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[gingerninja-93]

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[gingerninja-93]

Honestly i think confident MILF Wanda is deffo the hottest by far now.

𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌.

wanda maximoff's sons have soccer practice, while she spends some time with their young and ridiculously good-looking coach in the equipment closet.

──── ♥ pairing. milf!wanda x buff!footballcoach!reader

──── ♥ cont. sub!wanda, dom!reader, reader has a penis, shameless smut, blowjobs, thirsting, you are weak in the knees and the heart for milfy!wanda, possesiveness

──── ♥ note. saw lizzie's oscar look and got this whole idea lmao. i am swimming in requests but here this is anyways. sue me lol.

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 ���𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

every saturday, tommy and billy maximoff have football practice.

it may seem like a hassle to some parents, having to take the time out of their day to drive their kids to this place and that, but for this particular lesson, wanda doesn't mind.

the reasoning for her sweet relief doesn't lie entirely within helping her darling boys play their favourite sport, as strange as that sounds. truthfully, the answer would lean slightly more towards the person that coaches them in that sport.

but, who could blame wanda?

after all, her boys' football coach was just about the biggest heartthrob she'd ever seen.

bronzed skin kissed by the sun, expanding over broad shoulders and a sturdy figure. biceps and triceps so prominent it was nearly blinding, and forearms so structured it made architects weep. wanda felt as if you were a greek god come to life, with an unfairly charming smile and large, large hands.

wanda knew she wasn't the only one, after all, thirsting over the classic young, hot, athletic coach. 

now, watching you be surrounded by the younger moms with their kids, hanging off your every word, wanda couldn’t help but feel a bubbling feeling of jealousy rise in her.

wanda maximoff had never been a pushover.

"okay, so when scoring a goal you’re going to find small windows or open spaces. don’t wait for the perfect opportunity, take every chance you get.” you explained to the group of kids grouped in front of you in the hot sun.

“there’s no windows in football!” tommy maximoff helpfully piped up. the lively seven-year-old student of yours was always full of energy, quite unlike his twin, billy, who was generally more reserved and quiet.

you cracked a laugh at his response, before feeling a pair of eyes on you from behind. sitting in the court side benches was mrs. maximoff, with her dazzling smile, looking directly in your line of vision.

you gulped. god, as much as you loved teaching her kids, she was something else entirely. the way her exposed thighs were shining in the hot sun made your throat run dry. when mrs. maximoff gave you a playful wink, you felt something throb in your pants.

i swear to god, y/n l/n, if you get a boner in front of these seven-year olds i’ll kill you.

gratifyingly, you managed to evade the embarrassing situation, instead letting them practice goals on their own for a while. 

as all the little kids were running around in the hot sun, you retreated to a sheltered corner to grab a drink. wiping the sweat off your forehead, you nearly jumped a metre high into the air when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“didn’t mean to scare you, sorry darling.” mrs. maximoff said with a wry grin, sitting herself down next to you. you’re more than welcome to have her, noting the way her eyes raked over your taller, sweaty form. interesting.

“s’alright, mrs. maximoff. how’s your day been going?” you ask, attempting to strike up casual conversation. you ignore your heart beating faster in your chest.

wanda chuckles, leaning back with a sigh. “tiring, i suppose. extremely hot weather, though. summer is a blessing and a curse.” you’re about to agree with her wholeheartedly, before wanda’s casually unbuttoning her blouse. you choke on your words.

she’s absolutely mesmerizing. your eyes can’t seem to stray from her newly-exposed cleavage, accentuating her breasts and the pink bra that peeks through. it’s awful, you know, that your mind is running wild at the sight of the curve of her breast, but you can’t seem to help it.

the two of you spend some time, sitting on that bench, watching as the kids try and fail to kick the ball successfully within the goalposts. it’s almost therapeutic. until……

“look out!”

before you can react, the corner of your eye catches the sight of a stray ball. 

it’s flying towards wanda and the drink in her hand, and by some miracle your goalkeeper senses are awakened seconds before it can touch her.

an arm flying out to stop the ball, you miraculously catch it with one hand at such a high pace. your hand flexes with the fierce catch, a well-muscled forearm now in wanda’s direct line of vision. time’s frozen for a second, as you watch wanda’s shocked face, almost blushing too. you’d never felt more cool.

but after your goalkeeper instincts kick in, your teacher instincts kick in, and you stand up to speak to the careless kid. before you can leave, wanda tugs on your arm. you spin around and you nearly faint.

unbeknownst to you, the drink in wanda’s hand had split with the impact of the ball, and it was all over her blouse now. to add insult to injury, it easily seeped through the thin material of the white blouse, basically making it transparent, baring to your eyes what was underneath. 

the yells of the kids fade out as you stare at the wanda, shell-shocked. you can see…… everything.

despite wanda’s face of worry, you swear there’s a hint of deviousness in there, almost as if she planned to have her drink there. you shake your head. i’m goin’ mad in the sun, you think.

