#wanda drabble

[wandaslovey]

guys 😩

mommy!wanda looking at you like this after working you up and edging you all day. you’re absolutely soaking by the time she finally undresses you.

as you lay on the bed, your legs spread nice and wide for her, the light catches on your glistening pussy, causing a light shimmer. you whimper as the cold air hits your exposed core. wanda tuts as she notices your hole clenching around nothing.

“awwww, my poor little lovey..” she coos, a pout plastered on her face. she uses her index and middle finger to part your wet lips. you whine, your back arching into her touch.

“do you need mommy’s special kisses to help you feel better?” her voice is low - sympathetic sounding, though you know it’s not genuine. you nod your head vigorously, glancing down at her face between your legs. your face has pure desperation written all over it; so many unspoken pleas for her to make you feel better.

she places a single kiss to your throbbing clit, chuckling amusedly when your hips chase her retreating lips. “please!” you whine, the sound causing goosebumps to rise along the back of wanda’s neck. she loves when you’re like this. she hums, her hands grabbing onto your hips.

“well since you asked so nicely…” she finally has mercy on you after teasing you quite literally all day. the tip of her tongue traces up and down your sensitive, throbbing clit, and only your clit, until you cum hard all over her pretty face.

[scarletlizzard]

During a training session with Wanda, she has repeatedly taken you down despite all your best efforts and calling yourself the strongest.

Wanda: Again? It's like you're not even trying! So much for 'Worlds Strongest Avenger'

Y/N, groaning: You know what?

Wanda, mockingly: What?

Y/N: You talk a lot of shit for someone with really kissable lips

Wanda: Kissable... what?

Y/N: Yeah! So you can shut up, get over here, and use them

Wanda: *shuts up and leans in*

[writing-house-of-m]

Mistakes

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 447

Warnings: Not been edited

Summary: You take care of Wanda's boys

A/N: This took a while to get around to doing but here is the first request done!

You have been seeing Wanda for six months. When her babysitter fell through you volunteered to take care of her boys so she didn't need to take the day off work. Everything has gone well… until now.

The last twenty minutes have been you trying to calm the two hyperactive boys down so that they can sleep.

When you hear the front door you race down knowing you have to explain yourself to Wanda.

"You made a mistake," Wanda says, monotonously.

"I know! I know. I shouldn't have given them ice cream before bed," you say, dropping your head shortly after as a thud sounds above your heads making you wince.

Wanda lifts your face up so you can meet her eyes. You see the amused smile on her face before she speaks, "It's okay, you made a mistake. You think I haven’t done the same thing before?" She strokes your cheeks to comfort you.

You sigh, when you hear footsteps running around through the ceiling. "Well, no. Because you're the perfect mother," you mumble into Wanda's neck, wrapping your arms around her waist, holding her close.

"Honey," she pulls away so she can look at you again. "You're great with the boys, there's no way you could have known they would act like this after ice cream. The first time this happened to me they broke a window."

You scoff, then your eyes widen, "You don't think…"

"Yeah, I should go check on them," Wanda says, pecking your lips before rushing to leave.

While Wanda is upstairs calming down the two rascals, you try to sort out the aftermath of your chaos from earlier, downstairs. The longer she is up there the quieter it gets.

In the time it takes for Wanda to meet you on the couch you have cleared the clutter of toys from the floor, put away dishes and bought some order to the furniture.

Wanda sighs as she leans into your side. Wrapping your arm around her you kiss the top of her head as she rests against you.

"Long shift at the hospital?" You ask.

Wanda hums, feeling relaxed as you stroke her hair.

You get up and before Wanda can protest, without hesitation, you lift her bridal style. "Let's get you to bed," you grunt. "Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake twice and give you ice cream too."

Wanda chuckles as you carry her out of the room. "But I really wanted ice cream," she whines, playfully.

"Maybe if you're a good girl you can have some tomorrow," you joke back laughing along with Wanda.

It might be early in your relationship but you know one day you will marry this woman.

[renren-006]

Red Strings (Visualising)- Wanda x fem reader

working on trying to be more descriptive- did the same thing with Steve. this is based off a prompt from my story telling class!!

a/n: wishing they were real sometimes

slipping in the door you were greeted by the dark room with little light coming from the night light on Wanda's desk. causing a blue glow to cascade over part of the room. she never slept without it, scared of what lurks in the total darkness in her room and in her mind. you crept over to her bed, Wanda rolled over hearing you enter. a silent want for another person to be in each other's space was silently spoken between the two of you. you pushed the sheets back and crawled in, letting Wanda pull you close to her. you could feel her relax against you, sleep took the two of you soon after.

rest days with the two of you were always spent in each others arms. you two craved physical touch as a way to feel love and comfort. sometimes when Wanda was alone you would watch her, taking in her being.

She walked into the living room once night had settled around the campus. The lamps lit up the space in the living room, giving a comforting haze to the night. It was dusk, so the light had given the room a warm orange haze and the large windows in the room made everything feel alright at the time. Wanda's head turned towards you, her hair falling off her shoulder towards her face, the red framing her nicely. you could feel the tug of red on your body, the power of Wanda seeping into your body urging you to move toward her. you complained, her feet and body felt heavy under the influence. often she would do this, send a red link connecting you two urging you to get closer to her, you knew you could resist If you truly wanted to, break the red connection and walk away. she would always let you leave if you needed the space, but you never have.

wanda was your one comfort in the world of fighting and evil. She always knew the words to say to ease you, knew the ways her red strings could make your worries disappear. Wanda was your savior.

