#wanda maximoff x reader fluff

[abbyromanoff]

Saw you open your request for a day so can I have mommywanda dry humping femreader?

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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 662

WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, mommy (W), leashes, pet play, collars, overstimulation, edging, tribbing,

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“C’mon, baby, give me one more.” The leash tugged at your neck, the woman on the other side smirking as she moaned, giggling at the response she was met with. Your cheeks were red, almost as dark as her hair. Your mouth held a small dribble of drool and your hands gripped onto her thighs hesitantly, only letting you release a sigh of relief when she didn’t push you off. The coil in your stomach burned as you watched your girlfriend, her clit rubbing against your nipple as she rode your perky breasts.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You’ve practically been begging me with those- those doe eyes, and that…fuckable fucking face.” She groaned out, gripping the headboard behind you with a strength that made you whimper.

“Oh, you like that? Yeah? Does my little puppy like being a good pet and making Mommy happy?” You nodded, sniffling quietly. She used her thumb to wipe the tears away, the leather of the leash teasing your skin in a taunting manner.

“Does Mommy taste good, hm? Mhm, such a good slut for me.” Her panties restricted your speech, causing you to lose all sense as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She didn’t care, she preferred you like this, that way she could have complete control over your mind and body.

“Mhm,” You mumbled, but you both knew that even if you had the ability to speak, you’d continue to struggle forming a true, thought-out sentence.

Her chest heaved in pleasure, her pants coming out quickly as each thrust of her hips brought further pressure on the growing release her body begged to let out. She suddenly rose, bringing herself to straddle either side of your shoulders and settling her bare cunt on your face. You expected her to remove the article of clothing from your pained jaw, but she left it.

Her movements began once again, your nose becoming a pulse point as she humped tiredly. Her head lolled back, a grin making its way to her face as she licked her lips.

“I bet you wish you could fuck Mommy, don’t you?” Her words came slowed, her stutter evident as she struggled to remain domineering. When you nodded once again, it brought a new wave of arousal to her. Her puddle of wetness soaked your face, and anyone from miles away would be able to hear the gutterful moans and the juices from her sopping heat. It was unbearable, yet she had continued this until now when she was reaching the peak of her fifth orgasm. You were lacked any, but she didn’t care. She was selfish, greedy even. But you loved it, you loved every bit of it.

“You ready for my cum? Shit, I’m so fucking close! Ugh, just like that!” She practically yelled, and you felt waves of her liquids spraying your face, and you quickly had to squeeze your legs in order to prevent your lowering hand. She tugged your leash harshly, and shook as your nose dug deeper into her hole, then ran against her hardened bud, and then repeated.

Her hold on the headboard loosened, and she led her palm to her breasts that cried for attention. You watched with hooded eyes, smiling to yourself as you admired her beauty. You held such gratitude for being able to see her in this glory, and you were only happier to know you were the only one to do so.

“I love you, little puppy. Mommy loves you so much, that will never stop.” You grinned, coughing slightly as she removed the slick-covered panties from your mouth. Your jaw relaxed, and it felt like relief coursed through you

“I love you too, Mommy. Can- can I cum now…please?” She chuckled, shaking her head as if you were absurd. You didn’t believe you were, but now you felt as though that was changing.

“Oh, puppy, who said I was done?”

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘

the mother of the kids you babysit is sinfully hot, and she happens to be going through a messy divorce, so, of course, you're gonna do what you can to help out.

🌸 pairing: milf!pregnant!wanda x top!babysitter!gn!reader

🌸 cont: almost smut (18+), major age gap, teasing, flirting, what kind of oneshot would this be if i didn't add love to the lust, pregnancy kink kinda, or just a thing for hot moms in general

🌸 word count: 1.9k

🌸 note: i know i'm supposed to be on break... scold me after

To say you had an unhealthy obsession with the mother of the kids you babysat would be an understatement.

Understated by such a far amount that it dug beyond the trenches of the center of the universe.

Because you were utterly, filthily, encompassingly, sinfully, and completely enthralled by the mere thought of Wanda Maximoff.

She was leaning over the kitchen counter, low-cut shirt emboldening the tantalising cleavage she had, speaking to her kids in that sexy motherly tone that drove you wild.

“Mommy’s gonna be cheering you boys on for your football game tomorrow, alright?”

Wanda was every one of your wet dreams embodied as a breathtaking woman, so utterly gorgeous beyond dictionaried words that you nearly fell to your knees in the presence of her beauty the first time you saw her. 

Especially now, that she was pregnant with her third child.

It took every cell of your willpower to not start drooling when you laid your eyes on her these days: with her glowing features that had aged like fine wine, or her rounded and full breasts, so tight against the seams of her shirt, or her big belly you just longed to caress. 