“i-uh, let’s get you some clean clothes, mrs. maximoff. sorry about the kids, i-”

“no worries," wanda answers promptly, holding on to your forearm. "don't want anyone else to see," she whispers, effectively hiding behind you as you lead her to the equipment closet.

the consequences of this, however, lie in the fact that you can feel wanda's nipples pressing into your back, small and hard and rubied. the searing heat in your pants is almost unbearable now.

calm down, it's not a big deal. 

wanda's hand trails over the expanse of your back when the two of you reach the equipment closet, and you unintentionally shudder under her touch. you pretend you don’t notice the smirk on her face.

you shake your head vigorously, resisting the urge to slap your hands to your cheeks. she’s just my students’ mom, you think, swearing you don’t care about how close the two of you are.

when wanda’s ass brushes against your crotch. it takes every cell of your existence not to rip off your goddamn shorts and start fucking her against the wall. you’d never been so riled up.

“here’s some clean clothes. sorry about the size, though.” you mumble, averting your eyes when wanda tries to look at you. you shove the clothes into her hands, eyes fixated on a football on the shelf. 

“help me with the button?” wanda asks, and you spin around, then you nearly choke. again.

she’s taken off her blouse, exposing her chest to your hungry eyes. the lacy pink bra is the object of your desires, distracting you in every sense imaginable. at this point, you couldn’t give a flying fuck about your boner. you know she’s as turned on as you.

"i get it, sweetheart, you're a young adult with needs, hm?" wanda asks in a sultry voice, walking up to you ever so slowly. 

you swallow, not trusting yourself to speak. all you can do is stare at wanda with a haze in your eyes. 

her hands reach the straining tent in your pants. it's erect, forming a bulge so huge wanda can barely cup all of it in her hands. 

your breathing becomes ragged as wanda traces her fingertips along the bulge. you're looking down as she gets on her knees, eyelids fluttering.

she licks her lips. 

"let me help you with that," wanda whispers, casting a look upwards. you bite back a low groan at her expression, so ready to pleasure you and take your length into her pliant mouth.

you raise an eyebrow in a challenge, staring down with dark eyes, and wanda is more than quick to rid of your shorts, admiring the sheer size of your fully-erect cock.

the tip is a cherry red, precum already leaking, and she eagerly laps up the remaining residue. you let out a moan, hands twisting into her scalp as you pull her mouth closer.

nothing could describe the euphoria you felt when wanda first wrapped her lips around your cock, clinging onto your tensed quadriceps to steady herself.

"shit," you groaned, throwing your head back, tugging onto wanda's locks of hair firmer. she let out a moan from the back of her throat, releasing your cock from her lips with a 'pop'.

moving on to languidly trail her tongue along your shaft, wanda showed off experienced skill in the way she maneuvered her way around your cock, teasing you up and down then licking at the slit.

fuck, you were close. really, really, close.

wanda was relentless in her ministrations, bringing you so close to the edge in such a short time. when she began deepthroating you, gagging prettily onto your cock, you’re sent tumbling over that edge with no safety net under.

“shit, mrs. maximoff,” you breathe, holding the sides of her flushed face, locking gazes with dilated pupils.

she gets up, slowly, brushing off her knees as if she hadn’t just brought you to a kaleidoscopic orgasm. “i’ll take my leave now, coach. the boys-”

you don’t grant her access to the exit, before you’re roughly pulling her back in for something more than just a blowjob.

after that racy encounter with wanda, the two of you seem to end up in the equipment closet a lot more. you’re making excuses, you know, pathetic, but you somehow manage to convince yourself you could ever have wanda maximoff.

you get to know her more, along the way, that her birthday is february 10, and her comfort food is parikash, and she’s sokovian, but her accent hardly ever makes its appearance anymore.

to you, wanda maximoff is more than a quick fuck, or a stress reliever. it’s stupid, you know, because she’s a divorced single mom with two kids and whole lot of responsibilities, and you’re nothing more than someone with too much love.

your role in her life is ambiguous to you. you sometimes wish you could dive into her brain to find out just what you are, but for now you have to be content with what you are. 

the first time wanda brings you back home, you're more than eager to repay every favour she's given you. 

she's hardly even unlocked the front door before you're lifting her up from the back of her thighs and up the stairs, making her so wet with that effortless, unyielding strength of yours.

it isn't long before you toss her onto the bed - the bed she used to sleep in with her ex-husband, the bed she spent hours masturbating on to the thought of you, the bed you were now devouring her on.

wanda doesn't know what she's done to deserve this, to deserve your deliciously thick cock ramming into her wet cunt, your hot mouth whispering affectionates into her ear, the silver chain on your neck dangling with each fiery thrust.

she's obsessed with the way your tattooed back muscles flex and move as you pound into her. she tries to forge it into her memory, 

you're relentless, gripping her plush thighs and pressing her knees to her head. you know she takes yoga lessons and you haven't been more thankful for that flexibility. 

wanda's spread entirely open for you, completely bare, all dripping and vulnerable, and you think you might just die.

that night, you make wanda see constellations she'd never witnessed, make her cum so hard wanda thought she might pass out, and simply take her.

that night was one that etched itself into both of your memories, of heat and fervour and lust and love.

love, those three words neither of you would dare to admit, of unsaid confessions and buried feelings.

when you lay beside a passed-out wanda, your own boundless stamina weary, you suppress the urge to stroke gently at her hair. it takes everything in you to not kiss her forehead and murmur things you'd always regret.

your heart was swelling, growing bigger each time you saw wanda maximoff, but she had little space in her life for you. 

but for now, you wouldn’t care if it came back to hit you in the face.

for now, wanda maximoff would be everything to you, and maybe that would suffice.