[bethsvrse]

what is with this new wave of short ass drabbles with porn and zero plot what happened to yearning?? what happened to build up?? what happened to the character being absolutely down bad for reader?? what happened to the 10k words fics?? screaming crying and throwing up i miss it

[randomshyperson]

hotel room - wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: (+18), bottom!wanda, eating out (w), soft smut.

A/n: totally inspired by this pic i literally just wrote it down.

-&-

"you've been so stressed lately, little witch. let me help you with that."

the words were whispered into her ear. the intent and meaning behind them made wanda shiver in anticipation, and as your lips descended, her hands found the headboard in a desperate search of some sort of anchor.

you weren't lying - wanda has been stressed. the separation of the avengers, the exponential and unpredictable increase of her powers, the lack of public approval. but everything becomes a background whenever she's around you , especially when your tongue teases her nipples.

a needy whine escapes her mouth and she can feel your smug smile against her chest. wanda would have pinched you for being so cocky, but the tightening of the grip on her hips showed her that her sounds were affecting you as much as your touches dismantle her.

if you wished, you could prolong this. tease her endlessly just for the pressure of hearing her beg - and lord knows she would. hips already desperate, underwear so soaked she was shamelessly leaking through the fabric.

it was all your fault obviously. you were laying down together before, soft but bold and intimate touches while she talked about her week. you worked her up so naturally and so quickly that the offer of a stress relief would actually be her suggestion if you weren't quicker.

and you have always been so unfairly good at this. good with her, her body, her needs. your mouth move down her belly, licking and teasing all the way to where she needs the most. wanda's so responsive. she gasps in anticipation for every flick of your tongue, until she's panting, ready and impatience.

the reward is sweet. she's loud when she's desperate and Wanda is so desperate. she arches her back as your tongue finds her warm and wet through the fabric. your fingers are rushed, pulling her panties out of the way, you've finally lost that thin patience to just tease her. wanda maximoff is maddening, her scent, her sounds, her taste.

you moan as you eat her out. eagerly and hungry. you lick every corner, you tease her entrance, you flick her clit.

"ah, detka." wanda shouldn't try to speak now. She physically can't form any sentences that make sense at this point. she wants to ask for more, but you start sucking and all that leaves her lips are pathetic little whines. she wants to ask "faster" but your tongue goes deep inside as your hands hold her open and all she can do is choke on throat moan.

all lights in that messy motel room flicker, maybe the whole goddam city, when she's ready to fall over the edge. when she's ready to let go.

you pull away just to whisper "come for me, witchy" before resuming your movements and it doesn't take longer for her to do just that.

she sounds so beautiful, she looks breathtaking. chest heaving, a frown of pleasure. the sweetness of her wetness on your tongue.

you messily lick her clean, make her whine a little more. she gropes around on the bed until she reaches your hair, fingers running through the soft strands until she's gripping. her original intention was to pull you up to kiss you, but you start over.

Well, maybe she just needs to de-stress a little more.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Throw A Tantrum

Mafia Boss!Lizzie Olsen x fem!reader

Summary: Lizzie won't stop asking you to marry her, it's become a game between you two now, but when Lizzie doesn't handle a situation right you blow off and go on a little shopping trip with her card

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Lizzie and you have an argument

A/N: This is based off of this post

You always knew there was something different about Lizzie. Growing up together in the quiet suburbs, she always had this aura of command around her, even as kids. But you never imagined that one day she would become the head of the mafia, and you certainly didn't expect her to want to marry you.

Living with Lizzie in her sprawling, luxurious penthouse was an experience in itself. The place was a stark contrast to your childhood homes, filled with top-of-the-line furnishings and an almost intimidating level of sophistication. But despite the opulence, there were small touches that made it feel like home—photos of the two of you over the years, your favorite books on the shelves, and the cozy blanket you always curled up with draped over the back of the couch.

One evening, you were curled up on that very couch, reading a book, when Lizzie strolled into the living room. She leaned against the doorframe, her presence both comforting and intimidating, a paradox you had come to accept.

"Marry me," Lizzie said, for the hundredth time, her tone half-serious, half-teasing. Her dark green eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at you.

"No," you replied with a smirk, not even looking up from your book. It was a ritual between you two by now, a game you both enjoyed. Despite your refusals, Lizzie never stopped asking, and you never stopped saying no, but it was all part of the dance you two shared.

"You know," Lizzie began, walking over to sit next to you on the couch, "you'd make a perfect mafia queen. You've got the attitude for it."

"And you have the persistence of a stalker," you shot back, finally meeting her gaze. Her eyes softened, a look that made your heart race.

"I just know what I want," Lizzie said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I always get what I want."

You rolled your eyes, though the fluttering in your chest was hard to ignore. "You can't just go around deciding people's lives for them, Lizzie."

"Maybe not everyone," she conceded, a sly smile playing on her lips, "but you? You're different."

"Different how?" you challenged, leaning in slightly.

"Different as in, you're already my wife in every way that matters," she said softly, her fingers grazing your cheek. "I spoil you, protect you, and love you more than anything in this world."

Your heart skipped a beat at her words. Despite your playful refusals, you were deeply in love with Lizzie. You just couldn't admit it out loud, not when her life was filled with danger and uncertainty. But every touch, every glance she gave you made it harder to resist her.

"You're delusional," you teased, trying to keep the mood light, but your voice betrayed your true feelings.

