#emo wanda

[oizysian]

scissoring w emo wanda

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okay so first of all, thank you. I love this thought.

It starts off slow. She’s just kissing you, touching you softy, just exploring your body. She’s excited, but not rushing, making sure she feels every inch of you.

You’re more tentative with your touches, unsure if she even wants you touching her. She does, so badly, and she lets you know by putting your hands on her body, her skin trembling with desire.

She drapes her leg over yours, sliding herself up against you, needing you between her thighs. You position yourself just so that you’re touching, cunt throbbing, aching with the need to be fucked by her.

Wanda is desperate when your pussies finally touch, grabbing and you and pulling you impossibly close.

She’s humping you so hard you think you’re going to break, but the friction feels so damn good and you find yourself wanting her to break you. Ruin you for anyone else.

She grabs you by your hair and pulls you to her, your lips dancing in a battle to see who loves the other more.

Your breasts press against each other and you can feel her nipples pebble and harden - you just want to take them in your mouth.

The both of you make such a mess when you cum, you want to take the time to clean her up, but she’s ready for round two and is excited to take this into the shower.

[wndaspuppy]

emo nerd!wanda x milf!reader hcs :3

credits for the owner of the divider.

minors & men dni

warnings: legal age gap, top service!wanda

sfw

since your first meeting, she's a blushing mess, around you the words barely come out without ending up stuttering.

even as an adult, wanda doesn't know how to take care of herself properly. it's you who reminds her to eat, to have a bath and brush her teeths and not just play video games and study for college.

wanda taught you how to play animal crossing, she can't stop noticing how cute you are when you're excited and very concentrated playing the game.

you love moments together in silence, just enjoying each other's company <3

wanda is very clingy, she wants to have you all to herself and receive kisses on the forehead

nsfw

wanda loves everything about your body, every reaction your body makes with the slightest touch, she can't keep her hands to herself!

she loves how vocal during sex you are

eating you out is so addictive for her, she just wants more and more of your pussy

wanda always asks if she's doing a good job, she loves your compliments

"please one more mommy?" but you're soo tired

when your daughter natasha is home, wanda teases you so much, and you're almost crying, begging for her fingers.

and after so much time of wanda using your body, she takes care of you and doesn't stop talking with so much concern, asking if you are okay or she was too much rude :((

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Thinking about emo wanda this morning…

Her secretly pining over you but refusing to actually let any emotions show, lest she ruin her col, nonchalant exterior. Until one night, when the two of you share a blanket during movie night at the compound, and she can’t seem to stop blushing for some reason. And why does the heat of your thigh pressed against hers make her unbelievably warm??

Once you confess your feelings, and she finally realizes that it’s okay to share hers, she couldn’t be happier. She still acts chill in front of the others, but as soon as you’re alone, she turns into the cuddliest, sappiest girlfriend ever.

Oh, and of course, she’s extremely possessive and slightly sadistic, so when she fucks you it’s long and hard and unbelievably satisfying. You wake up the next morning with hickeys littering your chest and neck and bruises all down your sides, waist, and hips.

[maximoffsgirl]

look at her, she's just a sweet little baby :(

[scarletlizzard]

Can't get emo!Wanda out of my head today.

How she would treat you so differently than everyone else, especially behind closed doors. She would laugh at all your ridiculous jokes and blush like crazy. She would love spending time with you in your room because it smells like you and it comforts her.

The two of you would stay up so late watching her favorite sitcoms over and over, just cuddling and holding hands. You love to play with the rings she wears on her fingers, and each day you would pick a different one to call your favorite.

When no one is around she teaches you to cook her favorite Sokovian dishes in the kitchen, telling you all the secrets in the recipes and blushing so hard when you tell her how amazing it tastes and that she's an amazing cook.

She would be the best listener ever. Wanda loves to just listen to your voice, obsessed with the sound of it. You think she's just watching you as you talk, until a week later she brings up a small detail from the conversation you had.

Wanda totally paints your nails for you.

You sit in your bed, back to the headboard. She sits in your lap, with her skirt bunched up on her thighs as her hand grabs yours. You watch her tongue sit between her teeth as she concentrates.

"Would you stop moving so much?" She jokes, and if you didn't know her so well, you wouldn't have understood what she said because around you she speaks so comfortably her accent flows, coming out thick.

"How am I supposed to sit still when the prettiest girl in the world is sitting in my lap?" You say with a serious expression. Wanda blushes, and you just might die because of it.

"Hold still," she says softer, with a laugh escaping her lips. Her green eyes flicking up to you for only a second. You don't miss the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.

You're silent only for a moment as she dips the brush into the polish again.

"You're so cute when you blush," you chuckle and watch as her cheeks get darker. Her grip on your hand gets tighter as she puts on another coat of polish.

"You're so annoying," Wanda groans and rolls her eyes, but you can see the smile growing wider on her lips.

She would paint your nails whatever color you wanted, but would leave your ring finger empty. That fingernail she would paint the color she wore on her own nails. Wanda would paint hers the same way, making sure to match.