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recently watched ant man, and i swear there was something going on with jentorra and cassie... or maybe that's my syndrome of seeing every fictional woman as lesbian LMAO hope yall enjoyed this, the fic i'll be writing next is probably this :)

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[gingerninja-93]

Wanda: Bucky just came out as a homosapian

Y/N: Nahooo

Wanda: Yes

Y/N: Nahoooo

Wanda: He did

Y/N: Well I'm not surprised. He kind of gives me homosapien vibes. Does Nat know?

Wanda: Yes. (Tries to hold in her laughter.)

Y/N: I bet she's heartbroken. (Y/N goes to Nat and hugs her.)

Nat: What?

Y/N: I'm so sorry Nat.

Nat: Why?

Wanda trying her best not to laugh

Y/N: Bucky came out as a homosapien.

Nat: You know what a homosapien is don't you?

Y/N: Of course I do Nat.

Nat: You're one

Y/N: Nahooo

Y/N walks away questioning everything as Nat and Wanda burst out laughing.

Just a lil something to make you laugh baby @aloneodi

[gingerninja-93]

Y/N: Let's just take a moment to appreciate the beauty that is Wanda Maximoff

Nat: Y/N. We know you're in love with her. We don't have to sit here and watch her cook too.

Y/N: We are not watching Natasha. We are admiring.

Nat: Wanda. Y/N is in love with you. (Exits the room.)

Y/N: (Shouting after Nat) I'm coming for you Romanoff!!

Wanda: I already know Y/N.

Y/N: huh.

Wanda: Also the only woman you'll be coming for is me. (Whispers seductively.)

@aloneodi for you baby <3

[gingerninja-93]

Y/N waking up to Wanda straddling them

Wanda: We need to be quick detka

Y/N: Work for it then.

Wanda: Fuck baby.

Y/N: Ride me darling.

Just a little something for you baby @aloneodi ILY <3

[gingerninja-93]

Happy Mother's Day

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : smut

DNI 18+

You have no permission to copy my work.

Y/N woke earlier with a smile on their face. Looking over at their wife as she slept peacefully. Even after the fun night they had last night. Y/N found themselves crawling under the blankets. Wanda only wore a long night dress no underwear. She couldn't be bothered last night moving to get some since her legs would work properly.

Y/N soon found themselves in between her legs. Face to face with her core. Smiling before they licked a strip through her folds. Smirking when they heard a moan slip past her lips in her sleepy state. They sucked on her bundle of nerves. Keeping her legs open even as she tried to close them. They dipped their tongue in her entrance and started to thrust the muscle within her. Their nose pressing against her clit.

Wanda soon woke with a loud moan. Turning to her side to find it empty before moaning again. Looking under the covers to find Y/N's eyes gazing back at her. They switched their tongue with their fingers. Making her moan louder. She could feel herself get closer the faster and harder they went.

"I'm gonna. Y/N!" She screamed as she came. Y/N lapped up every last drop before kissing up her body. Hovering over her as she gave them a fuzzy smile. "That is the best way to wake up."

"Happy Mother's Day my love." Y/N whispered, kissing her softly. "Now let's put another baby in you." They husked as she moaned when they inserted themselves into her core.

"Last night wasn't enough?" Wanda teased breathlessly.

"We need to be sure baby." They told her as they rolled their hips. Before they could increase their pace.

"Happy Mother's Day!" The twins called out. Y/N groaned as Wanda chuckled as she ran her hands through their hair.

"Mama? The door is jammed." Billy called out as Y/N looked at Wanda as they pulled out.

"Why did we have kids again." Y/N groaned as they moved to get some boxers for the two of them.

"Because we wanted them." Wanda smirked as Y/N huffed.

"I wouldn't have agreed if I knew they were going to be cock blockers." Y/N said as Wanda walked into their bathroom to wash herself as Y/N opened the door with a look of irritation on their face. "I was just giving your mother her present."

"Ooh. Can we see it." They asked excitedly.

"Maybe in 9 months hopefully." Y/N said as they turned back to make their bed. Wanda walking out of the bathroom.

"Why in 9 months?" Tommy asked them

"Well, you can ask me that when you're older." Y/N told them.

"We're older now." Billy countered as Y/N glared as Wanda chuckled.

"Yeah it's been a minute." Tommy said as Wanda grabbed her robe.

"Nope. I am not discussing that with you. Ask your mother about it. It is Mother's Day after all." Y/N said as they grabbed a tee and joggers. The twins turned to Wanda who just tilted her head at the two.

"Happy Mother's Day?" Tommy smirked as Wanda just chuckled.

"Come on. Let's have breakfast." Wanda told them. Smiling as the twins ran out of the room and down the stairs. Wanda turned to Y/N and gave them a passionate kiss. "I love you."

