#marvel wanda

[wandasfifthwife]

*ೃ༄ the difference between daddy!wanda & mommy!wanda

hockey coach/player! wanda x afab!reader ︎tw ͏ 𖧷 MDNI, top!wanda, bottom!reader, mentions or hints to sexual acts such as (fingering, oral (v & strap), grinding, tribbing, scissoring, strap in v), kinks such as degradation/praise, marking, exhibition ͏a/n ︎ 𖧷 inspired by this post. I WILL POST A FIC OF R CALLING W DADDY FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE SOON!

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❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡mommy!wanda 💐

* these are the moments when she’s giving, gentle—

* it’s when R wakes up late at night, pulling on her shirt and Wanda’s turning over, half-asleep to sedate R’s neediness

* these are when she’s at practice, a hand on R’s hip as she’s talking to the kid’s parents

* it’s how she’s checking in on you often, pressing a kiss to your cheek when she notices how you’re looking down

* this is when she’s expressing her love for you, whispering how beautiful you are—all of you, mind body and soul

* it’s how she kisses you sweetly, hand on your face

* this is love confessions throughout your intimate moments

* these are moments when you’re eating her out and she’s guiding you through it, telling you how good you are for her, how lucky she is to have you

* this is when she either knows what you want, or if not she’ll ask and do everything you ask and more

* this is where if you want to control the situation, she’ll sit back and let you ride her, she’ll let you finger her—and she’ll be so kind to you

* it’s when she coos when she notices tears, wiping them from your cheeks immediately

* these are moments when she’s building you up again, helping you if you’re ever feeling down/bad about yourself or your body

* It’s small makeouts on her couch, grinning when she feels you grind on her lap and whimper so sweetly into her mouth

* this is when you can feel it mentally, you feel loved and taken care of, your heart and body feeling more confident after

* it’s when she’s bringing you water/food after, talking with you, and setting a hot bath for you to relax in after an intimate moment

fics w/ mommy!wanda —> locker room | my hands are cold, warm them?

❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡daddy!wanda 💐

* these are the moments when she’s calling the shots, demanding—

* it’s when W loses a game and takes her frustration out, roughly pulling R down on her strap

* it’s the way she slams opponents into the screened wall when she’s heard them talk about you like you’re single and open for taking

* it’s the marks she loves to leave on your skin, biting down to hear you cry out

* this is when she’s feeling cocky about how good she makes you feel, smiling at your blissful expression

* it’s when she’s calling you names, titles such as slut are used, meant to make you feel degraded

* these are moments when she can’t help herself, pushing you into some crammed space to make your eyes roll to the back of your head

* this is when she’s pushing her strap past your lips, laughing when you choke or have tears pooling in your eyes

* this is when she has a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt on purpose as she eyes down another who’s been looking at you for too long

* it’s when she’s pushing you over the edge to pull you right back in despite your little (untrue/false) statements for her to “stop”

* she doesn’t and won’t let you lead, she’s going to be pulling all the reigns

* this is when you can feel it after— legs shaky and a limp in your step

* it’s when she’s falling asleep on you after with a smile on her face, the both of you too tired to go anywhere after her drawn out ministrations on you

fics w/ daddy!wanda —> she tells me keep fucking cause she loves this shit | your jealousy is showing (on me)

[wandaslittlelove]

Destined Part 3

Warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), enchanted strap (r receiving), breeding, forced pregnancy

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It had been about a week since Wanda brought me to this cabin. Within the week she had been playing nice. No yelling, no magic use, nothing. Just pure sweetness. I’m not sure what terrified me more. She had been cooking meals for me everyday, leaving small lingering kisses on my cheek, and allowing me to have free roam of the cabin. She even occasionally let me outside.

The small cabin was surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch for miles. On one side of the cabin there was a sheep pin and the other side was a small little Garden that she would tend to everyday around noon. I wasn’t allowed any further than the end of the sheep pin which was something she made very clear on the first day I was here.

Now though as I sat in the living room watching the tv that Wanda had turned on for me before she went back through the portal to her “castle” I could feel a feeling rise up into me that signified something wasn’t right.

I heard the angry footsteps before I saw her. They echoed throughout the house as she got closer. The closer she got the worse the feeling in my stomach become.

Soon I was face to face with a furious Wanda and before I could say anything she was gripping me by the hair and dragging me to the bedroom. I was forced onto the bed and quickly found my arms tied to the bed with her magic. She angrily mumbled something before flicking her wrist causing my clothes to disappear.

“Wanda? Wanda stop!” I begged as she began to remove her clothes as well. Although that only seemed to make her angrier as she gripped my throat tightly.

“Shut up slut. I have not had a good day. Now be good and let me use you”

Bringing one of her hands up she began to pinch and tug at my nipples. I could already feel my body reacting to the familiar touch as I arched up into her and tried to keep from moaning. I hate that my body still wanted her after everything. As she pulled on my nipples the anger on her face slowly started to disappear a little.

As I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax a little I felt something rub up against my cunt. I opened my eyes quickly and looked down panicked only to be shushed by Wanda.