[wndaswife]

imagine subby emo wanda genuinely getting off to the idea of you praising her over and over during sex. when she fingers herself, she holds a pillow close and imagines she’s hugging you and imagines that you’re calling her a good girl, telling her she’s doing such a good job taking your fingers, and that she’s such an adorable little slut just ready to come for daddy and make daddy proud. she finds herself whimpering out into the pillow while she’s fingering herself, “im a good girl, daddy, im daddy’s good girl. daddy’s making my little pussy feel so good… im a good girl…”

[1800-lemonadeg1rl]

Anyone other than you

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary- You and your supposed "enemy" get stuck in a cupboard while on a duo mission

Warnings- violence, gunshots, emo Wanda, mean Wanda, forced proximity, claustrophobia, confusion, not proofread!!

A/n - I dont know whether I hate this tbhhh idk whether it's because it took me sm breaks to write it but it feels off idkk

You entered the quinjet while sighing to yourself. How did you let this happen? You thought as you buckled on your seatbelt. Getting put on a duo mission with the one woman on the team who hates your guts. Wanda Maximoff.

You never had any idea what you'd done to make her despise you so much but nothing you ever did seemed to make up for it. Everytime you spoke in a meeting you could feel her stare digging into your soul. The way she'd scowl when she entered what she'd presume to be an empty room only to find you inside. She'd always mumble something in a language you didn't understand before flouncing out the room. Things weren't any better when you were part of a group with her either. She'd barely respond if you asked her something or flat out ignore you.

It wasn't like you hadn't tried to get along with her either, trying to be as friendly with her as you were with everyone else. Offering to make her food, help her with household chores or help out with her mission reports but nothing you did ever seemed to stop her from glaring at you. She wasn't known to be the most outgoing person but you never saw her act this way with anyone else so eventually you gave up deciding it best to ignore her the way she did you.

Now, unfortunately you didn't have that luxury anymore. You'd begged and begged Tony not to put you on this duo mission even contemplating getting ill to avoid it. He had insisted you had to go on this mission apparently you and Wanda had the 'specific' skills skillset for this mission, whatever that meant you knew he was just bullshitting to get you to shut up.

So now here you were getting ready to set off on your two day long stealth mission with the girl who could barely stand to look at you let alone talk and work with you.

☆

You'd arrived at the hotel room you'd be sharing with Wanda and thanked God that you'd got their first and the fact there was two beds. Quickly you threw down your bag on the bed closest to the window and began to check out the rest of the hotel room.

You were smelling the soaps in the bathroom when in clomped Wanda, her doc Martins still managing to make some kind of noise over the soft carpeted floor. She was dressed in a long baggy grey sweater and black skirt with patterned fishnets. Her hands adorned with rings and her short bitten at nails painted black.

"It smells of smoke." She thinks out loud without noticing your precense in the room.

"Yeah sorry about that it's my new signature perfume." You try to joke hoping she might happen to be over her constant anger with you. You study her face through the bathroom mirror as you speak watching out for her reaction. At first you see the possibility of a smile forming on her face and a rosy colour on her cheeks but quickly it's replaced by her signature scowl and a disgusted noise sneaking past her lips.

"Oh. You're here." She talks as if she'd expected someone else to be here despite the many debriefs you'd had together about this mission.

You for one had had enough of her attitude around you acting as if you were something below her. "Yes I'm here like it or not. Can we at least just be civil for the sake of this mission." You groan while walking over to where she's stood, raking your hands through your hair. In response she grumbled out some kind of agreement and that was it.

So far things had been going fine, you'd both kept to your own routine with minimal communication between the two of you. For the most part you'd spent your time exploring the hotel you were staying in. It was cheap and smelt damp. You for sure would be complaining at how you got booked in this dingy one star place once this mission was over. You'd been excited originally as the hotel advertised having a twenty five metre indoor swimming pool which was plenty to keep you occupied however when you inquired at the desk the receptionist, who'd been ignoring you stood there for ten minutes while she read her magazine, told it was shut indefinitely.

Eventually you had to return to the room and when you did Wanda was already fast asleep on her bed, small snores sounding occasionally. You took note of how pretty she was when she wasn't scowling before sliding into your own bed for the night.

☆

You'd done the first half of the mission with relative ease, you and Wanda putting a side your differences for the greater good. Now it seemed as if things were taking a turn for the worse. Upon arrival you'd both scouted the building for any kind of agents or security around the building but found none however now it seemed the building was filling up with them. Two men following behind who you were attempting to fire at and run away from, which is much harder than Natasha makes it look in training.

From the whimper of pain which sounded sounded out and echoed down the corridor you assumed you shot one. This was your chance to lose them and Wanda realised that too as you both picked up the pace of your running.

Out of nowhere she grabbed your arm and dragged you inside a small dark box? No it can't be a box you thought as you looked above you and saw an empty clothing rail. It was a cupboard. Your eyes scanned around the little space you had while trying to avoid eyecontact with Wanda who was leaning over top of you with one hand next to your head against the wall of the cupboard to keep her upright.

