#sub wanda x top reader

[wandafiction]

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Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?

Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda

Each chapter will come with their own warnings.

This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.

So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies. 

I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense. 

All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe. 

I don't own any if the MCU characters.

Master List

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Yours or Mine

Chapter 2 18+ - First Time

Chapter 3 - How Much

Chapter 4 18+ - Beautiful

Chapter 5 - Accent

Chapter 6 - The Twins

Chapter 7 - Just Add 8

Chapter 8 - Panic Attack

Chapter 9 - Sounds Like A date

Chapter 10 - Happy Tears

Chapter 11 - Twenty Percent

Chapter 12 - Favourite Colour

Chapter 13 - Ex-husbands Clothes

Chapter 14 18+ - Trust is Not Like Candy

Chapter 15 - Morning Bliss

Chapter 16 - Sisterly Advice

Chapter 17 - Lunch Date

Chapter 18 - Not By Blood, By Choice

Chapter 19 18+ - Frozen Peas

Chapter 20 - Scarlet Witch

Chapter 21 - Iron Man

Chapter 22 18+ - Love Language

Chapter 23 - The Friends

Chapter 24 - Hela's Kitchen

Chapter 25 - The Question

Chapter 26 - From Second To First

Chapter 27 - Mr Blue Sky

Chapter 28 - Protective Friend

Chapter 29 - It's Real To Me

Chapter 30 - Pile On

Chapter 31 18+ - Water Fight

Chapter 32 - Head Scratches

Chapter 33 - Billy's Discovery

Chapter 34 - Superhero Trio

Chapter 35 - Pancakes and L Bombs.

Chapter 36 - 10 Out Of 10 Dive

Chapter 37 - Tickle Monster

Chapter 38 - Sarah Stark

Chapter 39 - Love Persevering

Chapter 40 - First Meeting

Chapter 41 - Hear, Listen, Take It In

Chapter 42 - Touch

Chapter 43 - Mockingbird

Chapter 44 - Family

Chapter 45 - Search Party

Chapter 46 - Bowl Of Popcorn

Chapter 47 - Pet Names

Chapter 48 - Trying Something New

Chapter 49 - French Braids

Chapter 50 - Not Taking Advantage

Chapter 51 - To Understand Someone

Chapter 52 - The Row

Chapter 53 - I Need You

Chapter 54 - Your Flaws Are Your Strengths

Chapter 55 - Jealousy

Chapter 56 - I Can't Be Here

Chapter 57 - Stephanie Grace Turner

Chapter 58 - Zak The Waiter

Chapter 59 - Declarations

Chapter 60 - Clingy

Chapter 61 - Triple Chocolate Brownies

Chapter 62 - Watch Me

Chapter 63 - Grown-Up Conversations

Chapter 64 - A+

Chapter 65 - Dynamic

Chapter 66 - You Don't Get It

Chapter 67 - Conditioned

Chapter 68 - Selachimorpha

Chapter 69 - Beed Stroganoff

Chapter 70 - Ruby-Throated Hummingbird

Chapter 71 - Realisations

Chapter 72 - Princess

Chapter 73 - The Talk

Chapter 74 - Black Widow

Chapter 75 - Can I Join You

Chapter 76 - Люли, люли, люленьки

Chapter 77 - Moose

Chapter 78 - Aurora Borealis

Chapter 79 - Calgary

Chapter 80 - Mirror

Chapter 81 - Massage and Important Conversations

Chapter 82 - Banff

Chapter 83 - Strawberries

Chapter 84 - Bayushki Bayu

Chapter 85 - Cookies

Chapter 86 - Control

Chapter 87 - Hyper Puppy

Chapter 88 - Treehouse

Chapter 89 - 312

Chapter 90 - Forgiveness

Chapter 91 - Always Feel Good

Chapter 92 - Your Third Love

Chapter 93 - Daddy

Chapter 94 - Home

Chapter 95 - Stalker

Chapter 96 - Can't Catch A Break

Chapter 97 - Mile High Club

Chapter 98 - Happy

Chapter 99 - Halloween

Chapter 100 - What's In The Box?

Chapter 101 - Hired

Chapter 102 - I've Got You

Chapter 103 - Missed Morning Message

Chapter 104 - Someone I Would Like You To Meet

Chapter 105 - Sis

Chapter 106 - Soulmates

Chapter 107 - Eleos

Chapter 108 - I Called Her Mom

Chapter 109 - Suka

Chapter 110 - How Have I Made It Worse?

Chapter 111 - What Scares You?

Chapter 112 - I Thought I Was Helping

Chapter 113 - What If They Leave?

Chapter 114 - Yelena!

Chapter 115 - Puppy In Training

Chapter 116 - Your Wish Is My Command

Chapter 117 - Morning Sex

Chapter 118 - Safe

Chapter 119 - Work On Yourself

Chapter 120 - Happy Thanksgiving

Chapter 121 - I Hate This

Chapter 122 - To Be A Deer

Chapter 123 - Is Love Enough?

Chapter 124 - Let's Go Out Out

Chapter 125 - Feeling Of Rejection

Chapter 126 - You Should Hate Me

Chapter 127 - You Ready?

Chapter 128 - Pietro

Chapter 129 - Questions And Opinions

Chapter 130 - What Are You Up To?

Chapter 131 - When Pigs Fly

Chapter 132 - Science Lesson

[themidnightcrimson]

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

[wandasfifthwife]

masterlist | I got a bad idea series

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.

tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!

a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)

MASTERLIST

* = suggestive content

*** = smut 18+ MDNI

main story | completed

(1) a classic get-together

(2) the curse of living in a small town

(3) take me dancing *

(4) sweet thing

(5) a bad decision ***

(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****

(7) please, let me stay *

random snippets

family dinner *

early mornings ***

random

this series’s playlist *

series’ mood board

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 | barbie!wanda

Having been a Barbie her whole life, Wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. Thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.

pairing: innocent!barbie!wanda x fem!gynecologist!reader

word count: 2054

warnings: smut (18+), not exactly a dark fic - surprisingly consensual given the circumstances, just barbie!wanda exploring her identity and being corruptibly cute

Wanda didn’t quite know what to expect when she stepped foot into the gynecology centre. It’s to learn more about your body, Natasha had said, urging her to go. The doctors there will help you. 

She hopes her doctor is nice.

.

“Name?”

“Wanda Barbara Maximoff.”

“Your queue number is 476. Please proceed to Room B when your number is shown on the screen.”

“Okay.”

.

The metal handle of the door is cold.

That’s the first thing Wanda registers when her right hand meets the shiny surface. It’s a contrast to the warm blood that flows within her body, thrumming in her veins and sliding under the surface of her supple skin.

