#wanda maximoff drabble

[wandasaura]

bedtime with mommy wanda

warning(s) — mommy kink, bratting, praise kink, domestic dominance, stuffed animals, soft stern mommy wanda

“But, I’m not sleepy.” You argue, voice quiet, soft. There’s barely any fight left in you at all, but you manage. Somehow you always manage to find the energy to fight against her — at least a little bit; a healthy amount.

Wanda quirks an eyebrow. Her arms are folded over her chest. She’s leaning against the doorframe; nonchalant, composed — not unamused, but far from gleaming with radiance either. “Not sleepy, huh?” She tsks, clicks her tongue against her teeth. Sokovian curls around her vowels. Thick, heavy, comforting.

She’s baiting you. You don’t let yourself see it.

“No.” Your head shakes. Your hands reach out for a matted bunny rabbit that’s seen better days. “I’m not sleepy. Really.”

Your eyes are heavy. They burn, and you’re aware of it. Wanda’s aware of it. You blink at her slowly. Not dazedly, but sleepily. There’s a distinct difference. She makes sure you’re aware of that. Your stare is glassy too. Glazed over. She knows when your jaw twitches you’re fighting back a yawn.

Her head turns. She’d had it tilted before. The very top of her head resting against the entryway to the living room. It’s straight now, not weighted specifically toward either shoulder. Her eyes narrow. The light catches in flyaways she doesn’t care to take. “Did I ask, detka?” Smooth, sultry, prompting. She knows exactly how to get you eating out of the palm of her hand.

“No.” A whisper. Soft, breathy. It floats through the air between you; connects your souls a moment later without pause. “No, you didn’t ask.” You repeat fully, clearly, but it’s still soft. Like butterfly wings. All promise, blind obedience, no will to fight remaining. Wanda likes clarity. She likes knowing you understand. You find a way to give that to her when you can.

“That’s right. I didn’t.” She hums. She messes with the bangs falling over her forehead. They’re wispy right now. They need to be shampooed, blown dry, styled meticulously. Now’s not the time. She prompted you to bed twenty minutes ago. “So what are we going to do?” Another quirked eyebrow, another bold stroke of faded Sokovian.

“Get up?” It’s a question, only because you’re not sure of the answer. You’re not sure of anything that she hasn’t told you explicitly, and you hadn’t been ready or willing to listen the first time she’d spoken so softly and sweetly at you from the hallway.

“Yeah, that’s how we’re going to start.” She hums, not willing to bite, to give into your turn of obedience so quickly. There’s twenty three minutes between when she’d asked you to get up kindly, and when your body actually began to move now. One slip of blind submission will not undo anything at all, no matter how dazed you’re becoming untouched. “Get up.”

“Okay.” The word falls off your lips. It’s all you can think of. Wanda doesn’t push for more. She nods once, and her body turns towards the bathroom.

“Bring Bunny to bed.” She says, perhaps demands. You can’t make sense of it, or convince yourself that there’s fondness there too, so instead you move on numb feet and keep hold of Bunny’s flimsy arm, fingernails caught in the matted cream-colored fur. “Did you hear me?” She changes her tone, even though you follow behind her with a tight grip on Bunny.

“Yes.” You whisper, voice hush, gentle. You’re so utterly soft, so pliant beneath her fingers that haven’t swept across your skin.

Wanda doesn’t bristle. Your softness is cute, sweet, so refreshing after her day, but you were so bratty, so filled with spite and energy that you channeled at her. “So then acknowledge me.” She clips, and your heart skins, but you don’t comment. Your hold on Bunny tightens, yes, but you accept it.

“I’m bringing Bunny.” You tell her, lashes batting, both sleepily and dazedly. You stumble on your feet, caught up in the blur of darkness. A warm hand finds your waist, fingers beneath the hem of your tank top, calloused palm resting on the waistband of your pajama shorts. It’s a claiming hold. An unconscious act of stability. She has you, even if you’d tested her in every way imaginable before you came to your senses.

Wanda hums, and you shake, soft and silent, but she feels it. Her lips pull upward, but she guides you through the motions like you haven’t been redeemed. What you don’t know gives her the upper hand, and she’s inclined to see how you handle this deadlock.

The bathroom is left behind, and Bunny is only slightly damp from when he was forced to sit on the counter as a witness, and your heart is still heavy, and Wanda still remains giving you only the necessary amount of attention to assure you don’t feel abandoned. It’s still cold even when she’s so warm. It still hurts even when there’s no hand coming down in an unforgiving blow.

“Get in bed.” She directs, and you can’t take it anymore. You sink into the sheets, the ones that you’d picked out in the spring, and a pout pulls so tightly at your lips that it almost aches.

“Mommy?” You question, because your head is so floaty, and your belly is so filled with sadness, that it only feels right, and maybe if your head was clearer, you’d recognize this was her goal all along. She needs this too.

“Yes, detka?” She asks, eyebrow raised, body warm as it sinks into the mattress and pulls you in tight and close. Her heart beats unevenly. She’s cool, calm, collected on the outside undeniably, but she’s never truly unaffected when you’re around — close enough to smell, and kiss, and feel so intimately.

Your lip trembles, your hands curl into her t-shirt. “I’m sorry for being a brat?” A question again, because you’ll do anything to get it right this time, to really make up for what you’d done to push her to her limit with you.

“Yeah?” She holds out, keeps strong. Your eyes become wet with glimmering tears that only add to the string, reminding you that you are tired, you’ve been tired since before she’d even called you to bed. “You’re not just saying that?”

“No! I’m not just saying that!” Your head shakes desperately, your hand curls tight around Bunny.

Her expression melts, just slightly, just enough to let you know she understands. “Okay malysh. Close those eyes now.”

There’s nothing left in you. Your eyes close, but your lips still move sleepily. “Okay.” You comply, half-asleep, already so far gone.

“Good girl.” She praises softly, and that’s all it takes to end your night, sleep overcoming you entirely as her arms encase around your waist.

[natashascumslut]

Thinking about getting in an argument with Mommy!Wanda, and you know everything she’s saying is right; you’re just arguing cause you’re feeling bratty. And she’s getting mad, her words seething past her teeth as she grips onto the kitchen counter. Eventually she leaps onto you, her fingers pulling at your shirt before you can react.

“You wanna be a brat, huh? Bratty girls get punished.”

“Stop squirming and shut up, you brought this on yourself.”

“Such a slut for mommy, aren’t you? You shut your mouth as soon as i gave you what you wanted.”

And she doesn’t let you cum, in fact she has you begging for it, your eyes wide as you whimper with tears pricking at your eyes; But that won’t stop her, you brought this upon yourself. She doesn’t stop until you’re crying and your hands can barely grip onto her hair anymore; and even after all that, she never let you finish.

should i write a fic like this…? i have so many ideas…

[miloscozycorner]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬.

Caregiver!Wanda Maximoff x Regressor!Reader

• After a meltdown makes you go nonverbal, Wanda helps you communicate your big feelings together.

cw: age regression

( 1109 Words )

The fuzzy carpet felt cool on your bare legs, your oversized shirt scrunching up and resting on your upper thighs. The room had grown chilly from Wanda opening the porch door just a crack, the wind sneaking its way into the living room.

Your tears had finally dried, your chin now resting on your crossed arms. It felt silly, the meltdowns. It just got all too much. The lights, the noises. Trying to make your brain be a bigger kiddo, make the words come out right.

But Wanda understood it all, of course. She always did. When the words had started to jumble on your tongue, and when with a cry of frustration you had given up, she was quick to sit. Quick to let you squeeze her hand until it grew pale.

“Hey bubby. I got you your cards.”

Wanda’s voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you craned your neck to see her patter towards you, taking a crossed legged seat on the carpet a few steps away from you.

“Mama even added some stickers,” she added, her lips curling upwards when you let out a soft giggle. Your eyes followed the stickers on the laminated cards, a variety of animals stuck on them.