“Hush detka it’s okay. Mommy’s just going to fill you up with her strap okay. Just wanna feel you” I had heard that sentence multiple times. And by the wording I knew she had enchanted it. We had done it many times before with her always pulling out in fear I may actually get pregnant since neither of us really knew what her magic was capable of.

I gasped as I felt two of her fingers enter me before she started to curl and scissor them, stretching me out. Leaning down she kissed me softly before loosening her grip on my neck.

“Being such a good girl for me. Just gotta stretch you” she mumbled as my stomach began to tighten signaling my orgasm. She brought her thumb to rub my clit in quick circles and began to suck on my neck no doubt leaving hickeys behind. With a loud moan I came all over her fingers and felt her smile against me before pulling away.

As I regained my breath I was given no warning as she began to slowly enter me with the strap. Even being prepared I still struggled against my magical restraints as I felt my walls tighten around her. She let out a chocked moan before slamming into me fully. Her hands were on my hips as she breathed heavily with her eyes closed. Her lips were between her teeth and her grip on my waist tightened before she slowly pulled out only to roughly thrust back in and kept repeating it.

“God, you feel so good around me. So tight and warm. Never gonna get tired of being inside you” her thrusts grew rougher and faster as she felt my arousal leak around her as well as the remnants of my first orgasm. I couldn’t hold back the moans anymore they grew louder the closer I got.

As her thrust began to grow sloppy I could tell she was close. With a weak body I attempted to struggle against my restraints wanting to touch her.

“Mo- mommy please. Wanna touch you” she looks down at me and shakes her head.

“I can’t detka. Can’t- fuck can’t have you trying to push me away when I pump my cum into you. Strange wants to say my kids aren’t real I’ll fucking show him” slowly I became more conscious the closer she got to her orgasm. She was going to come inside of me and there was nothing I could do. I knew nothing I said would stop her and I was to powerless to push her off. And maybe a piece of me wanted this. Wanted to be hers and have a family with her.

Just the thought alone made me get closer and closer to my orgasm. And the tightening of my walls caused her to get closer as well.

“Cum with me princessa. Cum with mommy” with a loud cry of her name I came around her strap soaking it with my juices. Not even seconds later I felt her still and the warmth of her cum filling my womb. With a couple more small thrusts to make the cum go deeper she collapsed on top of me with a sigh.

After a few minutes she begins to pull out causing me to whine and she stops.

“My needy slut. I’ll stay in you for a little but then we have to clean you up and get you some water.” Moving around a bit she finally settled in with me laying on top of her strap still buried inside me and drops of her cum leaking out.

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[wandanatsbaby]

One more

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warnings: smut, enchanted strap (r receiving), breeding kink, mommy kink

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“Relax Detka” Wanda said as she ran the tip of her strap through your folds for the 3rd time that night.

What had started out as harmless teasing on your end turned into her roughly fucking you for hours. She had started with her mouth, then her fingers, then her strap.

“Just one more"she muttered and she slowly slid back into you groaning at your tightness. She had enchanted the strap so that she could feel all of you and it only seemed to make her want more.

“One more mommy” I whined as she began to pump into me quickly.

“Fuck detka. You're so tight still” as she continues to pound into you she brings a hand up to your throat gripping tightly which makes your moans grow louder.

The sound of skin slapping and your moaning was the only thing able to be heard in the room and probably the whole compound.

“Mommy!” You screech as she brings a hand down to quickly rub your clit wanting you to cum quicker. The stimulation was to much. It was almost painful.

You attempted to bring a hand down to push her away but her eyes turned red and your hands were quickly pinned above your head.

She squeezes your neck tighter and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I told you to stay still, bunny. Don't make me punish you” whimpering at her words you feel the coil in your belly tighten

“Mommy gonna cum. Please” she down at where your bodies connect and let's out a moan watching as her cock disappears inside your tight pussy.

“Hold it just for a little longer bunny. Mommy's almost there” she moves her hand from your neck to your breast pulling and pinching your nipple and her thrusts start to get sloppy.

“Fuck cum bunny. Cum now” you cum with a loud cry of her name and only seconds later you feel a sticky substance fill you up causing you to moan louder.

Wanda watched is amazement as she pulls out and her cum begins to drip out of you. Without a second thought she pushes her cock back into you starting up her thrusts again causing you to cry from the overstimulation.

“I'm sorry bunny. I know I said that was the last one but now I have to breed you. Be a good girl and let me keep filling you up”

[disaster-writes-stuff]

CHAPTER 1: She knows how to get the best out of me

Warnings: s3lf harm themes, teacher x student relationship, heavy emotions.

One of the girls (AU) Men and minors dni!!!