Temperature. Texture. Telltale emotions.

It’s a whole new world, really, with a human body. Wanda certainly isn’t used to existing within one that isn’t Barbie-like. 

She can’t jump out a window and fly two floors down without breaking any bones. (You don’t want to know the story behind that.) 

She can’t walk out of the house in full-body neon pink, either. (That one can be achieved with a severe lack of others’ opinion, but Wanda gets this human thing they call ‘anxiety’.)

Change.

That’s what it’s called, experiencing new things, and that’s what this is about.

Wanda pushes down the door handle. She can do this.

.

“First time?”

“Uhm, yes.”

The doctor’s back is facing Wanda, going clickety-clackety on the computer that actually works and is not made of plastic. It’s a female gynecologist, just like she requested. (Wanda loves women! She’s all for strong and independent women.) 

Wanda probably staring at the back of the doctor’s head a little too hard, but then the doctor swivels in her chair, finally turning to face Wanda, and turns out Wanda actually can’t do this anymore.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Y/N, and I’m your gynecologist.”

.

(This Barbie is going through gay panic, except she doesn’t know it.)

Of all the things that could possibly happen to her, of course Wanda's gynecologist is the most attractive person she’s ever laid her eyes on.

This was not how this was supposed to go. Wanda’s brain is short-circuiting, and she has this new feeling coursing through her body that causes her heart rate to speed up exponentially. It’s new. And different. And oddly nice.

“Wanda? You alright, sweetheart?”

The blonde snaps out of it with a flushed face, snapping her jaw shut. Sweetheart? Vision – a Ken – had tried calling her that once. She didn’t like it.

Sweetheart.

Wanda decides that she likes the way you say it.

“Yep. I’m right here. Sorry.”

You get this side smile on your face for a moment, something flickering in your eyes as you stare at Wanda, and it causes the biggest shiver to run down her spine. 

Wanda’s heart is palpitating uncontrollably. If anyone heard it right now she’d probably die of embarrassment.

You pull out a stethoscope.

F***. (She learnt that word from Tony.)

.

Wanda’s skin burns under your touch, as you place the medical instrument over her chest, listening keenly to her heartbeat. 

The blonde thinks she’s going to pass out, with the way you move your rolling chair over so close your legs could touch hers.

“It’s quite fast,” you murmur, your voice taking on a lower tone, and Wanda has to physically swallow before her heart breaks through the constraints of her ribcage.

“O-oh,” Wanda responds breathily, a lot higher-pitch than she had anticipated, and she swears your eyes darken just a tad bit. (She doesn’t know what that implies. But it’s kind of hot.)

“Turn around,” you continue, moving back slightly to give your patient space. Wanda releases the breath she was holding and steals all the air she can, but when your hands slide up and under the back of her shirt, all that air is lost again.

It takes every cell of Wanda’s existence not to let out a whimper when you apply pressure on the stethoscope, right above the clasp of her bra. 

That new feeling has been amplified by a thousandfold, travelling from your touch to her skin to her heart and right between her legs.

(This Barbie is experiencing lust.)

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“Alright, I’ve been informed that you’re a rather special case, Wanda,” you comment, not unkindly. “You don’t have any past medical records. So today I just want to check that everything is in good condition. We’ll do a quick pelvic exam to test your sexual and reproductive health, is that alright with you?”

Wanda doesn’t know what a pelvic test is. But she’d do anything you told her to, honestly, so she just nods.

“Okay, so you need to strip and lay down on the bed for me.”

“...Huh?”

(This Barbie is thinking dirty thoughts.)

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Wanda is clothed in a blue surgical gown. She doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed for that.

All she knows is that the material is scratchy against her chest (or more specifically, her nipples are all tingly — she’s not quite sure what that means yet, but it feels strangely good), and that your gloved hands are spreading her thighs open on the operating bed.

Her feet meet the stirrup supports at the end of the bed, knees falling open, and the way you move your rolling chair between her legs in a swift motion has Wanda questioning how she ever entertained the idea of liking Kens.

Your hands run down the expanse of her thighs — probably a little longer than you should have, not that Wanda’s complaining — and your gaze locks on the pinkish bareness of Wanda’s pussy.

The reaction is instinctive, non-commital, subconscious. “Uhm,” Wanda whines, trying to close her thighs. She squirms under your inspective gaze, biting into her lip and trying to shift away from the grip of your gloved hands.

She’s so bare, so open, so vulnerable. But that’s not what scares her. It’s the fact that she doesn’t mind, not around you.

You seem to catch wind of this, and don’t release your grip on her thighs. 

Wanda stares at you with her heart hammering in her chest. Wide-eyed and flushed. The pulse grows from her chest to between her legs and that’s never happened before.

“Sweetheart,” you murmur, very softly, and Wanda melts like putty in your arms.

Her knees fall open again.

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The rest of the examination goes somewhat smoothly.

Save for the embarrassing little squeaks Wanda makes when you peer a little too closely at her cunt, it’s not too bad. 

She knows you’re discerning possible signs of swelling and soreness or something along those medical lines Wanda is hardly an expert in, but what’s more concerning is the warm liquid pooling in her lower belly.

Wanda’s never felt like this before, especially not as a Barbie, especially not this vividly.

When that warmth spreads to the tip of her folds, threatening to emerge on its surface, Wanda’s breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t know what it means that she’s going to be wet.

“All done,” you comment, leaning back, and Wanda’s legs snap shut just as her pussy grows damp, for the first time.

Crisis averted.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, almost sadistically, watching her reaction with an amused look. “That’s just the external visual exam. The second part of the pelvic exam is where I get down to the real stuff, yeah? I’m going to have to put my fingers inside you.”

(This Barbie is dangerously close to passing out from skyrocketing levels of libido.)

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“I normally use lubricant on my gloved fingers for my patients, but I have a feeling you won’t need it,” you comment dryly, casually tugging off your surgical gloves and tossing them into the trashcan.

Wanda is too embarrassed to respond. Her face is flushed, her nipples are extra tingly, and her pussy is thoroughly soaked at this point. 

And you’re just there, sitting between her legs with your hands on her thighs, a very badly hidden smirk on your face.

She kind of wants to slap your dirty mouth. Or maybe kiss it.

“This is a speculum,” you announce, pulling out a metal-hinged tool. “And I’m going to use it to keep your pretty pussy open. Make sure you don’t close up on me again.”

Wanda squeals at your choice of words, slapping your arm in embarrassment. At this point, there’s hardly a need for professionalism, but she’s still not used to the whole thing.

You let a laugh slip from your lips, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you put the medical instrument in place. Wanda’s so pretty, so innocent. 