You took a moment to shuffle through the cards, before picking one to show. The word “like” was printed on it in bold letters, with a galaxy themed background. Wanda had let you help make all the cards months ago.

With a tap, you showed Wanda the card, and she tilted her head towards the sticker arrangement. “You like the stickers, munchkin?”

An enthusiastic nod.

Wanda paused, spreading the cards before glancing at you. Her playful expression died down, her face turning a bit more serious. But the softness in her eyes and the gentle tilt of her lips remained.

“Do you want to talk to mama about those big feelings you had?” Wanda suggested, glancing up at you. You took a breath in, your brows furrowing while you searched for a card.

“Yes”.

Wanda nodded, shuffling in place. “Okay little one, good job using your cards!” she praised, not missing the ways your eyes lit up from it. “Now, can you tell me what was making those big feelings overflow?” she questioned, tilting her head.

You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip before answering. “Loud”. “Light”. “Hungry”.

“And all that together made you feel not so good, bunny?” You hummed in agreement, slightly frowning. Wanda was quick to notice, adding on reassurance. “And you know that’s okay, honey. I know it can get pretty overwhelming. But mama got you a snack, and a worksheet. How would you feel about trying that?”

There was a brief pause before you gave a nod of agreement, and observed Wanda stand up, disappearing for a moment down the hallway before coming back, a slip of paper and a box of crayons in hand and a bag of Goldfish in the other.

She sat down cross-legged once more, this time beside you instead of across from you. Your shoulders relaxed, a flutter in your stomach forming when she sat.

“Do you want to sit in mama’s lap? Or, we can sit beside each other and I can help you color.” Wanda offered, waiting for you.

For a moment it seemed she almost forgot until she added on, quick to repair her mistake. “Oh goodness! I’m sorry honey. Mama almost forgot you’re not up for words today. I know big words are difficult for tiny babies! How about you hold up one finger for sitting in my lap, and two for coloring together? Is that okay, little bird?”

You gave a small smile at her remembrance, before holding up one finger. Wanda’s lips curled upwards, grinning happily at you before scooping you under your arms and adjusting you to sit on her thigh. The scent of strawberry perfume calmed your senses further, any lingering weight on your chest fading away.

She stretched her arms over to the coffee table next to you, grabbing a hard-cover book and placing the sheet on top of it, before adjusting it so it was on top of your lap.

“Now, you see all these colors? We can use these colors to fill up the cup to show how you were feeling earlier. So, blue is for sad. Green is for scared. Red is for mad. Yellow is for embarrassed. Can you do that for me, honey?”

You gave a nod, picking out the green crayon first and allowing Wanda to sneak a couple Goldfish into your mouth to chew. Your hand hesitated, hovering over the paper before filling half the cup with green.

After a moment, you added some yellow. Your grip on the crayon grew more sturdy, less shaky.

Wanda watched carefully, helping you take more bites of your snack. Then a bit of blue, finishing the cup.

The crinkling of the Goldfish bag and the scents of the newly bought crayons made a soft smile tug at your lips just ever so slightly, the fear, the anxiety, everything, slipping out of your grasp.

You looked up at Wanda for approval, giggling when she gave you a wide grin.

Wanda gave a hum of approval, setting the empty bag of Goldfish down next to her as you showed the piece to her. “Wow, bubby! You did such a good job drawing out all of those big feelings for mama,” she praised, sticking a light kiss on your forehead.

She adjusted you momentarily, her strong arms lifting you gently under your armpits, settling you on her hip. The paper was placed neatly on the coffee table by the pack of crayons, and your deck of communication cards were placed in your hand.

“Do you want to go cuddle upstairs with mama?” Wanda offered, stopping by the kitchen to throw away your bag and glancing down at you.

You flipped through your cards. “Yes.” More shuffling. “Please.”

“Oh my, such a good job using your cards, bubba!” Wanda praised, beaming down at you and running slender fingers through your hair. “Come on, let mama give you lots of snuggles tonight.”

You felt your eyes grow a bit heavier, the feeling of soft hands supporting your weight and the sound of Wanda’s gentle footsteps with the creaking wooden stairs lulling you.

“It’s okay to sleep pumpkin, mama will be here when you’re up.” You heard Wanda mumble into your ear, the comforting warmth of her breaths fanning onto your cheek.

So, you allowed yourself to slip into a comforting sleep, free from the day’s stress, held in the love Wanda always gave so freely.

[wandaslullaby]

imagine if innocent!reader tries to prove to their friends that they aren’t soft so they dare her to go buy weed from emo!wanda and knowing emo!wanda she uses reader’s innocent, telling them that they need to show their tits in order to get weed and reader does.

[lis-likes-fics]

We love clingy, small, sweet Wanda in this house so how about one where precious little bean is having a cold but refuses to rest and follows Reader instead until they give in and take a bath with her or something like that 🥹💕

this has been in my ask box for like...two years and i'm honestly so sorry i didn't answer this sooner but here it is. i hope you like it (if you're even still active) 😭

tw: fluff, brief suicide joke, sick fic. 900 words.

You glance over at Wanda at the corner of your eye. Her nose is red, her eyes are droopy, and she's bundled up with at least three blankets as she lays in bed. The TV plays quietly in front of her, a dimly lit lamp providing whatever light doesn't come from the television as you try to watch for her tired gaze.

Picking up the remote, you pause the movie and shift in your chair to look at her better. “Sleepy yet?” you wonder gently, concern written all over your face.

Her answer is prompt. “No, turn it back on.”

You sigh. “Baby, it's almost two in the morning. You need to sleep.”

The night outside of your bedroom window is full of crickets and twinkling stars. As Wanda glances at the time on the wall, she just mumbles under her breath.

“I can't,” she complains, looking at you with tired eyes. “It's too cold.”

“Do you need another blanket?”

She nods meekly, her green eyes so full of her adoration for you. It both warms your heart and saddens it to see her like this. She's so pretty, you want to kiss her.

You take the blanket off your lap and drape it on top of her. You know she feels bad about taking yours, but she accepts it anyway because she loves you and she does feel a little better. Besides, the blanket smells like you, too. It adds another layer of comfort.

You watch her wiggle her nose, her eyes filling with tears and her lips parting as she moves to sit up. The first sneeze racks through her whole body, and you almost feel bad about the way you just watch her. The second sneeze has you pitying her. It follows in quick succession, and you know it hurts by the way she hunches over and stays hunched over. The third and fourth sneezes are definitely nothing to envy.

The look she gives when she opens her eyes is downright murderous as she stares at nothing in particular. She sounds strange when she speaks, like she's holding back a yawn.

“If I sneeze one more time, I'll kill myself.”

“Baby–”

She does, in fact, sneeze one more time. You watch her eyes light in a scarlet red, her fingertips dancing with wisps. You don't appreciate her joke as much as she wishes you would when you roll your eyes and thrust a box of tissues toward her.

“Quit it and blow your nose.” She eyes you as she plucks a tissue, folding it up and bringing it to her nose. She blows hard, making the most pitiful sound as she wipes her nose. As she reaches over to throw it away in the trash bag by the bed, her eyes glow suddenly and the whole bag disappears, along with the used tissue in her hand.

The both of you freeze, staring at the place where the bag once sat in silent suspense.

“Where did it go?” you ask quietly.

Wanda shakes her head gently. “I don't know, but I think that's for the best.”

You nod slowly. “Okay, then.”

Wanda's magic has been acting up since she got sick. You don't know what to expect, and you're slowly teaching yourself not to question things.

Wanda lathers a generous amount of sanitizer in her hands and then picks up the remote once more. She hits play as the movie starts up again and she sits back. You take the remote, turning it completely off this time.

She looks at you, both offended and confused. “Hey–”

“You need to sleep,” you tell her, determined.

“But–”

“Move over.”

She pouts, genuinely worried this time 

“I don't want to get you sick.”

You pull back the covers, “If I get sick, then I'll just make you take care of me.” You point at her. “Now move over and let me get in with you.”

