you slip through my fingers…I should’ve never passed you up for him” She berated herself as she took in just how beautiful you were.

“It’s okay Wands” You said softly caressing her cheek. Wanda looked up at you and smile before she gave you another bruising kiss. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters” Your words relived Wanda more than she knew.

She had always loved you since the moment she laid eyes on you. You were hidden away in one of Struckers cells and she had found you on a recovery mission that was to clean up his remaining facilities. When she had found you it had looked like you hadn’t eaten in weeks,you were weak and fragile and she did everything she could to help you. That’s when the two of you became closer than anyone on the team. You two did absolutely everything together…until Vision had asked her out.

That’s when everything fell apart and you ended up moving out of the compound because you couldn’t handle seeing them together. It was too much seeing the woman you loved be completely infatuated by someone else. The two of you only saw each other on missions after that point which Wanda hated.

Yes she loved Vision but not nearly enough as she loved you. You were everything she ever wanted and honest to gods if Vision hadn’t caught her totally off guard she would’ve asked you out like she planned. But unfortunately he did catch her off guard and for the past six months have been together. But that all changes tonight here and now because she can’t live without you any longer.

She didn’t really understand why she was so upset with Vision when she found out what he did. In all honesty she was more relived than anything. She thinks it’s because she finally got the go ahead to be with you that she didn’t know how to control herself. That’s why she drove straight to you.

Your kiss on her neck broke her out of her thoughts and brought her back to you. She looked at you before her hands found their way to your bare chest. Her lips circled around your nipple making you moan a sinful sound. While she sucked on one her other hand rolled your nipple in between her fingers.

“P-Please fuck me” You beg and Wanda’s eyes darkened more than you’ve ever seen.

“Oh i will detka” She said after she released your nipple with a wet pop. Her hands roamed your body for a few more minutes before she settled in between your thighs. Wanda’s eyes were glued to your dripping pussy.

“So pretty baby” She cooed rubbing her nimble and cold fingers up and down your soaked core. You couldn’t help but buck your hips against her fingers trying to get more friction.

“Please” You begged again and before you could say anything else two fingers were plunged into you. “OH FUCK” She smiled at your reaction as she pumped her fingers against your g-spot. Her fingers felt like magic as she hit all the right spots.

Wanda watched as your pussy swallowed her fingers with delight. She saw the juices spill out of you and her mouth watered at the sight. Before you could even really process how good you felt Wanda’s mouth was on your clit. Your hands flew to her hair and you started riding her face and fucked yourself on her fingers.

“Oh god mommy! FUCK” You screamed feeling your first orgasm crash through you. Wanda groaned in delight when she tasted you on her tongue.

“You taste so sweet baby” She says with a smile licking her fingers. You pull her back up to you and bring her in for a passionate kiss. The taste of you mixed with her makes you groan when you taste it.

Wanda flicks her wrist again and a strap appears around her waist and her clothes go on the floor.

“Oh fuck” Your eyes widen when you look at the strap then her. The strap is a dark red with a black harness that goes beautifully with her pale skin.

“You like it baby?” She asks bringing your attention back to her.

“Yes mommy” Wanda smiles at the use of the nickname and grips your thighs to bring you closer.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for mommy and let me fuck you dumb?” Her words send a chill down your spine as they pass her lips.

“Y-Yes mommy wanna be your good girl” You eagerly nod making the witch chuckle.

“Good girl” She praised making your cheeks heat up and softly smile at her. “Oh does someone like hearing what a good girl she is?” Her words made a soft moan escape your lips.

“Yes” She laughed at how soft and shy you had become under her. One of her hands held your thigh while the other grasped the strap and slowly guided it in you.

“OH SHIT” The feeling of the strap hit your g-spot almost made you come undone right then and there. Her hips snapped against yours causing the both of you to let out guttural moans. Luckily for her the strap was enchanted so she could feel everything, the warmth of your walls and how much you were squeezing her.

“You feel so fucking good detka” She grunted out loving the way your face contorted in pleasure. The way your walls squeezed down on you made her moan in delight.

“I-I’m gonna cum mommy! right there- oh fuck!” Your back arched as your second orgasm shot through you.

“That’s right baby let mommy feel you. Fuck- If i could fill you up and make you a mommy i so fucking would” She gritted out feeling her orgasm get closer to snapping.

“I’d love for you to breed me mommy” You confess and your words brought Wanda over to the edge and her thrusts stilled as she came. But that didn’t mean she was done with you quite yet. She started thrusting into you again causing you to go into overload.

“C-Can’t mommy. Too sensitive-“ Your pleas fell on deaf ears as she thrusted into you with force. The room was filled with your moans and skin slapping and gods was it music to your ears.

“You can take it baby. You wanna be my good girl right?” She said with a slight mocking tone bringing one of her hands up to cup your cheek.

“Y-Yes mommy wan’ to be your good girl” You said in a fucked out haze as your eyes rolled to the back on your head.

“Then take it baby” Her words her firm yet soft making your heart swell. You nodded in response knowing you weren’t able to form words anymore.

Wanda thrusted into you hard chasing her second orgasm and bringing you to your third. You could feel the coil building up again.

“R-Right there mommy oh god!” The words ripped through your throat and you grabbed onto her shoulders as you came again. Wanda’s orgasm wasn’t fair behind you and she came holding onto you.

“Of fuck baby” She said softly still holding onto you. The two of you were panting and breathless as you looked at each other in a fucked out haze.

“T-That was”

“Amazing” Wanda finished your sentence and you let out a breathless laugh.

“Very much so” You agreed with a goofy smile. Wanda flicked her wrist and the strap disappeared and she picked you up and headed to your room.

She took you to your room and laid you down before going to grab a wet cloth. When she came back she cleaned you up being careful not to overstimulate you.

“Come here my love” Wanda cooed bringing you to lay on her chest and she covered you two up with a blanket.

“I love you y/n…. I always have and always will” She confessed giving you a kiss on the head.

“I love you too Wands” Wanda smiled at you words and her heart filled with so much joy in that moment. The two of you ended up falling asleep wrapped up in each others arms happier than ever.

Within the next couple of months you moved back into the compound, moved into a room with Wanda, adopted a dog and Wanda proposed a year after you two made it official.

The love the two of you had for each other was something out of a movie and you couldn’t be happier.

~The end~

A/n: i may or may not have gotten a little carried away but oh well :) Enjoyyy 💋

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