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messy girlfriends wanda x reader

warnings: smoking, dom reader, subby wanda, messy gfs, petnames, soft sex, wanda being a little minx.

You lit another fag in your mouth, taking it between your lips. The brunette wrapped her arms around your bare chest. "Mm.. Good morning too you too" she groaned, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck.

You tilted your head to give her better access, "Fuck babygirl" you mumbled softly. Your hand reached for a lighter from the nightstand.

Wanda continued to leave love bites on your neck, you knew there would be marks later. You couldn't lie, you loved to see how possessive your girl got, and all the little marks she'd leave for you to discover.

"Mine" she grumbled, her teeth piercing through your skin, a shaky breath escaped your lips. "All yours, baby" a warm smile present on your face, you knew what she needed to hear.

You were familiar with the brunette's tactics and how possessive she'd get the morning after. You didn't mind letting your cuddly little bug have her way with you. To be honest, it amused you to see just how clingy she would get.

Wrapped in your thoughts, you failed to notice that the brunette had worked her way down to your chest. Her thumb rolled over your hardened bud. You let out a soft groan. "Fuck don't tease me..." You murmured, lighting the fag.

There was a smirk on your girlfriend's face, Wanda knew just what she was doing. Her other finger traced painfully light circles around your nipple, a soft whine escaped your lips, and you inhaled the smoke.

Out of nowhere, Wanda pinched your other bud which caused a coughing fit. The smoke escaped your mouth followed by wheezing. She smirked, her gaze darkening as you raised an eyebrow at her, curious to see where she was going with this.

You shot her a warning gaze, you were the one in control here, not her.

Wanda wrapped her tongue around your nipple while her finger twisted the other. You couldn't stop your back from arching in response. "W-wanda please, baby" You groaned, you needed her.

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Maddie Buckley x Fem!Reader

"Maddie" your voice spoke softly, not wanting to frighten the brunette. "Hm? What is it babes? Maddie hummed, her back to you.

Maddie was in the process of making pasta for dinner when you came home. The strong scent of marinara sauce filled your nose. Maddie was focused on making sure the food didn't burn that she didn't notice your teary-eyed figure hovering behind her.

You loved her food, more than her brother (whom you worked with)'s cooking. Buck is an amazing firefighter but that man can not cook for the love of god.

You sniffle softly, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend to hug her from behind. Your head rested on her shoulder. This immediately concerned Maddie, noticing you aren't your usual bubbly self.

How could you be? Everything was getting in your way and you were upset. People walking to slow, everyone bumping into you. Creepy old men staring at you.

"Sweetheart?" Maddie questioned, turning around to see your red eyes and tears streaming down your face. You couldn't hold it anymore, today had been so awful and it didn't help that your anxiety was through the roof.

Maddie's hand arose to wipe your tears. "Shh, it's okay baby. Wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Maddie asked, already having an idea of the thoughts that resided in your head.

You shook your head no, not ready to talk about it just yet. You weren't even sure you could get the words out of your mouth. Plus it wasn't that big of deal, you thought.

Maddie noticed your silence and decided to change the subject, giving you time to process. "Hey baby, can you set the table for me while I finish up this pasta? Or do you wanna eat dinner in the living room so we can watch Winnie the pooh?

Immediately you light up at the suggestion to watch your favorite movie with that silly old bear. "The live action one?" You said getting all excited. Maddie loved seeing you like that, she was happy that she could distract you from your thoughts for a moment. "Mhm, whatever you want babes." Maddie spoke, stirring the pasta.

a/n: this has been a draft for a long while and i can't bring myself to finish it but i hope you people enjoy!

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i luv da lil people's on my phownenwnwqn!!!! just wnanns squishxhshsh yall n put yuh in mah pocket 😌😌

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🐈‍⬛ cottage villager wanda x forest fairy reader

a village girl (wanda) living on her own, in the middle of a isolated forest meets a not so subtle fairy (y/n) and this is their story. (:

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𖦹ׂ 𓈒 🐇 ／ ⋆ ۪sneaky spies

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Gay people don’t say I love you they say “this…this job takes a lot, but you know what it gives? It gives me you.”