It’s a day when y/n felt trapped in a pit of boredom. The heat was suffocating, and every minute felt like an eternity. She waited for the class to get over, her gaze drifting aimlessly around the room as she counted down the seconds until the end of class. 1800 seconds, 30 minutes

the monotony bored her out of her mind, thoughts of her teacher, Ms. Romanoff, kept coming up through Y/n’s gloomy mind. She couldn't help but imagine the most lustful thoughts about the teacher. Her hands, her deep raspy voice. The way Ms. Romanoff commanded the room with her confidence and grace. It was a brief respite from the dullness of the lesson, a small spark of excitement in an otherwise dreary day. But it still didn't change how y/n was feeling. The teacher was going on about some assignment but y/n couldn't care less and only wanted to feel her. But she would never let anyone in on her darkest fantasies

But then, like a bucket of cold water, Ms. Romanoff's sharp voice cut through the silence. y/n snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she hadn't been paying attention. She tried to focus on the lesson, but the words seemed to blur together, her mind drifting back to the thoughts of Ms. Romanoff. She sees the professor walk towards her not aware of what's going to happen. Oh fuck “Ms……?” “y/n,” you say “Miss y/n I expect you to be more attentive, or if you prefer to sleep over my lesson then kindly leave “I'm sorry ms Romanoff, I just felt a little-” “I do not want to hear your excuses” She cuts you off walks to her desk again and continues teaching What an asshole

As the minutes ticked by, Y/n grew more restless. She couldn't wait to escape the confines of the classroom and breathe in the fresh air outside. But when the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Y/n felt a pang of nervousness, but she never showed it

She gathered her things, trying to blend in with the crowd as she made her way to the door. But just as she reached it, she heard Ms. Romanoff's voice calling her name. *Y/n*'s heart sank as she turned to face her, her stomach churning with anxiety.

Ms. Romanoff's expression was stern as she scolded Y/n for not paying attention in class. *Y/n* felt her cheeks burn with shame as she mumbled an apology, her words barely audible over the noise of the other students leaving the room. Her harsh words were making you feel things. “I'm sorry I assure you it won't happen again” you blurt out just trying to get this done and move on. “I wanna know why this happened in the first place” “I told you I was feeling lightheaded,” you say and clutch the desk for dear life “You could-” Natasha gets interrupted “Miss Romanoff!” yells out the sociology teacher, Miss Maximoff. Miss Romanoff glances at you and says “We’ll continue this later” and scowls and goes to her colleague.

Feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, Y/n hurried out of the classroom, your mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened. She felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration, wishing she could go back and do things differently.

Leaning against the wall in the hallway, *Y/n* took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She felt trapped like she couldn't escape the cycle of monotony that seemed to define her life. You shut your eyes 

“Are you okay?” Miss Romanoff says You open your eyes, tremble out a response and quickly scatter away.

I put on my noise-canceling headphones and walk at a slower pace. I have never had an anxiety attack. I spout a cafe and buy myself iced tea and a sandwich. I feel just a little better, enough to get up and walk home I put on my sunglasses, the heat is unbearable. I still feel hollow, and hungry but at least I won't faint. I'm walking and*bump* *slosh*  FUCK MY ICED TEAYou hardly pay attention to who it got spilled on, rather you dread the loss of your 4 dollars. 

You take off your sun goggles and look up to apologize. God? Do you hate me“I see we meet again,” she says

She? Ms. Romanoff “Listen, miss it's a really bad time, bad day, bad luck whatever. I'm sorry, again for this,” you say with eyes that convey your regret and pain “It's okay, it's leather anyway, get me a tissue will you?”

“Sure yeah sure” You pull out a handkerchief with your initials embroidered on it in the corner. And hand it to her. You don't give much thought, to avoid further awkwardness you run away “Hey, your napk-” but you were already gone.

The professor picks up your emptied iced tea and throws it in the trash can. She looks at the price and scoffs “Relying on caffeine instead of meals? Of course, you faint and have a bad day, stupid” She wipes the sticky spilled iced tea off her leather coat and orders 2 shots of espresso and bruschetta. You reach home, enter your dorm house, and break down in tears. You don't know why, are you in such a state right now? y/n was never the kind to be easily dominated or to break down so easy You take off your clothes and get into a steaming hot shower. Hot enough to turn your skin red, painful enough to hurt a lot, but not hot enough to melt you completely into the drain. The water turns cold which sends a sharp sting to your slightly burnt skin. You get out, and take out day-old spaghetti. Day old? It has grown some new life on it. You throw it out. You door dash some pizza. At 8 pm your bell rings which scares the shit out of you. You weren't used to anyone visiting you, your food already arrived and parcels didn't arrive at night. It is a delivery guy with a huge. A huge drink of iced tea The guy hands you a letter You open it ‘Complete your assignment on Kafka's imagery and metaphors’ ‘N.R’ Who? …………………………………………… Oh ‘N.R’ Natasha Romanoff She sent me an iced tea. Oh for earlier. You can't help but smirk at the gesture. You send her a text You : “Thank you for the iced tea, sweet gesture but confusing. Regardless, thank you. Btw how did you get my address?” 8:43 Ms Romanoff 💗 “You forget that you live on the dorm grounds and I just had to make one call to the dorm manager to ask where you live” 9:01 “Oh.” There are better times for iced tea. But I'll drink it anyway. Maybe I will in the morning The fact that she took so much effort to find your address and sent the same iced tea just for me Oh god, she makes me feel the worst things. You scroll through your Twitter feed and fall asleep while watching the Grammys drama and being sad over the fact that Lana del Rey didn't win. again. 7:45 am. The alarm which had been slept through 9 times rings. You open your eyes. The sun is shining a little too bright Of course

You're late

You brush your teeth. Change into an unironed skirt and a blouse. You grab your laptop, a notebook, and some pens. Phone yes, phone is also necessary.

