#wanda maximoff

[wandaslovey]

god created men and then made elizabeth olsen as a formal apology ~

[sapphicscister]

I have too many in mind and it won’t let me tag more…

[wandaspup]

mommy? sorry mommy? sorry mommy? sorry

[bluebirdsfeathers]

Her Office

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Relationship: Ceo!Wanda X Butch!Loser!Reader

Summary: Wanda tried to get to know you a bit better before you start working together but an innocent question bring out painful memories.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap relationship (R is early 20s, W is like 40), Past verbal and physical abuse, Slight hinted at homophobia, Mommy issues bc i have them too, power imbalance?

A/N: sorry this took so long. uni is really kicking my butt right now and just when i thought i'd have time to write my research supervisor gives me a 400+ page book to read.

Inspiration

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me… and for my sister!” Pietro joked as he helped you clear out your desk. You’d made yourself at home over the past few months working for him. You were sad to be leaving but excited to be working for Wanda, also incredibly nervous, like throw up into the recycling bin near the printer nervous. Not that that had happened of course.

“But seriously, we are going to miss you down here. Don’t go forgetting about us.” He patted you on the back handing you the last of your stuff.

“How could I forget you? I’ll be down here like every other day wont I? Wanda visits all the time.” you reply with slight confusion. Wanda was always coming down to check on things, like she must do with all the departments. You assumed most of your job would be to accompany her many visits around the building. Staying close and taking notes on what she says like you’d seen Theo do.

“Yeah, she definitely was just coming down here for routine check-ins.” Pietro mumbled with the faintest air of smugness of someone who knows something you don’t has. Before you could register what he said, the doors on the far side of the room swung open and in came Wanda.

 Her stride exuded confidence as she made her way over to you and your now empty desk. Her hair was slightly messy, shirt untucked, and instead of her usual high heels she wore flats.

“Got everything?” She sounded short of breath, like she had just been running. “The elevator to my office is being inspected so we’ll have to take the stairs.” Without another word, Wanda started walking back towards the door pausing to look behind her when she sensed you hadn’t moved. “Come on those 15 floors won’t climb themselves.” Suddenly her slightly dishevelled appearance made sense. You took a deep breath and gave one last look at Pietro, who seemed to be going to great lengths to not laugh at his sister, before following Wanda.

The stair well was in stark contrast to the rest of the building. Tall grey brick walls and bright white lighting. It seemed to also double as extra storage space judging by the stacks of boxes and pallets back here. You only seen them briefly while getting your monthly fire safety talks from a very unenthusiastic Dr. Banner, who once again felt the need to remind the group he had much more important things to be doing than this. As much as you found the man funny, he’s short temper made him a little scary at times.

People yelling had always been something you weren’t fond of. Your mom had always been so angry with you for not behaving like she wanted. The constant being told to sit, speak, and act ‘like a lady’ throughout your childhood had led to so many arguments. Femininity was just something you never had an interest in and the pressure to fit in from your family only made you reject it harder.

This never made the yelling easier, instead it had only made you desperate to avoid that sort of conflict. Wanda yelling the other day had scared you in a way you hadn’t felt since you were a child, and you were now desperate to make sure you were never on the receiving of her rage.

“Y/n, careful.” You had been so lost in thought you’d missed a step and stumbled forward. Wanda who had been talking non-stop about how inconvenient the elevator maintenance was stopped to help you pick up some pens that had fallen from the box you were carrying. “Do you need some help with that? It looks heavy.”

You saw this a challenge.

“No I’m fine, I’m very strong.” Wanda gave you a smile as she placed the pens back into the box touching your hand as she pulled away before turning around to continue climbing the stairs. Your face immediately flushed red.

“Only 4 more flights to go.” Her voice echoed off the bare walls was she turned another corner. You let out a sigh, the box was actually really heavy.

Once in her office you placed the box on an empty desk in the corner of the room. It was pushed up to the window and gave you an amazing view of New York. It was only then you realised how high up you were.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Wanda came up behind you making you jump slightly, all this achieved was making the red head chuckle slightly. “You’re so jumpy you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” You gave a small smile. Being alone with Wanda was terrifying and exciting all at once. The reality of the situation hadn’t really sunk in till just now. It was going to be the two of you, alone, very often from here out.

“Can I ask you something?” You nervously asked fiddling with the hem of your shirt not daring to look Wanda in the eyes. Her beautiful green eyes.

“Of course you can, darling.” Her final word rattled about in your brain momentarily making you forget what you even wanted in the first place.

“What you said, before,” Finally a coherent thought, “about wanting me, from the start. Was that true?”

“Yes, why would I lie.” Wanda raised an eyebrow giving you a no-nonsense look that you couldn’t if it was fully serious or not.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! I just, why didn’t you? You know, pick me the first time?” It was definitely a word salad that came out your mouth, thank God you were better at writing than speaking. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to pry…” you added after Wanda took a second to respond.

“No, no, don’t apologies…” She took a deep breath as if debating what to say. “That first day, I thought you had potential,” she began, clearly choosing her words carefully, “I just wanted to, see if you had what it takes to you know, be mine.”

“Be… yours.” The words caught in your throat as swallowed hard, struggling to speak.

“Be my intern, my assistant.” Wanda rushed to clarify but something inside you felt like her previous words were more honest. Not that you would dare push her on it. “And being my intern comes with a lot of responsibility, so I hope you are ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” You say saluting the older woman, who found the action quite amusing. “What do you need me to do first?”

Turns out Wanda didn’t want you to do anything just yet. Instead the two of you sat across from each other in the strange living room area of her office. Wanda lent back into a large leather armchair while you sat on the edge of the couch, almost velvety, black sofa.