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oh my, this is so good babes!! not only is the storyline interesting but the way you wrote it, the words and phrases you chose to use, it's so inspiring!! i'm shocked this is your first fic because it is written so beautifully >▪︎<

Precious

pairing: 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 ༝༝ 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

summary: your bunny slips through the crack of your front door and you run after her in hopes of catching the pet again. You get lost but your time still ticks, nightfall inching closer and closer as you inevitably sink further into the woods. Luckily, your eyes spot a cabin, and you become acquaintances with the unusual redhead that resides there.

warnings: dubcon, filthy smutty smut smut, HEAVYYYY dacryphilia, groping, dry humping, praise kink, thigh riding (r receiving), mid writing, wanda is lowkey a sadist, slightly unhinged crazy yet loveable and sexy cabin wanda, age gap > r is 20 w is 32

A/N: first fic!!! hi… im very new to writing fics so please be nice ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა (i wrote this listening to a true crime documentary idk)

kind of a messy plot but I still hope my little freaks enjoy…… and I’m also sorry this took longer than expected I just kept contemplating if it was good or absolute shit </3

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this is a dark fic. 18+. wlw. men & minors dni!

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It’s getting pretty late…

You think to yourself, hugging your shoulders as you look up at the overcast sky.

How did I end up here in the first place?

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You move a leaf to the side and pick the fresh strawberry that was stashed there, rinsing it in your small bucket of water and taking a mouthful of the delicious treat.

You hear a shuffle beside you. Turning your head, you see a white bunny hiding behind one of your sunflower pots. You smile and place another strawberry onto the ground before slowly walking away. Your eyes relish how cute the little animal is as they chomp away at your colourful fruit.

You stand in the corner of your garden and decide from then on, you’d feed the hungry bunnies that would stroll into your neighbourhood.

A few days pass and you quickly became friends with two specific bunnies who you named Clover and Daisy. You eventually took them in as your own, rottenly spoiling both of the creatures. You loved having them around because living alone in a small town that was an hour away from the city can definitely become lonely.

“This tastes like candy to you doesn’t it Daisy?” You say as you hold out your hand and watch her nibble it up. The fur around her mouth is stained purple, you laugh at the sight.

“Okay that’s enough blueberries for tonight! You’ll get sick if you keep eating those.” You click the plastic container shut, standing up and walking into your kitchen. You place the container in the side compartment of your fridge for tomorrow and stroll back into your living room.

Your brows furrow. Daisy is gone. Daisy and Clover are such good bunnies, they never leave your sight for more than a minute. You assume she ran to her sister Clover, but your eyes widen in horror when you see your front door slightly more cracked open than it was before you left.

You anxiously open your phone and dial your best friend Frankie. You ramble to her about how stupid you felt for leaving the door open, like you are an irresponsible parent who’s no smarter than a bag of rocks. She calmly tells you to go look for Daisy and that she’ll come over as soon as she can to watch Clover.

“Thank you so so much, Frankie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sigh in relief, a hand pressed over your chest. You feel your heart jump underneath your palm and your lips trembling with every breath.

“It’s no problem, Y/N/N. Now go look for that bunny, I’ll be over in 5.”

“Bye, thank you again..” You hang up the phone and dart out the door. You frantically look through your shrubs and call her name, but a bright white spot in your peripheral steals your attention.

There she is, bouncing her way into the open forest across the road from you. As soon as she hops out of your view you race towards her, carelessly running past two moving cars. You ignore the frustrated yelling and the beeping horns, continuing to boost into daisies direction.

“DAISY! WAIT!!”

You yell, but your shouting only seems to spur her on. You run after her and neither of you lose pace. You turn corners, run through mud and almost slip doing so at least two times. The animal suddenly picks up it’s speed, turning abruptly and disappearing into a thick bush. You get on your knees and practically rip this bush to shreds, but she was already long gone. Daisy is no more.