“Honey–”

You scoop her up and deposit her a little further on the other side of the bed before crawling in yourself. You wrap your arms around her aching body and lay your head against the pillow. Wanda immediately melts against you, accepting your warmth as the deepest sigh eases from her body.

You feel the mattress beneath you slowly start to warm, a very steady heat that adds to both your comfort as you cuddle her closer. Enjoying the moment, your words come out more as a mumble. “Better?”

“Mmm.”

You smile a bit, carding your fingertips through some of her hair. “Can you sleep for me now, sweetheart?”

She glances up at you through heavy lids. Even the gentle light of the bedside lamp illuminating the light dust of freckles over her cheeks. “Can you sing to me?”

You'd like nothing more.

You reach over and turn off the lamp, allowing the calm darkness of the night to wash over the both of you. A gentle song arises from your throat as you begin to hum “L-O-V-E” in the quietest voice you can manage. It's one of her favorite songs, and she's moments away from rest already.

You continue to run your fingers through her hair, ignoring the slight ache in the back of your throat that you've been ignoring for the past couple of hours. You'll make Wanda hold you when you wake up in the morning with her cold.

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[puffein]

PRESENT LETTERS | late spring [iii.]

summary: wanda has been sending you letters, it should be enough to amend things that has been broken, right? problems, however, can never be solved, especially in the hands of someone who is unwilling to do so. pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader warnings: angst word count: 1027 a/n: this is more like a filler.. just to give you the gist of what the future looks like.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

Late-March 2025

"Another letter for you, Y/N." a determined young face pokes its head on your doorway. Her eyes are wide and full of youth etched in every inch of her bent-on features.

The younger woman's long black hair with its subtle wave weaving through her shoulder moves slightly as she nods at your back while waving an all too familiar letter.

Your eyes stayed on the pile of documents situated on your work desk, pieces of small notes scattered lazily around the wooden commodity. Your determination solely focused on the tasks you needed to do, a mere letter wouldn't take a single ounce of attention from you, however, the agravating existence of the woman and the jeering letter she's holding stays prodding at the back of your mind.

Without taking your vision off the particular document, "Throw it away." you replied. 

The woman not much younger than you settled her place right at your doorway, her presence lays heavy as it seeps right into your office, you can feel the tormenting pursing of her lips, and silence ensues for a few seconds until she speaks again. "But it's the 15th letter you received since last year— what if it's important?" she argues.

Setting your feet firmly on the ground, you turn your swivel chair smoothly to face the woman. Your eyes bore right into her blue eyes, and the thrumming of your chest makes its way into your ears as you keep your composure calm and reserved.

"Kate, it's the only letter we received since we started this small business. I have read one of them. I am sure the rest of it is nonsense."

You give her a reassuring smile, hoping for her to drop the letter persuasion because as much as your soul yearns for those letters, it does no good for you as it only brings out the unnecessary ache that seems to never depart from your entire being. Despite the leaden longing to take those letters and cherish them with all your heart, hung on every word that has been written, it was not enough to put yourself into a prison you've longed to escape.

"Come on, now—"

"Throw it out." Your voice draws monotonously, body jerking slightly to turn your swivel chair onto the task you are supposed to be focusing on.

Sighing, Kate backs away slowly, her fingertips tapping on the letter she's clutching. The gnawing curiosity fell deep into Kate's whole body, the sender's information written on the back of the letter screams for her to lay it on your desk, as much as she wants to know the story behind the consistent letter being sent every month for her work partner, she stays quiet and respectful of your decisions to throw it away. Not Kate though, all the letters for you were kept securely in a box she tucked away, hoping for the day you will finally let her deliver it to you.

Your eyes stayed seated on a piece of paper, the taunting presence of Kate's retreating steps made you clench the paper a little too hard. 

You know what those letters are. You know that very familiar sketch of a handwriting, the affixation of each letter in a very flowing manner, you have seen this type of cursive half of your life that the mind of yours imprinted that information right up in your memory lane. 

Wanda has been sending you letters since last year, she has never stopped and you think she never will. 

You don't know why she's doing it. 

Oh, shut up. You do very well know why she's doing it. 

You have told her goodbye nicely— Well, for you it meant something permanent meanwhile, in her mind, it is something entirely different, something normal, not something out of the ordinary, definitely not the ones in your mind.

You clearly remember that day, two years ago, asking her for a coffee at nine in that small coffeehouse both of you frequented since the two of you met. Wanda never knew what you had planned, you distinctly didn't have the heart to tell her straight-up, afraid that once you saw the hurt flash in her eyes would also be the only thing that would stop you from cutting her out of your life.

You didn't know what to do with these letters. You have read one, yes. That one letter was slightly enough for you to run back into her life but your feet stayed planted on the ground. The letter you read was the very first one she sent, it mostly comprises of her apologizing, asking what happened, if you are okay, if you're doing fine, if is there something wrong, did she make you run away, and what actions of hers have brought you to take the choice of leaving her without a proper goodbye.

She didn't deserve it.

You knew, she didn't. And yet you still did the very last thing you hate. 

Hurting her.

You loathe yourself for it but at the back of your mind, hidden between those memories of you two together, the distant recollection of every journey you two had made, tucked in the very end of your subconsciousness, you knew you still would have chosen this option over and over again. 

You would rather do the only thing you promised you would never do to her than use combinations of words drawn out by the trembles of your voice forming petrifying words of confessions, that the love you have for her is enough to draw yourself away from her. 

You knew what word describes you, a coward running away. Someone who only sees the solution to a problem is to hide away and forcefully shove whatever speck of courage erupts at the pit of your soul.

You can't bear the idea of rejection.

Especially from her.

You can't bear hearing her voice confirming what you have already known, you still want to have the liberty of clutching the very last piece of fantasy your mind has formed.

Even if it means leaving her in that small town with the pretense of seeing each other again.

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[stayevildarling]

autumn/halloween with wanda maximoff 🎃🧡

wanda loves halloween and autumn. will dress up and take you trick or treating. will take you on walks, while the two of you hold hands and walk through the crunchy leaves. will take you to a surprise picnic and have made everything herself. wanda will make funny halloween shaped dinner and snacks for you and the house will constantly smell like her fresh cooking and baking. wanda will have seen the tiktok trends and suprises you with a boo basket.

[imnotasuperhero]

Drabble nºX (set somewhere in the beginning of SB) -W.M

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: After almost two years away from the life you had built, you returned to your hometown at your parents' request. But what happens when one Wanda Maximoff is involved in the family retreat?

Or, a quick drabble for day 5 of Promptober that I was forced (by my muses) to set in my ongoing baker!Wanda AU.

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The autumnal season has arrived with a ton shit of emotions you weren't ready to unpack. Not because they were too difficult to decipher or anything… but because you had to endure the whole weekend at your family's cabin in the mountains with no other than your ex.

You see, time ago you were considered the couple of the year among your friends and family. With all the love and secrecy only two souls linked together were available to share, it was no brainer that you and Wanda would be together forever. But as time passed, the love you had created started to die little by little as the routine had gotten in between you two, making it harder to fight, no matter how hard you tried to put the extra part in the relationship.

"Change that face or you'll have wrinkles before you're forty," your dad had spoken, bringing you back to the present.

"Sorry," you sipped on your hot cocoa.

"What's happening in that head of yours?" The big man leaned over the island separating you both, with his brown eyes inspecting you. For a moment you considered lying, but then you'd have to face the never-ending interrogation that was bound to happen, knowing your dad's insistence.

But before you could answer, her energy gravitated towards you once again, like a warm blanket on a cold day.

"Morning," Wanda walked toward the cabinets, focused on making herself her morning tea, oblivious to the tumultuous thoughts.

"Morning," you greeted her, ignoring the burning itch in your body under your dad's look. You could feel his knowing smirk without looking at him.