Quickly the cramped and uncomfortable space became all too much for you. The lack of oxygen in there made you take shallow breaths and sweat pooled from your forhead. It felt like the walls were closing in. You should get out. No you had to. Trying to move to force yourself out startled Wanda who gripped onto your shoulder to avoid you both tumbling out and compromising your hiding place.

"What are you doing? Just stay still." She whispered angrily. Had her voice always sounding that good up close? At that thought a frown crossed your face and you briefly forgot how badly you needed to get out of this space you were entrapped in. It didn't make you completely forget though as you came to your senses and stopped thinking about how nice Wanda's voice was and remembered how your heart was thundering in your chest and you whole body ached to get out of this cupboard.

"Have to.. to get out." You breathe out, expecting some kind of rude response from her as your breathing further quickens and vision fogs up. Her actual response is nothing you'd ever thought you'd hear her say.

"Look at me y/n." She waits to make sure your making eyecontact with her before continuing. "Its going to be okay, this is all okay and this is nothing you can't do. Just focus on me not the four walls.." her voice was soothing and not completely unlike a lullaby. You still felt unsettled but nothing like before when you were desperate to get out. "Your gonna be fine." She says again as she takes your hand in her own gently squeezing it. The cool feeling of her silver rings against your sweaty palms helping further calm you down as your breathing once again becomes steady.

After a few minutes of silence where you just focus on your breathing and the feeling of Wanda's thumb rubbing against the back of your hand you begin to speak. "Thanks.. I know you don't really like me or anything but I appreciated that a lot."

"Its nothing really... also your stood on my foot." She tells you returning to her usual cold snappy voice. Quickly you moved your foot away muttering apologies as you did, unsure how long you'd been stood on her foot. "I don't hate you either. Well not really."

Your about to question her on why she acts this way around you if she really doesn't hate you but before you can she opens the cupboard door and you both stumble out thankful for the airy space around you. "Don't bring this up y/n." She says before leading the way out leaving you trailing behind a little confused. Was she mean? Did she hate you? Was that all for the mission?

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda saunters up to Y/N…

Wanda: hello detka

Y/N goes pale…

Y/N: are those your old Sokovian clothes with heavy eyeliner?

Wanda: yes and my old accent that you found so…enticing

Y/N: (breathless) by the gods I love you

Wanda wraps her arms around Y/N’s neck…

Wanda: I know. Now let me show you how much I love you

[sytoran]

valkyrie: they call me coffee because i grind so fine.

y/n: oh my god, tell that to carol-

natasha: they call me coffee because i keep you up past two am.

y/n: not you too tash-

wanda: they call me coffee because i'm really bitter and most people don't like me without changing some aspect of what i am to suit their liking.

y/n: oh.

y/n: wanda, you know i'd still love you if you were plain cocoa beans.

[wandashousewife]

Headcanons for Emo!Wanda

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• When Wanda first joined the Avengers, Tony gave her all of the albums he collected as a teenager (which included a lot of Cap'n Jazz)

• She used to dye her hair all types of colors before she joined the Avengers (she also bleached Pietro’s hair when they were younger)

• When she first got her room in the compound, she turned it into a vampire’s dream house. It had all of the stuff that an angsty teen girl with loads of trauma would need

• She hates when Clint says it’s ‘Just a phase’

• Steve tries to understand what she likes so her visits her in her room and politely asks her to explain what all of it means

• She can't resist an edgy accessory and has a collection of black jewelry

• She owns an electric guitar that she rarely plays (she says that it’s her baby and that it’s too precious to play)

[oizysian]

Use Me, I’m Yours | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Stalker!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Warnings: dubcon, slight noncon, knife play, very crazy Wanda, slightly crazy Y/N Word Count: 3.1k Genre: smut Summary: Wanda finally finds you and makes you hers.

• Kinktober Masterlist •

Wanda’s POV

She’s perfect.

From the first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one. It’s been months since then, and I’ve been waiting patiently for the right moment to call her mine.

Y/N. Y/N is her name.

“H-how do you know my name?”

My little flower. My precious dove. My innocent little bunny.

I know all that I need to know, and soon all you’ll know is me.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks around as if her environment has changed somehow. No, love, it’s still your quaint, little apartment in Queens. I haven’t moved anything an inch since I came in, waiting excitedly for you.

She panics, she can’t move her hands or legs and I smile. She’s so cute when she struggles against the pretty, yet intricate knots I learned how to do just for her. They’re tied into little bunny ears for my little bunny.

“H-hello? What the fuck,” she grumbles, pulling on her restraints. “What’s going on?” She calls out into the darkness of the room.

I wait a moment longer, taking in the sight before me. Her skirt is bunched up around her hips now from her movements, her cute pink panties clearly visible from where I was lurking. Her wrists are becoming red from the ropes and her long socks protect her ankles from the same fate.

“Who’s there?!” She calls out and I realize I need to shut her up before her neighbors hear her.