A more sensual look takes over your features when you’re greeted with the sight of her glistening cunt again. Precious.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

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“Oh!” The high-pitched noise Wanda makes when two of your fingers push inside her pussy is downright filthy. 

The sensations of your warm fingers bounce all around Wanda’s body and the room. It’s only your fingertips, and you’ve barely moved at all, but Wanda’s slick is dripping and she’s already stimulated like she’s never been before.

“More,” Wanda whines, bringing her hips up, urging you to continue. You press her down by the lower belly, your warm spreading out over her skin.

“This is an examination,” you state, no room for question. Your eyes narrow, and Wanda gulps. “We’re doing it how I like it.”

The blonde looks up at you with those doe-green eyes, pouting adorably, before nodding obediently. She’s been so busy ruling Barbieland that relinquishing all that power for once might certainly be pleasant.

You continue to slowly slide your two fingers in her cunt, and Wanda lets out a whimper. Her body moves with your touch like you’re her puppeteer, but maybe she needs it because this feeling is so, so new.

“Feels s’good,” she gasps, and you want to chastise her because it technically isn’t supposed to feel good, but you see the dizzied look on Wanda’s pretty little face and you relent.

It definitely isn’t the first time you’ve had your fingers in a woman, so your practiced fingers curl with expert ease to find her sweet spot. “Oh!” Wanda moans, louder, lithe body arching on the operation bed.

“Shit,” you swear, fingers curling again so you can see that exact reaction. You start to move, faster, harbouring this carnal desire to make Wanda scream and beg.

She’s so innocent, so corruptible, so easy. 

Sooner than later, you’re bent over Wanda’s body on the bed, wrist hammering in and out of her sweet pussy, finding all the spots that make her weak.

“Pretty girl,” you pant, biting hickeys into collarbone and her breasts. Her blonde locks are splayed out on the pillow, body shaking with each thrust, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and it’s the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever chanced upon.

You memorise every stroke that makes her arch, every spot that makes her whine — perks of being a gynecologist, you supposed — you find your way around her body like it’s child’s play, and all too soon Wanda’s nearing a hypothetical edge.

“I think- I think I’mna pee,” Wanda cries, clawing at your wrist because the feeling is too much. She can hardly think, at the sheer pace and ferocity of which you were taking her cunt.

“Ever heard of a clitoris?” you question breathlessly, still pummeling your wrist into her soaked pussy. Wanda’s dripping, actually dripping. If she thought she was wet before, she was now soaking the sheets.

“Wh-what?” she responds, equally as breathless. Her mind was all fuzzy, barely registering your question.

“It’s this,” you add, bringing your thumb to harshly press against her swollen and puffy clit.

Wanda screams.

(This Barbie reaches another plane of existence with fantastical pleasure.)

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It turns out Wanda is a ‘squirter’. She doesn’t know what the implications of that are. 

“Do I need to come back next week?” Wanda asks innocently, knowing full well gynecologist visits only needed to be scheduled once a year. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, back in her clothes.

“Definitely,” you respond, scanning over the test results calmly, like you hadn’t just made Wanda squirt twice in less than thirty minutes. 

“Doctor’s orders?” Wanda asks playfully, purposefully batting her lashes when you look up from your computer.

You don’t bother hiding the chuckle that leaves your lips at her antics. “Yeah, doctor’s orders.”

a/n: you do not want to know how many health sites i visited to learn about pelvic exams and gynecology. | main m.list

[marvelobsessed134]

You get what you ask for

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, bratty/needy reader, degradation, punishment, spanking, fingering, mentions of strap on use, mentions of cock warming

You’ve been teasing Wanda all day. Walking around the compound in just her oversized shirt and stockings. Which you also knew that the other Avengers were looking at you in a lustful way. Which obviously pissed your girlfriend off quite a bit.

She was working on her laptop when you walked into your shared bedroom and flopped on the bed.

The redhead didn’t even have to look to know it was you that walked in the room. You decided to tease her a little more, squirming around the bed and spreading your legs even though she wasn’t even paying attention to you.

So you thought you could get away with touching yourself for a while until she was done with her work and she could destroy you herself. Your hand slid down to the inside of your panties and you rubbed your clit in soft circles making you moan. You slid your finger inside your hole as you pumped in and out making your moan even louder.

Finally, Wanda turned around in her rolling desk chair to see you playing with yourself. She stood up and walked towards you, “So you tease me all day just to act like a needy whore?” She crossed her arms and your pussy got even more wet from her words.

“I just wanted you to play with me mommy.” You teased with a smile, still toying with your cunt.

“Yeah? Well bad girls don’t get to play.” The witch said sternly before sitting back down on her chair, facing you. “Crawl to me.” She demanded.

You immediately pulled your fingers away from your folds making you whine at the loss before getting off the bed and crawling to your mommy.

You sat on your knees and looked up at her. “Take the shirt and panties off. Leave the stockings.” You did as she said, lifting her shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere on the floor before taking off your panties and throwing them in the pile with your shirt.

Wanda couldn’t help herself and reached down to tug at your nipple making you groan. “Over my knee. I won’t ask twice.” You crawled to your feet and laid over her knee. Your pussy was embarrassingly dripping.

A hand roughly came down on your ass cheek making you yelp. “You know bad girls get punished.” Wanda stated and you nodded, accepting your fate.

She continued to spank you for how many times? You don’t know but you couldn’t help but moan at the pain.

Finally after what seemed like ages, she smoothly rubbed your ass.

“Do you think you deserve to be fucked after what you did today?”

“Yes mommy, I’ve been such a good girl taking those spankings please let me cum!” You cried pathetically.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Wanda chuckled before sliding two of her fingers inside of you. She rubbed your clit with her thumb as she thrusted her digits inside of your tight wet cunt, curling them to hit your g spot.

“Mommy!!!” You cried out, gripping the edge of the chair as she repeatedly fucked into you with such force you were afraid you were going to fall face first onto the floor.

“Such a whore, always need mommy to fill you up.” The witch grunted, continuing her assault on your pussy.

You felt yourself clenching around her, “I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, be a good girl for once.”

You let go as your juices drenched Wanda’s fingers. She groaned and pulled out of you licking them clean before smacking your ass one last time.

“Next time you’re a bad girl you’re warming my cock.”

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Wanda sucking your strap, green eyes glazed over and watery as she gazes up at you. Her smiling around the strap as you tangle your fingers gently in her soft hair.

Pulling her closer, feeling her moan around the enchanted strap as her tongue swirls the tip. Her fingers digging into your thighs as you roll your hips, a whine escaping her.

Thrusting harshly, your arousal building with each whimper and moan. Holding her head firmly as you fuck her throat, giving her a few seconds to breathe before sliding into her again. Desperate words spilling from your lips as your orgasm builds.