The iced tea

7:58 am You grab your bag and the iced tea and dash out. You'll make it in time for sure. You calculate in your head. The walk to your class should take 15 minutes. Class starts at 8:30 You stop at the cafe again. Before entering you see a head of bright red hair. Should I stay or should I go, is the question to ask and the song playing inside the cafe which you can faintly hear. The assignment fuck. Maybe I should skip her class. But that's rude. She sent me iced tea yesterday. Why am I? y/n letting a woman dominate my life over such a trivial matter

Fuck it I'm going in*ding* The cafe bell rings but Natasha doesn't bother to check who has entered. You toss the empty drink of iced tea in the trash and walk up to the counter hoping the woman doesn't notice you. Which she does. You turn to look at her.

It's not Natasha “Good morning Miss Maximoff!” thank god“Oh good morning sweetheart, come sit!”  she is adorableYou order a croissant and a small drink of coffee Miss Maximoff was having the same thing “Hey so um, I was just heading-” “To college? Coincidence much?” she laughs and says “DO you come to this place often?” Wanda asks “No, not really. I properly took notice of this place yesterday. I find it convenient” “Well us professors come here often, I guarantee that whenever you come here you find a professor here or two” “Oh wow crazy huh” Her alarm rings. “y/n what class do you have “Huh” “Which class do you have for first period” she says as she starts to speed up her eating process ad starts packing her notebooks “Oh literature, miss-” “Romanoff, yes. Well hurry up I'm sure Natasha is not fond of late people “Yeah- uh- what time is it?” “8:20” “FUCK, um sorry miss Maximoff, I- am late thank you for chatting i-i need to go-” you head to the counter and pay. And dash out Wanda was left with a confused expression.

You enter your class and sit down in the backside corner seat in hopes of avoiding Natasha’s gaze on you.

Exactly a minute later she entered the room and the first thing she does is look at you and smirk a little. That action made your heart speed up. “Good morning class, I have an idea for your seating arrangement. I think the students who don't participate or have trouble participating should come up in front. So I can divide my attention equally”Oh god. I bet my life She'll call me first“Why don't we start with……” she looks around the room and her eyes land on you as she smirks.

“y/n! Come on up front. right in front” Your stomach churns and you flush very obviously

You sit uncomfortably, Natasha's gaze has been on you for a long time. She moves one or two students around more and then starts the lesson.

Your eyes never leave her figure. How her lips move, her stance. All this while she's well aware of your eyes on her which she loves.

Natasha's mind was no less innocent. Natasha was a very experienced woman who knew how to get her way with everyone. But she never laid eyes on a student because she never felt they were up to par. But the way y/n would look at her made her think of how to ruin her. She wanted to completely control the poor student.

But Natasha didn't know that her student wasn't so innocent after all. y/n wanted Natasha. Sure she has made out with people and gone second base. But she always had a narcissistic side to her which led her to believe no one could satisfy her. But for Natasha, she’d go to extreme lengths to just be touched by her. She felt an unexplainable attraction to her.

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[imtryingbuck]

Girlfriends

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you and Wanda start dating

Word count: 485

Warnings: bisexual reader. Fluff - well my poor attempt at it.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is terrible it’s been sitting in my drafts for ages now so…yeah. Also this was the first thing I ever wrote for Wanda.

Translation: kotenok - kitten

Masterlist

Nat was the first and only person who knew of your feelings for the other female on the team, she didn’t judge you for your feelings. She didn’t once judge you for being confused about your sexuality - you dated guys, you were attracted to guys, you thought women were beautiful but nothing more, nothing less.

Then you met Wanda.

The attraction you felt for her was strong and confusing to you but it was a comfortable kind of confusion. You felt at home whenever you was near her, felt safe, finally felt content.

Nat bless her heart tried to get you to confess your feelings and just as she was about to give up, you agreed that it was time.

Even if it did blow up in your face.

“I’m nervous Nat” Nervous was a complete understatement.

“Why? It’s Wanda, just tell her kotenok”

“Easier said than done! What if she doesn’t feel the same way? Then I’ve messed up our friendship all because I was reading way more into our conversations or-or-“

“Kotenok breath! I’m 99.9% sure she feels the same way, she probably nervous too”

“Only 99.9%? That’s not great Natty”

“Shut up and stop pulling on your sleeves”

“I’m not doing it, I’m sure I’ve just been reading into it, hoping that she’d feel the same and-and I’m pretty sure she’s dating Vision so…”

“Y/n she’s not dating Vision - hey look at me - you can do this. And if, if she doesn’t feel the same me and you can buy lots of snacks, cuddle up in bed and watch movies okay?”

“Okay okay I can do this! I’m doing it. Wish me luck”

Chuckling “You don’t need luck”

Knocking on Wanda’s door, you fidgeted on the spot. You were seconds away from doing a runner when the door opened.

“Hey Y/n”

“Hi Wand”

“You... are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah I’m fine... I was just walking past and I thought ‘I haven’t seen Wanda today’ so here I am” Giving her a tight lipped smile you mentally slap yourself for being so awkward.