She offered you a tea or coffee but instead you opted for the remnants of the energy drink you had tried to chug on the train this morning. Your choice in beverage clearly wasn’t approved by Wanda but she did little to stop you besides remind you of their negative health effects.

She asked you questions about yourself, clearly wanting to get to know you better but you held back from answering her questions too honestly, scared of being fired or disappointing her which was somehow worse in your head. They were all basic questions, and you asked some back at her.

She wanted to know about your favourite meal, how to you travel to work, where are you staying, and when you were going to get some proper work shoes. Your real answer being when they made comfortable ones but instead you opted to say when you get your next paycheck.

Then she asked something that caught you completely off guard. “How is your relationship with your family?”

“My family?” You repeat to make sure you were hearing things right.

“Yes, your family, you are one of the only interns not from a known family in the city, you mentioned you aren’t from New York originally, they must be proud of you?” Wanda spoke with a warm smile.

You hadn’t noticed but during the conversation you had leant back into the couch. It was like she had given you permission to relax for a change. You didn’t understand why but talking with Wanda made you feel comfortable, almost too comfortable at times making you need to remind yourself she was your boss.

“They umm,” your mind went to the argument you’d had with your father when you told him you were going to university miles away, almost across the entire country, “can we talk about something else.” Your voice shook slightly at the memory.

How angry he’d been, how angry he always was. The same with your mother, always so resentful, never protecting you from him. You spent your first semester coach surfing with a black eye till you had enough money to afford to rent a shitty little apartment.

“Sweetie, it’s okay.” Wanda had seemingly caught on that something was wrong and moved to sit next to you on the couch. She placed her arm around you and pulled you into a side hug that made your whole body tense. “For what it’s worth, I’ve seen your grades and watched how hard you work. I’m proud of you y/n.” Her voice had the same warmth as earlier, it was sickeningly genuine to you.

All you wanted to do was melt into her arms, but you couldn’t this was your boss. She was just being nice, there was no way she would let you get that close to her under regular circumstances. You told yourself you wouldn’t let yourself get attached. You’d seen how ruthless she could be, and it terrified you to think of being on the receiving end. Catching feelings would just make your eventual fuck up ever worse.

Besides there was no way in hell CEO Wanda Maximoff, multimillionaire Wanda Maximoff, Old enough to be your mother Wanda Maximoff would ever have feelings for you in return.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You stood up as quickly as Wanda grip on you allowed. “Sorry.” You hurried to the small bathroom in the corner of the room, locking the door behind you before allowing yourself a moment to cry.

Cruel words from you parents fought the gentle reassurance Wanda had given you. You took a moment to collect yourself. Taking several deep breaths and trying to get rid of the redness in your eyes with a little cold water from the tab.

The bathroom, like everything in Wanda’s office screamed sophistication. The mostly white tiles with the smallest hint of red complemented the plush red hand towels, and several well looked after plants littered a shelf above the toilet. Most surprisingly was the shower and clawfoot tub in the room. Did she actually use them? Or where they just there because they could be?

Finally you were ready to leave the bathroom, stepping out you saw Wanda quickly look away from your direction. Had she been watching the door the whole time?

“Y/n, feeling better?” you gave a weak nod. “Good, right back to business then, first order is sorting out… this.” She pointed towards you clothing. Since Pietro had never required you to dress professionally, you had never updated your wardrobe. You wore the same baggy, teen boy esc clothing you always did.

“Yeah, I thought that would be a problem, sorry about the way I dress. I just…”

“No I like the way you dress.” Wanda cut you off. “I mean, you dress fine, it’s just not… appropriate if you are going to be accompanying me to important meetings and such.” You couldn’t tell if you were imagining it, but you could have sworn you saw a small blush creep onto the older woman’s face.

“Right, there should be a measuring tape in the third draw of the left cabinet in my office. I have some work to get on with you can’t help with.” Wanda began quickly pressing the button of the, hopefully, now working lift.

“I want you to measure yourself and note it down. I’ll sort you out some more work appropriate clothing.” Before you could ask any other follow up questions the doors to the lift opened and she rushed inside, disappearing almost immediately.

Walking into Wanda’s office you looked out at the city, everything seemed so quiet, so still from all the way up here. Grabbing the measuring tape you sat down at your desk, getting your phone out to look up exactly what measurement you need to give her. You’d never had to think about measurements when buying clothes before. Your face flushed a bit think about the idea of Wanda choosing you some clothes. Hopefully she wouldn’t put you in a pencil skirt, or God forbid heels.

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑀𝑒

pairing: wanda maximoff x transfem!reader

summary: Emo Wanda loses her virginity, and you're the best partner ever.

content warnings: reader has a penis, handjob, sex, finger sucking, light choking, condoms, power dynamics if you squint

word count: 4k+

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“I want to touch you.”

You look up at the words, blinking slightly as you set your book aside. Your head is in Wanda’s lap, the fingers running through your hair stopping as you give her your full attention.

“What brought this on?” You ask, sitting up and facing her. “I’m flattered, don’t get me wrong, but I know you wanted to take things slow since it would be your first time and everything.”

Wanda’s green eyes look down at her lap for a moment before she casually throws her hair over her shoulder, shrugging. You see her feigned nonchalance for the vulnerability that it is but decide not to comment on it, instead taking her ring-clad fingers in your own and intertwining your hands. 

“Do you want me to touch you while you’re touching me?” 

“No.” Wanda’s eyes cut toward you, her thick eyeliner somehow still in place even after an entire day of classes. “I’ll get distracted if you touch me, and besides, I want to touch you without there being an expectation of receiving anything in return.”

You nod, shifting your weight on the couch. “I’ll sit on your lap then?”

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands already reaching for your waist. She helps you onto her lap, moving her hips until she’s comfortable with your eight sitting on top of her. She can feel the warmth from your crotch, your slight bulge making her mouth water. 