Torn between the feeling of gratitude to Wanda for having saved you from your dad's inquisitions and the way the peace in your soul seemed to flicker whenever she was around you, the morning had left you with a bittersweet taste. The memories of a better time and endless comfort had set camp in your heart, making it impossible for you to be at ease in this cabin that held so many events. Each one of them was as vivid as if it were happening all over again. But despite the lesson you've learned about boundaries and applying as much of your no-contact rule from the things that interfered with your inner calm, you hadn't in you to refuse your parents' invitation to retreat to the mountains together, with the excuse to discuss some family business than involved you and Wanda, and by extension, Pietro.

Ruffling the small mountain of leaves that had started to fall, you prayed to the Universe to give you the strength needed to bear these next 48 hours.

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[faerieemetal]

pay attention | w. maximoff

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PAIRING ─── mean!dom!wanda maximoff x woc!reader

SUMMARY ─── wanda sees things you don’t.

WARNINGS ─── 18+, MINORS DNI. established relationship. possessive!wanda. naïve!reader. SMUT. semi-public sex. groping. oral (r receiving). spanking. breast play. fingering (r receiving). anal play. dacryphilia. multiple orgasms. cum strap use (r receiving). size kink. creampie. threats of anal. (nobody look at me). PLEASE DON’T FLAG/REPORT THIS AS I PUT THE APPROPRIATE WARNINGS!

WORD COUNT ─── 1, 789

AUTHOR’S NOTE ─── reblog support banner made by @cafekitsune. images found on pinterest. y’all i swear this was meant to be a small drabble/blurb it wasn’t mean to be a whole ass one shot!

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Wanda will use any excuse to touch you. Someone looks at you for more than a second? She’ll glare at them while having her hand on your waist with her fingers playing the waistband of your pants until the other person gets the hint and looks away. Someone bothers talking to you? She’ll walk right up to you and kiss you hard and smile as they stand there awkwardly before coming up with some dumb excuse to walk away. You on the other hand, are none the wiser. You just happen to be in your own world, always seeing the positives but that’s what Wanda loves about you. She’ll gladly let the whole world know who you belong to while you continue to be in your own little world that is just made up of you and Wanda.

Even at a little party with friends, you’re just enjoying yourself and having a friendly conversation with Carol, not picking up that she is actually trying to flirt with you. Although to be fair, you were never good at picking up those cues. In fact, you didn’t even pick up Wanda’s attempts to flirt with you before you two started dating.

“I think Danvers is trying to make a move on your girl,” Natasha laughs and smirks when she sees the annoyed glare on Wanda’s face.

She watches from the distance as that cocky blonde tries to make a move on you and you don’t even realize it.

“She can try all she wants but she’s still mine,” Wanda replies and Natasha shrugs as she takes a swig of her drink.

Wanda has had enough and walks over to you two and before you can even say hi, she grabs your jaw and kisses you hard while Carol just watches. When she pulls away, you’re just a little shocked and dazed as she smirks at Carol who just smiles.

“So this is your girlfriend,” she says while Wanda just stares at her. “I gotta say, you weren’t joking when you said she was a sweet little thing. Swear I nearly got a mouthful of cavities talking to her.”

Wanda just snorts as Carol walks away and she looks at you with a look you’ve never seen before. She doesn’t say anything as she takes your hand and pulls you into the nearest bathroom immediately locking the door. Her lips are on yours in a second as she holds you close by the back of your neck. You barely have time to breathe before her tongue slips into your mouth and the needy moan you release just inflates her ego some more, knowing that no one will ever be able to make you feel as good as she does.

Your lips are slick with saliva when she pulls away and the dazed look in your eyes makes her want to ruin you for everybody else. She pulls up the hem of your top and smiles when you aren’t wearing a bra underneath, leaving your chest exposed to the chilly air and her hungry eyes.

“You have such perfect tits,” she moans as her hands squeeze the flesh before wrapping her lips around your hardened nipple.

The sensation of her tongue circling your nipple sends shockwaves through your body as her fingers play with the other one. She soon switches and keeps sucking until both of your nipples are stiff and covered with her saliva as she enjoys the way you already look ruined with hickeys and bite marks across your chest.

She grabs your arms and turns you around so your chest is pressed against the wall and lifts up your skirt. Her fingers play with the thin material of your panties before her hand suddenly comes down on your ass, making you yelp at the stinging flesh.

“You should really start paying attention,” she laughs as she squeezes your jaw and makes you look at her. “Can’t even tell when someone is flirting with you.”

You don’t even have time to think before she smacks your ass again and pulls your panties down your thighs. Pride swells in her chest when she sees the evidence of your arousal on the fabric and around your folds. Not a second thought crosses her mind before her mouth is on your core and her tongue is between your folds, licking up everything you have to give. Her hands keep your thighs far enough apart to allow her access to your pussy as her tongue slips into your hole and she pulls away smiling when your hips jerk in surprise.

“So sensitive, aren’t you baby?” she teases you before spreading your folds apart with her thumbs and returning to your pussy and licking every inch and crease, heavily focusing on your clit.

Your legs start to tremble as you get closer to the edge but Wanda doesn’t ease up on you and just continues to devour your soaking cunt. She doesn’t even stop when you reach the edge, walls clenching around nothing as she continues to lick and suck on your clit. The sensitivity almost makes you cry out when the tip of her tongue catches on your clenching hole again but she doesn’t stop there. Her tongue moves up past your opening and you squeal in shock and surprise when you feel her tongue circling around your tighter hole and she smacks your ass cheek as she looks at you.

“Not too loud. You don’t wanna draw any unnecessary attention do you?” she questions.

You mumble “no” just as she goes back to what she was doing and you cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself quiet. This was definitely new and you weren’t prepared for the new sensations it would bring on. Your stomach twists as she takes two of her fingers and pushes them inside your slick cunt while her tongue continues working your tight hole. The combination of that along with her fingers stimulating that spongy spot inside your walls brings you closer to the edge again and you whine against your hand as your knees buckle but the wall keeps you from falling over completely.

You’re barely collecting yourself as you feel Wanda shift behind you and hear a camera shutter. Wanda grins as she admires the photo of you with your cheek pressed against the wall while your eyes are half-lidded as tears of pleasure stain your cheeks. She on the other hand is staring at the camera with her tongue sticking out connected to your ass with a string of her saliva and your slick that also leaves the inside of your thighs sticky. It really is a sight to see.

“Maybe I should send it to Danvers so she knows to fuck off,” she growls in your ear with her hand around your throat but not squeezing enough to cut off air flow once she stands up.

“Please don’t,” you moan as her fingers go back to rubbing that sensitive spot.

“Yeah, you’re right. She doesn’t deserve to see you like this,” she laughs as she continues fingering your pussy until you cum again while your legs tremble. “I’m still keeping it with all my special photos of you.”

She grabs your hips and bends you over the counter as you try to take a moment to collect yourself but jolt when you feel the blunt tip of her strap parting your folds. She laughs at how sensitive you are at this point as she keeps teasing your hole with the tip while keeping a tight grip on your hips. You cry out as the head sinks into your cunt, stretching your walls in a painful yet pleasurable way and she just smirks as she grabs your jaw to make you look at her.

“Already crying on my cock and it’s only the tip,” she laughs as she grabs your shoulders to push you down on the counter and you cry out again with fresh tears escaping your eyes when she sinks further into your pussy until her hips are against your ass.

You feel so full with her cock settled in your cunt, your walls molding into the shape of it as her hands return to your hips and she pulls out nearly all the way before immediately thrusting to the hilt, jerking your body forward. It’s already intense as she fucks you hard against the counter, the tip hitting your g-spot every time and your arousal and cum from your previous orgasms creating a ring around the base. Wanda on the other hand is enjoying how completely fucked out you look, whining and whimpering pathetically at how sensitive your abused cunt is, your eyes rolled back while your tears leave tracks on your cheeks from your makeup.

A tight knot forms in your lower belly, only getting tighter and tighter as she fucks you hard until it snaps and your knees buckle, which would’ve make you collapse if you weren’t being held up by the bathroom counter. You whine as you reach behind her to try to push her hips away as your hips squirm but she grabs both of your wrists and pins them behind your back while using her other hand to grab the back of your neck and pin your cheek against the counter.