“That’s right, fuck. You’re taking me so well, Wanda.”

“You’re so good at this, look at you. All pretty and submissive, god… you’re fucking perfect.”

“Good girl, keep moaning. I’m almost there, just stay fucking still and take me like a good girl.”

[havensins]

thinking about wanda begging to sit on dom bfs face has me in spirals 😩

long time no see 🫣

“you think you deserve it, wanda?” … you’d definitely have to tease her and make her truly desperate for it before you give her what she wants.

and her natural pout would only deepen as tears brim her eyes and she trembles with genuine unbridled want. “i’ve been so good for you — your good girl,” she’d whine. “don’t you wanna taste me,” she murmurs, lips ghosting against yours as her eyes close at the feeling.

you grin against her lips, laying back so that she was straddling you. “you beg so nicely, love.” you tell her, hands gripping at her waist. “come sit on my face pretty girl,” you grant her permission and the dark gleam that shines in her eyes is dangerous.

[lizziecanrailme]

LITTLE BUNNY

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda is your little bunny <3

Warning: soft smut | thigh riding | kissing | ITS VERY VERY SOFT👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💗💕

A/N: This is a drabble

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It felt as if you were in a constant state of euphoria. The feeling of Wanda’s breath on your skin caused goosebumps on your body. Her whimpers sending a shock down to your core.

She looked so utterly adorable. She was wearing a white lace corset dress. Which pushed up her breasts. Her floppy ears moving alongside her sloppy movements. Her nose twitched and her expression twisted occasionally. Her slick trailed on your thigh as she grinded on it. Her whimpers got louder when her clit brushed against your skin. It was a gorgeous sight.

“Such a desperate bunny, aren’t you?” you asked with a soft voice. She nodded eagerly with an ‘mhm’. You’re hand that was on her thighs moved to her lower back. Rubbing it up and down slowly, causing her tense muscles to relax some.

She slowed down a bit, slowly dragging herself on your now slick skin. Her body was pushed up against yours, her movements were getting sloppier by each thrust. Suddenly, she moaned loudly, her body going stiff. You bit your lip as you watched her come on your thigh.

Her body went limp, her quick breathing starting to calm down. Your hand went down to her ass, pushing her up into your body more. Her arms went up to your neck, wrapping them around it.

“Such a good bunny.”, you praised, causing her to smile. You kissed her cheek multiple times, causing her to giggle and squirm. “S-Stop it tickes” she squealed while trying to get away.

You stopped your actions, but she didn’t stop giggling. You chuckled at her silliness, “Oh we’re a little silly today are we?” She just smiled at you, her larger front teeth standing out. You leaned in and pecked her on the lips. “You’re my little bunny.”

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[the-doomed-witch]

SLUT!

WandaNat x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: Daddy and mommy need their toy.

Word Count: ≈0.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Just pwp, double penetration, cum filled straps (r receiving), breeding kink, gagging, degradation, sort of objectification, reader is wearing a collar, daddy (n), mommy (w), sub!reader, Wanda just can’t keep her hands off lol

Author’s Note: Long time no see, folks. Here’s some smut because I haven’t written in months. I just use this blog as a means to honrypost but in a fanfic way. Hope you all like this. Reblogs/comments are much welcome & appreciated <3 GIF credits to creators

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“Easy, baby, easy,” Wanda whispers as she bottoms out inside you. Her slender fingers tug at the small black collar around your neck, the fingertips tickling your skin. The sensation of being so filled makes you whimper and moan at the top of your voice.

“You’re not making it easier for daddy, now shush. Don’t move, just a little more.” Natasha orders from behind you, her strap waiting to penetrate you. She grabs the side of your hips to hold them in place, and stretches them open for her convenience. “Please, daddy, I can’t…” you protest, but Wanda tugs at your collar harshly, almost making you choke on your own spit. “Shhh darling, let mommy and daddy play with their slut,” she speaks right into your ear and bites the earlobe.

And when Natasha’s strap is inside your ass, your groans intensify with the feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated. Thrust thrust thrust, the two women absolutely devour your holes.

From behind you, Natasha kisses the side of your neck, biting down on the skin. Your head is thrown back as soon as you feel the sinking teeth indenting your skin. Wanda pounds your throbbing cunt, the wet slick running down your thigh. “Taking mommy’s cock so well, baby,” she speaks hushedly, “Just like the dick riding whore that you are.”

The mere words tighten a knot inside your belly.

“And daddy’s too,” Natasha murmurs in your other ear, as she thrusts the strap more violently. Her hips are in sync with Wanda’s, both cocks being shoved inside your holes at the same time. Your hands grab Wanda’s waist, scratching her bare skin with the tight grip of your nails.

Your groans get progressively louder, as your butt cheeks bounce with the vehement fucking. Natasha keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and Wanda hums to Natasha fantasies and words in the other. Your body is wholly consumed by the two women you feel the utmost passion for.

You pleadingly look at Wanda’s face on your side, silently begging for release. “What’s that baby? Wanna cum for mommy?”

You nod eagerly in reply, thinking that maybe this time, you could cum without any more resistance. Deep down, you wanted to be denied as well, though.

Natasha turns your face towards herself, holding your chin firmly. “Not yet, baby. Let daddy play with her fucktoy. You’re so tight around daddy’s cock.” Without much warning, two of her fingers part your lips and choke your throat, while Wanda pulls the collar around your neck. Your nails dig deeper into Wanda’s skin.

Wanda uses her other hand to pinch your nipple, and flicks the hardened bud to stimulate your entire nervous system. God it feels so good. Beads of sweat run down your bodies, and the dark room is getting hotter by the minute. The knot inside your belly keeps tightening.

Once satisfied with the gagging, Natasha retracts her digits from your mouth, a coat of saliva dripping around them. She uses the same fingers to flick your clit in circular motions.

With a hoarse voice, you beg once again, “Please, daddy, please mommy, want to cum, please.” You can feel your pussy clenching around the dick.

They both exchange a glance and give you a smirk. “Cum for mommy and daddy, slut,” Wanda instructs authoritatively. As soon as you feel yourself reach your climax, both of the straps ejaculate inside of you. The warm liquids of your bodies infuse your pussy and your ass, and drip down from the base of the strap-ons.

After one final thrust, Natasha pulls out, letting you fall back in her arms. But Wanda is too focused into dumping all the liquids inside you, that she fucks the trickling cum back into your cunt. “Mommy please… hurts…”

“Easy darling, mommy just wants you to be her little cum dump,” Natasha whispers from behind you. Both her hands cup your breasts, groping them gently with her palms. You keep whimpering and squirming, till Wanda slows down and pulls the faux dick out.