"Maybe," she whispered, her lips now inches from yours, "but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Before you could respond, she closed the gap, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding. It was a kiss that spoke of years of friendship, unspoken feelings, and a future you were too scared to embrace.

When she finally pulled away, you were breathless, your resolve crumbling.

"One day," Lizzie murmured, her forehead resting against yours, "you'll say yes."

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But until then, enjoy the chase."

Lizzie chuckled, pulling you into her arms. "Oh, I am, darling. I am."

And as you nestled into her embrace, surrounded by the familiarity of your shared home, you knew that no matter how much you teased or resisted, Lizzie would always be there, loving you in her own fierce, unwavering way.

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Lizzie's penthouse had five bedrooms, each more lavish than the last. Yet, from the moment you moved in, Lizzie had insisted that you share her bedroom. "For your protection," she'd said, her tone brooking no argument. You had reluctantly agreed, knowing that her insistence came from a place of love and concern.

One night, after a particularly trying day, you found yourself lying in bed with Lizzie. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the plush bedding and elegant décor. Lizzie's arms were wrapped around you, her hands roaming over your back in a soothing, familiar pattern. Her lips found yours, and you melted into the kiss, feeling a mixture of love and frustration.

You loved these moments and hated them all in one breath. The intimacy, the warmth of her touch, the way she made you feel safe and cherished—it was intoxicating. But it also made you painfully aware of how much you wanted to submit, to be hers completely. And that terrified you.

Lizzie's kisses grew more passionate, her hands exploring with a hunger that mirrored your own. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in her hair as you deepened the kiss. Yet, in the back of your mind, a voice whispered that you couldn't allow yourself to fully give in. Not when her life was filled with danger and uncertainty.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes searched yours, as if seeking answers to unspoken questions. "What are you thinking?" she asked softly, her breath warm against your skin.

You hesitated, struggling to find the words. "I... I love you, Lizzie. You know that. But I can't—"

"Shh," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to explain. I understand."

And she did. Lizzie knew your fears, your doubts, and the reasons behind your resistance. She respected them, even if it meant enduring the ache of unfulfilled longing.

"I just want you to know that I'm here," Lizzie whispered, her fingers brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be here."

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Nestling closer to her, you allowed yourself to bask in the comfort of her embrace, even if just for a little while longer.

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It started out as a minor disagreement, something trivial about the way Lizzie handled a situation with one of her lieutenants. But, as things often did with the two of you, it quickly escalated.

“You never listen to me, Lizzie!” you shouted, frustration boiling over. “You just do whatever you want, without considering how it affects others!”

Lizzie’s eyes narrowed, her calm demeanor cracking just a bit. “I always listen to you. But sometimes, there are things you don’t understand about my world.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you retorted. “It’s your world, not ours. You always have to be in control.”

The argument continued to spiral until you stormed out, grabbing your keys and slamming the door behind you. You needed space, a chance to cool down and clear your head. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of retail therapy.

Hours passed, and you found yourself at the most luxurious boutiques in the city. Every swipe of your card felt like a small act of rebellion, a way to assert some control in a situation where you often felt powerless. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, anything and everything caught your eye.

Meanwhile, back at home, Lizzie was dealing with the aftermath of your fight. She knew she had pushed too hard, but her pride wouldn’t let her admit it. That is, until her phone rang.

“Miss Olsen,” the bank manager’s voice was cautious. “There’s been an unusual amount of spending on one of your accounts. We wanted to verify—”

“It’s fine,” Lizzie interrupted, a wry smile on her lips as she realized what you were doing. “Just my future wife throwing a tantrum.”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a tentative, “Understood, Miss Olsen. Should we impose any limits?”

“No,” Lizzie said firmly. “Let her buy whatever she wants. She’ll come home eventually.”

And she was right. Laden with shopping bags and feeling a mix of satisfaction and guilt, you finally returned. Lizzie was waiting, her expression a blend of amusement and exasperation.

“Had fun?” she asked, eyeing the mountain of bags you set down.

“Immensely,” you replied, though your tone was softer now, the anger having dissipated.

Lizzie stepped closer, taking your hands in hers. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I do listen to you, and I do care about what you think. Sometimes I just get… carried away.”

You sighed, leaning into her touch. “I know. And I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that.”

Lizzie pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “It’s okay. Just promise me you won’t run off and bankrupt me every time we argue.”

You laughed, the sound muffled against her shoulder. “Deal. But only if you promise to actually listen.”

“Deal,” she echoed, pulling back to look into your eyes. “Now, let’s go through these bags and see what my future wife bought.”

As you sat together, sorting through your extravagant purchases, you took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge. "Lizzie," you started, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"Yes?" she looked up, her eyes full of curiosity and a hint of apprehension.

"Ask me again," you said softly.

Her brows furrowed for a moment before realization dawned on her face. A slow smile spread across her lips as she took your hands in hers once more. "Will you marry me?"

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Yes, Lizzie. I'll marry you."

Lizzie pulled you into a kiss, her arms tightening around you as if she never wanted to let go. And in that moment, surrounded by shopping bags and the remnants of a heated argument, you knew you had made the right decision. No matter the ups and downs, you were ready to face them together, as partners, as lovers, and now, as fiancées.

[mommyslittlebird]

Long Distance Mommy!Wanda: Punishment

Of course, I could finish my chapter for this week, but I could write 2k words of puppy!reader yesterday and 1k words of this today 😵‍💫😵‍💫

"You've been a very naughty girl today, haven't you?" Wanda clicks her tongue over the phone.