“Stop squirming, you little brat! Keep that up and I’ll fuck that tight little ass of yours. Do you understand me?” she growls in your ear and you weakly nod with your cheek pressed against the hard material.

She keeps you restrained with your wrists pinned behind your back and her other hand on the back of your neck as she continues to ruthless fuck your abused cunt. You’re completely helpless as she stills with her cock deep inside your pussy as your walls clench around the silicon. You whine helplessly at the sudden warmth flooding your insides, pushing you over the edge once again as your legs tremble while Wanda lets go of your neck and wrists, letting you breathe as her cock stays nestled inside your pussy, keeping the fake cum locked inside.

She takes a moment to admire how absolutely ruined you look, makeup ruined with the tears running down your cheeks, drool slicked lips, eyes rolled back, tight cunt clenching around her strap and whining pathetically as she pulls out and teases your ass with the tip. She chuckles as she pulls your panties up before her cum could start dripping down your thighs and taps your sensitive pussy through the material.

“Keep it inside until we get home or I’ll really destroy this ass,” she growls and you can only whine as she rubs your ass. “We’ll see how you do.”

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[bxckywrites]

A Little Too Much // Part 6

Series Paring - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings - I'm not sure, I'll update this later

Other Characters - Steve

Word Count - 1,162 (not as long as I wanted my apologies)

Part Summary - After being brought back to the compound, Wanda waits for you to wake up.

gif is not mine

A/N - This part is long overdue, but I may be coming back to finish the series soon :)

Part 5

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It’s been 2 weeks since the team found you in Romania and since that day you’ve been stuck in the hospital ward Stark built a few years prior. The doctors decided to put you into a medically induced coma in order to heal after the trauma and all of the surgeries you underwent. Through it all, Wanda never once left your bedside and had set up a place to sleep at night so that she could be there when you eventually woke up. There had been a few close calls over the last few weeks, but each time you managed to pull through.

“They should wake within the next couple of minutes,” Tony states. He sits on the makeshift bed and waits patiently for any signs of movement from either you or your “guard dog” as Natasha so kindly named her.

Your eyes begin to open and you wince as the light hits you. “Y/N you’re awake!”

Wanda struggles to contain her excitement as she grabs onto your arm as gently as she can in case it hurts. The look in her eyes screams relief as she begins to ramble about how much she missed you and how she’ll never forgive herself for your kidnapping. She doesn’t seem to notice your eyes darting across the room, trying to locate where her voice is coming from. You know in your heart that your best friend is the one speaking, but where is she and why can’t you see her?

“We almost lost you a few times but I knew you’d pull through. You’re the toughest person I know!” Her smile begins to falter as she finally looks into your eyes and realizes that you’re staring at the ceiling. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Wanda begins frantically calling for anyone to help, worried about the unkown and terrified that she’s going to lose you.

Your gaze never moves from it’s place and you can’t understand why you are struggling to speak. It’s so frustrating. Why will the words not come out? You can’t remember what happened but you're sure they left your vocal cords alone as they don't feel different. There is rushing around the room but you can’t force yourself to move. Nothing hurts anymore but the thought of moving terrifies you. You can hear voices calling out to you, all worried, all afraid, but you can’t bring yourself to tell them that you're alright. Maybe some more sleep will help. Maybe you just woke up too early.

Peace begins to wash over you as you begin to drift into unconsciousness, letting sleep take over your body, you close your eyes and take a breath.

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*Wanda’s POV*

“What’s going on?! Why are they not speaking?!”

I can’t breathe. They were awake, I saw their eyes. What happened? Did I do something?

My throat begins to close as I continue to scream at the doctors, begging them to help my dear friend. I can’t lose them like I’ve lost so many others. I will not lose them. Everyone turns their attention to me as fear flashes in the eyes of the doctors. What are they looking at?

“Wanda, maybe you should get some air and let the doctors help Y/N.”

My eyes snap towards Steve and I notice his hand is outstretched towards me as if he wants me to take it. I begin to understand the fear as I look down at my own hands and see the glowing red smoke bleeding through my fingers.

I take a deep breath and calmly walk out of the room, turning around for a brief moment to see the doctors swarm around you.

Trying to distract my mind I ended up in the training room, throwing magic everywhere as I destroy the targets one by one. It makes it easier to hit something when you think of it as someone you’d like to kill. I would kill Strucker in every universe if it meant you would wake up again. Another target morphs behind me and I hit it with enough force to take the head clean off, smiling at my work. Something about destroying things makes my brain feel better, almost helps me to forget why I am upset or hurt in the first place.

I remember the first time we trained together. I did most of the work, but your company was needed and the patience shown towards my fury made it hard to not feel safe around you.

Someone came into the room around 10 minutes ago but I haven’t cared enough to acknowledge them. I can feel them watching me as I take my anger out on the entire room but I do not care. It’s only when their hand grabs onto my shoulder that I finally look to see Steve.

Rogers has always been someone I can trust, even in my darkest moment he has fought for me and cared for me. “Sorry about the targets, do you think Tony will be mad?” Stark can afford new tech and more training targets but I still feel a little bad that I ruined over half of the room. His eyes light up as he lets out a short laugh, “I think he’ll be more worried about never making you mad.” The thought of Stark being scared of me hurts a little but I know Steve didn’t mean it in a bad way so I laugh a little at his “joke”. A sigh escapes me as I rest my head in my hands.

“I don’t know what to do Steve,” my eyes begin to burn as I feel them swell with tears. So many toughts race through my mind as I replay the moments between your eyes opening and closing again. I can’t figure out what went wrong.

Steve puts his arms around me as he hugs my shaking body to his. Moments like this remind me of why I fight so hard to do the right thing and yet, I can still feel the rage boiling in my stomach. “The doctors said that their vision must’ve been blurry when they woke up because of how long they were out,” Steven rubs my back as he talks, “you did nothing wrong Wanda. They were probably not ready yet and that's why they closed their eyes again.” My heart feels like someone ripped it out and burned it at the thought of you being overwhelmed by waking up and the rambling I chose to do most likely did not help. I know you’ll wake again, soon I hope, but I worry about your recovery. If the doctors were right and your eyes just couldn't adjust to reality and not your comatose state, will it be permanent? I can’t bare the thought of you going through that.

“C’mon,” Rogers offers me his hand again, “they’re awake and asking for you.”

I can feel my heart begin to race as I rush to the room.

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Part 7

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[randomshyperson]

hotel room - wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: (+18), bottom!wanda, eating out (w), soft smut.

A/n: totally inspired by this pic i literally just wrote it down.

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"you've been so stressed lately, little witch. let me help you with that."

the words were whispered into her ear. the intent and meaning behind them made wanda shiver in anticipation, and as your lips descended, her hands found the headboard in a desperate search of some sort of anchor.

you weren't lying - wanda has been stressed. the separation of the avengers, the exponential and unpredictable increase of her powers, the lack of public approval. but everything becomes a background whenever she's around you , especially when your tongue teases her nipples.

a needy whine escapes her mouth and she can feel your smug smile against her chest. wanda would have pinched you for being so cocky, but the tightening of the grip on her hips showed her that her sounds were affecting you as much as your touches dismantle her.

if you wished, you could prolong this. tease her endlessly just for the pressure of hearing her beg - and lord knows she would. hips already desperate, underwear so soaked she was shamelessly leaking through the fabric.

it was all your fault obviously. you were laying down together before, soft but bold and intimate touches while she talked about her week. you worked her up so naturally and so quickly that the offer of a stress relief would actually be her suggestion if you weren't quicker.

and you have always been so unfairly good at this. good with her, her body, her needs. your mouth move down her belly, licking and teasing all the way to where she needs the most. wanda's so responsive. she gasps in anticipation for every flick of your tongue, until she's panting, ready and impatience.

the reward is sweet. she's loud when she's desperate and Wanda is so desperate. she arches her back as your tongue finds her warm and wet through the fabric. your fingers are rushed, pulling her panties out of the way, you've finally lost that thin patience to just tease her. wanda maximoff is maddening, her scent, her sounds, her taste.

you moan as you eat her out. eagerly and hungry. you lick every corner, you tease her entrance, you flick her clit.