"I love you baby mama." Y/N smirked as they rested their hand on her stomach. "Maybe we can throw the twins out for the night." Y/N suggested earning a slap on the shoulder before turning away and leaving the room. Y/N following behind her. Ready to spoil the mother of their children like the Queen she is.

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@aloneodi for my blue bear. I love you <3

[gingerninja-93]

What are we waiting for. Lets go then

Wanda dances around a frozen stiff Y/N

Wanda: detka dance with me!

Y/N: can’t. you’re too foxy in that outfit and with those dance moves

Wanda grabs by the hands and makes them dance.

Wanda: I’m pretty sure I know some moves I could show you in private

Wanda gives a seductive wink

[gingerninja-93]

Wanda: You have been a very bad student.

Y/N: Wanda. I am not in school.

Wanda: Seriously Y/N.

Y/N: What?

Wanda tilts her head.

Y/N: Oh right we're role playing. Gotcha.

Wanda: Not anymore.

@aloneodi for my guy <3

[gingerninja-93]

Y/N: Do you know how beautiful you are?

Nat: That was great. Less nervous than before now you should try it on Wanda.

Wanda: Try what on Wanda?

Y/N: Me. I mean.

Nat: Real smooth Y/N.

Y/N: I wasn't ready.

Wanda: For what?

Nat: You.

Y/N walks away mumbling.

[gingerninja-93]

Wanda putting on her jacket.

Wanda: What's this? (Pulling out a reciept)

Nat: I was hungry so I went to a restaurant

Wanda: $52 seems a lot for just one person.

Nat looking guilty.

Wanda: You weren't alone?

Nat: It's not what you think

Wanda: Who was it?

Nat: Karen. Sharon. Gillian.

Wanda: you went with Sharon.

Nat: I was just being nice since she is Y/N's girlfriend. But then one thing led to another.

Wanda: I can't believe you right now.

Nat: It didn't mean a thing.

Wanda: Just tell me one thing. Did you go shopping with her.

Nat looked away biting on her hand.

Wanda: I can't be around you right now.

Nat: Wanda. I'm sorry. It didn't mean a thing.

[gingerninja-93]

Love to Hate You

Zoeey Kern x Male Reader

Warning: Angst, Smut and more angst. Maybe a little fluff. Cheating

DNI 18+

You have no permission to copy my work.

For my blue bear @aloneodi <3

Y/N Y/L/N and Zoeey Kern had what some would say is an interesting relationship. Especially with Zoeey being in a relationship with his older brother, Mike for a couple of years. From the moment the two met, they clashed. Always sending hurtful words to one another but playing nice whenever Mike was around, especially since Y/N and Mike share an apartment together.

"Baby, would I be able to stay for the next two weeks. It's just that my apartment is getting fumigated." Zoeey asked Mike as she sat in his lap on the sofa.

"Of course." Mike smiled at her. "I wouldn't want you near the fumes and besides, I have a work trip next week for a couple of weeks and Y/N will be here to keep you company."

Zoeey hid the sour taste forming in her mouth and forced a smile. Especially since she didn't want to be around Y/N alone. The two would probably kill each other. Y/N on the other hand, was attending his classes with being in his last year of college.

"Hey man, there is a party this Friday." Tim told him as they stood in line at the coffee cart.

"Who's?" Y/N asked with a smile.

"Elle's. I think she wants you." Tim smirked as Y/N chuckled.

"I wouldn't lie and say I haven't thought of her like that." Y/N smirked as he thanked the cashier and walked away with the coffee in his hand.

"Well you will definitely get laid this week bro." Tim smirked as Y/N nodded with his own matching smirk.

Once his day was over, he walked through the busy streets home. To be met with Zoeey and Mike making out on the sofa.

"You have a bedroom for that you know." Y/N said harshly as he went to make himself a drink.

"You know colleges have dorms too." Zoeey shot back making Mike chuckle.

"I prefer a nice quiet space after I have finished my day at college. You know a place were I can relax." Y/N told them before directing his glare to Zoeey as he clenched his jaw. She matched his glare, as she stood on her feet as Mike moved to.

"Well I am going to get some food for dinner tonight." Mike said as Y/N smiled at him, nodding his head.

"Do you want me to come with?" Zoeey asked as Mike shook his head.

"That's ok. You just stay here and relax. I won't be long." He smiled as he kissed her cheek before he walked out of the door. Y/N walked over to the sofa and sat down, taking the remote in his hand and scrolling through Netflix.

"I was watching that." Zoeey told him angrily.

"Really. I thought you were too busy sucking out my brothers soul." He smirked as she raised an eyebrow. "It's what dementors do."

"You are not referring to me as a dementor." Zoeey spoke sternly.

"I am. You're doing a fine job of sucking all of the happiness from my life." He told her as she shoved his legs off of the sofa before taking a seat. She watched as he put Alien on.

"I thought you wanted to wind down?" Zoeey asked as her heart beated in her chest.

"I am winding down." Y/N stated as he pressed play. He smirked as the movie went on, seeing at certain parts where Zoeey would hide her face.

"Y/N, you know Zoeey hates these types of movies." Mike said as he walked through the door.

"I must have forgot. Sorry Mike." Y/N said as he stood up. Throwing the remote on the sofa.