Fuck, she’s already wet. 

Clearing her throat, Wanda tries to force her blush down, her face feeling hot. Her hands move your arms to your sides, squeezing your wrists gently before releasing. You don’t move them, so she takes it as a sign to continue. 

She doesn’t know what to do. 

“Here,” you murmur. “Let me help get you started.”

Wanda’s hands barely graze your skin, her fingers hesitant as you pull your shirt off. Wrapping her hands around your waist, she watches you pull the fabric over your head. She can’t help but let out a small gasp as your red lacy bra is revealed. 

“It’s your favorite color,” you murmur, a small smile on your lips as you watch her. Your thighs straddle hers, your arms loose at your sides as you sit on her lap. 

“It is,” Wanda says, her fingers tightening around your waist for a moment before she waves them, red wisps shooting toward the light switch. The room is plunged into darkness before a single lamp clicks on and washes your body with soft, warm light. 

Wanda’s fingers are slightly hesitant as she bites her lip, her eyes roaming your body. You wonder where she’s going to begin touching you, your waist perhaps? Or maybe your chest, where she can already see your nipples hardening under your bra. 

Gentle fingers stroke your cheeks, her hands cupping your face. You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingertips roaming your features. She traces a line down your cheeks and under your jaw, over your nose and eyebrows. Softly, she traces your lips, pausing on the corners when you smile slightly. Her hands resume moving up your face and across your temples before carding through your hair and tucking it slightly behind your ears. 

Sometimes, Wanda wonders how she got so lucky with you. She’s never been the relationship type or the type for any sort of affection in general. But then you showed up, tipsy at a frat party with your backward hat and warm eyes, and that stupid, blinding smile of yours. Wanda had pushed you away at first, keeping you at a distance even as she found herself hanging out with you more than her own brother. But somehow, you managed to always wiggle your way back into her life and over her walls. 

Occasionally, Wanda will glance over at you when she thinks you aren’t looking. She’ll think about all the ways her hard, jagged edges should hurt you and your soft heart. But that hadn’t stopped you from mockingly getting down on one knee and presenting her with a cherry ring pop (her favorite kind, you always paid attention to every small detail about her) and asking her to be your girlfriend. 

“Hey,” you whisper, leaning in slightly. “Where did your head go?”

Wanda blinks, her hands still buried in your hair. She moves them back to your face, stroking your cheeks as she lets out a rare smile. It’s soft, and not at all jagged. “Just thinking about you.”

“Aww, you have a crush on me so bad,” you tease, your eyes crinkling in the corners in that way Wanda loves. 

“Shut up,” she says, but there isn’t any heat behind her words, her fingers trailing down your jaw. “Is this okay?”

You know what she means, even if she’ll never say it out loud. Wanda will never admit just how scared she is of disappointing you. Not that she ever could. “It’s more than okay, baby. Take your time. I’m enjoying your hands on me.”

“I bet you are.”

Wanda doesn’t say anything else, something in her eyes shifting as she runs her fingers down your neck. She pauses when she feels your heartbeat, the blood racing through your veins. It rushes beneath her fingertips, under your warm skin as it keeps you alive. She suddenly felt her own chest ache for a moment, knowing that she could feel the very essence of you under her fingers. 

“Can I use my mouth?”

Your chest heaves at the question, and Wanda can’t help but glance down. “Fuck yes, you can, Wanda.”

Wanda’s hands resume their movements, slowly running down your neck as her eyes lock on the way you tilt your head back. Your collarbones are sharp, and Wanda runs her fingers over them before gently pressing her thumbs into the dip in your skin where they meet your neck.

A low moan grumbles in your throat, your bottom lip snagged on your teeth. Your eyes are closed, and Wanda feels something relax inside her. She loves your eyes, and how piercing they are, but right now it’s nice to not be observed. She also loves that you’re relaxed enough to trust her like this, to close your eyes and let her do whatever she wants. It should be daunting, but instead, it’s fucking exhilarating. Wanda surges forward. 

Pressing her lips against your neck, she drags her tongue across the spot where she can feel your blood pumping wildly. You smell good, like warm bread and honey. Wanda loves it. Sometimes, she steals your clothes just so she can bury her nose in them and feel you while you’re away. Not that she’ll ever admit that. You never seem to run out of sweaters, though. 

Dragging her nose up your neck, Wanda explores the side of your throat with her lips and tongue, relishing in the small sounds and gasps escaping your lips. Her other hand dances around the base of your neck, not applying any pressure, just touching your soft skin and memorizing every curve and bump. 

Her kisses turn heated, her breaths picking up as she marks your skin. She loves the way you squirm on her lap, the tent in your pants obvious as she works your body up. Your hands are still at your sides, your fingers fisting the fabric of Wanda’s ripped jeans. 

“Fuck, Wanda,” you breathe. 

“I know,” she murmurs into your neck, inhaling your scent before moving to the other side and marking that up too. 

You’re grinding in her lap now, soft whimpers sounding out as you try to maintain some composure. It’s not working very well. The sensation of Wanda’s lips against your neck feels like liquid pleasure running through your veins. 

She pulls away, but before you can really complain about it, her lips are crashing down on yours like it's the only thing she’s ever wanted to do. Her hands cradle the back of your head, her tongue licking against your lips until you finally part yours. Her lips refuse to part from yours, her body leaning into yours as she kisses you. It leaves you breathless in a perfect sort of way.

Your chests heave in tandem, the need for air winning as your lips part. Wanda rests her forehead against yours, her hands tracing down your neck to rest on your shoulders. 

Meeting your gaze, Wanda smiles at the heat in your eyes. “I’ve still got more of you to touch,” she reminds you, gently running her hands down your arms until she reaches your hands. She lets her gaze drop, pulling one of your hands into the space between your bodies, her fingers gently tracing yours. 