"ah, detka." wanda shouldn't try to speak now. She physically can't form any sentences that make sense at this point. she wants to ask for more, but you start sucking and all that leaves her lips are pathetic little whines. she wants to ask "faster" but your tongue goes deep inside as your hands hold her open and all she can do is choke on throat moan.

all lights in that messy motel room flicker, maybe the whole goddam city, when she's ready to fall over the edge. when she's ready to let go.

you pull away just to whisper "come for me, witchy" before resuming your movements and it doesn't take longer for her to do just that.

she sounds so beautiful, she looks breathtaking. chest heaving, a frown of pleasure. the sweetness of her wetness on your tongue.

you messily lick her clean, make her whine a little more. she gropes around on the bed until she reaches your hair, fingers running through the soft strands until she's gripping. her original intention was to pull you up to kiss you, but you start over.

Well, maybe she just needs to de-stress a little more.

[natashascumslut]

thinking about step mommy!wanda finding a hickey on your neck after you’ve come home from a party, and she gets all jealous and has to make sure you know you’re hers.

“You’re mine, you belong to me. You’re mommy’s slut, aren’t you?”

And all you can do is whimper yes while she fucks you senseless, leaving her own marks all over what’s hers.

[mommyslittlebird]

Mommy Wanda comforting virgin reader after they came SO fast their first time together.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy knows it was your first time. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“You wanna hide that sweet little face in my chest? Oh, darling. Come here. Let mommy rub your back.”

“Shshsh, that’s it. No, don’t cry sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.”

“There’s no need to be ashamed, pumpkin. Mommy understands you’re just a little sensitive, and that’s perfectly okay.”

“No no, baby. I’m not disappointed. You could never disappoint me, darling. Mommy’s still so proud of you, sweetheart. You did so good for me.”

[wandasaura]

GOODNIGHT MOON

warning(s) — mommy wanda, domestic dominance, little!r, stuffed animals, brief mention of control, mention of headspace, praise kink

Wanda has a word she likes to use when you get like this. It floats off the tip of her tongue like a cloud upon first notice of your declining headspace and increasingly cuddly demeanor. Those two things come in tandem with each other. You’re clingy normally — her needy girl, but when whines start flying at the simple premise of her leaving just to grab a glass of water, it’s something different. Something she knows you don’t even begin to recognize as instinctively as she does. Or as significantly.

“Hey, milaya devochka (sweet girl).” She catches your attention softly, effortlessly. Her words are a weighted breeze shifting through thick ivory wisps of reality twinged with nightfall. You can’t escape the darkness, the moonlight. It comes every day before you’re ready, but a twinge of something delicate sparkles around Wanda as you look at her now. There’s an incandescent glow that sharpens her silhouette like a halo, sleek and ivory as it catches in her hair. The backlight dampens the brightness of her freckles, features dim and concealed though that may be a trick of your own eyes as you become heavy in your body, like exhaustion, but warmer, nicer. “You feeling a little bit soft?”

She doesn’t mean to plant the word in your vocabulary. She knows how perceptible you are when you’re like this. You’ll agree with her blindly, until inevitably she gets beneath your skin somehow, and you huff and puff until she’s not so sure that there was ever a sweet girl curled up in her arms, but if she plays her cards right, it’ll be an easy night for the both of you.

You’d been perfectly content before she’d stirred beneath your head with intentions of getting up and quenching her thirst. But now you pout deeply, subconsciously as you slip down further into the cream colored sheets. You feel seen. Too seen. Exposed is a better word. Wanda smiles knowingly. She knows you feel so raw right now, so unearthed that your roots curl inward instead of down. She doesn’t want that; this. The inward pulling that can lead to your downfall if she’s not around to catch you before impact shakes brittle bones, already out of place from old fractures.

“A little bit shy?” She presses into your deeper, firmer. She’s not trying to assert dominance, to establish limitations or controlled bounds. All she’s trying to do is get to you through overgrown shrubbery that’s dazzling in warm summer sunlight.

You’re not quite sure what to say, or how to say it. Wanda knows both of these things already. She knows that you’re soft, that you’re shy, that your entire world right now is just her and only her. She’s looking for an answer to a question she hasn’t even asked you yet, and it’s not fair. Not fair at all. The games don’t always have to be fair for Wanda to play them.

“Mommy.” You don’t whine, but your voice is so twinged with frustrated sweetness that it feels petulant enough to warrant creased eyebrows and pursed lips when it washes against her. Scratch that. It crashes against every molecule in her body like a tsunami that’s only just rushed forward to assault land. That's the moment where impact is devastating, because you can be ready for it, you can know it’s coming, but it’s never a force measurable in memory. It’s never as quaint as she thinks it will be.

This is not quaint to Wanda. You’re not quaint. Not with your little fingers that curl around your bottom lip nervously, applying just enough pressure to regulate yourself, your emotions that you’ve trusted her with enough to let run rampant and unruly in a space built carefully. You’re not quaint. Not even when you bat your heavy eyelashes at her without a single thought behind your shining orbs, just so fixated on her that you ebb and flow through pulses of energy and emotion.

“Oh, but is that who I am right now, malen’kaya lyubov’ (little love)?” Her lips fall from that sickening purse of condensation that melts into affection at the edges into a true frown, a real pout. Your heart hammers, heavy and overflowing with a bigness you can’t name. It’s just so big. And you’re not. You’re not at all. “Is it Mommy? Or is it something else, hm? I know you know what the answer is! I know you can find it in that little brain!”

She does mean to overwhelm you. to short circuit your system. It’s all meticulously particular, and she knows that it’s working when you whine around your fingers and somehow make yourself smaller beneath the bedsheets you can’t camouflage into. The set of sheets spackled with pink pink starfish is folded up in the closet, not to be seen again for another week before the rotation happens mid-afternoon. You don’t like these sheets as much. They’re not as soft. They’re not as thin. And your blush isn’t nearly as concealable when there’s no dashes of pink to burrow into sheepishly and softly. Wanda knows that. You’ve needed this for weeks. You’ve abused the pink contrast of the bedsheets, and she’s let you. She’s not allowing it anymore. She needs this now. She needs to know you’re not floating through space to avoid being an inconvenience when she’s the one that’s prodded you to this point at all. You let her get you here. All nice and safe and stranded in a dessert that’s warm, so warm, but getting dark. She can be the dim light that’s sole purpose is to shine just bright enough to lead a horse to water.

Water. You both need water.

“Mama.” You whisper, eyes starry, vision hazy as you lock in on her and only her. All you need is her. She’s all that you can process right now. Even though the words don’t come, and the thoughts don’t form how they should, she’s all you need to be okay.

Wanda’s eyes glitter with something so unbelievably sweet that your belly churns and you whine, so sweetly, so vulnerably. Wanda can only smile softer, reaching to grab a forgotten friend that lives either on top of a nearly made bed for chaotically on the floor in the middle of the night. Not tonight. He’ll have a home in your arms tonight. Maybe. “Whose it going to be, little love? Rosie, or Peter?” This is where it gets tricky. Where it starts to become less of what she guides you into, and more of what you instinctively crave. Sometimes it’s easy to get you to make your own choices, other times you look at her with nothing but fond hopelessness that eventually disarms her enough to allow two stuffed friends to be carted around the house as you follow her clumsily.

Rosie is an elephant that’s more denim than cobalt, but Wanda will still argue with you from time to time that she’s not. Peter’s a dragon. Olive green and comedically floppy from years of tight hugs and absorbing tears. Wanda has a clear bias. She tolerates Peter more. You don’t know why. They’re relatively the same size. But she says he sits nicer than Rosie does when you plop him down onto the counter when she makes you both tea; that his vibe is more subdued in general.