"Also, Zoeey is staying with us for the next two weeks." Mike told him.

"You may as well move in together." Y/N scoffed.

"Actually." Mike started betore Y/N cut him off.

"No. Don't you dare finish that sentence." Y/N told him before grabbing his coat.

"Where are you going?" Mike asked him.

"For a drink." Y/N stated before closing the door behind him.

-----

It was early hours when Y/N stumbled home. The door slammed shut behind him making him jump.

"Shhhh." He shushed the door before he walked to the kitchen. He went to grab a bowl and his favourite cereal. Pouring it loudly. "Shhhhh." He shushed it before he went to the fridge for the milk but picking up the carton next to it. Not realising it was Orange juice.

"Can you please be quiet." Zoeey scolded him. He looked her up and down with a scrunched up face.

"I think the milk is bad." He slurred as he placed the bowl down. Zoeey looked in the bowl and watched as the cheerios swam in orange juice. "It's tangy." He went to the sink. Running the cold tap and stood watching the water run.

"You getting a cup?" Zoeey asked him with a smirk. He looked around the kitchen before he stuck his head under the tap. Gulping the water as it ran. Zoeey huffed before she walked over and turned the tap off. Y/N stood up, with the water dripping down his chin. He leant down and dried his face, using the fabric of Zoeey'e vest.

"I got you wet." He teased as she scoffed.

"You will never get me wet." She told him. He smirked at her with a raised brow. Cornering Zoeey against the counter. Leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"Oh I will be able to." Y/N whispered as she held her breath. His hands found her hips before pushing his fingers passed the waistband of her shorts. Snapping the fabric. "I'm tired." He mumbled as he stumbled back. Zoeey was left trying to normalise her breathing as she watched him walk to his room.

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As the time went on, Y/N had attended the party and has become friends with benefits with Elle. The two sharing multiple nights together. Even after Mike had left. Y/N came home one day after classes to find Zoeey sat on the sofa.

"So you remember where you live." Zoeey spoke harshly. Especially since that night in Y/N's drunken state, she hasn't been able to get him from her mind. Not even when she was spending time with Mike.

"Well hello, isn't it mother insufferable." Y/N groaned as he went to the kitchen.

"I'm insufferable!" Zoeey yelled as Y/N chuckled, making himself a drink. "Your brother is away and you are spending as much time as you can away from here because of me."

"No. I have been hanging with friends." Y/N told her as he turned to face her. "I am 22 years old. I don't have to answer to you anyway!" He yelled as she stepped closer. Noticing the hickey on his neck.

"Does she fuck you good?" She asked him as he smirked.

"She fucks me real good." He teased her. "She takes me so well and she knows how much I love to see my dick disappear in her soaking wet pussy. Moaning my name as I suck her nipples and squeeze her ass."

With that, Zoeey couldn't help herself. She pulled him in for a rough kiss. Tongues clashing, teeth biting. Y/N's hands went straight to her thighs. Lifting her up on the counter. Kissing her neck. Not caring about leaving marks before tearing Zoeey's top.

"You are so infuriating." Y/N said as he eyed her breasts before he massaged one while sucking the other. Zoeey's head was thrown back against the cupboard.

Although this was wrong on so many levels. Neither wanted to stop. Zoeey kept her hand in Y/N's hair. Keeping him close, but the aching in her core becoming insufferable.

Y/N's hands moved to the waistband of her shorts. Pulling them down her legs as he kept sucking her nipples. His hand went straight to her core. Running his fingers through her folds. Slamming two fingers in as she let out a gutteral moan.

"Look at how well you take my fingers." Y/N told her. Pushing her legs wider as he admired it himself. "Look at the wetness." She moaned as he inserted a third.

"Fuck." She breathed as she closed her eyes. Her head lolling back with the pleasure.

"Watch my fingers." Y/N growled as she pulled her hair. She moaned at his roughness as she kept her eyes open. Watching his fingers disappear and reappear. "I can't to see how well you take me. Pressed against the cupboard."

"Oh god. I'm so close." She moaned as he inserted a fourth. Pounding in and out of her. Admiring how well his fingers disappear.

"Cum." He ordered as he went faster and harder. She came with a scream of his name. Her juices leaking out onto the counter. He helped her stand before he unbuckled his belt and trousers. Pulling them down with his boxers. Lubing himself with her juices that remained on his hand. He turned her to face the counter. Pushed her head down, the side of her face in the puddle of her cum. "I am going to love this." He groaned as he pushed his length in her aching cunt.

The two moaned as he started to thrust. Zoeey loved this side of sex, especially since Mike is kind of old school. She loved it rough and Y/N was happy to use her however he wanted to.

"Fuck you feel so good." He groaned as he thrusted his hips. "Clean up your mess while I fuck you bitch." He ordered her. Zoeey found herself getting wetter at his tone. As he fucked her hard, she used her tongue to lap up her juices. Her breasts bounced the harder he went.

"I'm gonna cum." She screamed as he was practically lifting her feet off of the ground with each thrust.