I emerge from the darkness, the moonlight from the window illuminating my face; dark makeup, emerald eyes, red lips. She’s silent as she takes me in, her own eyes trailing over my face and upper body once I reveal myself.

“Who are you?” She whispers, her lower lip trembling with fear.

“Wanda.” I gestured to myself with the jagged knife I was holding. “Y/N.” I pointed at her and she flinched.

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I know all about you. You were made for me.”

“What?” Her voice is small and quiet.

“You belong to me, Y/N. And I belong to you.”

“No … I don’t even know you!”

“But, I know you.” I took a step closer to her, closing the window so all light in the room was gone.

I could hear her panting, grunting as she tried to free herself in the darkness. I flicked on the light and she squinted at the brightness. How cute was she?

“You go to the little coffee shop down the street every morning. You give them your name; Y/N. Some mornings, if you’re early, you’ll get a bagel with bacon, egg and cheese on it. Most days you’re late and you just get your frappe.”

“What the fuck!” She yelled, not even letting me finish her routine. I knew all of it.

“That’s very rude of you, bunny.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to escape. But, she could never escape my love.

I walked up to her, pulling a pair of her panties that I had stolen from her dresser out of my back pocket and stuffing it in her mouth.

“Now keep that there,” I brought the blade up to her neck and she cried softly, pleading to me with those big, beautiful eyes. “Or I’ll use this.”

She nodded and I leaned into her, pressing my lips to her forehead and then taking a step back to admire her. She was trembling, her tears flowing silently as she kept her own panties in her mouth, keeping her quiet. I knew she would be an obedient little pup.

I got on my knees in front of her and her eyes never left mine as I took the knife and dragged it carefully along her thigh. She cried out, shaking her head as I ran it along the hem of her panties, letting it trail between her legs, the tip pressing into her clit.

I could hear her begging and pleading, but for what, I didn’t know. My eyes never left hers as I gently rubbed the knife against her, bringing it up and down along her slit carefully. I finally looked down and noticed a slight wet spot on her panties.

I returned my gaze to hers and realized her cheeks were bright red, and she wasn’t struggling anymore. My good girl.

“You like me playing with you, don’t you detka?”

She let out a whimper and shook her head.

“I don’t like liars, Y/N.” I pressed the knife into her cunt ever so slightly and she panicked, trying to back away and nodding.

“Yeah? You like it?”

She nodded, choking back sobs as I brought the knife up and pulled her panties up with my free hand, slicing the garment without any struggle at all.

I tugged at the destroyed piece of cloth and it fell from the chair she was tied to, hitting the floor and leaving her open to me.

I tilted my head as I admired her glistening wetness. She attempted to close her legs, but I tied her to the chair tight enough to keep her still, but not cut off her circulation.

“My beautiful malyshka. Look at how wet you are for me.”

I flipped the knife around, carefully handling the blade as I let the handle stroke her clit. She let out a breathy moan, still crying, as I pressed it into her, applying gentle pressure to her sensitive bud.

“Please,” she cried, muffled by the panties. “Please.”

“Please, what? Use those big girl words that I know you know.”

She let the panties fall from her lips and she panted softly before finally speaking to me.

“Please … don’t hurt me.” Her voice was small and broken and I smiled up at her.

“Have I hurt you?” She shook her head. “So, what makes you think I’ll hurt you now?”

Her eyes fell to the knife between her legs and I followed them down, my own eyes landing on the knife as well.

“This?” I pressed it against her clit and she hissed. “It’s just one of my little toys. I have many.”

I brought the knife hilt up to my lips and sucked on it, cleaning her slick from the handle. She watched me, wide eyed, as I placed the knife down next to me, and returned my attention to her pussy.

“This is mine.” I said as I brought myself between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, causing her to jerk in surprise. “Relax,” I cooed, bringing my hands up and stroking her thighs. “I’ll take good care of you.”

I pressed my lips to her clit, giving it a kiss before licking a strip up her slit. She let out a breathy moan, wriggling slightly in her binds as I tasted her straight from the source. I was addicted to her.

I dipped my tongue into her heat, fucking her slowly, my nails digging into her thighs as I explored her pulsing cunt. She was wetter than I expected her to be, and tasted even better than I imagined.

“Oh,” she moaned softly, her legs trembling under my hands. “Please … stop.”

I hummed my negative answer, telling her I wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, and continuing to eat her out with a hungry fervor.

She writhed, her nails digging into the arm of the chair as she tried to fight me off. She couldn’t get away from me, and from the sounds she made, she really didn’t want to escape.

“Please,” she cried, her hips bucking ever so slightly upwards towards my mouth as I licked and sucked at her. “Please …”

I slipped my tongue inside her, feeling her pulse and throb around me - I knew she was close. I swirled my tongue around her aching clit, flicking it teasingly.

She moaned, her breath getting caught in her throat as she finally let go and came. Her legs trembled and she threw her head back, crying out as pleasure washed over her, whether she wanted it to or not.