You swallowed. You wanted to argue. The only reason you had gotten distracted in class was because she was sending you naughty things all day. But you held your tongue. You knew better than to argue. "Yes, mommy."

"Mmm," she hummed, pleased you thought better of trying to pin this on her. "And you know mommy has to punish naughty girls, don't you?"

You nodded. "Yes, mommy."

"That's a good girl. Now, I need you to go to the toy drawer and pick out exactly what I tell you to, okay? You'll need a plug- the blue one tonight-, the paddle, and your clamps."

Your eyes went wide. It wasn't uncommon that Wanda would make you put in the plug or wear the nipple clamps, but she very rarely made you use both at the same time. You whined. "Mommy..."

"Aww, what is it baby?" She cooed with faux sympathy.

"It's gonna hurt..." you whimpered quietly.

She nearly laughed. "Of course it's going to hurt, baby. It is a punishment, after all. But you're gonna be a good girl for mommy, aren't you?"

"Yes, mommy," you grumbled reluctantly, grabbing the toys and bringing them to the bed. Since dating Wanda, you'd acquired a good number of new toys, including a nice adjustable stand for your phone that allowed you to film yourself on your bed. You set up your phone, putting Wanda on speaker and hitting the video call button.

Wanda smiled as you appeared on her screen, already naked and preparing yourself for her. "Hey, pretty girl."

You blushed, carefully avoiding the camera as you applied lube to the plug and slowly pushed it into your ass.

She clicked disapprovingly. "Uh uh, sweet girl. You know better than that. Turn over and spread your cheeks. Mommy wants to see your pretty plug."

You did as she asked, glad that at least she couldn't see how red your face was getting from this angle, even though you were sure she already knew.

She hummed. "Mmm, good girl. You're lucky I don't make you take it out and put it back in, since you decided to hide it from me the first time."

You whimpered at the thought. "Thank you, mommy. I'm sorry."

When she finally had her fill, she spoke again. "Okay, sweetheart. You can turn back over now. Show mommy how you put on your clamps."

You turned back over, showing her the clamps first so she could make sure they were adjusted to their most intense setting. You pinched your nipple, crying out as the cruel metal sank into the sensitive bud. You did the same thing on the other side, nearly crying with how sensitive you were.

The plug stung slightly, stretching you just past what was comfortable. But the clamps hurt even worse, burning and stinging your sensitive chest. You were already squirming in front of Wanda. "Mommy, can I touch myself, please? Please mommy. It hurts so bad." The lack of pleasurable stimulation made the pain almost unbearable.

Wanda, who could see how quickly you were already approaching a breaking point, caved. "Yes, baby. Play with yourself for me. Tell mommy how it feels."

The pressure to your clit immediately brought you relief, allowing the stinging pain to take on a slightly pleasurable edge. It was truly amazing how much of a difference it made. You moaned. "Much better, mommy. It still h-hurts. But... not s-so bad."

"Mmm, that's a good girl. Keep touching yourself for me, baby. Get yourself nice and sensitive."

You did as she asked, bucking against your own hand in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. With the stimulation on nearly every sensitive part of your body, you could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. You hoped Wanda would have mercy on you, deciding that the combination of the clamps and plug was enough of a punishment for tonight. "Can I cum, mommy?"

Wanda was slightly taken aback by your question. Sure, she'd been teasing you all day, but you were hardly ever this fast. "So close already, baby?"

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip.

"Stop." She commanded.

You whined but did as she instructed.

"Pick up the paddle. I want you to hold yourself open for me and spank your little clit twenty times. I'll count out loud. If I don't think it was hard enough, it doesn't count. Understand?"

You whined, picking up the paddle in your right hand, using your left hand to spread your lips apart, putting your swollen clit on display for her. Hesitantly, you brought the paddle down with a soft thud. She didn't start counting. You tried again, harder this time. She didn't say "one" until the third time, when the leather made a loud thwack again your glistening folds.

You continue to bring down the paddle again and again, eyes watering and thighs shaking until they uncontrollably snap closed. "No more, mommy. Please."

"Three more." She commands. She takes a small bit of mercy on you. She'd only counted 15.

Shaking, you spread your thighs again, bringing the paddle down again. Your legs snap closed in between each painful strike, but you manage three more.

Her harsh demeanor final fades away after she counts the third strike. She allows you to throw the paddle down and collapse onto the bed with your thighs pressed tightly together in an attempt to relief the pain. "You did so good for me angel. You can take the clamps off and the plug out whenever you're ready, baby. Mommy's got you, sweetheart."

Even from far away, she was always so tender in her aftercare. She directed you through all the steps, carefully talking you through everything from applying ointment to wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket. She told you leave the toys on the nightstand wrapped in a blanket. They could wait until morning.

You wrapped yourself around the stuffed bear she'd bought you, inhaling the strawberry scent she'd picked out to put inside. You let her soft words of praise and love wrap around you, pretending she was laying right beside you. You peacefully drifted off to the sound of her gentle voice singing to you.

Even from miles away, she would always let you know you are her precious angel, more loved than anything else in the world.

[wandaslittlepsycho]

guys guys guys listen…

pervy!stepmom!wanda who innocently offers you some wine after dinner, only so she can slip a few libido pills into your drink. she sees you start to change your position more frequently, your furrowed brows and foggy eyes struggling to focus on the movie.

you clear your throat, shaking your head hoping for some type of clarity. the more wine you had the more clouded your head became. wanda saw you try to move, assuming you’re going to put the drink down she places her hand on your lap, watching you squirm and stare at it.