You feel tears sting your eyes, ears and cheeks becoming hot from your stress. You sniffle and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your jacket. You knew it was impossible to look for her now. That bunny became your life in just a couple of days, she felt like a childhood pet. The thought of never seeing her again made your heartstrings tie themselves into knots.

You lose the path you were on but you couldn’t care less. You lost your beloved bunny baby; life is no longer worth living. You wonder if Clover’s okay, and how exactly you’d break the news to her.

So lost and full of woe, mind not even switched on, you didn’t notice the thick tree root in front of you until you stub your foot against it and fall forward. You wince and slowly stand up again. Dusting the crunchy leaves off of your clothes, you use the back of your hand to wipe the dripping bead of blood from your cheekbone.

Great, a cut. I’ll have to clean that up when I get home..

You wonder aimlessly with your head hung low. A brisk breeze that brushes past you is what makes you finally look up.

You hug your shoulders as you stare at the gloomy airspace. The sun isn’t beaming, only a variation of different grey clouds flood the sky.

A person? This far out on in the woods?

Wanda thinks. She watches you with a deranged, curious look as you weave yourself through the webs and bushes, seemingly extra careful about tree roots.

You look up from the ground, scanning the area around you and pause when you see the warm glow of her cabin.

My god, she’s gorgeous.

She takes a swift step back so she’s not in the frame of the window anymore, her brows furrowing. She stares at the wall, she hasn’t seen an actual person in so long.

What is a girl like you doing traipsing in the woods?

She peeks again and now you’re making your way over, big wary eyes cautiously examining your surroundings. A shiver rocks through you as you cough into your elbow, then using that arm to place three firm knocks on the door.

You sigh while you wait for someone to answer the door. You switch from tippy toes to the heel of your feet in a nervous manner. The cabin looks great, almost pristine, there’s no way it’s abandoned.

You feel stupid for going into a cabin in the woods. It’s like some dumb movie; you’re just hoping you don’t end up dead. You expect to see an old, wrinkled man the size of a third grader, but your eyes widen when a tall red headed woman swings the door open. You stutter, stunned that a woman like her would live in a place so isolated.

Holy shit, she’s fine.

“Hi, um.. I know it’s a lot to ask but can I stay here for a little bit? I… got lost.” You fiddle with your fingers. She chuckles as she crosses her arms, biting her lip and letting her eyes run up and down your fidgety figure.

“No it’s not asking anything at all. It’s not like I get visitors very often.” She moves to the side and welcomes you in. You look up at her and mumble a small thank you, slowly stepping inside her warm homestead.

The smell of firewood burning and sweet lavender conquer your senses. The comforting atmosphere relaxes you despite how unfamiliar it is. You kick off your boots and grab them so you can neatly place them next to the door. She shuts the door and clicks it locked, quietly making her way over to what looks like her kitchen.

You drink in the sight around you. A tall, cobblestone fireplace lined up against the wall with wood already burning inside of it. A soft lounge suite with a fluffy mat sitting right underneath it. There’s a short hallway and two doors, one you assume leading into her bedroom and the other probably being her bathroom.

One thing you notice in particular is a painting, one with two women sitting on a red velvet couch. One is dressed in white, the other is dressed in black and they both have lace blindfolds wrapped around their heads.

Their Victorian dresses were detailed and long, their lips so close but afraid to touch and give in.

You look away and clench your fists. Your face is now hot, when you entered a remote cabin in the woods, a gay victorian painting was the last thing you expected.

“Take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” The woman’s hoarse voice echoes through the room. Your ears perk up when they catch a touch of an accent.

Is she some type of Russian? That’s hot.

Your anxious form shifts over to her couch to sit down. You sigh in relief, your aching bones melting into the man made cloud that was this woman’s sofa.

“So what’s your name, milaya?” The woman hands you a cup. Your cold fingers feel fuzzy against the hot mug, shuffling back further into her couch so you can sit up comfortably.