Wanda loves your fingers. They’re dainty and long, with your fingernails cut short but polished beautifully. She loves the contrast of her silver rings and chipped black nail polish to your thin gold rings and well-maintained cuticles. 

Slowly, she brings your hand up, tracing her lips with the fingertip of your forefinger. Your breath hitches, your gaze locked on your hand. Wanda parts her lips and gently sucks two of your fingers into her mouth, her tongue warm and strong as she watches your eyes darken. Your hips are moving slightly, soft breaths hitting her face as you pant. 

“You like sucking my fingers, baby?” you ask, your voice low. 

Wanda nods. 

“You’re very good at it,” you murmur, licking your lips as your eyes glance between the fingers in her mouth and her piercing gaze. 

Smirking, Wanda gives your fingers one last suck before slowly pulling them from her mouth. They glisten slightly, as you feel yourself throb at the sight, your breath slightly shaky. Wanda gently guides your hand back to your side, her palms running up your arms. 

Now she’s moving quicker, her bottom lip snagged on her teeth as she looks down at your chest. Her fingers trace the straps of your bra, rubbing over the fabric until she cups your breasts in her hands. Lightly, she runs her thumbs over your hardened nipples poking through the fabric. 

You gasp and arch your back slightly, pushing your chest further into her hands. 

Smirking, Wanda runs her thumbs over your nipples again, loving the small sounds she’s pulling from you. Her hands move slightly until she’s able to pinch your nipples between her thumb and forefinger, your small whines turning into low moans. 

“Take it off,” you plead. “Baby, please take it off. I need to feel you.”

Well, Wanda can’t say no to that. She’s never been good at denying pretty women anything. And you’re the prettiest woman she’s ever seen, so she reaches around your back and quickly unsnaps your bra, sliding it down your arms and placing it on the couch. 

Your nipples are achingly hard, your breasts soft and perfect underneath her palms. Taking a few steadying breaths, you watch Wanda’s face as she gently rolls your nipples between her fingers, her eyes glancing up at yours for a reaction.

God, you already look ruined. Your eyes are slightly glassy, your lips swollen from the kiss and parted as you pant. Your cheeks are flushed and your pupils are so dilated that Wanda can barely see the color of your irises. It’s a picture of beauty.

“You look so pretty like this,” Wanda whispers, tugging on your nipples and feeling arousal shoot through her at your responding moan. 

“I should have known you’d like your girls all desperate and needy,” you manage to say, Wanda’s hands kneading your breasts as her thumbs swipe over your nipples. 

“No.” Wanda smiles, “I only like you all desperate and needy. It’s a good look on you, I’ll have to make it happen more often.”

You nod, agreeing with her. You typically were the more dominant person in your relationships, but something about Wanda made you want to cave to her every word. Sure, there were times when all you wanted to do was pin her down and fuck her until she couldn’t think straight, but now that the tables were turned, you didn’t mind. 

This was Wanda’s night. She got to do whatever she wanted to you, and you were more than happy with that. Her comfort was always your first priority, and you wanted her to lose her virginity the way she wanted to. 

“Stand up.” Wanda breathes, her hands slithering down to your waist. Her fingers break the waistband of your sweatpants, and she looks you dead in the eye. “I want these off.”

You’re quick to comply, your erection throbbing and begging to be set free. It’s a bit awkward, but Wanda doesn’t seem to mind your clumsy actions as you stand and pull your pants and underwear down. The fabric tangles around your ankles, and you hold her shoulder for balance as you pull them all the way off. 

It would feel weird to be completely nude while Wanda was clothed, but you don’t feel awkward once you see her hungry eyes locked on your cock. 

“Can I touch it?” she asks, glancing up at you. 

“Of course, baby,” you murmur, sitting back down on her lap and straddling her. Your hands go back down to your sides, your cock standing up proudly between you two. “Take your time.”

Wanda smiles softly at you. She knows this is a vulnerable moment, and she thanks you for trusting her with a small, passionate kiss. 

Pulling back, Wanda brings her fingers up to the tip of your cock. She gently rubs her thumb through the precum gathering, loving the way your breathing changes at each touch. She finds a sensitive spot just underneath the tip that has you gasping, your cock jumping slightly. She wants to find more spots just like that and she wants to drive you mad with need. 

With confidence from your small gasps and moans, Wanda wraps her hand fully around you, feeling how hard you are. You moan at the action, your hips jerking before you force yourself to remain still. It’s hard to not fuck yourself against Wanda’s hand, but somehow you resist the urge. 

“Start moving your hand, baby,” you whisper, your eyes dark as you look at her. She smiles at you, maintaining eye contact as she slowly pumps your length in her hand. 

It’s agonizing and so fucking perfect. 

You throw your head back, moaning as she jerks you off. Her rings against you feel amazing, providing a rough sensation that has you leaking down your shaft. Your precum coats your length as she continues to slowly move her hand up and down, watching your reactions closely. She can feel you throb under her palm when her rings graze your tip, so she does it a few more times just to hear you moan.

Wanda moves her free hand to your chest. Her movements become slightly rough, her fingers digging into your skin as she squeezes your breast. You moan and arch your back again, your hands gripping her knees behind you tightly. She pumps her hand quicker, enjoying the broken gasps and whines as you subconsciously thrust your hips. 

“Do you have condoms?” Wanda asks urgently. Her hands are suddenly everywhere, pushing you down onto the couch until your back hits the cushion. She keeps pumping your shaft even as she begins to stand, your hands flying to her waist as you make a noise of protest. 

“Yeah, they’re in the drawer next to my bed,” you say, watching her lean down toward you. Her lips press quickly against yours before she pulls back. 

“I’ll be right back,” she promises, before she’s dashing up the stairs and out of sight. 