“is there something wrong with the wine honey? It’s a shame you don’t like it, it’s one of my favourites.”

you quickly dismissed her words, saying it’s delicious and that you were just a lightweight. you take a big sip and hold the glass closely to your chest, shrinking further back into the couch. she smiles at your unconscious need to please her. you are so easy to manipulate, feeling guilty over every little thing.

you finish the glass, cheeks flushed and lips pink. your head was pounding and the ache between your legs was blinding. you figured it was because it was a warm night and that you were sitting next to Wanda, your stupidly attractive step mother.

you wanted to throw your head back in frustration. you didn’t want to get up and go to the bathroom, it would be the smarter option but purely because if you tried to do something under your blanket, you wouldn’t mind getting caught ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა

feeling bold, you do exactly what your thoughts tell you to, unaware that Wanda is discreetly watching your every move. your hand slides into your shorts, gasping when you feel how wet you really are.

“Are you okay, dear?” She shifts closer, arm swung over the couch and curving behind you to play with your hair, purposely pressing her breasts up against your arm. You bite your lip, rubbing yourself to the sound of her silky voice.

“I-I’m okay, I- ah..” You moan, your hips bucking into your own hand. You’re so far gone, you weren’t even aware of the sound you had just made. Or the wet sounds coming from your pussy. She looked at you pitifully, you were being so painfully oblivious she started to feel bad for feeding you all those pills.

She doesn’t say another word, gripping the blanket and pulling it off so quickly it makes you clamp your legs together in surprise. You yelp, ready to pull your hand out of your shorts before she stops you.

“Keep going.” She orders, making you look at her dumbly.

“what?” you ask breathlessly. your chest rises and falls quickly, legs twitching in anticipation. she holds your face in her hand, her red lips whispering against yours.

“I want you to touch yourself in front of me.”

[wandaslovey]

casual, ‘silly’ ways mommy!wanda likes to dominate you:

i say silly loosely because none of these things are silly to her..

she always makes sure you floss once a day, everyday. “dental health is very important, (y/n),”she insists every time you fight her on it.

she doesn’t let you pick at your face, or any other area on your body for the matter. whether it be a pimple, a scab, a bug bite - you’re not allowed to pick at it. she wants everything to heal in due time the proper way.

she always corrects your posture if you’re slouching too much. despite the fact that you insist on slumping over your homework at the table, she is persistent in reminding you to sit up. she doesn’t want you to get a back hunch after all.

wanda doesn’t so much subscribe to the whole “breakfast is the most important meal of the day” thing, but she is firm on the fact that you must have at least one meal everyday. even if it’s small, she wants to make sure you always have food in your tummy.

she doesn’t like you to curse. this isn’t a firm rule of hers, but she does micromanage your language when it gets too out of hand and you’ve used 3 different cuss words in one sentence. you’re supposed to be her proper little thing, remember?

you can only get drunk on very special occasions. she isn’t opposed to you having a small glass of wine at dinner, but as far as drinking to get drunk, she has you on a short leash. little girls like you shouldn’t ever be getting drunk anyways, so you should be lucky she lets you get drunk at all.

[saphiccarma]

hear me out...hardened mob boss reader who is fucking SOFT for wandanat who are her mob lawyers (TW: slightly dark but not really)

It wasn't hard to get wandanat to be criminal lawyers for you, just the offer of money

You had tried to threaten them, but neither blinked, not even seemingly slightly scared

they didn't bat an eyelash the first time you showed up at their firm, pissed because one of your men got put in jail.

They simply stared at you with a raised eyebrow, entirely unimpressed.

For once in your life, your intimidation factors didn't work on people, the two just didn't care.

When you exploded on them once, after a few months, Wanda grabbed your chin.

"Watch the tone," she growled, pulling you in close, "You pay us, yes. But you are not the one in charge here."

You would be lying (something you did on the regular) if you said you weren't turned on by it

You were used to being in charge, it was part of who you were

But Wanda and Natasha sauntered into your space like they owned it, bossed you around like you couldn't order for them to be killed

You'd killed someone for less

Strangely, you didn't care. You enjoyed it

For once, you weren't in charge, you didn't have to think, you just had to surrender.

The first time the three of you have sex, you were drunk off your ass.

They invited you over for drinks, something you shouldn't have done, but you'd gone anyways.

You'd downed a lot of alcohol that night while the lawyers just sipped on their wine.

By the end of the night you were throwing yourself at them, whining like a "pathetic little slut"

You'd gotten tied up to the bed for being to squirmy, ropes digging into your wrists.

Natasha gripped your hips, pulling them forward before shoving them away as she pounded into you with her strap.

"Do you like that baby?" Wanda cooed, her voice deceptively sweet, "Like being fucked by Daddy's big strap?" When all you manage is a shaky moan and nod, she slaps your face - not gentle but not hard, "Words."

"Y-yeah."

When it's Wanda's turn she edges you until you can't think anymore, playing with a vibrator, pressing it your clit, rubbing it up and down before cruelly pulling away.

It happened a total of five times before she let you come.