"Cum with me." He grunted. With a few more thrusts. The two came at the same time. Zoeey whined when Y/N pulled out. He turned her around and admired her cum covered face as both of their cum, dripped down her thighs. "You're my cumslut." He smirked. Picking her up and taking her to the bathroom.

"God I fucking hate you." Zoeey whispered as her legs were wrapped around him.

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@aloneodi I hope you love it baby. ILY <3

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Why do people have the need to steal other peoples work. It fucking makes me fume. All of that hard work creating a master piece just to have it copied as someone passes it off as their own. Its honestly. Well I don't really have any words that are remotely nice to say about it.

I had my work stolen in 4k

Excuse me, the new fic "Student's Mom" on the tag posted by @natasharomanoffsslutt has literally all the beginning of work "Best Behavior"??? They just changed the ending and acted like everything was okay.

STOP STEALING OTHER PEOPLE WORK!!

It's the way that If you had asked me to have some scenes inspired I would probably say yes. The way you put 'don't steal' when you're the one doing it?? I'm not even mad, just tired and disappointed. It's precisely the kind of attitude that drives writers off the internet, honestly.

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Never letting you go darling <3

First Night | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Your first time with Wanda :)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), language, age gap (R is 25, Wanda is 38)

Word Count: 4.3K

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A/N: This is a Stripper MILF Wanda fic.  It takes place during the events of Woman of the Night.  Welcome to the Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe!  

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Y/N: I would bow down to you. No questions

Wanda: Why?

Y/N: Oh so powerful and sexy Wanda Maximoff. The Scarlet Witch. Ruler of our hearts.

Wanda: There's just you here.

Y/N: Do you want more to bow down. I can pull off a Loki and force people to their knees for you.

Wanda: That isn't necessary detka. I only want you on your knees. (Smirking as she pulls her underwear down from under her skirt.)

Y/N: Good. (Mesmerised by Wanda's actions.) I will not share what is mine and mine alone.

Wanda: Good. Now put your mouth to better use.

@aloneodi <3 for my blue

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Gotta love professor wanda is sexy as fuck. Im dead

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓.

professor maximoff promises you extra credit on the condition that you make her squirt - let's just say you're a fast learner.

──── ♥ pairing. professor!wanda x cockystudent!reader

──── ♥ cont. college!au, powerbottom!wanda, top!reader, milf wanda cause why not, cunnilingus, who wouldn't want to bury their head between wanda maximoff's thighs, mild jealousy at the start

──── ♥ note. i wrote this is 45 minutes at 12am, (which is a record so far i think) so it's not proof-read or anything just a warning

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄��𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“stay behind after class,” professor maximoff voices. it pulls you out of a trance - taking your attention away from absent-mindedly playing with natasha romanoff’s hair. 

“since you clearly have so much time on your hands,” the sarcasm rolls off your professor’s tongue like dripping honey. you bite back a contented smirk. was she jealous?

you nod offhandedly, not bothering to meet her eye. instead, you turn back to natasha, opening your mouth to let her feed you some candy.

oh, the blazing fire of rage that is wanda maximoff is palpable to touch now. you love it. 

she’s absolutely stunning too - with the messy bun and thin-rimmed glasses resting on the tip of her nose. a cashmere-coloured blouse, alongside that classic head tilt, was more than enough to make anyone swoon.

throughout the course of the lesson, you’re relentless in your teasing - resting your head on natasha’s shoulder, letting natasha draw on your arm. wanda gets more and more agitated by the second.

the resounding bell is sweet relief, as a pit of excited desire builds within you. as the students file out, the burning gaze of your professor gouges holes into your back.

it’s not long before you’re in her arms again, behind shut doors and chaste kisses. wanda maximoff is your forbidden fruit.

“oh, i missed you,” you growl into flushed skin, hands going to the front of her shirt, skillfully unclasping buttons between heated kisses.

wanda only pulls you closer through your belt loops, an annoyed grunt sounding in the back of her throat. “you sure weren’t acting like it. you’re such an annoying brat, y’know?”

gripping the back of her thighs in response, you easily lift her up, smirking at her surprised gasp. her hands go to your shoulders for support. 

“stop acting like the daddy dom,” you whisper easily, pressing a fluttering kiss onto her neck. you set wanda down onto her desk. “we both know who’s the one who screams.”

you relish in the way wanda’s impatiently pulling down your pants now, cheeks blazing. she then spreads her legs, putting each of them over your shoulders, giving you easy access.

at the sight of the damp spot on her racy undergarment, you feel yourself salivate.

“look at that,” you whisper, in awe. “so soaked for me, mhm?” 

you can’t help but pin wanda’s pretty hips down, moving to flatten your tongue and dragging it across the fabric of her panties, over her entire cunt.

the moan wanda lets out in downright sinful. you sigh in content, going to suck the juices off her inner thighs.

you can smell her arousal in the air, and your brain goes fuzzy for a moment.

“extra credit,” she gasps through a shaky jerk, clutching onto your shoulders tighter. 

“what?” you ask, with a tinge of confusion, voice still muffled from being buried between your professor’s thighs. you slowly look up with disheveled hair, jawline damp with her juices. wanda nearly loses it.

“extra credit if you make me squirt.”

your jaw quite literally drops, and you struggle to compose yourself. an amused grin slowly takes over your features, and you smile devilishly at the embarrassed flush on wanda’s face.