Her breathing is heavy after the intense fucking, so she closes her eyes and smiles, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She immediately leaps forward to kiss you sloppily, almost tossing you, as well as Natasha, over. She watches the two of you make out adoringly but doesn’t resist grasping Wanda’s jaw and kissing her too. Her hands do not move away from your tits, softly kneading them as you lean back against her, taking a deep breath.

Wanda rubs your clit softly, now a swollen nub. The action jolts your whole body as her fingers churn up the exuding juices from your pussy. You moan incoherently, mumbling for her to stop. “Daddy please…” you plead to Natasha as well. They both pull away from the kiss and smirk at you, and Wanda ceases her fingering.

You look at Natasha, head tilted towards your left. Her gaze catches yours in the moment, as you both pant heavily. Your fingers entwine with Natasha’s hair, tucking it back and planting a smooch on her lips. Towards your right, waits Wanda, for her turn too.

It just all makes more sense without words.

[themidnightcrimson]

Princess Parts. | w. maximoff

summary: in which your mommy helps you destress from doing homework.

warnings: top!wanda, smut, fingering (r receiving), sub space, princess parts (obvi), i wrote this while i had a fever, i need wanda to touch my princess parts, i can’t even remember what this fic is about enough to think of any more warnings, am i giving jaded tenured professor who no longer cares about anything vibes rn?

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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Your back was beginning to ache from bending over your laptop and notebook. Shreds of eraser littered the page and even the cushion of the couch you were sitting on. Your eyes burned and stung from the blue light of your laptop that you’d been staring into for hours. Head beginning to pound, your chest was growing tight as you continued to work through the complex homework you had been assigned.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if only you knew how lengthy the assignment was and had started it earlier than the night that it was due. You had started as Wanda started on dinner, kept working as you huddled your plate of food in your lap, and continued to work until later in the evening. In fact, you hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch in so long that the fluffy cushion was forming a sunken print of your ass.

Mindlessly chewing on your pencil and clicking at the keyboard, you had hardly said three words to Wanda all night. She had busied herself with making dinner and then cleaning up, but now she was on the other end of the couch, lounging as she read a book. Turning a page, her eyes flickered over the book’s rim to glance at you for the thousandth time. Every time her eyes landed back on you, there was a new wrinkle between your eyebrows.

Finally, she lowered her book to her lap. “Baby,” she purred, waiting for a moment. You didn’t hear her, and she knew it was because you tended to hyper fixate on things to the point of deafness. It made the corners of her lips tug upwards before she repeated louder, “Baby.”

Finally, you perked up, straightening your hunched back and turning your bloodshot eyes to the redheaded woman. “Yea?” you asked quietly, feeling a bit irritated that she pulled you out of your focus.

Wanda stared at you wordlessly for a moment. Your chest was moving fast, and your fingernails were bit down to their ends. You were so stressed out, and she could tell by the strained look on your face.

“Why don’t you put your homework away for a moment, hm?” she purred again, using her coercive voice. She really wanted you to take a break, not only for her desire to have your attention, but for your own good. “Don’t want your brain to melt from overworking it.”

“I can’t,” you snipped, turning your eyes back to the screen upon realizing she didn’t need anything besides pestering you. “This is due tonight at midnight.”

Wanda glanced to the clock on the wall. “You have several hours before midnight. Just take a little break, my love.”

You ignored her again, pursing your lips and typing furiously on the keyboard before using the pencil to scribble on the page. Wanda sucked her tongue—her little girl was not listening to her. Her little girl was being bad.

Placing the book to the side, Wanda slowly crawled toward you until she was sitting beside you. She watched you glance to her from the corner of your eye as she gently moved your hair behind your shoulder, bringing her lips close to your ear. “Don’t you think that Mommy knows what’s best for you?”

That feeling tugged within you. The urge to give up on the homework and crawl into her arms, the urge to throw your autonomy out the window and let Wanda make all your decisions for you. The reminder that the homework was due soon rung loud and clear in your head, bringing you back down to earth. “Wanda, I can’t. I have to get this done.”

“What did you call me?” she quipped, the sudden edge in her voice burning your ear.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, taking your focus off your homework for a moment to look up at her. The more you denied her, the more she would try harder to get you to fall into her. “Mommy,” you whispered in the least emotional voice you could, not wanting to start something but also not wanting to make her start something.

The sight of her dark pink lips turning to a satisfied smile made warmth blossom in your chest. “That’s right.” She brought her fingers to your chin. “I’m your Mommy.” Her hand caressed your jaw, causing your eyes to flutter for a moment. You wanted to lean farther into her, but your homework was pulling you back to reality.

“Mommy,” you repeated firmly, “I have to get this done.”

“Baby, you’re so stressed,” Wanda cooed, pouting her lip and lowering her brows. She brought both of her hands to your shoulders, her palms flattening against the bone as her fingers massaged your muscles. She leaned down as she squeezed your tense shoulders and let her lips brush against the lobe of your ear. “Let Mommy make you feel better.”

Her massage was gentle yet firm, enough to make your body move with her motions. Her hands felt so good massaging you, and you started to let yourself fall into that state of utter submission.

Wanda placed a kiss right behind your ear as her right hand dipped down your chest and grabbed your tit. A small gasp left your mouth as she squeezed the sensitive flesh. She hummed and whispered, “You know Mommy’s touch always makes you feel better, doesn’t it, princess?”

It was like Wanda had hypnotized your brain to trigger upon hearing that word. Two syllables were enough to drape that veil over your mind. Still, you resisted.

“Wanda,” you breathed, but upon saying her real name, you earned yourself a soft slap to the face.

Wanda grabbed your face and turned it back to her, her eyes flashing. She was growing irritated at your resistance to her. “Correct yourself before I bend you over my lap and punish you,” she said in an unsettlingly calm tone.

“Mommy,” you whispered, voice cracking as Wanda scooted even closer to you. She hummed with approval before returning her hand to your tit, letting her other one fall and roam across your body. She bit her lip and watched the way your eyes started to grow heavy at the feeling of her hands touching you all over, especially when they dipped down to your thigh. She knew it would only take another sentence to persuade you, and you were sufficiently persuaded when she nipped your ear and whispered, “Mommy wants to make her princess feel better.”

Your entire body relaxed under her touch, and she discreetly smirked at her success. Besides making you cum, her best talent was persuasion. Keeping a hand on your breast, she moved your laptop and notebook to the floor before gently pushing you backward until you laid under her on the couch.

“My sweet little girl,” Wanda cooed as she slipped her hand up your shirt, causing you to shiver at her touch. “Mommy knows you’ve been so stressed about homework, yea?”