Moaning into Natasha's mouth, her hands playing with your nipples, you were an utter mess

but from that point forward you were their mess

[natashascumslut]

Thinking about getting in an argument with Mommy!Wanda, and you know everything she’s saying is right; you’re just arguing cause you’re feeling bratty. And she’s getting mad, her words seething past her teeth as she grips onto the kitchen counter. Eventually she leaps onto you, her fingers pulling at your shirt before you can react.

“You wanna be a brat, huh? Bratty girls get punished.”

“Stop squirming and shut up, you brought this on yourself.”

“Such a slut for mommy, aren’t you? You shut your mouth as soon as i gave you what you wanted.”

And she doesn’t let you cum, in fact she has you begging for it, your eyes wide as you whimper with tears pricking at your eyes; But that won’t stop her, you brought this upon yourself. She doesn’t stop until you’re crying and your hands can barely grip onto her hair anymore; and even after all that, she never let you finish.

should i write a fic like this…? i have so many ideas…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dark Energy 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff

Summary: you become a point of contention between Wanda and Steve.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“I’ll be in and out,” Wanda promises. 

“Oh, okay, are you sure you don’t want me to wait out here?” You peer up at the daunting facade of the large compound marked with an A in a notable swoosh. The Avengers logo adds to your imposter syndrome. 

“Are you serious? That would be awfully rude of me,” she tuts. “It is me who forgot my phone.” 

“Right,” you chew your lip and hurry along with her as she waves her hand and a scarlet aura has the doors opening at her will. 

“Don’t worry so much. My coworkers are probably busy.” 

“Um, yeah, I wasn’t...” 

“And not so intimidating as you think. In their little costumes, eh?” She chuckles. 

You try to laugh. You don’t think they look ridiculous. Some might call it camp but you’re sure there’s some practical use to it all. What would you know? You’re just you. 

“Anyhow, we’ll fetch my phone and be off to the festival,” she assures you. “I am not in the mood to spend any more time with these freaks than need be.” 

She glances at you as you blink in shock at her branding. She clucks. 

“I am joking,” she pokes you. “I tease them and they tease me. Do you know what rhymes with ‘witch’?” 

You make another face and she laughs again. You hurry on, feeling like a little girl rushing after their parent on the way to the principal’s office. Not in a million years would you expect to have a friend as cool as Wanda. Well, she doesn’t seem to mind you and she shows you all sorts of cool things like the cards she reads and the dolls she makes. 

“That’s not very nice,” you say. 

“Not all my friends are as nice as you,” she assures. 

“So you’re friends with the Avengers?” 

“Some,” she shrugs. “Some not so much.” 

She stops at a door and flicks her fingers. They open as she struts forward. You linger and only follow her as you steady yourself. All night, you spent wading in anxiety in anticipation for the berry festival but you are wholly unprepared for this. 

You step into the doorway as she holds out her arm. A little red rectangle flies through the air. She catches her phone with a hum. She taps the screen with her almond nails as she turns to you. 

“There we are. I have the passes here,” she wiggles the screen at you. “My friend, Antonia, she will be selling her scarves and such. She does wonderful work.” 

“Cool, uh, guess we should get going--” 

You spin around, only to walk into a wall that wasn’t there before. You gasp and step back as two hands come up to steady you. You bat your lashes as your eyes flick up. You gulp as you recognise the famous chiseled jaw and golden hair. 

Steve Rogers holds you at arm’s length as your eyes flit up and down. His chest is huge, arms too, biceps exposed as he wears a loose muscle shirt. You’ve only ever seen him in his gear or suited up. On television, not face-to-face. 

He smiles as your mouth falls open. Wow. You've never seen anyone like him. Not aside from Wanda. They really are superhuman. 

“I’m sorry, Captain America,” you say as you gently step out of his grasp. 

Wanda giggle and nudges your side with her knuckles, “no need for all that." She raises her chin, "Steven.” 

He rolls his eyes, “so now you bringing civilians in here?” 

“Not to worry, we are on our way out. No need to sound the alarm,” she sniffs. 

He looks between you, “hi, Steve.” He offers his hand. 

“Oh, there he goes with the manners,” she rolls her eyes. “Come on, we’ve lost enough time.” 

“I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, Wanda, but an introduction is pretty typical.” 

“Well, I know when you’re from and times have changed,” she taunts and takes your hand. “Come, we are late.” 

She pulls you around Steve and you can only let her. You stumble along with her and crane to look back. He’s watching you. He gives a wave then disappears through the door. 

“He’s been such a stickler lately,” she complains. “If he hadn’t been on my case, I wouldn’t have forgotten my phone.” She lets you go as she checks it again. She locks it and tucks it into her red leather coat. “Ah, whatever. Forget about work, we’re going to have all sorts of fun.” 

You can’t speak. You're still in shock that you were in presence of the Captain America. You can feel his grip still warm on your arm. You’re not one of those fan girls but you always thought he was pretty cool. You think most people who aren’t you are. 

Wanda hops into her red convertible and pops on her sunglasses. The cat eyes give her a sleek look. You’re own are too big, inherited from a coworker who was giving them away. Like the rest of your things, you just sort of collected it. Never a voice of your own, just taking what you get. 

“I’ve never been to a berry festival,” you say. 

“Oh, you’ll love it. It’s more than just berries. Mostly stalls. Pies, jams, honey... but then you have the crafters. Like Antonia. Or you can have your tarot read but I must warn you, those swindlers aren’t so accurate as I am.” 

“Mm, yeah, probably just want money.” 

“Precisely, but we might find you a nice deck. I could show you how to read.” She offers as she shifts into gear. 

“Okay.” 