“fuck, professor, quite needy, aren’t we?” you drawl, tracing a feather-light finger over her dampened panties. you tug it off in a painfully slow fashion, showing her the string of juices clinging onto the fabric. 

she whines, hips jerking. your pupils dilate.

“just- shut up and get to work.” wanda gasps. “i’m not letting you leave until i’m satisfied.”

“oh, don’t tempt me with a good time, professor.”

less talk happens when you dive back in. fueled by the idea of a challenge - ever the competitive spirit you are.

steadily holding your professor’s legs spread, your tongue laps at her pussy like it would be your last meal on earth. ravenously devouring, through the moans and the uttered curses. there was only one thing on your mind.

wanda’s not quite aware of what you’re doing anymore, mind only registering the hazy acknowledgements of a wave of pleasure after another.

you’re doing something with that goddamned sinful tongue - flattening out and thrusting in and out, then in a rocking undulation, against all the spots that make her go weak in the knees.

fuck, it’s so hot, and wanda’s getting so unbelievably drenched - yet you don’t slow down, not for a moment, and soon enough the coil building in wanda’s stomach is all too much to handle.

the stretch feels fantastic, when you shove your head a little closer, nose bumping against her stiff clit. wanda jerks in your arms, purple imprints marking themselves into her thighs with your rough hands.

wanda can’t even formulate words when your other hand goes to cup her breast, massaging and kneading.

she falls apart, faster than with any ‘experienced’ man she’d ever been with. 

wanda’s orgasm comes in streams, squirting all over your mouth, of which you lap up eagerly. 

your professor lets out a silent scream in doing so, and you let her clutch the back of your head, slowly rocking out the waves of the aftershocks.

god, it’s almost embarrassing, being brought over the edge so easily by her own college student, with the cocky smirk and ridiculously talented tongue. 

those doubts fade away when you gently soothe over wanda’s simulated cunt with ginger strokes, cupping her body delicately. the professor isn’t aware of how long you stay with her.

you get her dressed again, then soon you’re getting up to leave

“see you soon, professor?” you ask, hopefully, managing to bring in a cheeky wink at the last second. 

“it’s not the best grade yet,” wanda says, with as much steadiness as she can. she’s that image of composed professor again, and you couldn’t be more turned on. “could be improved. i don't know, more extra credit would be helpful.”

you only huff in amusement, smirking in victory. just as you open the door, with the knowledge that wanda's eyes are on you, you lick your fingers clean, being purposeful in trailing your tongue languidly.

you barely see wanda's jaw drop before you shut the door with a satisfying 'thud'.

on the other side of the door, wanda's cunt throbs.

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Sexuality: Elizabeth Olsen’s back

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Gravity

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings :

You do not have permission to copy my work

Elizabeth Olsen is a well known actress. Known for her roles as Wanda Maximoff and Leigh Shaw. There has only been a few people who have been in a public relationship with her, and Lieutenent Y/N Y/L/N wasn't one of them.

They were first together briefly when they were in high school. They split before graduation since Y/N decided to join the Marines. They were esch others first everything. First kiss. First time. First love. But both remained the best of friends.

Y/N would send her letters telling her about everything. The people they met. The drills they had to complete. Wishing her the best of luck with her dreams. Not that she needed it.

The first time Y/N came home after their first tour, Lizzie found herself at their door. Soon finding herself in their bed. Sweaty bodies writhing in ecstasy. Laying cuddled up talking into the night. About anything and everything.

Of course those moments of weakness ceased when either was in a relationship. Although they both remained a huge part of each others lives. Y/N was protective of Lizzie. They knew every aspect of Elizabeth Olsen. They saw her at her most vulnerable. Most emotional. They saw more of her than anyone ever had. Y/N was someone she could be anything with. They were her safe place. Her person.

The two always gravitated towards each other. Even their partners would get jealous of their relationship. That was how Y/N became single once more.

"She is a bitch." Lizzie exclaimed as she sat with Y/N as they packed for their next tour.

"I should be used to the rejection by now." They shrugged as Lizzie tilted her head at them. Y/N's eyes finding the ring shining on her left ring finger.

Robbie had recently popped the question and of course Lizzie accepted. Robbie was a bit unsure about Lizzie and Y/N's friendship. Especially whenever Y/N would be around, Lizzie would gravitate over to Y/N and cuddle into them.

"You shouldn't be." Lizzie said as she rose to her feet. "You are amazing Y/N. In every single way and any woman would be lucky to have you." Y/N just scoffed as they carried on packing and making sure their uniform was freshly pressed. "We should do something before you leave on monday. We should throw you a bon voyage party."

"No. We don't need to Lizzie." Y/N told her softly. "I just want to be alone."

"No. Y/N, you're my best friend and I want to spend time with you before you leave. Making memories." Lizzie told them as they shook their head.

"Your fiancè wouldn't be too happy with that Lizzie." Y/N spoke softly as they held her left hand. "Robbie isn't a fan of mine and I am pretty sure he is hating that you are here with me right now."

"He doesn't know." Lizzie whispered with her head down as Y/N chuckled, zipping their bag.