You would laugh at her eagerness, but you’re still rock hard and throbbing at the thought of feeling her around you. Gently, you lazily stroke yourself as you wait for her, your other hand rolling and twisting a nipple between your fingers. 

“Okay, I got one,” Wanda’s voice sounds out, and you smile as she enters the room again. Her cheeks are slightly flushed and she’s holding a condom in one hand, and a bottle of lube in the other. 

“I don’t think I’ll need this,” she says, setting the lube on the floor and tossing the condom onto your stomach. You throb at the implication, taking a steadying breath. “But, it never hurts to be safe, right?”

Her green eyes peer at you for confirmation, and you nod quickly. “That’s perfect, baby.”

Wanda smiles widely at you, tucking her hair behind her ears slightly as she stands next to the couch, her eyes nervously roaming your body. You can tell that she needs some guidance, so you reach out a hand and pull her in by her studded belt. 

“Take your clothes off, Wanda,” you murmur. “I want you to strip for me.”

Nodding, Wanda slowly pulls her shirt off, smirking at the way your eyes lock on her chest. She unclips her bra impatiently, throwing it on the ground before cupping her chest and tilting her head. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes,” you breathe, stroking yourself a little faster at the sight. “Keep going, baby.”

Wanda smirks. “Hands off.”

Your eyes snap to hers, and you slowly let go of your length. Your cock rests on your stomach, throbbing with arousal as Wanda bites her lip at the needy look in your eyes. 

Slowly, she hooks her thumbs into her ripped jeans, pulling everything off in one motion. You see that she shaved, her inner thighs glistening with her arousal as she takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. 

“You look beautiful, Wanda.” You say earnestly. “I mean it. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Oh, shush,” Wanda says, but you can tell that she’s pleased. 

You pat your thighs, purposefully not touching your cock like she asked -commanded, more like- you not to. “Sit here, baby. I’ll show you how to put a condom on.”

“What is this, health class?” Wanda teases, but she straddles your thighs all the same. You can feel the warmth from her core right next to your cock, but you ignore your arousal as she takes you in her hands. 

Ripping the packaging, you open the condom and show her the little nub that’s sticking out. “It goes on like this,” you say, putting it over your tip and pinching the nub. “Then you just kind of roll it down until it’s fully covering everything.”

Wanda watches with rapt attention as you gently use your thumb and forefinger to pull the condom down around your length. Once it’s fully on, you release the nub and smile up at her, making some last adjustments to the condom. “That’s all there is to it.”

“Cool,” Wanda nods, biting her lip. There’s a beat of silence before she locks her gaze with yours. Her eyes are dark again. “I’m going to ride you until you cum in this condom, and then I’m going to keep going until I cum.”

She leans down, smirking. “And you’re not allowed to touch.” 

“Fuck,” you manage, before she’s lifting herself up slightly and lining your tip up with her soaked entrance. “Take your time, baby. Focus on what feels good for you, I’ll be enjoying it any way you want it.” 

Wanda smiles at you briefly before she’s bracing herself with her hands squeezing your breasts and slowly lowering herself onto your cock. 

She only takes your tip in, but it’s absolute heaven. Her soft moans reach your ears, her hands squeezing your breasts tightly as she gets used to the feeling. She feels amazing, your tip surrounded by her wet heat. You resist the urge to thrust up, keeping yourself still as you put your arms up and grip the couch arm behind you.

“Good job,” you pant, your eyes warm as you look up at her. “You’re doing just a good job, Wanda. You feel amazing, baby.”

Wanda’s eyes glaze over slightly at your words, and she lets out a whimper of pleasure as she lowers herself further onto your length. This time, she keeps going until she’s fully seated on your cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” she says, her voice high and breathy. Her cheeks are flushed, her hands gripping you tightly. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

You open your mouth to say something, but Wanda is quicker. She shoves two of her fingers in your mouth, smirking at your muffled gasp of surprise. “Suck.”

Obeying, you suck her fingers as she begins to lift her hips up, your tip dragging along her walls in the best way possible. She fucks herself with your cock, starting slow before she finds a rhythm. Once she finds it, you’re a moaning mess. 

The wet sounds of her pussy sound out, her ass meeting your hips as she fucks herself. Your eyes are closed, your fingers cramping from how hard you’re gripping the couch arm. Wanda stops occasionally, fully seated on your cock, grinding her clit into your pelvis as she moans. 

“You feel so fucking good,” she gasps out, pulling her fingers from your mouth and gently wrapping them around your throat. You cum right then, your strangled moans sounding out as you feel yourself cumming into the condom. You squeeze your thighs tight as your eyes shoot open, Wanda’s flushed cheeks and wide eyes staring at you. “Does it feel good to fuck me, baby?”

“Yes,” you moan out, her hips moving faster as she nears her orgasm. “Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock. It’s perfect… you’re perfect. Holy shit, I feel so good right now, Wanda. You’re making me feel so fucking good.”

Wanda’s hips stutter, and she keeps milking your cock, the pleasure overwhelming as she fully seats herself on your length. She grinds roughly, her other hand moving from your chest to her clit as she rubs fast circles. Her pussy walls spasm, then tighten in the most pleasurable way possible as her orgasm washes over her. 

Your cock is overstimulated, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Wanda is writhing slightly on top of you, her fingers squeezing every drop of pleasure from her clit as she rubs it gently. Her other hand releases your throat and gently trails down your sternum as she steadies herself. 

“That was…” Wanda opens her eyes, looking down at you with a lazy smile. “That was fucking amazing.”

She bites her lip, suddenly shy. You take that as permission to move your hands, and you sit up slightly as you cup her cheeks. 

“You were amazing, Wanda,” you say, kissing her softly. “I loved every second of that.”