“Y/N. You?”

“Wanda.”

A small smile sits on her face that is on some level, disturbing. It’s such a beautiful smile but you can feel something is not right with her. Your intuition has never made itself more distinct, it was less noticeable when you were walking alone outside.

The room feels like it’s getting smaller, the claustrophobia whips the air right out of your lungs. Your eyes flicker between hers. The room starts to spin. Your ears start to ring. Before you could pass out cold, she cups your chin, the gentle gesture pulling you out of your panicked state.

“That’s a nasty cut isn’t it? Would you like me to take care of that?” She says, her tone coaxing. Your curious eyes linger on her,

Why is this stranger being so generous?

If someone entered your home and needed to stay the night, you’d tell them to get lost. She caresses your face softly while she stares at the wound on your cheekbone.

“No it’s oka-“ She suddenly pushes a finger to the wound, forcing you to wince and pull away from her. She looks at you in a way you can’t describe, your reaction seemingly piqueing her interest. Her pupils dilate but not enough for you to notice. You look at her with fearful eyes and think to yourself,

Who would do that?

“Actually, that would be nice. Thank you..”

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Your eyes switch between the steaming drink in your hand and the obviously unhinged redhead sitting next to you. Her aura is intimidating, but you convince yourself it’s paranoia.

I’m in a remote cabin deep in the woods.

Who wouldn’t be unsettled? She’s nice and she helped you…stop being dumb Y/N!

“Thank you again for cleaning my cut, Wanda.” You try to strike up a conversation, but all you’re met with is painful silence. She watches your lips touch the ring of the porcelain teacup in your hand, then moving her eyes up to meet your own.

“You’re very observant aren’t you?” You refer to her endless stare, disguising your discomfort with a small chuckle. Her smile widens.

"Fascinuješ ma, miláčik.” “You fascinate me, darling.”

Your brows squeeze together. You wish you could understand what she said, but it felt rude asking her to repeat that in English. You result in shyly looking away and focus on your dangling feet.

Her hand occasionally runs down your back or strokes your arm. Her icy featherlight touches cause goosebumps to ride over your skin. She notices your eyes following her fingers, a mischief smirk hiking up her cheeks.

“You’re so lucky I’m here to help you, dear. What was a girl like you doing in the woods all alone?” Her hand lands on your knee, slowly climbing up closer to your heat and lightly massaging the flesh there. You squirm when she inches closer to your mound, but you’re in her home. She could do anything to you if you said something that upset her.

What if she’s just being nice? I don’t want to offend her…

“I- uh- I was hunting?” You try to paint yourself as tough but fail spectacularly; you can tell by the way she squints her eyes when she hears your answer.

“If that were true, you’d have hunting gear on you, sweetie.” She moves your hair to the other side of your neck to expose the milky skin there. She gawks at your neck like a predator creeping on her prey, ready to pounce on you at any given moment.

The thought of biting and licking at your silky skin and the vivid image of you biting your plush pink lips made her tremble with desire.

You shrink, staring at the drink in your hands and feeling a strike of vulnerability as you quietly say the words, “I was chasing a bunny..”

“Aww aren’t you precious?” She praises. She toys with the soft threads of your hair, your cheeks glowing a rosy pink from her comment. Her hand squeezes your thigh more roughly, the unexpected act making you jump.

“Such a pretty thing.” She whispers to herself. You don’t catch her words, so you hum and tilt your head, showing your confusion in hopes she would repeat herself.

“Oh… nothing.” She quickly replaces her shock with a crooked grin. Your lips stretch into a small and nervous smile, slowly putting the cup to your mouth again.

A few more moments of silence are present. The crackling of burning wood and the crickets chirping in the distance gave you a chance to finally breathe, although you still struggle to ignore her invasive presence.