She’s quiet as she adjusts her mirror. You sense her peek at you. You smile at her sheepishly. 

“Forget about him.” She girds. “That captain has a lot of issues You don’t need to get into all that.” 

“I’m not--” 

“The serum made him look that way, he’s still that insecure skinny man inside.” Her voice deepens. “Do you remember when I read your cards? I said you would encounter dark energy. You would fare well to avoid him.” 

“Dark energy? Captain America?” 

“Steven Grant Rogers,” she corrects you. “Just a man. Just another simple man. And at the core, they are all the same.” 

[moonxytcn]

Mommy Wanda who watches all day long how her sweet little girl always seems to be putting something in her mouth.

Whether it's the tip of your thumb, lightly nibbling on it, your pen while studying for tests, how it takes you longer than usual to take your silverware out of your mouth at mealtime, and how when you were snuggled up watching movies, you would grab her hand and give her little kisses all over her fingers and take your time with your lips on them, making Wanda lightly rub your lips with her thumb. Pulling you closer Wanda notices how you get more snuggled against her chest, lightly rubbing your head against it and playing with the hem of her shirt.

"aww my little baby wants mommy's tits in her mouth now? huh? It's been a long day, hasn't it, love? Why don't you come over here and finally put your pretty little mouth on my nipples and finally relax, baby girl?"

Wanda says watching the reddish blush take over your cheeks, taking off her shirt and pulling you sideways onto her lap, so that you rest your head on her arms, grabbing her breast and lightly rubbing her nipple over your lips, inducing you to take it. When you finally grab her nipple, nothing can stop the happy and relaxed sigh from both parties, you for finally being able to have your mommy's nipples in your mouth, and Wanda for finally feeling closer than ever to you.

"Here we go, such a good girl little love, that's it, you're doing great."

Feeling you sucking gently on her nipple, Wanda sees you playing with your hands, so she slowly grabs one of your hands and brings it to her free breast, making you play with it instead, feeling you squeeze and lightly pinch her nipple, sometimes kneading it like a kitten.

"So comfy baby, right? Yeah I know, I'm sure it is."

Wanda gently caresses your face, whispering soft promises of love, while you fall asleep, with the background noise of the TV lulling you into a deeper sleep.

[a-spes]

| THE MELODY OF HAPPINESS - Drabble (1.043 words).

| Summary - they've always assumed that you were mute until you finally let them hear the sound of your voice. A part of The place we've been dreaming of' universe.

| Tags & warnings - Soft dark!Wandanat x Pet!Reader, fluffy/comforting, a bit of angst, mentions of past abuses.

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Months went by, and the fall had still not come. But you are waiting for it, knowning that this moment will eventually come. It's inevitable, you know the rules like the back of your hand.

The first few days, they are always nice to you but it's only a matter of time before they reveal their true faces. At the first mistake, rewards were replaced by punishments, carresses by blows, and the sweet words by insults. You've fallen into the trap enough times to have learned your lesson.

At least, that's what you thought.

Months went by, and nothing bad happened to you. In fact, it was the opposite. The two women were great, and for the first time, it's not their hate toward you that has grown over time, but their love. Even the one called Natasha, who wouldn't allow you to be anywhere near her the first few weeks, surprinsgly changed her mind. She was now the one who sneaks you food under the table, the one who makes you sleep in her bed, who lets you eat all the sweets you want, and stay awake past the bedtime that Wanda has set up for you. Even if she was colder than the brunette, you liked it when it was just the two of you at home.

Not that you dislike Wanda, on the contrary, you like her just as much, but your relation is different. She is always watching you, and somehow always knowning what you need before you do. Despite the appearances, the witch is the stricted of the two. She has drawn up a list of rules for you to follow, and a strict schedule, she has read online that a routine was essential for pets, that it reduces stress.

And it was true. You've never been more content than since you've been with them, and even if some days are harder, you always know what to expect from them. You've quickly learned all the rules, even the unspoken ones, and you know how to earn the caresses you are craving for. Since you've been here, none of them has ever landed a hand on you, even when you accidentaly broke the rules. The angriest you've ever seen the women is when Wanda frowns, and Natasha mumbles in annoyance.

"Bunny, what's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" the brunette asked. When she lowered her head, she noticed that the food in your bowl was untouched, which was strange as she usually has to reprimand you for inhaling your food.

"Taste weird," you mumbled with tears in your eyes. There was something that you didn't like in your meal, but you couldn't exactly tell what it was. However, what they had in their plates smelled betterand you wanted it, even if it was, in fact, the exact same thing that was in yours.

You weren't crying for that thought. The tears were the result of your fears. It has been years since the last time you've talked. It has been so long that you are not even sure you ever learned to do it. They prefer it when your quiet so you made sure to keep it that way. You don't know what crossed your mind that night, but your recklessness may have cost you the cocoon you've built up over the last few months. Not only did you speak, but you complained, and asked for something that you know is forbidden.

"Let me give you som-," the woman stopped dead in her tracks when she realized that the few words she heard weren't your thoughts. It sounded raspy and uncertain, it has been so low that she wasn't sure if it was true or a trick of her mind. A glance at her wife, who was just as surprised, confirmed that she wasn't the only one who heard these words. "You ... baby, you can talk?" she softly asked, the disbelief written all over her face.

"SHE TALKED!" the redhead suddenly screamed, a wide smile spreading on her face as she realized what just happened. "She talked! Did you hear that, Wands?" she asked her wife who couldn't help but chuckles.