You found yourself at a loss for words as you nodded, your skin heating up in the trail her hand left on its way up your shirt. Wanda mirrored your nod, her eyes darkening when she took a handful of your bare breast, turned on upon realizing you had no bra on. Remembering that you had been to class earlier that day, she paused and asked, “You had a bra on when you went out today, right?”

You nodded quickly, remembering her rules about always wearing a bra. She didn’t want anyone to see the parts of you that belonged only to her.

She smiled in relief as her thumb rolled across your nipple which instantly hardened. “Good girl.”

Leaning down, Wanda pressed her soft lips against yours, and it took you a moment before you remembered to kiss back. The kiss caused you to fall deeper into your state of submission, especially when her tongue forced your lips open and slid inside your mouth. Wanda moaned against your lips as her tongue glid over yours and licked the roof of your mouth, her tongue so wet and warm that it made you shiver from the feeling.

Pulling back, you saw the darkness that arrived in her irises before she whispered, “Take off your clothes, princess.”

You were fully hers now. In automatic obedience, you pulled your sweatshirt over your head and shimmied out of your sweatpants, which Wanda aided by tugging them down your feet. You were naked now besides your thin layer of panties, and the cold air hurt your already hardened nipples. Wanda’s warm body pressed flat against yours as she stared down at you, completely in her control now.

“Mommy,” you whined, wrapping your arms and legs around her frame. “I cold.”

“You’re cold, princess?” she echoed, running a finger over your lower lip which was puffy from her kiss. “Don’t worry, Mommy will warm you up.”

Placing both hands on your breasts, Wanda kissed your lips once more before kissing your chin, the column of your throat, your sternum, and then leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen. Your breath faltered as you felt her soft lips tease the skin right above your panties. She was so close to your heat that you could feel her warm breath fan against it, and that seed of desire blossomed within you. All thoughts of homework were gone now as you reached down and placed your hands in her hair.

Wanda glanced up at you to make sure you were okay before she opened her mouth and placed it over the thin cloth covering your pussy. You squeaked at the feeling as she slid her hands around your thighs and gently spread them open. She briefly licked you through the panties, enough to make your breathing turn labored before she crawled up your body again.

Even with the small touch, you already felt cold without it. “Mommy, please,” you whined, tugging at her hair like a child. Your cheeks were flushing red now, eyes hooded and pleading. “Icky,” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs shut and rubbing them together to replace the momentary friction she had given you.

Wanda cocked her head and looked at you as if she had no idea what you were talking about. “What’s icky, baby?”

You strung out a wordless sentence and started to babble when she began rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Icky… down there,” you managed to squeak as she continued to torture you, pretending to be completely innocent.

“Icky on your princess parts?” Wanda finally gave in, to which you desperately nodded, continuing to attempt to pull her closer to you even though the weight of her body was resting on your abdomen.

“Oh, no,” Wanda said dramatically. She waited for you to say something, but your empty, longing gaze was enough to let her know you had slipped past words. “You want Mommy to make your princess parts feel better?” She ran a hand up and down your stomach, which only made your clit throb.

“Uh huh,” you muttered, rubbing your thighs together as hard as you could to find some kind of relief to the throbbing sensation between them. “Please, Mommy.”

“Mommy’s proud of you for asking so nicely,” she jested as she adjusted herself, spreading your legs again and sinking between them. “Don’t worry, Mommy will make the icky go away.” She parted your panties to the side so she could run her fingers through your soft folds, her touch instantly making you twitch and gasp.

Wanda gasped in dramatic surprise. “Princess is so so wet for Mommy.” Her fingers swam in your folds, simply feeling how soft and wet you were. Wanda had to hold back a moan when she watched the way your back arched as her fingers met your nub and pressed into it. “Mommy knows how to touch you exactly the way you want, right, Princess?”

You only half-heard her through the desire now pulsing all through your pussy. You nodded, grabbing her soft locks of red hair as she played with your slit. After a few moments of this, you were growing too desperate. “Mommy, please, inside.”

“You want me to go inside, princess?” she echoed, to which you furiously nodded. Your entire body was squirming on the couch beneath her, your legs hooking around her and desperately pulling her closer to you.

Deciding to give you what you want instead of dragging this out as long as she wanted to, Wanda moved her fingers to your entrance and slowly slid two of them inside. Your tight walls tensed upon the intrusion but sucked her fingers in nonetheless, your lips falling open in a silent moan. “That’s it, kitten,” Wanda purred as she pressed a few kisses to your hot face. “Take Mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

Her fingers sunk deep inside you and curled, massaging that sweet spot that made you shudder. She took her time with you, dragging them out slowly before jutting them back inside, hitting your spot harder this time.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Wanda breathed as she stared intently at you. “Laying naked below me, legs spread, taking my fingers in your precious princess parts.”

A moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking up to meet her hand. As much as you enjoyed how she was slowly relishing you, you needed more. “Harder, Mommy.”

Wanda snapped her hand, her fingers jutting deep inside you. You were dripping down her hand already, the squelching noises making your cheeks burn. She was rubbing your spot just right, thrusting her fingers at the right angle and the right speed, that you already felt pressure coiling in your tummy.

“You’re Mommy’s pretty princess,” Wanda groaned throatily, utterly drunk off the sight of your juices covering her hand. She slipped a third finger inside you and felt the stretch that made your eyes squeeze shut. “I love your tight pussy,” she added as she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed it. “All mine. Tell me your pussy is all mine, princess.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, urging your hips upward in sync with her hand.

“You can’t cum until you tell me your pussy is all mine,” she purred, bringing her free hand to your face to move your hair out of the way. “C’mon, baby, say it. Use your words, pretty girl.”

You took one hand out of Wanda’s hair to grab the arm of the couch above you, trying futilely to string together the words she wanted to hear, but you made your best attempt. “All yours… my pussy all yours.” Your orgasm was growing heavier in the pit of your stomach to the point where it was paining you to hold it back. Light flooded your eyes as the nerves in your stomach started to tingle. You were already in the process of slipping when Wanda came through and grunted, “Cum for Mommy.”

Wanda gasped at the feeling of your pussy clenching hard around her fingers and pulsating as you came, arching your back completely off the couch and causing your tits to be near enough to Wanda’s face for her to take one in her mouth suddenly and bite it, which only prolonged your climax. She felt so good with her fingers buried inside you and her mouth sucking your nipple that you could only whimper, “Mommy,” over and over again as your orgasm finally released your body with a limp plop on the cushions.