“Put the drink down.” You look at her in surprise. You stutter, taken aback by her orders but don’t dare ask any questions. You lick your lips and shuffle, leaning forward to sit the drink on her coffee table. You then move back against the couch and stare into the orange flames in front of you.

“Do you like when people are rough with you, angel?”

You freeze hearing her question. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear ever so gently, grinning when she sees the sheer terror written on your face. There was something eerie about the way she had asked you, a corrupted little twinkle beaming from her eyes.

“Well, no.. N-Not really why?” Your voice is shaking. You know for sure now that this woman is not in her right mind. She could be capable of doing anything and you wouldn’t expect it. She flashes you a charming smile as she continues to twirl and play with your hair, leaning closer to you before whispering,

“Can I tell you a secret?” Your breath hitches softly and your body tenses at the close proximity. You refuse to look at her. You cement your eyes to the flickering fire in front of you. Her hand smoothly travels from your thigh to the zip of your corduroy jacket, slowly pulling down at the metal teeth to reveal your white v-neck shirt and ruby necklace. The sound of your zipper in the unsettling silence makes your skin crawl. You could almost hear the ominous, suspenseful background music. You don’t know what would happen if you deny her, so you hesitantly nod your head.

“I like hurting people… Especially pretty toys like you. I haven’t done it in a long time though.” Her eyes hungrily take in your chilled expression. You gulp when she pulls the jacket off of your shoulders and throws to the side.

“I love to see girls cry, tears running down their sweet little faces…” Her hands rub your upper arms soothingly as she rubbed her nose into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent. You found yourself unable to move or respond, giving in to her game and listening to her sick train of thought.

“Can I make you cry, please, sweet girl?” She mumbles into your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. Your breathing becomes heavier, needing her so very badly you start to tune out the blaring alarms in your head.

“Wanda listen-” She moves on top of you. She situates herself between your legs giving you no chance to close them, running her hands up and down your thighs. It all happened so fast.

“Pretty please? You’d look so good..” She becomes breathless at the thought, lunging forward and forcefully pushing her lips onto yours. Her lips feel pillowy and soft against yours, she smells of sweet vanilla and a smoky but subtle cinnamon; the mix makes your brain go dizzy with want. She tangles her hands with yours so she can pin your frantic ones onto the couch. Butterflies dance in your stomach, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Her kiss is rough but somehow so soft at the same time, the conflicted feeling makes your heart flutter.

She puts all her body weight onto you, grinding her crotch into yours while moaning your name in a high pitch while she murmurs praises into your mouth. “You’re so fucking cute,” “It’s gonna feel so so good, just let me touch you..”

She slides her tongue across your lip, silently telling you to open your mouth. She angrily tightens her grip on your hands when you groan and clench your jaw shut, forbidding her access.

“Open your mouth, or I’ll find another way to make it stay open.” You whine quietly, slowly opening your mouth and letting her slide in. You whimper and squirm when her hands land on your hips, guiding you to grind against her knee.

“There you go, so so pretty grinding on me like that..” You grab handfuls of her sweater, the fabric of your cotton panties rubbing against you creating the perfect friction. You softly moan her name, back arching while hiding your face in her neck, ashamed how riled up you are from being taken advantage of. One of her hands move from your hip to your thigh, exploring the rest of your body before snaking up your stomach to grope at your breasts.

“Fuck,” She whimpers before biting down on your lip. She twists and teases your nipples between her fingers, feasting on the sight of your pathetic writhing.

“Wanda!” Your movements against her thigh become more frantic, so blissed out you couldn’t care about how needy and dumb you must look.

Your hands advance to her biceps, clutching onto her as you try reach the high you so deeply crave. Your heart thuds in your chest, sweat glistening on your forehead and gasping for air. Your tears soak her shirt, hating yourself for giving in to her but also not willing to stop.

“Cum, make a mess for me bunny..” Her hand grabs your chin and holds it still. You foolishly kept trying to turn your head, but your actions cease when her hand moves from your chin to wrap around your throat.