"Yeah, I've heard love," she replied before her gaze falls on you again. Except that you were not here anymore.

The second you heard the screams, you run away. You weren't supposed to do that either. When they found you, curled up in the corner of the room, concern gave way to a certain sadness. They may don't know your story, but they know all too well the life that pets like you have. It's rarely a pretty story.

It took a lot of time, and patience, from both of the women before they could hear the sound of your voice again. Now that they've heard it once, they wanted more. However, you weren't willing to give them what they wanted that easily, fearing they would get tired of you if you talked too much. But now that they knew that you were able to talk, it was unthinkable that they wouldn't train you to do it.

"Say it again," the woman whispered to you. You were both sitting at the foot of the sofa, a random show playing in the back, "I know you can do it. Repeat after me: fuc~," she said, but the redhead was stopped in the middle of her sentence by a blow at the back of her head. "What was that?!" she asked, glaring at the brunette.

"Stop teaching her such stupid words," she scolded the oldest. "You are supposed to help her learn usefull words!" she added, realizing that it has been a bad idea to let Natasha take care of that part of your training.

"That's not stupid stuff," she defended herself as she gestures toward you, encouraging you to repeat the forbidden word — Fuck. One laughed as she slips a sweet into your mouth, rewarding you for your effort, while the other one tried to keep a stern expression, rolling her eyes as she gets back to the kitchen.

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[randomshyperson]

hii bestie! can i request 47 kiss from the ask game?

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: tummy kisses | words: 813 | warnings: soft smut, bottom!wanda, vampire!reader 'cause why not, some feeding btw.

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

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Wanda’s giggles fill the room with the touch of your lips against her belly.

One of her hands finds the strands of your hair, fingers moving through the curls to tug gently in protest at the tickling, but you wrap your arms around her torso and close your lips in a soft spot just above her waist. She bites her lip when the kiss turns into a small hickey.

There’s no intent to tease her though. Your mouth moves again, the chaste kisses returning to the full length of her stomach. She sighs, the grip on your hair softening to a caress until her eyes meet yours. With your chin resting against the skin above her belly button, you smile.

“I’ve missed you, Wanda.” You let her know sweetly. "Don't leave again." It's her turn to smile, just as lovingly as you did. 

Her fingers leave your hair to caress your cheek. "Sorry, baby. I won't. Tomorrow, I'll tell Natasha I'm retiring." It's a joke, but you both can't help but wish that were possible. No superhero routine to keep you apart. Maybe one day, Wanda could leave the team, to be with you instead. 

"I won't be here tomorrow, you need to do it today." You retort like a stubborn child, a pout forming that makes Wanda's heart leap in her chest. She loves you enough to truly consider the offer. She's delighted by the reaction for a moment, and you sigh impatiently before moving your face again. Kissing her tummy, once and then twice, before biting it gently. The kissing starts to gain more intent, your lips firm into her skin. The sudden scratch of your fangs makes her flinch in a delicious shiver, her legs instinctively trying to close around you to increase the friction. Wanda sighs, one of her hands tightening its grip on the sheets.

"Be nice," she warns, a little out of breath. Your kisses, which are moving lower and lower, have turned completely into bites and hickeys on the way.

You sigh into the limit of her nightgown, looking up at her with darkened and fully transformed eyes, the vampiric appearance of your face making Wanda hold her breath in anticipation.

"Since you're not staying, I should give you something to remember me by." That's the only warning you gave her, and the feeling of your fangs digging into the skin of her thigh should make her yell but all that escapes is a deep-throated moan.

Her grip tightens instinctively on your hair and you groan as you feed, strong hands holding Wanda down on the mattress as her hips begin to buck in desperation. When her grip loosens, you stop, licking the bite and trailing kisses up her thigh to where she wants you so badly. Her out-of-rhythm breathing hitches as you tentatively lick her soaked warmth, and Wanda rewards you with sweet pleading sounds for every teasing touch that fails to give her the stimulation she needs.

"Please." She gasps between whimpers, trying to thrust her hips into your face. You look up from between her legs, and it's your turn to gasp. She looks so beautiful like this, her chest heaving, her cheeks deep-flushed, eyes begging to be fucked.

You smirk, kissing the hardened bud and making her groan in arousal.

Your fangs scratch your bottom lip, and Wanda bites down on hers as she watches, one hand gripping the sheets in case you bite her again. But the touch of your lips is sweet, precise, and not at all sharp.

You whisper into her warmth: “Anything for you, my darling.” before feeding in an entirely different way now.

Her head falls back onto the pillows, and Wanda gasps between moans of pure ecstasy. Your tongue dances inside her, eating her slowly, appreciating every tightening of her muscles, every pleading sound. The coiling tension in her lower abdomen threatens to break at any moment, at every flick of your tongue. She begins to lose control of her body then, turning into a mess of pleads and whimpers, but you place both hands on her thighs and hold her open without difficulty, the movements of your tongue never faltering inside her until Wanda arches her back and spills herself into your mouth. Her high comes in hot waves, making the lights in the room flicker and the bed shake as much as her thighs.

You smile at the scene, licking more tenderly so as not to overstimulate her beyond what she can bear. You know you ended up on the other side of the room the last time this happened. But Wanda surprises you when, still out of breath, she gasps "again." and repeats it, until you chuckle a soft “insatiable” and move your fingers to take the place of your tongue.

Who would be crazy enough to deny this woman? Not you, for sure.