I lifted my head up to look at her in the throes of passion, falling even deeper in love with her as I watched her come down from her high. I licked my lips greedily, not wanting a drop of her to go to waste.

“You taste so good, bunny.”

She let out a sob, her whole body trembling as she realized what had just happened. She came for me even though she was terrified, even though she was fighting not to. My love for her was strong enough to overcome all odds.

“Bunny,” I whispered against her thigh, rubbing my cheek along the soft skin there. “You’re my bunny, aren’t you? Say it.”

“No.” She cried, her chest heaving as she looked down at me.

“Say. It.”

I picked up the knife and pressed it against her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as she watched me, fear and arousal flooding her senses.

“I’m your bunny.” She whispered and I smiled.

“That’s right. You’re my innocent, little bunny.”

I stood, knife still in hand, and leaned towards her, pressing the knife flat against her chest.

“Now,” I said as I let the jagged edge of the knife get caught in her shirt. “Let’s get this off.”

She flinched as I pulled on the knife, ripping a hole in her cute little t-shirt. I took my time tearing up her clothing, leaving her in just her bra and skirt. She looked so fucking hot.

She had left a nice stain on the wooden chair she was tied to, and surely her wrists would be bruised after all of this, but it would be worth it to show and prove my love to her.

I dragged the knife along her throat, down her collarbone to the slight dip between her breasts. She watched me, her eyes fearfully never leaving the knife as I toyed with her. The knife found its way to her left breast, teasingly stroking her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She hissed as her body reacted, her nipple hardening under the touch of my blade.

“Your body was made for me.” I brought the knife down to the edge of her bra cup and carefully cut it open, her breast spilling out, on display for me. “Look at how it reacts to me. Your nipples are hard, you’re absolutely soaked,” I took a deep breath and straddled her, my legs on either side of hers. “You’re mine.”

She stared at me defiantly, ignoring the fact that she was currently at a disadvantage. I held the power and I wasn’t afraid to use it to prove my love to her.

I grabbed her face with my free hand and pressed my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth so I could explore every inch of her. She whined, but gave into me, opening her mouth and letting me do as I pleased to her. Of course she obeyed me, she was perfect and, naturally, obedient. She was made to be mine.

I let the knife glide along her skin carefully, leaving a faint, red trail in its wake.

“Oops,” I whispered against her lips, looking down at her breast. “I made a mess.”

I brought my head down and licked the thin line of blood that beaded up on her skin, kissing the minor wound I had inflicted on her.

“I promised not to hurt you.” I spoke against her skin, still peppering tiny kisses along the superficial cut. “But, that didn’t hurt, did it?”

I looked up at her and she shook her head, her tears nearly ceasing as she watched me. I got up off of her lap and got on my knees in front of her again, eagerly taking her nipple in my mouth and biting it gently, causing her to cry out and moan at the pleasure. I sucked on her hungrily, licking and nipping any skin I could get into my mouth.

Her body jerked up towards me with desire, the need for me to touch her as I continued to assault her sensitive breast. I would give her my gift soon enough.

I released her breast with a soft pop and looked up at her, her eyes dark with desire, her lips slightly parted as she panted softly.

“I’ve got something for you, my love.”

I stood from where I had been kneeling in front of her and grabbed at the slight bulge in my pants. Her eyes widened at the implication and she looked from my hand to my face. I could only smile back at her as I undid my pants, pushing them down my legs as the pink strap sprung forth, ready for her waiting cunt.

“It's finally time to consummate our love. You’re already soaked, I know you’re ready for me.”

I bent down and sliced through the knots that kept her ankles tied to the chair, finally allowing her freedom. I knew she wouldn’t run. We were made for each other.

I carefully released her hands from their binds and she quickly brought them close to her chest, rubbing the sore spots on her wrists.

“Now don’t do anything stupid,” I pointed the knife at her. “Or I’ll have to tie you up again.”

She nodded and satisfied, I brought the knife down to my side and led her over to the bed, laying her down and getting on top of her.

“I’ll be so gentle with you, bunny.” I whispered against her trembling lips. “I’ll fuck you so gentle.”

I lied. How could I be gentle when the woman of my fantasies was lying underneath me? No, she would get all of my love, all of my passion.

She let out a strangled sob as I pressed myself into her heat, her hands coming up to my shoulders to push me away. I grabbed her hands in one of mine and pushed them into the mattress, not wanting her to ruin our special moment together.

I placed the knife down beside her head so I could adjust my cock, slipping it inside of her with no resistance at all. She moaned lowly, throwing her head back as I began moving inside her. She wrapped her legs around me as I pounded into her, grabbing the knife once again. I knew she would give into my love eventually.

I gripped the knife tighter and brought it up to her throat, pressing it gently into her.

“You like this, don’t you, bunny? You like being held down and fucked like the whore you are.”

She cried, but nodded ever so slightly, swallowing roughly as she felt the blade against her skin.

“I know, sweet thing. I know exactly what you need.”