"So I am now your dirty little secret." They stated as they left the bedroom. Lizzie following them.

"No. Of course not." Lizzie defended. "I just know he is kind of insecure about us. He knows what we used to be."

"High school sweethearts." Y/N smirked as Lizzie nodded.

"And friends with benefits." She stated as Y/N's heart broke a little. "I told him everything about us and our history and I think he just doesn't trust you."

"Why not? It's not like I am going to try and have sex with you Lizzie. I respect your relationship. I respect you too much than to get in the way of any happiness that you have." Y/N stated as they made a drink each. "I am not the person he thinks I am."

"I know that Y/N. You seem to forget that I grew up with you. Hell we were together for the better part of our high school years." Lizzie told them. Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose.

"I think you should go home to your fiancè." Y/N told her.

"No." Lizzie whispered as she shook her head. "You're my best friend. We always spend this time together before you leave."

"That's the thing Lizzie. You have a fiancè who loves you. He makes you happy. Please just go home to him. You deserve to have your shot at happiness." Y/N told her as Lizzie shook her head no. "Yes and when I get back, we can have our time together."

"You promise?" Lizzie asked them as they nodded.

"I promise." They whispered as they pulled her in for a hug. Savouring the feeling. Y/N watched as Lizzie left the apartment before heading towards the living room. Sitting down on the sofa before whispering as they looked at the picture of the two they took in senior year. "If only you knew the pull you have on my heart."

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As the months went on, no contact from Y/N whatsoever. Lizzie was starting to worry but then would think that maybe Y/N was giving her the space she and Robbie needed. She was sat in her mum's living room. Looking at the picture of her and Y/N on their prom night. Two teenagers in love.

"Lizzie? Honey?" Jarnette called out breaking Lizzie from her daze.

"What did I miss?" She asked them. Robbie scoffed as Jarnette looked at her.

"What's on your mind?" Jarnette asked as Robbie answered before Lizzie could.

"Most likely Y/N." He snarled as Lizzie glared at him.

"They haven't written to me. It has been months since they left and nothing. Not a single letter." Lizzie told her as Robbie shook his head. "I don't even know if they are ok mum."

"I know honey." Jarnette whispered as she held Lizzie's hand in hers. "They will be fine ok."

Lizzie just nodded, grinning and baring the outing with Robbie. Once the two returned home, Robbie took a deep breath before turning to Lizzie.

"What do I mean to you?" He asked her as he remained on his feet.

"You mean everything to me." She told him.

"So you love me?" He asked her.

"Of course I do. What kind of a stupid question is this." She asked him as he pursed his lips together.

"So if I asked you to chose between Y/N and myself. Who would you choose?" He asked her as she just chuckled.

"You can't be serious right now." Lizzie said as she watched as Robbie didn't budge. "I wouldn't choose. I couldn't. Not between the two of you."

"Why?" Robbie asked her.

"Y/N has been in my life longer than I remember and they helped me become the person I am today." Lizzie started. "Y/N is my person."

"I am supposed to be your person Elizabeth." He yelled. "I am your fiancè. The one you said yes to marrying."

"I know I said yes. I was there." Lizzie told him. "But Y/N and me have so much history. Our friendship is extremely important to me."

"I understand that Lizzie but it seems more like you are in love with them." Robbie stated making Lizzie laugh.

"You're wrong." She chuckled as he raised a brow. "Yes, I cannot picture a future without Y/N. They have been the one constant other than my family that I have had over the years. I couldn't lose them."

"Like I said." Robbie said as he approached her. "You are in love with Y/N." He stood just before her as she blinked a few times. "I think we should end this before we get too far, and maybe you can tell Y/N how you feel when they come home." He kissed her head. "I'll come back for the rest of my things."

Lizzie remained frozen in place as Robbie walked passed her up the stairs to get some clothes together. Ready to leave.

"Please tell them. They deserve to know." He told her before he left the house. Lizzie was left stood there, playing with the engagement ring on her finger.

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As the weeks droned on, the public got word of the end of the engagement. Lizzie strayed away from the public as she was lost in her thoughts of Y/N. Maybe Robbie was right.

She was sat in the same spot, when the door bell rang, not really caring much of who was at the other side of the door.

"I was asked where to when I got in the taxi and I gave them this address. I don't really know why I did. No. I know why I did." Lizzie watched as Y/N took a deep breath. "You have this pull on me Lizzie. Like you're my gravity. I am drawn to you even when we both try to pull away you just pull me right back, and not being in contact with you for almost a year shown me that. You are my Gravity Elizabeth. You always have been."

Lizzie just smiled as her heart was beating out of her chest as Y/N just practically confessed their love to her. She pulled them in for a passionate kiss. Sharing her own love for the soldier before her.

"You're my gravity too Y/N." Lizzie whispered. "It was always you. The one person I have been so afraid to lose. The one I have been so afraid to open up my feelings for. I am in love with you Y/N. Still."

Y/N smiled as they kissed her again. The two enjoying the kiss before pulling away. Lizzie allowing Y/N to step inside with their bag before closing the door behind them. Closing the door on their denial of their love for each other. Finally moving forward at the right time.