The inside of your cunt throbbed around Wanda’s fingers still lodged inside, and the cold you felt before was replaced with warm sweat all over your skin. Wanda fluttered kisses all over your face and neck, her hair tickling your cheek as you giggled softly. You trembled as she pulled her fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You were startled at the intrusion, but you quickly suckled around her fingers and tasted your own arousal, licking up every last drop and swallowing thickly.

“Such a perfect princess,” Wanda whispered, her green eyes sparkling as she watched you and felt your warm tongue swivel around her long fingers. She pulled them out of your mouth and wiped your saliva on your own tits, smirking as she did.

Slipping an arm under your back, she lifted you up so that you were straddling her lap. “What do you say to Mommy?” she cooed, bouncing you on her lap as you giggled and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you shyly mumbled, hiding your face in her neck and inhaling her sweet perfume.

“Of course, princess,” she responded with a kiss to your cheek. “Now you’d better finish that homework. Your reward will be milking my cock.”

[wandasfifthwife]

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— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ summary || your friend suggests a way for you to let go of your daily stress and enjoy intimacy—finding a dom. you end up finding not one, but two and on top of that you end up craving more than what you signed up for. (I suck at summaries i’m so sorry)

༺ tw summary || a majority of this storyline is 18+ so MDNI, dom!natasha, dom!wanda, sub!reader, bd/sm play, smut, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, top!wanda, switch!natasha, bottom!reader, reader is feminine/afab, wanda/natasha established relationship (dating) —> wandanat & reader established relationship, reader’s friend/roommates won’t have a name!

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3.2k ୨୧ finding you

3.0 ୨୧ good girl

2.6k ୨୧ patience is a virtue

0.0 ୨୧ hot tub | coming soon

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[sytoran]

PLEASE LIKE I BEGGGGG, make a fic based on sabrina carpenter’s lingerie commercial with skims IT CAN BE ANYTHING JUST DO IT I BEGG

espresso — w.m

you come to pick your girlfriend up from her photoshoot. things get a little out of hand in the changing rooms.

pairing — sub!model!wanda x dom!gf!reader

warnings — just pure filth, minors dni or block, usage of 'bunny' pet name

note — anon your wish is granted... this is me taking a break from writing hiwthi to come up with this short fic inspired by sab… i am not immune to the pretty blondes

word count — 1008

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“Baby, - ah! - the makeup artists are gonna be b-back, uhn, anytime,” Wanda gasps breathlessly, as she’s bent over the counter, as you’re three fingers deep into her sweet pussy from behind.

It was a common occurrence to see you at Wanda’s rehearsals and photoshoots, and today was no different. You had come to the studio to shower your girlfriend in love, affection, and a croissant, but then you had seen her in that lacy, lacy lingerie, and then, and then— 

“Fuck,” you growl, gripping fistfuls of Wanda’s pretty hair as she squeals and backs her ass into your crotch. She’s porcelain, fine china, and you have your tendencies.

Wanda would swear she tried to keep you off her, especially in this sponsored lingerie, because it was a brand deal, and she was supposed to be good. 

But you were not good. And she liked you that way.

It was a Sisyphean task, considering just how handsy you were, completely disregarding the cameras and flashing lights when you had your eyes set on your girlfriend. 

There was a moment’s silence when she locked eyes with you across the room, one behind the camera and one in front, and Wanda had to fight battles to not let start drenching the carpeted floor.

Your gaze was hot, molten, searing across her bare skin wrapped up in lace, and Wanda was a pool of gasoline that fed your will. She whimpered quietly, so quietly, when you licked your lips imperceptibly. She wanted it.

No longer had the photoshoot been paused for lunch break did she follow your retreating figure into the emptied changing room, heart pounding and already damp between her legs. It was no secret, then, what had ensued behind closed doors and cameras.

Wanda watched herself in the mirror through lowered lashes. She was being fucked within an inch of her life, bent over and manhandled. 

Her mascara was messed up, stained, and the rest of her face was no farther from saving. There were tears pooling in her eyes, from how deliciously rough you were being, and her hair was already a tousled mess, all credits to your insistent tugging.

“I know, bunny, they’re gonna be back soon, hm?” you tease, voice dripping in caramel and honey. Feels like it, too, with three thick fingers drenched in your girlfriend’s slick, pummeling into that tight little cunt like it was meant to be.

Her hair bows are all undone, strewn across the floor. Wanda looks like the fashion of a tainted angel, crafted by your doing. Her panties are undone by the laces and hanging off the side of the counter.

There was just such power you derived, from having the infamous Wanda Maximoff completely bent over in submission, subservient to your command. You just had control over her, had her wrapped around your finger, and in turn you were obsessed to her pretty self.

“Gonna be so good for me, yes bunny?” you pant into her ear, groping at her hefty tits through the lingerie. She’s so effortlessly babygirl, all wide eyes and pink lips, shy giggles in your ear when you tease her.

When Wanda fails to answer you in due time, you snap the thigh highs against her thick thighs, and the high-pitched squeal she lets out is worth it enough.

“Y-yes!” she cries out, jumping from where you snap the material. “Be good for you, promise.”

You rumble your acquiescence, looking at her reflection through the mirror. It’s immaculate all the same, glossy eyes and glossier lips. “Good girl,” you murmur into her ear, pressed hot and tight against her ass.

Wanda moans lowly at that, arching her back when your palm meets her ass once more. It’s already a handprint-red, and you didn’t want to think what her managers would say during the photoshoot that would continue later.

They should know who she belonged to.

“Fuckin’ princess,” you breathe, trailing open-mouthed kisses across her pretty back. Her lingerie is simply the prettiest thing you’d ever set your eyes on, hugging her figure like it was meant to be. 

At that, you curl your fingers roughly, and the near-scream Wanda lets out is sure to be heard by someone from outside. She comes suddenly, jet streams and white bursts, squirting all over your hand and dripping down your wrist. 

She whimpers at the sheer impact of her high, bright doe eyes catching yours. “Bunny,” you grunt, ramming your fingers into her pussy, not letting up for a second. 

“Give me another. Your cute cunt’s good for that, right? Coming for me?”

Upon listening to you, Wanda whines again, blonde locks getting tugged on by your impatient hand. Her eyes are watery, so pretty and angelic, and you a carnal urge washes over you to just take what you want—

WIth rough movements, you drag her by the hips and spin her around, setting her onto the counter with her thighs wrapping around your torso. This way, your mouths meet in an inferno of heat and lust, your prodding tongue intruding into her mouth greedily.

Wanda’s dragged out moan of your name gets lost in the squelching sounds of your fingers spreading her pussy open. You’re even rougher than before, if that’s possible, and it almost seems like she’s going to be torn within life and death if you go on further.

The second high comes in short bursts: Wanda writhes in your arms, all hiccups and tears, clutching the lapels of your suit jacket with your overstimulated she is, all your fault, all your fault.