“You were pretty amazing too,” Wanda murmurs, rolling her hips. Your cock throbs slightly, semi-hard and still buried inside her. “You followed my orders like the good girl you are.”

You smirk, your length hardening again. “Keep talking like that, and we’ll never make it to the shower.” 

Wanda giggles, kissing you again. Her lips are soft and insistent, her tongue grazing your bottom lip before she sucks it between her teeth. Pulling away, she releases your lip as you groan, your cock almost fully hard again.

“Next,” she murmurs, shyly running her hands over your shoulders. “I want to try sucking you off.”

You groan dramatically, throwing your head back as Wanda erupts into chuckles. “You’re going to kill me, woman,” you gasp out, theatrically clutching your chest. 

“Yeah,” Wanda shrugs, her eyes glinting. “But you’d probably find that hot too.”

Smiling, you lean in and kiss her again. This time it’s lingering. You pour your emotions into the kiss, hoping Wanda understands just how happy you are that she trusted you with her first time. 

“I love you.” You lean in and kiss her one last time, just for good measure. 

“Sap,” Wanda teases, biting her lip and wrapping her arms around your neck. 

“You love it.”

“Yeah,” she smiles. “I do.”

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[aubvrns]

ladies step aside, i got this 😘

[mommyslittlebird]

Puppy’s Adoption Day

Whoops this is almost 2k words 😅

It had been a rough week for Wanda. There was no doubt about it. But, finally, her now ex boyfriend had moved all his stuff out of there and this whole nightmare was finally over.

It was her first weekend as a single woman, and she decided she was long overdue for a self care day. She started the morning at a coffee shop and got lunch with her best friend. She even took a little shopping trip to get herself a new outfit for the club that night.

But still, all her efforts to lift her own spirits fell flat. She sighed. She knew it would take time, but god she wanted to feel alive again.

She walked aimlessly along the sidewalk of the small shopping center. When she finally landed in front of the pet store, she figured she might as well look around. They had a wonderful program called the “Toy Fairy Program” in which a donor purchases a toy and donates some money, and they get to give it to a puppy visiting from a local shelter in return. Who wasn’t uplifted by playing with a puppy?

She carefully picked out a toy: a stuffed rabbit/teddy bear looking creature with a soft squeaker in the middle. It was simply adorable. When the volunteer asked which puppy she wanted to give the toy to, she looked over each of the options.

That’s when she saw you.

You were the littlest of the bunch: a small Jack Russell Terrier mix. You sat in the back of your cage, but she could see your fear was tinted with curiosity. When you lifted your head to look at her, one of your ears was bent weird, protruding awkwardly from the side of your head.

She pointed to you. “I’ll take this little darling.”

The volunteer carried you out of the cage, setting you down in a turf enclosure with Wanda. She knelt down on the ground while you pushed against the back fence.

“Hey, buddy,” she cooed gently. “You don’t have to be scared. I just wanna give you a toy. See? Look.” She set the toy down on the ground in front of her, pressing into it to activate the squeaker.

She watched your eyes widen at the noise. Finally, you curiously approached her, cautiously pressing your front paw into the toy. It squeaked again. You smiled, huffing like you were trying not to laugh. You pressed it again, chuckling this time.

“Is that funny, baby?” She asked, like she was talking to a small child. She reached out and squeaked the toy a few times in succession.

You laughed, taking it into your mouth to try and mimic the noise. The attempt only made you laugh harder. You set it down in front of Wanda, pouncing on it with both of your front paws.

She picked it up and squeaked it again and again until you were laughing so hard you’d fallen over onto your back, paws kicking aimlessly in the air. She had never seen anything quite like it: the pure innocent joy of a little puppy enjoying their first squeaky toy. You were belly laughing and your big eyes were squinted, but still sparkling up at her.

When the volunteer came back to usher you out of the pen and back into your cage, she wanted to protest. But she couldn’t. She didn’t need a puppy right now.

“Thank you for my toy, miss,” you said before picking it back up and reluctantly heading back to your cage. You curled up with your toy in your arms, resting your head on the plush material. She smiled softly before finally leaving the store.

Over the next few days, she couldn’t get her mind off of you. She had tried to go to the club, spend time with her friends, read, watch television, anything to get her out of her slump. But nothing had successfully made her feel as alive as the few minutes she spent with you. She thought of your laugh, your smile, the way your little ears flopped around. It would be so easy to go back to the store and bring you home. She wouldn’t even need to get all the new things for you. Her friend Natasha had hybrids. She would have a cage, a leash, food bowls, everything she needed. Sure Wanda was a busy woman. She had to go to work several hours a day. But leaving you alone in the house would be so much better than leaving you in that cage for 23+ hours a day.

No. She didn’t need a puppy. Besides, you were so cute, someone had probably already taken you home. You probably already had a happy life without her. Maybe she would just go check. The pet store was on her way home anyway.

But when she stepped into the pet store and saw there was another hybrid in the cage she saw you in, she couldn’t bring herself to feel relief.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you out with anything today?”

She was torn from her thoughts by the same volunteer worker that she’d seen the day she met you. She stammered. “No. No sorry, I was just… looking for the little jack russell that was here a few days ago.”

“Oh, sorry,” the worker sighed regretfully. “The puppies from last week were sent back to the pound this morning. We’ve got all new ones this week. I can show you some of the new ones if you’d like. We just got this precious group of pomeranian hybrids if you wanted to-”

“The pound?!” Wanda gasped. She had thought you’d been adopted, and gone home with a nice family. She could hardly cope with that thought, much less you rotting away in a pound.

The worker was taken aback. “Uh… yeah. The one on Wabash Ave. We get all the puppies from there.”

Wanda searched up the address on her phone. She was in her car headed in your direction before she could even fully process her decision.