Chuckling “That’s fine, you want to come in?”

“Yeah sure, thank you”

Her room always smelled of lavender with a hint of honey, like every time you was in here you felt at peace. You were about to sit down on the egg chair she had when she stopped you.

“Sit on the bed, I won’t bite”

“I-Wanda I actually wanted to ask you something”

“You know you can ask me anything” Smiling at you she sits next to you.

“W-would yo-you maybe go-“

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

“Can I kiss you Y/n/n?”

“Yes”

The kiss was incredible. There should have been fireworks going off in the background kind of kiss.

Pulling away from her wasn’t something you wanted to do but needed.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Wanda asks in a shy voice.

“Yes!”

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[amphibiahawks321]

Wanda : Let's play 20 questions!

M!Reader : okay, I'll go first what's your favourite animal-

Wanda : RED! Do you like quirky girls??

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

James Buchanan (Bucky) Barnes submission

Wanda Maximoff submission

The Riddler submission

[lady-ashfade]

A sweet family welcome home.

Wanda Maximoff x Female reader.

Gif not mine, if you want it taken down please tell me.

Plot: You haven’t noticed you’ve been over working yourself, but your boss does and tells you to go home. You come home to your loving family and have a very loving welcome home. Also with some chaos.

Warnings: FLUFF! FLUFF! And bad writing.

Disclaimer: Just watched MOM and I want to write for her so I did, this doesn’t hold any spoilers. I just wanted a family with her and her to be happy after west view so that’s what I’m giving her. So I wrote this short story.

Send me more request for her- Or any of the other characters I do.

Length: Medium

“Y/n..”

“Y/n..”

“Y/N”

You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the voice of someone calling you. You were so caught up in your work that you forgot about anything else. The voice was old and cracked, it was your boss.

“Sir, I am sorry.” You straighten your posterior from slouching on your office chair. “I got lost in thought” You gave him a small smile as a apology.

He waved his hand to dismiss your words, your apology wasn’t called for. “I think I need to dismiss you. You’ve been working overtime all week, So, please pack up for tonight”

You blinked repeatedly at him. “We have lots of work that need to be done and-”He cut off your protest with his own.

“And I thank you for your work, I feel like you’re the only true worker here. For that reason I will not have you over working yourself” You let out a sigh.

The sigh was almost like a chuckle and you didn’t truly notice how much you needed a break. You were doing it for your family so you didn’t think twice.

“Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll get on it when I come back” He smiled and looked down as he reached his hand beneath his suit jacket.

He pulled out a envelope and held it out to you. “What is this?” You questioned as you took the envelope.

“Your over time came early and before you say anything, I do not want your thanks” You once again felt your heart warm up at your bosses kindness.

He walked away before you could say anything else. You smirked and started to pack up your things in your bag.

You’ve always known he had a soft spot for you. Probably because you DID your work…

And brought him cookies.

You groaned as the grocery bag twisted your hand skin in a wrong way as you tried to open your front door with the other.

You opened the door successfully and pushed it open and grabbed the bags you placed down.

“You know, dear. I keep getting impressed that you carry in all the groceries by yourself”

You looked over to the voice of your wife, Wanda. Your beautiful red haired goddess, how you got so lucky you’ll never understand.

“I may not have powers but I make it my job to do it, makes me feel powerful. Unless our boys want something. Then they have to work for it” She let out a laugh and followed you to the kitchen.

You put down the groceries bags on the counter and let out a breath of relief. You felt a hand slip around your waist from the back.

“I thought you were staying late” Her so soft yet filled with a hint of sadness.

“I was but my boss let me out, and I’m grateful” You slipped from her grasp just to turn around and put a hand on her cheek.

You both looked into each others eyes, filled with so much Love. True loves glance isn’t so easy to come by but when you find it you know.

“I get to come home to my beautiful wife” You pulled her in for a soft kiss as you both let out a small sigh.

You caressed her cheek as she pulled you in and held you by the hips. As if was for the first time you kissed, you still had the same passion.

Being broken apart by loud ruckus being heard from the floor above you. You both smiled as you knew it was from you kids running. Probably just finding out you’re home. “And our boys” You followed the sound of the thumps.

“Mom”!”

You heard the shouts of your two boys rushing down the stairs. You turned and walked forward a bit and opened your arms for them to run into.

“Boys” They ran into your arms and hugged you tightly around your waist. You reached down to stroke the top of their heads and smiled.

“We’ve missed you” they said, voices muffled by being hidden as they hugged you. “I’ve missed you both two” They pulled back from you and gave you a look you knew all too well.

“We have something to show you” Tommy rushed to the coffee table in the living room.

“Here we go” you hear, Wanda say with a smile and slight laughter.

“I promise we wouldn’t ask for anything ever again” Billy swore as he begged you for something you didn’t even know yet.

Tommy came back with a page in his hand and pushed it to you, very excited.

“Okay, let’s see here” You looked at the page and saw what they where begging for. “Book fair” was in big print as well as every information about it.

You looked at wanda to see her throw her hands up. “I told them to ask you” She defensed herself.