“Y/N, please, please, please—” Wanda gasps, pleading your name in a mindless chant, flooding your hand. At this point, you’re pretty sure she’s dripping onto the fucking floor.

She comes and she comes and she keeps on coming, your hands all over her lingerie-hugged body, your mouth whispering sweet nothings into her ear, elevating her to a redeemed paradise.

That night, in the confines of your shared penthouse, sprawled over a King-sized bed with silk sheets, Wanda pays her due. She keeps you up all night — just like espresso.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Best friend’s sister

(Literally couldn’t find a third image to go with the visuals sorry)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: somnophilia, dub con, dom!Wanda, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving)

Being friends with Pietro Maximoff is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because he’s been with you since the beginning. And a curse because he’s so crazy sometimes. Ok maybe the curse is also because his sister Wanda is like totally gorgeous.

But you and Wanda aren’t really close at all despite how close you are with her brother. She’s always in her room when you come over and she never really pays attention to you. Or so you thought.

Of course Wanda paid attention to you. You are just so cute and oblivious. So cute she wants to ruin you. And she got the perfect opportunity for that when she found out you’d be staying the night.

You were too tired to go home after hanging out at the annual cookout so you decided to crash in the guest room. The Maximoff parents were more than happy to let you stay the night knowing how tired you were.

So, you got dressed in one of Pietro’s oversized shirts which made Wanda incredibly jealous. It should be her shirt you’re wearing not her stupid brothers.

You got snuggled into the warm comfy bed before turning the lights out. It was pitch black so you couldn’t see anything, normally you’d have to tv going but you’re just too tired to turn it on.

Only a few minutes later did the bedroom door open and close. You didn’t know it, of course since you were sound asleep.

Wanda creeped in the room and turned one of the lamps on, making sure it’s not too bright to wake you up. she slipped in bed beside you and moved her hand up inside your shirt, groaning when she felt your soft breast in her hand.

She tweaked and played with your nipple, as her other hand greedily made its way towards your lace panties. You shifted in your sleep, and she cupped your clothed core feeling how wet you were. “So wet for me even in your sleep? I knew all along you were a slut for me.” She chuckled softly before pulling your underwear down, sliding them into her jeans pocket for later and played with your soaked folds.

The brunette softly rubbed them back and forth, toying with your clit, before sinking two of her fingers inside of you. This is when you wake up. Your eyes shot open and before you could open your mouth to say anything, a moan came out instead as the witch fucked you with her fingers.

“Shhh, pretty girl. Go back to sleep.” She hushed you in your ear.

“Ah- W-Wanda what are you doing?” You stuttered.

“Been waiting so long to take you just like this. Make you mine.” She hissed as she felt your tight walls around her.

“Mmm Wanda we shouldn’t be doing this- Pietro will be so mad-“

“I really don’t give a fuck what my brother thinks.” She growled as she started to fuck you roughly.

“Oh Wanda!” You moaned quietly, a silent scream coming out of your throat as you came.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

I want Wanda to cum down my throat please and thank you ♡

What I wouldn't give to have her desperately rutting her hips against my face as I eat her out, her breaths ragged as I lick her to completion once again.

Eventually flipping her over and holding her hips down while she whines and pleads and begs for mercy, her eyes glassy and wide. Licking up every last drop of her arousal while she shakes under me and starts swearing in her native tongue. Her cum coating my chin as I eat her out until my jaw goes numb.

Then, I start using my fingers. Fucking her pussy until she's an incoherent mess beneath me, her orgasms wracking her body again and again. Not stopping until I'm satisfied.

And of course, giving her the sweetest aftercare with cuddles and a warm bath and water and plenty of kisses and reassurances.

[havensins]

Spending hours between Wanda’s thighs bc one time she expressed how her past lover(s) never cared to make her cum or make her feel good in that aspect.

[ tw, impact play!! face slapping!!]

i luv this idea! spending hours with her and just teasing her and figuring out what makes her body jolt or twitch.

finding out that the likes to be choked, has a strong kink for impact play, etc. it would be so interesting to try out different things on her bc she’s so sensitive and her body is so responsive!

as you’re letting a couple fingers tease her clit, you bring up your other hand to wrap loosely around the base of her throat. from the way her hips buck up into your hand, you could tell she liked it.

and then she’ll ask you in the sweetest voice, “i want you to hurt me a little…” she looked towards you with her pupils blown as she grind against your fingers. she’d bring the palm of your other hand up to her cheek, and when you finally slap her.. you could feel her clench down on your fingers and practically squeal as an orgasm tumbled out of her.

it would be such a sight to see omg, wanda writhing and moaning on your fingers because of a little slap.

[lizziecanrailme]

Our little secret

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x mothers!friend!reader

Summary: You and Wanda have fun while her mom is away.

Warning: SMUT! Younger/Older relationship | Wanda is in her 20’s | Reader is in their 40’s | fingering | cum eating | squirting | oral sex |

A/N: I enjoy this concept way too much | This is short |

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“Shh, you have to be quite honey,” you said with a weary voice, “we don’t wanna wake the neighbors do we?”. Wanda quietly whined as she felt your fingers inside her. They brushed against her tight walls, hitting sensitive spots.

Wanda’s mother went on a trip out of town, planning to be gone for a week. Leaving you and the girl by yourselves. You already knew you were gonna have fun with her.

You snickered, watching her face scrunch up in please. “You like that princess?” you asked in a low voice. She nodded in response, her mouth dropping into an ‘o’ shape. Her lower back arched off the bed. As you continued your regular pace, you felt her walls tighten on your fingers.

You caressed her thighs, feeling the plump skin. It was only a few seconds before she came on your fingers. You tsked as you removed them, examining the creamy substance.

“Look at the mess you made darling, such a messy girl.”

She looked up at you with her eyelids half way open. You pouted, “How are you tired? We just started.” Wanda let her head fall onto the pillow. Her legs still spread out, ready for you to take her.

“Good girl” you praised while lowering your face down to her pussy. You looked at it with hunger, seeing how soaked she was. You raised your eyes to her, making direct eye contact as you licked up her cunt. She moaned quietly, conscious of the neighbors next door.

She watched you thrust your tongue inside, causing her back to arch from the mattress. Her moans and whimpers getting louder by every thrust. The coil in her stomach was about to snap. As you thrusted one last time, juices spurred onto your tongue, face and the mattress below.

She whimpered again when she felt you slurp up the mess from her pussy. You raised up from between her legs and smirked. “You really enjoyed that didn’t you?” you asked, she flushed in response. Smiling softly, you towered over her, leaning in and giving her a kiss.

“That’s okay, it just shows I’m good.”

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