The worker at the pound brought her back to see you, curled up in a small cage close to the ground. You were crying, curled up against the back wall, facing away from her. She got down on her knees so she could see you better. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

You didn’t turn to face her, too upset from how the rest of your day had gone. You didn’t want to talk to anyone ever again. “The mean man tooked my squeaky toy away…” you cried in a quiet voice.

Wanda frowned. “Oh no, baby. I’m so sorry. I bet it was a very beautiful toy.”

“It was!” you cried. “The most prettiest lady gaved it to me. She was so nice and she made me laughed and I loveded her!”

“Oh angel…” Wanda smiled. She reached her hand through the bar of the cage and rubbed your back. “I loved being with you too.”

You finally turned around, lifting your head to face her. She watched as the realization slowly came over your face. Your tail slowly started to wag, clanging against the metal of your cage. You crawled towards the front to the cage, wrapping your paws around the bars and looking up at her with hopeful eyes. “You camed back for me?”

“I did, baby,” she cooed, scratching you under the chin. “I should’ve never left in the first place.” She turned to the worker, who bent over and unlocked the door.

You hesitantly crawled out towards her. She pulled you into her lap and wiped away your tears. “Are you gonna take me home with you?”

She nodded. “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna take you home with me. We’re gonna go get you clothes, and a bed, and all the squeaky toys in the world.”

You rubbed yourself against her, wrapping yourself around her waist. “For real life?”

She giggled. “For real life.”

She picked you up, squaring away everything with the worker and filling out all the paperwork to take you home. You were a very excited, squirmy puppy when she tried to buckle you into the car. She made a mental note that you would need a harness from the pet store.

You seemed to always want her to be carrying you. She had a hard time even getting you into the cart at the pet store. Luckily, with lots of scratches, kisses, and reassurance, she was able to get you settled enough to get the shopping done.

All of her previous notions of using Natasha second hand stuff went out the window the second she saw your wide eyes try to take in all the accessories. You deserved all the new things that she picked out, special for you. You got to pick out your leash and harness, a nice new bed, your favorite collar, and, of course, plenty of toys, including a new version of the squeaky toy she’d bought when she first met you. How could she even dream of cutting corners when you curled up in the bed, still in the cart, wrapped around your stuffie. You were too precious.

Getting you home was less difficult, as you were now too tired to squirm. She rubbed your cheek as you fell asleep in your seat. “Sweet baby. All tuckered out after such an exciting day.”

She gathered you up in her arms to bring you inside. Tomorrow you would need to sniff every corner of the house to find your favorite, learn how bad the traction is between your paws and the hardwood, and rub yourself up against every fabric surface you could find. But for tonight, you were content to let Wanda carry you upstairs and lay you down in bed.

“This has been the bestest day of my whole entire life,” you yawned sleepily, nuzzling her chest. “And you're my favoritest person in the whole entire universe.”

Wanda smiled. There was something so innocent about your freely given love and devotion to a woman you’d just met. Then again, she couldn’t deny that she was also feeling an irrationally strong connection to you too. “That’s wild because you’re my favoritest puppy in the universe,” she giggled, tapping your nose.

You sneezed, making her giggle even harder. “I love you, miss… what do I call you again?”

She cradled you under her chin. “You can just call me your mama.”

“I love you, miss mama. Goodnight.”

She giggled. “Goodnight my little sugarplum. I love you too.”

Puppy collection

[donteverblameash]

Well don't threaten me with a good time.

shall I? SHALL. I.

[wandaslovey]

mommy is mommying~

picturing her on this call and you’re hidden from the camera, your head on her lap while she soothingly strokes your hair and cheeks

[mmywanda]

Sub Milf Wanda interviewing for her first job since before the twins, and you who’s been psyching her up for it because she’s so nervous!

She’d definitely fidget, lots of hand movements and her accent would come out strong. And after you’d make sure to show her just how fantastic she did.

[d-z20]

Also adding these five to the rotation

not to sound like a slut but i'd let them take turns with me. like back to back. before i can catch my breath. all.night.long

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Wanda: Agatha asked me if she could move in.

Y/N: With Rio?

Wanda: No, she’s selling Rio with the house.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Desperate humping with Mommy Wanda send tweet

Her thigh slotted between yours as you raise your knee to reciprocate. Her full weight on you as you lie in bed, your head on the pillow. Her arms cradling your head as she kisses you and pants into your mouth. Your arms wrapped around her waist for leverage as you hump up into her thigh, desperation filling the room while you both get off on each other's whimpers and moans. Wanda murmuring about how you're such an eager little slut, and such a good girl for her while she grinds her hips down, pinning you to the mattress. ♡

[fangirlmermaid]

Once Your mine

Summary: Someone from your past kept their promise

Pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

warning: kidnapping, bondage, breeding, breeding kink? Dark!Wanda, sexual content mentioned, spelling and punctuation mistakes.

author notes: I'm thinking about writing a part 2, so let me know if you guys are down for one. This is also kinda long. lightly proofread

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Wanda had to leave you behind. She was afraid she would hurt you with her new power But she promises she will come back for you, so the two of you can live the life you always talk about.

You were in the Hex, and your role was the sarcastic babysitter of Billy and Tommy. Once Wanda and Vision started fighting, you started showing up more, taking care of her and the boys.

Wanda grew closer to you…became more protective. She was gentle with you. The pain she shared only lighten up with you.

One night Vision stormed out, Wanda drunk dialed you and of course, having control over you you came running to her. After you put the boys to bed and thanks to that sitcom cliche you and Wanda hooked up.

A night you still think about. Not that you would tell anyone that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes looked around the unfamiliar room.

What the?

The last thing you remember was watching a bad reality show and drinking wine. Trying to unwind from a stressful day at work.