“Please, mom.” Billy put his hands together and looked up at you with sad puppy eyes.

“Yeah, pleaseee” Tommy dragged out the please as he followed his brothers actions.

You make a hard thinking face to get them to think you were truly think about it. They watched very intently as your wife tried not to laugh.

“Fine, we can go” They cheer and shook each other In excitement. Only to stop when you put a hand on your hip.

“One condition” They looked up at you very seriously.

“I get to buy a invisible pen” You smiled breaking your ‘serious’ character and they both nodded.

“Those are the coolest” Tommy agreed with you.

You reached out your hands and ruffed their hair up. “Go get your pajamas on, it’s movie night” The nodded and quickly ran away to their room while talking about what they where going to buy.

“You’re like a big baby” Wanda comment as you turned around to see her smirking.

“A big baby you married, and I happen to think the pens are cool. And so does Tommy” You sticked your tongue out at her and she only rolled her eyes playfully.

“They begged me all day as soon as I picked them up” She walked over to you and looked at the bags still laying on the counter.

“Well I hope you didn’t want me to say no. I used to love book fairs when I was growing up” You remembered all the memories about being young.

“That’s not what I thought at all, i was actually hoping you would say yes”

You smiled and took her hand to bring her closer, only for her to put her drink down and place her arms around your neck.

“I’ve truly missed you” You said while putting your head to hers as you leaned close together. She only closes her eyes and smiled feeling the love like she always did.

“I’ve missed you too, dearest”

[bwbawa]

now that mcu wanda is finally dead, this is my official petition to replace elizabeth olsen !

(the fancasts are so much better)

[wandasfifthwife]

your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

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

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

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

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

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

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

“Saturday, 7PM.”

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

“If not, I have you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanda, I can’t—“

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

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

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

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

“Wan—wait.”

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

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

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

“Ah! Wands—you—“

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

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

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

“Like that?”

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

“ah! wands please—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re fine, love.”

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

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

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

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

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

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

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

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

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

“Wanda, he—“

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

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

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

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[wandaslittlelove]

Destined - Part 0

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of death

The rain poured as I stared out the window. It had been almost two weeks since I had seen Wanda and about a month since my sister had sacrificed herself for a stone.

When I came back from the blip it felt like seconds had passed but really it had been five years. In those five years my sister was alone. Grieving my loss. Then when I came back and found out she was gone I was grieving hers. It seemed as if neither of us could ever get a happy ending. 

Being devastated by the loss my immediate thought was Wanda. Was she okay? Where is she? But I knew it all had to wait for after the battle against Thanos. I saw Wanda many times on the battlefield and tried to go to her but each time she would move away from me.

After the battle I sat in front of Tony Stark. The many who had been like another sibling to me for years. He was gone. I held Peter's crying figures in my arms that day as he cried for his mentor. Yet another family member had been taken from both of us.

Tony’s funeral is the last time I’ve seen Wanda. The last time I held her in my arms and the last time I was held in hers. I was told she stole Vision's body and had taken over a town called Westview to create her Perfect family. 

I was devastated at hearing this. First my sister dies, then Tony, and now Wanda has run off with the corpse of a man she had always reassured me she never liked. 

So I moved. I stayed in the compound as I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Natasha's room had become a safe haven along with the gray tabby.. A little gray tabby that enjoyed cuddles. Cinder was her name and she was the one thing that was currently keeping me grounded.

That was until Wanda came bursting through my front door with rain dripping down her body. A Pained expression on her face as she held her side. We both said nothing as I moved to quickly inspect her injury and when I saw it was just a couple of bruised ribs I let out a sigh of relief.

She was the one that talked first. She told me of Westview and how a woman named Agatha Harkness came for her magic and that's how she got the bruises. She told me of her boys, Tommy and Billy, and how they were the perfect kids. I listened silently as my ex Fiance told me all about the fantasy life she had created with a Robot. And I said nothing as she told me that she missed me. Nothing as she told me why she did it. And once again Nothing as she told me of the countless nights she spent with the man I had always been insecure about.

“So I just came to say that it would work out better if you stopped loving me. I’ve done so many things to hurt you. I cheated on you for two years. So please forget me.”

“So I'm not allowed to love you anymore?” I asked with my head turned away from wanda. Ever since Westview was created and she chose vision instead of me we had been arguing non stop.

“That's not what I'm saying!” I look at Wanda with a stone face not wanting to show her how much she's hurting me.

“Really? Because I believe the words ‘it would work out better if you stopped loving me’ mean that.” Wanda looks at me annoyed before she speaks

“I'm just saying it would be easier”

“For who? Me or you” the silence from wanda is all the information I need. With a scoff I pick up my bag before walking to the front door. 

“Knowing that you chose a robot over your fiance really says a lot about you Wanda. You created a whole life with someone you had claimed to barely know while I was grieving the death of my sister. And when it all came crashing down you run back to me. I don't want that. I don't want you. I stopped loving you as soon as you ran into his arms” as i exited the place that had once been my home the tears had finally started to fall. Although they weren't out of sadness.

I was free. Finally free…or that's what I thought 4 months ago. 

Until suddenly Wanda was trying to kill a child for her magic. Until Dr. Strange came to my door asking for help. And Until I found out our destinies would forever be linked.