I pounded into her, her cries turning into guttural moans as I fucked her into complete submission. I could feel myself getting close, just the act of fucking her getting me off, but I didn’t want to cum first - I wanted us to come together.

I let go of her hands and she kept them above her head, staying still and submissive for me while I brought my hand down between our bodies and played with her cute, little pussy, rubbing fast circles along her clit. She cried out when she felt my fingers against her sensitive bud, and the sounds she made only drove me further to get her to cum.

I took the knife from her neck and placed it on the bed next to us, then grabbed her face and kissed her.

My love was true and pure.

She moaned into my mouth as pleasure overtook her and I picked up speed at the sound, swallowing her moans as I came right along with her. This was everything I wanted and so much more.

I laid down on top of her, peppering her face with tiny kisses as she escaped the throes of ecstacy.

“W-Wanda ...” She whispered.

“Yes, my love?” I responded softly, bringing my hand up to stroke her hair out of her face.

“Why?”

“Hm?” I questioned back, confused.

“Why me?”

“God chose you for me, bunny. That’s all there is to it.”

“God?”

“Mhm.” I kissed her neck, my hips moving against hers slowly. “God wanted me to take you like this. To make you mine.”

She gasped softly, her hands gripping at my shoulders as I began fucking her again, this time, painfully slow. I wanted her to want this, want me. I wanted her to beg for it.

“Unh, W-Wanda,” she grunted, pulling me close to her as I touched the deepest part of her. “I …”

“What, bunny?” I whispered against her lips, kissing her once again. “Tell me what you need.”

She turned her head from me, her eyes landing on the knife beside us. I followed her gaze, unsure of what she was thinking. She let go of me and slowly grabbed the knife. My hand met hers, both of us holding onto the blade, but neither of us made a move to use it.

“Do you want to hurt me?” I whispered softly and she shook her head. “What do you want?”

Without warning, I flipped us over, letting her sit on top of me, knife still in hand, now hovering over me. She moaned as she pressed herself down into me, fucking herself on my cock. I watched in awe of her as she pleasured herself, bringing the knife down to my throat and running it along my collarbone.

“Use me, I’m yours.”

I let go of the knife and let my hands fall beside my head, letting her take complete control of me. This was love.

Her free hand went between us and she played with her clit as she let the knife trail across my chest. I could feel the tip digging into me through my shirt and realized she was getting off from it.

“Bunny,” I whined softly, my own clit aching and begging for attention. “Fuck me.”

“Want me to fuck you with this?” she whispered against my lips, bringing the knife back up to my throat and pressing it against me. “Use you like you used me?”

“Please,” I choked out, my heart pounding out of my chest. “I love you.”

She bit her lip and rolled her hips, sighing softly as she neared release once more, this time holding all the power.

“Fuck,” she moaned, bouncing on my cock as she rubbed her clit. “Wan- Wanda!”

She came saying my name! I watched her as she writhed above me, the knife falling slack in her hand as she rode out her orgasm. I took it from her and smiled, proud of her and so, so happy.

She laid down on top of me and brought her sticky fingers to my mouth, which I gladly took and sucked on.

“I want you to carve your name into my body.” She whispered softly and I released her fingers, smiling excitedly at the idea.

This was love.

And maybe, just maybe, she was somehow just as crazy as I was.

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[wndaspuppy]

pheromones | emo nerd!wanda x milf!reader

summary: Wanda can't get enough of you. warnings: top service!wanda, nipple play, mommy kink, fingering & oral (r receiving), age gap (r is 35 and w is 20), dirty talk, strap mentioned as 'dick' . minors & men dni

a/n: hello!! sorry for being so late, i'm sick and only now have i managed to finish writing… i'm sorry for any grammatical error, english is not my first language. enjoy :D i loved writing to my cutie patootie while i listened to jpop and vocaloid.

Wanda was obsessed.

Natasha didn't stop chatting while the brunette's head was somewhere else, or actually someone else. The first time Wanda came here, just remembering it makes Wanda's pale skin turn red. You were in a short silk nightgown and a robe of the same pink material. Not expecting anyone at your house.

— Oh dear, didn't Natasha tell you she wouldn't be coming today? She left the day for studies for tomorrow.

Wanda looked at you, completely lost.

— You came from a long way away, didn't you? 

Wanda nodded.

— You can stay the night here! — You said, opening the door wider and giving the younger woman room to enter.

Wanda, not knowing what to say, just nodded, when did it start to get so hot?

Sweaty hands, leg bouncing up and down. That's how Wanda felt in your presence. It was a shame, because you were very communicative, and always placed your hand on Wanda's thigh, catching her attention, who could barely form a sentence.

The memories passed like a blur, bringing her back in time to continue pretending that she was listening to Natasha's story.

Three soft knocks on the door.

Natasha grumbled and got up.

— Sorry to bother you, dear, but lunch is ready! — You poked your head around the door.

— I'm not hungry, what about you Wands?

Wanda's belly responded for itself, making the three of them laugh.