“Look at me when you cum.” She forces her face impossibly closer to yours, jutting out her jaw and admiring the sparkling tears falling from your eyes. Her breathing becomes ragged listening to your whines and sobs, the throb between her legs intensifying.

“I don’t want to..”

“I don’t care if you want to or not. I won’t let you move until you do.”

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll to the back of your head, her cruel words somehow pushing you over the edge. Everything becomes white, your thighs shake and your body tenses. Waves of pleasure crash down on you, the euphoric feeling pulsing through you from head to toe.

She eagerly watches you fall apart from your first climax, knowing that she’s not even halfway done with you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes struggling to stay open and arms spread over the couch.

She carefully pushes her knee further into your pussy, your pleas and protests only making her more excited for what she plans next.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, angel.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMERICA'S ASS, STEVEN GRANT ROGERS (July 4th, 1918)

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an edit :)

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brb sobbing screaming crying throwing up rn

"What's one thing this job has given you?"

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「 ✦ Take Me To Bed ✦ 」

relationship: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: oral (r receiving), pet names, mentions of subspace, breastplay, light degradation (r receiving), praise (r receiving), oral fixation, nonverbal r, cuddling, aftercare, tickling, mommy kink.

words: 161

18+, minors & men dni

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wanda's tongue hovered over your bud, she flicked and abused your nipple with her mouth. taking the other in her hand, tracing light circles around it. "bunny, stay still" wanda grunted, feeling you twist below her.

you were trying your best to stay still but it was so damn hard with all wanda was doing to your body. "bunny, i thought i said to let me do all the thinking. i don't want you worrying your pretty little head about anything. just focus on my lips, baby." wanda sighed, seeing your spaced out eyes.

god, you were so perfect and she just wanted to treat her little baby with caution but the other, darker part of her wanted to use her fucktoy and fuck you deeper into subspace.

your shaky breaths brought her back, you were so cute. she smirked when she saw you biting your lip to stiffle your moans, "baby, i wanna hear you" she groaned, bringing her hand up to your lip. parting the two with a swipe of her thumb. you took this as a sign to suck on it.

you had an oral fixation and wanda loved it, she loved using your pretty little mouth. she felt your tongue wrap around her finger but she had other plans. "bunny, can i get my finger back, pretty girl? hm?" wanda cooed. your tongue spat out her finger. she chuckled softly "such a good girl!" wanda praised, her hands running down your sides.

her touches light as a feather, it sent a chill down your spine. your eyes fixated on her breasts. wanda smiled, seeing your glossy eyes stuck on her chest. "is there something you want, bunny?" wanda raised an eyebrow. your eyes still on your girlfriend's chest. 

wanda's gaze soften, realizing how deep you might be in subspace. wanda rested a hand on your cheek, "hey pretty girl, can you use your words for me? show mommy that you can use your words, babygirl" wanda whispered against you.

no response fills the silence, wanda's hand scratches your scalp. you sigh softly, as she shifts on the bed, pulling you against her chest. "we're done playing right now, bunny. you were so good for me, baby." wanda leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

wanda didn't want to push your boundaries so she decided this was a good place to stop for tonight. you were her best girl and she loves you more than you'll ever know.

you nuzzled your head against her chest, burying your face in the crook of her neck. this warmed wanda's heart, to see your clinginess. how you want to be closer to her- even though it wasn't physically possible.

wanda sighed softly, in contempt. everything was perfect, she had her girl in her arms and in her favorite headspace.

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wanda's tongue swiped her finger as she turned to the next page in her book. her finger pushed up her reading glasses. you shuffled in her arms, you eyes fluttered against her. your head rose from her neck. wanda smiled at your sleepy demeanor, as you brought your hands up to rub your eyes. you yawned softly.  “ah, ah, ah! that's not good for your eyes, bunnny.” wanda spoke, you pouted in response. “come on baby, don't want you to damage your eyes.” wanda groaned. 

your pout faded, replaced with a goofy grin. wanda raised a hand to give you head scratches. you sighed softly against her. wanda picked up her book mark, marking where she left off and placed her book down on her nightstand. “what's got you smiling, my baby?” wanda hummed. 