Your eyes dance between the two, and Wanda knows what’s coming when you pout so sweetly and pull the top sheet over your mouth, concealing whines that at point she’d have scolded you for. “Want both.” You argue, because that’s all you can consider doing. You can’t choose. You can’t think. She always does that for you.

“No, no, baby dove. We can’t have both. Not tonight.” Wanda shakes her head, and with Rosie in her hand, she reaches forward to pull the sheet out of your mouth, a knowing quirk in her eyebrow that’s not a scolding, but isn’t the opposite either. “No biting.” She points out, reminds you really. Your cheeks burn, your belly flutters. She’s all you can think about. “Rosie or Peter?”

Your eyes, so glassy, so empty, fill with tears that sparkle with refractions of moonlight on choppy waters. “Both, Mama.”

“Well, I guess Mama will pick then. It’s just too hard, huh?” She asks, and when you nod, just once, just slightly, she smiles fondly like you’ve hung the moon. “Why don’t we Peter?”

“Okay.” You agree, and you reach out from beneath the warm blankets with sweet, wiggling fingers that curl into tuffs of soft fluff the second your dragon’s within reach.

“Okay.” Wanda smiles brightly, pulling the blankets even farther off your tired and curled up body. You look so sweet like this, so little. “Time for water, my little dragon. And then we’re getting back in bed, and we’re saying goodnight to the moon. Ponimat’ (understand)?”

Your head bobs, and even though Wanda wants a verbal answer, she lets it slide when your hand reaches out for hers and waits patiently for contact. Your feet are firmly on the floorboards when she notices your death grip on Peter’s tail, and her eyes narrow. “Is that how we hold our friend?”

You feel scolded, like a child. It’s so simple. So… you’re not sure. You don’t even know how to explain it, but it drives you crazy with warmth that feels both good and too too heavy at your fingertips. You wiggle on your feet, feeling heavy and sunken into the floor, one hand still holding on tight to Wanda’s hand. “No, Mama.”

“I didn’t think so.” She shakes her head, green eyes so bright in the darkness, so ready and willing to be your guide. She waits for you to fix it; to fix Peter beneath your arm and hold him tightly to your chest, and she smiles brightly when you do just that, like you’ve somehow impressed her so easily. “Good job, malysh! Good girl!”

[witchslove]

Reader and Wanda being fuck buddies for months, but have a rule where they don't kiss or cuddle in order to make sure they don't catch feelings. Spoiler alert, they do. After one encounter where one of them gets jealous. They started having sex that begins with them being feral and eventually rolls into love making where they confess their feelings for one another. Followed by a long overdue cuddle session.

I love this idea, I love the “strictly friends with benefits” to catching feelings pipeline, definitely one of my fave tropes.

You and Wanda are regularly sleeping together, but that’s all it is. The two of you agreed on three rules before you started - no kissing, no cuddling, and no catching feelings for each other.

It isn’t until Vision openly flirts with Wanda in front of you that you realize you’ve already broken the most important rule. For a while now, you’ve been pushing down your feelings for the brunette, telling yourself that the sex is just really good and it’s nothing more than that.

Ever since the feelings started, you’ve been able to convince yourself that you don’t actually need anything more than what the arrangement provides. You’ve done your best to ignore the urge to kiss her when you’re deep inside of her, and the desire to hold her after you’ve made her cum.

You haven’t broken any rules.

Until now.

When you overheard Vision telling Wanda she’s beautiful and offering to help her cook, you can’t help but feel jealous. When he stands beside her in the kitchen, reaching his arm around her to grab something, his fingers brushing against hers in the process, you know you can’t ignore your feelings any longer.

You scold yourself for wanting to be in his place, for wanting the one person in the world you can’t have. As much as you wish you could continue denying your feelings, as much as you wish you could ignore the burning in your heart, you can’t.

The jealousy wins over any rational thought in your mind, and when you see Wanda making her way back to her room alone, you corner her.

“What was that about?” You ask, getting straight to the point.

“What was what-” Wanda begins to ask, before you interrupt her.

“You and Vision seem close,” you say sharply, your voice laced with jealousy that you hope she doesn’t pick up on, but you’re also too far gone to care.

“So?” She replies nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow at you as she reaches the door to her room. Her apathetic response only fuels the fire within you and she notices the hardened expression on your face, the anger behind your dilated pupils. The desire in your eyes whenever you look at her, the same desire she sees now, never fails to get her worked up, but she pushes that aside to remind you of the rules.

“Vision and I are just friends, not that it matters though. It’s not like you and I are together, remember?” She says harshly, crossing her arms.

“I remember,” you respond, clenching your jaw. “It’s just sex, right?”

While she usually takes on a more dominant role when she’s with you, Wanda can’t help but feel intimidated under your intense gaze as she nods in response.

“So let me fuck you then,” you say decidedly, your eyes still locked on hers.

Wanda’s slightly taken aback; she’s never seen you be so assertive with her, but she can’t deny that it turns her on. Without another word, she opens the door to her room and pulls you in with her, immediately letting you to pin her against it once you’re inside.

You don’t waste any time, hastily removing her shirt and bra before taking one of her nipples into your mouth. Wanda moans softly at the contact, her hands finding the back of your head to guide your movements.

You lick and suck at the hardened bud as your other hand comes up to palm at her neglected breast, working her up expertly the way only you can.

When Wanda bucks her hips in search of friction, you pick her up and carry her to the bed, laying her down against the sheets you’ve become so familiar with and crawling on top of her. You look down at her for a moment, soaking in the sight of her beneath you, panting with arousal. She looks so beautiful laid out for you, lips parted and green eyes practically begging you to fuck her.

Before you can get lost in your feelings, your hands find their way under her skirt, fingertips grazing the front of her panties. You smirk when you can feel how soaked she is through the fabric, knowing only you can make her this wet.

For a second, the thought of Vision being the cause of her arousal flashes through your mind and reignites your jealousy.

You quickly shake the thought from your mind and yank her panties down her legs, pulling at the fabric almost desperately. You bring a hand up to cup her dripping pussy, this time with no barriers between you.

She moans when you slide two fingers inside of her, her walls clenching around your digits as you start fucking them into her. Your pace isn't soft or slow, you're far too desperate to see her cum for you, to claim her in the only way you can.

“Fuck, so good,” Wanda moans, her head thrown back against the pillow as you watch, getting off on the sight of her in the throes of pleasure. You curl your fingers and she whimpers, growing wetter under your touch. Your thumb finds its way to her clit, rubbing the swollen bud and making her arch her back with a groan.

"I'm close," Wanda says breathily in between moans, her hips meeting your thrusts almost as desperately as your fingers move inside of her.

"You wanna cum for me?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, please," Wanda begs, her nails digging into your back as she nears her peak.

"Say you're mine," you demand without thinking straight, your eyes locked on her face, anticipating her reaction to your words. "Say you're mine and you can cum."

"Fuck," Wanda gasps, her pussy tightening around your fingers. You smirk at how her body responded to your request. "I'm yours," she breathes out, her arms wrapped around you pulling you in closer. "I'm yours, please."

"Cum for me." With that, the tight coil within Wanda snaps and she bucks her hips up sharply, a guttural moan leaving her lips as she falls apart for you. Her eyebrows are furrowed, her mouth hung open in pleasure as heavenly sounds escape her, and you can feel her walls spasming around you as she rides out her intense orgasm.

Seeing Wanda cum is one of your favorite things in the world, the way she looks when she gets off, the sounds she makes as pleasure racks her body, the way she practically rides your fingers even from underneath you. You briefly think that you could never tire of making this woman fall apart for you, that you could do it for the rest of your life and never want to miss a second of it.

In that moment, you can't help yourself. You lean down to capture her lips with your own, kissing her as she moans into your mouth. What really surprises you is how she kisses you back, her lips moving against yours tenderly, making your head spin.