Natasha was already eating, while you were washing the dishes and Wanda was getting food to put on her plate. As the brunette walked past you, she, respectfully, took a good look at you, In tight jeans and a black t-shirt with a V-neck shape.

— Like what you see?

Wanda's forest green eyes met yours, feeling like a deer in the headlights. Your tone was teasing, making Wanda's cheeks burn again and you laughed.

Natasha always sleeps after eating, so it wasn't a surprise that she ended up going to the world of dreams.

Meanwhile you were in the shower, and Wanda enjoyed the TV.

''It's time to leave'' — She thought.

Climbing the stairs, figuring you would be out of the shower and dressed by now.

Oh. How wrong she was.

The crack in the door gave Wanda the perfect view, and you knew it.

Wanda's dirty thoughts come to life, she just wants to use your body, make it hers, mark it. Her's body heated up and her sinful thoughts weren't helping her.

Leaning too close to the door, the wood creaks, catching your attention, you smiled when you saw that it was Wanda, who was covering her face so as not to see you, but you were already dressed. She was a cute thing.

— You can open your eyes, silly.

She let out a huff, removing her hand from her eyes. And that feeling from the first time she saw you came again, you got closer, the brunette was taller than you, making you stand on your toes.

— I know what you need. — You said, placing small kisses on her neck area.Wanda shivered.

— There's so much going on in that little head of yours, isn't there?

Trapping her in the door of her room, which makes small sounds, while she ran her hand over your body, squeezing your waist. You have become feral.

The kisses on her neck continued to Wanda's fleshy lips, who desperately pulled you to the bed. She couldn't keep her hands to herself, begging for more contact with your skin, you smiled into the kiss and removed your silk pajamas.

Wanda went down to the valley of your breasts, distributing kisses here and there, playing with your nipple with her thumb and sucking the other, paying attention to both of them.

You squirm and moan, that was where you were most sensitive, your excitement spread across your legs.

— Wanda…Please, need you.

But Wanda didn't get tired of paying attention to other parts of your body, marking it, purple spots were part of your body now, from your ribs to your neck.

— Do you want me to make you feel good mommy?

The word slipped out smoothly, feeling your heart beat faster. Nodding, Wanda moved forward, giving you another fierce and needy kiss. It didn't take long for Wanda's fingers to trace a journey to your cunt, who was moving in and out, your arousal already making it easier for her fingers to enter.

Wanda was drooling, wasting no time, she traced her tongue down your slit, you squirmed again, pushing your hips up for more friction.

Her tongue danced inside your pussy, and you responded with more and more moans, Wanda's thumb moving your bundle of nerves.

Pushing you to the limit, with your legs wobbling, but Wanda wasn't going to end anytime soon.

— Please, one more... You tried to push Wanda's hand away, everything was too much for you. But it was so good.

— Oh mommy, imagine what it would be like if I used my cock on you, you would be so full of my cum.

Wanda's thrusts were faster and sloppier, your sounds drove her crazy, wanting more.

Almost reaching your climax, Wanda returned to your pussy again, eliciting a loud moan from you, who quickly reprimanded yourself, Natasha is easy to wake up.

— Don't hide your sounds from me, mommy, please. The vibration is enough to make you cum. Your juices make a mess on Wanda's face, who looks at you with doe eyes. You laugh.

— Oh sweetheart, mommy made a mess don't she? —You said as you ran your fingers over the woman's face, licking your own cum.

— Did I Make a good job?

The brunette laid her head on your lap, both enjoying that moment.

— Did I make a good job? — Yes baby, you did.

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[sweetandscarlet]

thinking about my love.. emo wanda you will always be special to me !

[angi6i]

[lesbesapphic]

Mean Wanda AU

Summary - Wanda and You are stuck in an elevator. That's it.

Warning - angst, mean Wanda , panic attack , claustrophobia, etc

A/N- Hey everyone!

I am really happy for the love and support on this au! So glad that you all enjoy it. I wanted to write this sooner but recently..as usual I have been going through some financial crunch. It is hard to make it to each month with college and everything else and still be able to write and have a kitchen with filled groceries.

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“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while."

"Ugh." Wanda kicked the elevator door in frustration and your eyes widen when the lift shook slightly. "The fuck Wanda.." You exclaimed in annoyance mixed with fear at her actions. "Don't do that." You placed your hand on her elbow.

"Don't tell me what to do."  Wanda snapped and pushed your hand away harshly causing it to hit the wall of the lift. You hissed in pain and for a moment regret flashed in Wanda's eyes but replaced immediately with the same look of distressed.

"Fine. Do whatever you want." You pushed away from her as much as the confined space allowed you to. It had been happening for awhile now the elevator's power going off every once in a while resulting in people getting stuck in there. You two usually avoided getting in the elevator but lost in your bickering, you walked in there with Wanda following insuit, wanting to have her last word. Now you both were going to be stuck for atleast half an hour. You took out a book from your bag and sat down on the floor, hoping to pass the time quickly.