“you! you look so adorable with your little reading glasses and your book!” you giggled. “oh? am i the cute one, bunny?” wanda cooed, her hands finding their way to your sides. her fingers started to tickle you. you squirmed on her “mommy! mommy! stop mommy- that tickles!!” you giggled. “am i not being adorable anymore detka?” wanda smirked, seeing you squirm on top of you. 

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"emily..." her voice trailed off as emily's lips ghosted her neck. jj's mind was racing, her heart throbbing, she's wanted this for so long but all she can think about is her husband whom she is betraying by allowing herself this moment of long awaited joy.

"jayje?" emily spoke hesitatly, knowing what was occupying the blonde's mind. "it's okay i-" emily began to talk right as jj cut her off, jj's hand in emily's. "no. em, i do want this. i want you. just let me break things off with will first? then we can have our happy ending?" jj bit her lip.

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there was a knock at emily's door. who could it be? it was 11pm at night and she wasn't expecting anyone. emily arose form her couch, grabbing a knife from her kitchen just in case. she peaked through her peephole to find a teary eyed jj standing outside. immediately emily put down the knife and unlocked the door.

"jayje.." emily sighed, holding the small girl against her. she closed the door behind them. jj's arms wrapped around the taller woman. "i did it. i did it em, so please let me have this, let me finally have you.." jayje sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe her tears.

emily didn't want to do this if jj was upset, she didn't want jj to feel like they had to do it just because she broke things off with her husband.

"jayje, you're obviously upset, i would be taking advantage of you. you know i want you, want this, but not like this. let's sleep on it, alright babes?" emily spoke softly, running her hands through the blonde's silky hair.

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Where do we go now?

ship: boss!aaron hotchner x agent!gn!reader

warnings: slight angst, hurt feelings, slight smut, kissing, hickeys, shit at communicating so hotch has a mini outburst, hurt/comfort, r confesses their love, reader has a uterus.

a/n: yes a gracie abrams reference

words: 395

"fuck... this- this is so wrong" you sigh softly. "if it's so wrong, then why are we doing this? aaron mumbled against you, his lips on your neck, biting and sucking on it. taking the skin in between his teeth and leaving purple marks on your neck. you tilt your head, giving him better access, groaning softly.

"y-you're my boss." you groaned against him, turning around to face him. his hand trails down, loosening each button on your blouse. "no one has know" aaron mumbled against you, removing his own shirt. revealing his in shape stomach, memorized by his abs. your hands trace the six pack. aron chuckles softly seeing you so turned on by his strength. "see something you like?" aaron smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about" you huffed softly. "y/n." he said, finally fed up with this confusing game you were playing with him. aaron paused his actions and his gaze met yours, he looked more serious. "do you want this, y/n? please tell me because i honestly cannot tell. it's like a guessing game and i don't want to play games with you y/n. do you want this. yes or no?" aaron spoke.

"i-i" you stuttered, caught off guard by his words, definitely not expecting this. you didn't realize he felt like this, you were so focused on yourself that you didn't stop to think how he felt about this.

"y/n" he sighed, holding your hand in his. "aaron, i do want you. i want meaningful sex with you and love and to experience life with you because you are an amazing human being and I'm sorry if I made you feel like anything less." your eyes begin to tear up.

"oh, baby..." aaron mumbled softly, holding you in his arms. he craddled you in his arms as his hands found it's way to your hair, twiddling his fingers in it. you trace circles on his back to sooth your anxieties and big feelings.

after a while, you hear aaron's voice. "you feeling better, baby?" aaron asked softly. you bite your lip "i'm okay. how about you ar? i'm sorry i made you upset.." you apologized, feeling a tad bit guilty about earlier. "oh, don't worry about that, baby. i'm okay. we just have to work on better communicate, alright?" aaron spoke. you nodded in response.

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