Taglist: @alexawynters @username23345 @casquinhaa

[wandanatsbaby]

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Pairing: Step Mom Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: slight dark Wanda, hints of sexual content

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Your favorite time with Wanda was when your father would leave on business trips and Wanda would insist on cuddling together in her bed. She would hold you close and whsiper about how much she loved you and how soon you both would be together all by yourselves as she gave you kisses on the head and occasionally the lips. You weren't sure what she meant by the by yourselves part but you let yourself hum in contempt in gladly accept whatever she said you to you to out of it to realize the words.

"Are you mine?"

"Yes"

"Do you want me to take you away?"

"Yes"

No matter what it was you always agreed

Your second favorite thing to do with Wanda was cook. You loved seeing her cooking and listening to her explain the steps to you. You especially loved when she would come up behind you and press you between the counter and her to "help" you. Which often times turned into dinner being a little later.

Movie nights where also a favorite of yours. Getting to cuddle up close to her even when your dad was there because he was blind and thought you two were just getting along. Wanda would stroke your waist as you fidgety in your seat and slowly Wanda's hands would move down as your father started to fall asleep. She would whisper to you to be quiet and still but she eventually would have to take you upstairs.

[disaster-writes-stuff]

CHAPTER 2 :I'm no force for the world to see

One of the girls (AU) Men and minors dni!!! Warnings: teacher x student relationship. Heavy drinking. Cursing. Dark themes. You never gave pursuing your teacher a thought. It was very inappropriate. But Natasha. Natasha natasha natasha natasha natasha natasha. She was all you could think of for the next few days. Or maybe even more. You went to that cafe every day in hopes of seeing her there again. But to your luck, you only met Wanda twice and a few other professors you'd seen around the university. You went there at least 11 times a week and waited for hours. You would dress up for her classes and pay special attention………… to Natasha, not her lectures duh. You stalked her social media and took routes that you knew she’d take. Natasha was a smart woman. She soon realized everything and put two and two together. Natasha was a cunning woman too. She knew you were going to the cafe for her, she knew why you took a sudden interest in dressing up and changing routes, of course, she wouldn't bless you with her presence that easily. She would change her routes daily and ignore you on purpose which made you want her even more. She’d sometimes watch you from afar. She loved seeing your pout when you were disappointed by her absence. Natasha also stalked your social media. She loved it when you posted outfit checks. Both of you secretly hoped that the other was stalking you so you both posted very stalkable things like specific songs and slightly slutty pictures. You both enjoyed the twisted things you both did for each other. Sometimes when it was hot in the classroom, you’d open your shirt buttons, but never enough to let her peek, just enough so she's pacing around you to get a peek. She on these hot days would roll her sleeves up and lose her tie. She loved it when you stared at her arms and collarbones. _____________________________________________________________ It was a Friday night. You thought you should complete your assignment but The party at the club sounded good You picked out a short black dress and some heels, you did your makeup and surprisingly your hair looked good. You post an Instagram story to the song ‘Older’ by Isabel LaRosa. Clever choice :)

You call an Uber and reach the club by 10:15. You had full plans on getting drunk and dancing. You enter the club and immediately regret it. The loud music was a curse to your ears, the flashing lights could give you a seizure. It was hot in the club, people grinding and looking for attention from literally anyone which made you cringe. You wanted one thing, drinks. You go straight to the bar and ask for 4 shots of vodka. You feel a pair of hands on your back and you turn around and see a random girl who is very drunk trying to coax you towards her. The sight disgusted you. How dare anyone else besides Natasha lay hands on me? The girl was attractive. She had the same red hair and the The same blueish-green eyes. You'd be lying if you didn't immediately want to be in her arms. You wanted Natasha to be here with you. You wanted her to grind against you, to kiss you, to be there with you when a random girl came up to you to seduce you. But she wasn't here. The burning in your throat and the pit in your stomach grew wider as you downed 4 more shots. You felt dizzy and incredibly sad. If anyone from the college knew you were thinking of leaving THE GRAND party of the city at the most elite club for which you paid 80 dollars, they would call you insane. The Carmine was an elite club that everyone wanted to party in once in their lives. You sit on the counter after downing…..you lose count of the number of shots. The world is spinning, the music is too loud and you want to lay on the floor and cry but alas you'd be stabbed by someone's heels. Your head starts to fall on the bar counter. At some point, you probably started crying and it wasn't even embarrassing since everyone was busy gyrating. And drinking You feel a pair of cold hands lift your bridal style. You look at the person and see Natasha. You look at her and start crying even more because you know this isn't real, that your desperation has gotten the best of you. Natasha’s POV: Perhaps I should've approached her earlier when she wasn't as drunk. Seeing her in this pathetic state of being passed out drunk and sobbing, in her little black dress wasn't a scenario I'd imagined ever happening, but well I had to take advantage of that. I make my way through the crowd and pick her up before some random creep does. In my arms, she looks so pretty. All of this along with her crying about how she wants to be badly fucked by me and how she knows I'm not real. Adorable, her lack of reality is adorable. Although I could take her home with me, she was drunk, and I was not done playing my game, she probably wouldn't remember this by morning. And that's the sad part, but also it's in my favor. I called my sister Yelena who owns the club to call the club taxi to drop her home. As much as I am infatuated with her I can't be seen driving my drunk student to her home.