Not even two lines into the book, Wanda's constant foot tapping made you look up to the brunette, "Could you please stop that?" You asked and Wanda turned looking down to where you were sitting and you observed how agitated she looked. It was a little weird but you didn't think much of it, probably her not being able to check her phone.

"No. Just two more minutes and I am gonna break this door down." Wanda declared looking up at the vent and you got up as well, "What the fuck is your problem? It's just a matter of 20 minutes. You can't sit without your phone for 20 minutes?" You asked crossing your arm waiting for her to answer.

"It's..It's not that.." Wanda tried speaking but stopped and looked down at your book instead of you. This behaviour of her was very out of character, by now Wanda would have replied to you with a witty insult about your lack of social life or choices of friends but nothing, instead she was trying to explain her problem. It was weird.

"Wanda.." You stepped forward, placing your hand on her elbow, "No! Don't touch me.." She pushed your hand away and you looked into her eyes, the panic in them when she saw how close you were to her, sweat forming on her forehead. You instantly pulled away, "Okay Okay! I won't!" You held your hands up in the air watching as Wanda tried to keep her breathing in control. It was as if she was having a panic attack then it clicked.

"Wanda..are you claustrophobic?" You couldn't help but ask when the older girl nodded, her hand placed on her face her whole focus remaining on her breathing. You turned around searching in your bag for a water bottle, "Here." You handed it to Wanda who frantically grabbed it from you, trying to open the cap and when she failed to do so, you could see the panic rising within her very quickly.

Wanda pushed the bottle toward you and you could see the tears bubbling in her eyes and you looked away, quickly taking the bottle and opening the cap for her. She took big gulps of the liquid and turned around away from you, placing her head on the wall as she tried getting her breathing under control. You knew it was taking everything in her to not breakdown and she was desperately searching for control as she wasn't the one who to be vulnerable in front of anyone. Especially you.

You stayed quiet while Wanda got herself under control, observing the change in her breathing going back to a little normal. The brunette turned around and when she noticed you staring at her, she narrowed her eyes at you causing you to raise your hands in surrender, "You feeling okay now?" You asked and Wanda opened her mouth to reply and the look on her face told you that she was going to say something sarcastic but refrained herself and nodded instead before moving down to the floor, sitting against the wall. You decided to do the same and took out a book to read, occasionally glancing at the girl next to you incase she needed anything.

"Do you want me to read it to you? It might take you to a different place." You offered quietly when Wanda looked much more settled, the panic simmering down to intense anxiety, you could tell by the way, she was scratching the skin of her arm to distract herself. Wanda glanced at you and nodded after a moment. You didn't understand why your heart ached at how small and vulnerable the older girl looked, despite the leather jacket and the piercings, one look at her and no one would believe the terror she creates in people everywhere she'd go.

You flipped through the pages of your Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, deciding to read about the quidditch match, hoping the description of open sky and freely flying through it may distract her from the closed space she was in. You started reading, occasionally glancing over to Wanda who after a page of reading looked significantly calmer, she had stopped picking at the skin of her arm which felt like a huge relief to you.

The familiar scent of lavender mixed with cigarette engulfed your nose faster than the surprise when Wanda inched closer to you until your arms were touching and you glanced up at her, stopping your reading, "My head hurts.." She stated and you nodded softly, "Do you want me to stop reading?" You offered and watched as she shook her head, the familiar look of distress falling on face again and you wondered what was triggering it now and how you could take it away.

"No..The reading is good..it helps." Wanda reassured and you nodded urging her to speak up, "I just want to lay down but the floor is too dirty for my hair.." She trailed off and you looked at the floor and nodded in agreement. Wanda's eyebrows furrowed and you could see the frustration building up on her but you didn't know what she wanted. You couldn't just magically conjur a bed for her.

"Y/N!"

"What? What do you want me to do?" You asked putting the book down on the floor and giving Wanda your full attention, panicking a little at not understanding what the older girl wanted you to do to ease her distress.

Wanda groaned and pushed your hands off your lap, placing her head on it and lying down on the floor sideways. Your eyes widen at the physical proximity of the two of you and you were snapped back into reality when the older girl spoke again, "Read." You could hear the embarrassment in her voice and decided to not trouble her further, continuing with your reading.

Not even two page through and suddenly Wanda grabbed your hand that was on your side and placed it on her head, it took you a moment to realise what she wanted you to do and you slowly started running your hand through her hair, massaging the scalp with your shaky hand, your heart beating faster when you started noticing the little details such as how soft her hair were and how she was making those soft content humming noises and redness in her cheeks. Wanda snapped you out of your thoughts again, "Read." She commanded softly and you instantly started reading to make her comfortable.

Every now and then you would glance down at Wanda who would be humming in contentment and listening to every word you say as your hand moved through her hair. You would have to admit that being this close to the older girl was sort of nice. And as much as you wanted the elevator to start again, a very selfish part of you would be missing being able to comfort Wanda and being there for her when she needed you to.

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A/N - I really hope you all enjoyed it!

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[wndaswife]

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