Kissing Wanda is everything you imagined and more. It feels so right, you almost forget how wrong it is. The rules of your arrangement are the last thing on your mind as she hums into your mouth, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek as she kisses you. You pull away first, not wanting to take more than she's willing to give, despite feeling like you already have.

When she finally comes down from reaching her peak, she opens her eyes, looking up at you with darkened eyes and a lazy smirk on her face. It turns you on even more, the smugness in her expression, and you feel yourself blushing, fighting the urge to look away.

"That was something," she says teasingly and you groan, feeling slightly ashamed at how caught up in the moment you were.

"Don't flatter yourself," you mumble, trying to save face.

As if she can sense your embarrassment, Wanda gives you an out. "You just wanted to feel like you were in control, huh?" She coos, fake pouting as she brushes a strand of hair out of your face. "How cute."

You want nothing more than to shut her up with your lips on hers again, but you hold back, not wanting to break the rules beyond what's already been done.

You pin her wrists above her head in an attempt to regain some kind of control over the situation. There's a flash of something in Wanda's eyes, something unreadable, and before you can determine what it is, she's flipping you over onto your back.

"Uh uh. You've had your fun, it's my turn," she says, straddling your waist, and you can't help but look her over when she's giving you such a delicious view of her naked body in your lap. "You want to be good for me, baby?"

You nod, feeling almost pathetic at how easy it is for her to take back control over you. She moves up your body so her pussy is inches from your face. "Then open your mouth detka," she orders, so close you can smell her arousal, and it drives you crazy. "Make me feel good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You don't need to be told twice, pulling her hips down to meet your mouth, licking a stripe up her pussy before latching onto her clit. You eat her out like a woman starved and you don't stop until she's cum so many times she can't take any more.

When she collapses beside you in the bed, she falls into your hold and you wrap your arm around her without a second thought, keeping her close as she catches her breath. She's too tired to tell you to move away, to leave her room like you usually do when you're done fucking her silly.

You're both aware that you're breaking another rule, but it feels so good, so comforting and warm, that neither of you can find it in you to care. Within minutes, Wanda falls asleep in your arms, and you cherish the feeling of her pressed up against you so intimately, knowing that you may never get this opportunity again.

The next morning, you wake up first, making sure to leave before she stirs and finds you still in her bed. You pull the blankets over her sleeping form, taking a moment to admire her before you reluctantly exit the room.

The sex changes after that; you start staying over more, holding her close after fucking her for hours, kissing her lips to muffle her moans and shut her up when she's teasing you with her smart mouth. You're always gone before she wakes up, scared of how she might act once her high has worn off, worried that once the moment is over, she'll tell you to leave or somehow make you feel bad about breaking the rules.

But she never does bring up the rules, nor does she ever stop you from breaking them. If anything, she kisses you back just as passionately each time and presses her body back against you in the bed as if she's trying to get impossibly closer to you. She tells you she's yours when she's about to cum and she smiles when you whisper "that's right, you're mine" into her hair as you bring her pleasure.

Vision continues to flirt with Wanda and your jealousy doesn't waiver. It isn't until he asks her out on a date that you finally confess your feelings for the brunette, telling her everything you've been holding inside for so long.

You find out from Steve that Vision asked Wanda out and your heart sinks, all you can think is that you hope she said no. You get up from the couch without another word, making your way to Wanda's room, emotions high and clouding any judgment.

You knock on the door and when she opens it, you don't give her any time to greet you first. "Don't go on that date," you blurt out, looking her in the eyes as you speak.

"What are you-" she starts, but you cut her off.

"I heard about Vision. He asked you out right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Don't go out with him," you interrupt again, searching her face for any indication that she might've said yes to the date.

"Why not?" She asks, but something tells you she already knows the reason.

"Because I..." you trail off, working up the courage to tell her the truth. "Because it's me you should be going out with instead, not him," you say quietly, as if you're ashamed of the words coming out of your mouth, as if you feel bad for feeling the way you do for the woman in front of you.

When she doesn't respond, you elaborate. "I like you Wanda, and I'm sorry for breaking the most important rule but it's not like we haven't broken all the others already. I can't help how I feel about you, but if I'm not reading things wrong, I think you like me too," you rush out, holding your breath as you wait for her to say something back.

A soft smile graces her features. "You're not reading things wrong," she says simply, and that's all you need.

You smile before breaking the distance between you, your lips meeting hers in a passionate embrace, pouring all of your feelings into the kiss. You manage to close the door behind you without separating from her and pin her against it, swallowing the whimper she lets out at the feeling of being pushed back against the hard surface.

That night, you don't fuck her.

When you carry her to the bed, you touch her intimately, you bring her pleasure, you make her come undone for you, but it isn’t just sex anymore. You make love to her, no longer hiding your feelings, no longer wondering if she feels the same way.

And the next morning, when you wake up in Wanda’s bed with her curled up against you, you don’t leave.

[wandaslovey]

🚨 new fantasy alert 🚨

okay so we know what it looks like when bunny is ovulating… (see drabble here)

but what about wanda? or natasha? (this one will be about wanda)

wanda who wakes up one morning absolutely feral. her panties are wet - a sticky mess having occurred due to it being her time of month to ovulate.

now, wanda is an expert at self control. if she chooses to, she can ignore the burning urge to pleasure herself, her wife, or bunny. however, that doesn’t mean she has to, does it?

no. today she wants to cave.

she spends the morning gently rousing bunny from her sleep by peppering wet kisses along her neck. once she wakes, wanda rolls on top of her, taking the lead as she begins to remove the pajamas from bunny’s body.

she fucks her all morning, sparing no effort or technique. she uses her tongue, fingers, and a strap. she has bunny in multiple positions, never satisfied with just one. she fucks her for her own pleasure, chasing more and more of that blooming ache in her core.

she doesn’t stop until bunny is sobbing, just on the edge of calling out her safe word.

no effort is spared during the aftercare. she gives plenty of kisses, cuddles and praise, providing just what bunny needs after that.

however, she’s not done. you don’t just ovulate for one day, do you?

day 2, wanda goes the first half of the day ignoring that incessant need to play out the fantasies swirling through her mind. the second half though, once bunny gets home from her classes, wanda is through with reining it in.

when bunny pads over to where wanda was sitting on the couch to greet her, she’s enveloped in wanda’s arms, unable to escape. bunny catches up to where her mind is at in an instant.

“mommy, i can’t. ‘m so sore.” bunny pleads with her, her core throbbing with a dull ache from being fucked so thoroughly just the day before.

wanda pouts, an uncharacteristic gesture. she wasn’t pouting because she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. she’s pouting because she’s still going to get what she wants, and a display of faux sympathy seemed in order.

“oh, bunny. did mommy make you sore?” she coos, tucking some hair behind bunny’s ear.

bunny nods her head, her lip still puckered in a delicate pout. wanda hums sympathetically, pulling bunny closer to her till she straddles her lap.

“i’m sorry, baby love, i didn’t mean to. will you let mommy make you feel better?” she gently tries to coax bunny, her hands rubbing soothing circles on her upper arms. bunny hesitates, unsure of what wanda might have in store. she knew wanda could be utterly sadistic.

with bunny’s hesitance, wanda presses again.

“let me make you feel better, milaya.” her tone is more convincing this time, leaving almost no room for argument.

with no further protest on bunny’s end, wanda gently maneuvers bunny off her lap and lays her on the couch. she takes off her pants and underwear, spreading her legs as much as the back of the couch would allow.

wanda kneels on the floor right up against the couch. she grips firmly onto bunny’s naked thighs, pulling her so her glistening, aching core was just at the edge of the couch cushion.

“mommy’s gonna make it all better, sweet girl.” she murmurs before lowering her head and gently swiping her tongue through her folds. she swirls and laps her tongue over every inch. she’s slow and methodical, never rushing or being too harsh. when she fucks her tongue inside of her dripping hole, its gentle and sweet. she hums against her cunt, periodically sprinkling praise in the mix. she coaxes multiple orgasms from bunny, the aching in her core long forgotten by the time wanda was done.