You tried to get up from the bed but found it difficult to. You noticed silk ropes that tied your feet to the bars at the end of the bed. You were handcuffed to the headboard bars. The handcuff was fuzzy, clearly whoever kidnapped you didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or harmed by the restraints. 

You lifted your head to look out the window hoping to see someone but you don’t see anyone. All you saw was trees. 

You began to tug against your restraints, panic ran through your whole body as you heard footsteps getting closer. A weak whimper escaped from your lips when nothing would come undone.

The door creaked open, you shoved your face into your arm. Your heart felt like a jackhammer against your chest.

“Hello, Detka,” a familiar voice said

Your blood ran cold

You turned your head and you found Wanda standing in the door frame. She was smiling at you softly, her eyes full of love.

The memories of being a prisoner of her hex flashed in your mind. How scared you felt, how powerless you were.

“No, no princessa. Happy thoughts,” Wanda ordered in a soft tone as she walked towards you. Wanda's hand glowed red, and with the swish of her wrist, she brought you back to that night with Wanda.

You remembered how gentle she was with you as if you would break under her touch. Her delicate kisses all over your hot skin, the way her soft hands played with your hard nipples, the way her tongue would feel against your folds. The sight of Wanda with your cum dripping from her chin, the hunger in her eyes. 

“I’ve missed you” Wanda smiled her fingers brushing through your hair, and you tried to pull away from her touch. Wanda placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Welcome home, Detka” Wanda mumbled brushing your hair behind your ear. Your wide eyes looked at Wanda, What?! You fought harder against your restraints you had to get out of here.

You were on the verge of tears, Wanda made you face her, she petted your cheeks “Shhhh, Detka. You’re safe” she assured. The tears ran down “P-please Wanda. L-let me go” You begged.

“After I bring them back, we’ll have the life we’ve always talked about” Wanda mumbled. Back in the hex you and Wanda would always talk about her leaving Vision, and moving into a cottage in the middle of the woods with the boys…with you. It made your heart flutter but it had to be because you were under her control, right?

“W-what do you mean?” You wondered, you squirmed when Wanda pulled your boxer shorts down to your hip. Wanda rested her hand just below your spaghetti crop top “I’m bringing our boys back” Wanda explained rubbing your stomach, you knit your eyebrows together.

How? Her boys were a part of her imagination. They weren’t real.

Wanda pinched your hip hard making you yelp “They were real Detka” Wanda grumbled her dark eyes glaring at you, the fear in your eyes made Wanda's soft smile return “They’re out there, I feel it” Wanda softly spoke.

Wanda placed a delicate kiss on your forehead “Don’t worry…you’ll do a great job carrying them, Princessa” Wanda assured placing her forehead against yours. It felt like all the air was sucked out of your lungs, and you started to squirm “I know you're scared, but I promise I will be there for you every step of the way” Wanda promised. The darkhold appeared in front of her “N-No! P-please Wanda p-please!” You begged tears running down your cheeks.

Wanda used her powers just to calm you down basically to the point were you were on the verge of sleep. For the spell to work she needed you calm and relaxed, she feels horrible that she had to use her powers on you; she promised herself that she wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, Ditka. It’ll be over soon. It won’t be painful,” Wanda assured, your body was too heavy to move. You don’t know if it was her powers making you nod or your delirious state.

Wanda’s eyes glowed red, one hand spun her red orb around your stomach while her other hand dragged her red orb from the ceiling to your stomach two times…for the twins. Wanda smiled when two babies glowed red in your stomach.

At first, it didn’t hurt, then Wanda threw her hands up and your stomach started to grow. You threw your head back groaning in pain; it felt like intense period cramps. Your knuckles turned white from gripping the bars too tightly, your eyes darted down making you gasp; your stomach was huge. The pregnancy problems have already begun to set in.

Your back was hurting.

Your boobs were sensitive and big.

Your pelvic bone was screaming.

And you were craving the strangest things.

To the normal eye you looked about five months pregnant and you thought that would be enough to make Wanda happy but it wasn’t. Wanda grew needy and impatience, she wanted to see how much of a good girl you would be, how far you would let her grow her children inside of you. Far enough that your water would break right now?

Your stomach felt so tight “Wanda p-please…t-t-t-to ti-ight” softly pleaded closing your eyes, Wanda stopped. Wanda brushed the bead of sweat off your forehead “You did so well, my love. You’re my good girl aren’t you?” Wanda mumbled before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, your back arched off the bed when she called you a good girl must’ve been some side effect from the hex.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt movement, you looked down and gasped at the sight of your nine-month pregnant belly. You start to squirm when your stomach starts to move again, Wanda lightly chuckled at you before moving her attention towards your stomach. Wanda placed a hand on your stomach and the movement stopped “Look they remember me” Wanda grinned glancing at you, It’s crazy how is this even possible?

Wanda was an inch away from the bump; you tried to move it away but the thing was too fucking heavy and Wanda’s calming spell still had a hold on you. Wanda pressed a feather-like kiss on your stomach “Welcome home Billy and Tommy” Wanda whispered before placing another kiss.

Wanda sat at the foot of the bed just admiring you…how fucking beautiful you look carrying her boys. Seeing you with a bump and knowing that she was responsible for that. It made her want to breed you forever, if you’ll let her “You look fucking gorgeous carrying my children. Maybe I should breed you more often” Wanda smirked her dark eyes gazing at your sleepy figure. Tears ran down your cheeks “P-please Wanda” you whispered on repeat.

Wanda stood up, placed a blanket on you before she walked towards the door “Get some sleep Detka. I’ll make you some food when you wake up. It can be anything you want…I love you” Wanda blew three kisses before closing the door behind her.

You gasped as you felt the boys move in your stomach again, and you began to sob uncontrollably “P-please someone h-help me. A-anybody ple-ease” your voice weakly spoke not even a mouse could hear you.

You lay there crying your heart out.