Or wait. I call Yelena and she picks up the phone annoyed with my 7th call that night “Yelena? Hello?” “Yes sestra what is it? Car? Check on a girl? Need a girl? Want my VIP pass? What is it?!” “Calm down Lena, Can you um- like. It's really strange but can you send me one of your girlfriend's wigs and some big sunglasses?” “Natasha it's midnight, why do you need BIG sunglasses?” “Shh, just send me that okay?” “Fine паразит (parazit)”

‘Love you bye” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The car arrived with a blonde wig and big sunglasses. Natasha worried you'd not make it safely into your apartment so she decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally. She had you in her arms, passed out drunk, and occasionally mumbling something. All while she was wearing a blonde wig and comically large sunglasess She loved the vulnerable state you were in, and how you were at her complete mercy. Your face was adorable, It was perfect. She could smell the strong vodka on your lips, which she loved. Natasha loved vodka. She started fumbling her hand in your purse to look for your keys. She found it attached to a Fig keychain She opened the door after a lot of struggle. One arm holding you and the other is in the keyhole trying to open the door. She enters your apartment and the strong smell of your tommy girl perfume hits her. The mess of magazines and makeup scarred in your living room, the multiple cups of tea on the kitchen counter, the mess in your room with clothes all around that you can hardly see on the floor. She kept her wig and glasess aside on the coffee table “I guess you couldn't decide on an outfit for tonight huh” she chucked to herself. Different bras, panties, and thongs were also in a corner spread out. She picked up a black skims g-string thong and slipped it in her pocket “for later” She dropped all the clothes, makeup, and shoes on your bed to the floor. She looked at the straps of your dress and thought she should change you out of it but she didn't want to invade your privacy in such a state. She picked up an oversized t-shirt from the floor and a pair of shorts. Put the T-shirt over your dress and the shorts under. Then she carefully removed the dress respectfully. She took baby wipes from the dresser and then removed your makeup and applied moisturizer. Natasha was a perfectionist and would never let you go to bed in a bad state. Natasha was a perfectionist.

Nataha was a perfectionist. Seeing the state of the house bothered her too much. She knew a messy young girl like you would never clean up. She folded the clothes neatly and kept them on the couch. She turned on the humidifier while she did so. She put the makeup in your dresser and cleaned the tea mugs. She put some clothes in the washer and added exactly 15 ML of soap in the soap slot. She brushed your hair neatly and fed you an anti-hangover pill. She would never be caught doing this for anyone. She was too reserved with herself to care for someone this much. But you You were different. She left a note on your dresser

“Hey, stranger! We met at the bar, remember? I was the girl with the silver dress. You passed out so I brought you back home by searching for your address on ur phone. I cleaned your house up a bit because ya’ know gotta help girls out I wrote this so you don't freak out. My boyfriend dropped us home but don't worry he didn't come up. Sleeping in that dress of yours would've been painful so I changed you respectfully, I also removed your makeup because of skin damage haha. I'm sorry if I invaded your privacy. See you again soon. Take care! Love Lilah”

She cringed as she wrote that note. She didn't want you to freak out about her being the one who brought you home or a stranger. She wasn't going to tell you about the things she did. Writing the note made her feel a sense of protectiveness over you which she couldn't explain. It was the first time she felt like this. And it scared her.

Natasha tucked you in like a child in your bed comfortably and kissed your forehead as a reflex action. She immediately pulled back, surprised by the action she did.

Natasha was experiencing big emotions that she needed to seek out. But for the first time, it didn't feel like her guts were being twisted and pulled out. It felt like she could feel this forever, she wanted to feel this forever.

She gingerly exited your apartment. She let out a huge breath of sigh and couldn't help the blush and the smile creeping on her face.

Natasha wanted to hide these feelings. Shove them deep down and never feel them again. Is what she would've usually done

But this was different. She couldn't wait to have you completely. To make you hers. Halfway through the ride home, she realized "FUCK, I left the wig and glasses at her house" 🏷️ - @alexawynters

[divine-knight-hand]

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Key: ☁️ - Fluff ❤️ - Smut (18+ only!!!) ❤️‍🩹 - Angst

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Oneshots:

☁️ Imagine Breaking into a Theme Park with Wanda || AO3 Link

❤️‍🩹☁️ Imagine Wanda Coming To See You After Having A Nightmare || AO3 Link

☁️ Imagine Wanda Helping You Through “That Time of Month” || AO3 Link

☁️ Imagine Catching a Meteor Shower With Wanda || AO3 Link

☁️ Imagine Sneaking a Late Night Snack with Wanda || AO3 Link

☁️ Imagine Looking for Wanda at a Halloween Party || AO3 Link

[immclovinmilfs]

Getting into bot creation in janitor AI so here’s some of my wanda and lizzie bots😋 lmk if I need to improve on anything, some are friendly for all but mostly in WLW range and some are G!P

[sp1c3m0nst3r]

Watching my favourite show again

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