Sometimes you’d think Wanda felt the same for you.

All the times she would ‘accidentally’ brush her ass against your crotch area when squeezing through a narrow gap, pressing into you for a moment too long to be considered accidental. 

Or the times she would complain to you about her messy divorce with Vision, lamenting about her lawyers and social workers and saying that you were the only one that could calm her down. 

But the two of you were worlds apart, because she paid you to be the babysitter for her kids. That was what was holding you back, from bending her over the kitchen counter every time she brushed passed you with that ass.

“Y/N?” 

Wanda’s sweet voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look up guiltily at having been caught staring. When you come to your senses, you’ve realized that the boys have already left for school that day. 

The mother tilts her head to the side with a little grin, and your heart does a flip. “What’re you thinking about that’s got you so distracted, hm?” she asks, propping her head up with a hand while resting her elbow on the counter. 

You clear your throat awkwardly, pushing in some chairs to busy your hands. “Uni stuff,” you reply, the lie slipping through your lips surprisingly easily. “It’s quite stressful, with exam season ‘round the corner.” 

It wasn’t a secret that you were nearly twenty years younger than Wanda, but it made your little forbidden crush all the more thrilling. The way you would take time out of your weekends to spend time with Wanda and the kids, disregarding party invites and forgoing study time. It was probably not a good move, but your horniness seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Mhm, uni was a lifetime ago for me,” Wanda reminisces, lifting her arms up to stretch. Your eyes are shamefully glued to the curve of her belly as her shirt rides up. “You’re so mature for your age, though, Y/N. Wish you were around during my time.” 

“What?” you nearly choke on your words, unsure if you had interpreted her correctly. It was too good to be true – Wanda had never been this forward.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t sell yourself short,” the mother says easily, smiling brightly as if she wasn’t the cause of your burning arousal. “Captain of the football team, eh? You can also cook, clean, fix cars, do gardening, and fix sinks. And you’re good with kids! I bet you have all the girls in uni chasing after you.”

Wanda’s surge of compliments does wonders for your ego, but the only thing you genuinely care about was your availability for her. You’ve had girls in your level lust after you, sure, but Wanda was a secret solace that was different from them all.

“Maybe,” you say cryptically, failing to hide a smirk at the look that washes over Wanda’s face. 

“Do you? Someone from school?” Wanda asks, the teasing lilt in her voice dissipating almost immediately, instead being replaced with something akin to jealousy.

Fuck, you wanted her so bad.

“Hmm, sure,” you tease, liking this cat-and-mouse game you were playing. “She looks a bit like you.”

Wanda can’t seem to keep the annoyance off her face, and it’s adorably funny. And kind of hot, too. “That’s nice. Are you dating her?” 

You laugh, walking up to Wanda to help her with the dishes she was currently unpacking from the dryer. “Nah. Sometimes I think she wants me, but I also think she’s way outta my league.”

‘Way outta my league’ my ass, more like ‘way outta my appropriate age group.’

As Wanda watches you pick up a glass bowl, she feels a surge of emotion well up from inside that causes her to tear up.

Of course, she would never have you, it was just silly to want her babysitter. You had so many younger, fitter, eligible partners, all waiting to have you. Young pretty girls who had problems with the colour of their lipstick, not problems with pregnancy and divorce lawyers and shitty husbands.

When you look back to see Wanda’s state of tears, worry taints your features instantaneously. “My emotions are all over the place because of the pregnancy,” Wanda says between shaky breaths. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

In wordless acknowledgement, you put down the dishes and sweep Wanda off her feet. You lift her from under her back and thighs, firm hands steadying her as you walk up the stairs. Wanda looks up at you, feeling so utterly vulnerable all of a sudden, but you send her a warm smile that simultaneously calms her down and awakes butterflies in her stomach.

She takes the time to brush her hands over your arms, then your neck. You were so strong, so calming, everything she had ever needed. Now, the feeling of your hands so close to where she’d imagined you so many times was a good distraction.

When you reach the bedroom, you move the pillows and set her down gently, all with her arms wrapped around your neck. With a striking realisation, Wanda knows that she’s never felt this safe with anyone ever, so warm and so inviting, and she never wanted to let you go.

You leave for a while to get some things, and reappear in Wanda’s bedroom with a glass of warm water and some painkillers. There are chocolates in the mix, the peanut butter kind that soothes Wanda down immensely.

“You’re too good for me,” Wanda says breathily, the sheen of sweat that had covered her forehead now being tenderly wiped away by you. You shrug plainly. You just wanted to provide for her, take care of her and her kids and all her sexual needs. treat Wanda like the queen she was, nothing at all like the bags of garbage that was her husband.

Before you know it, you lean down to press a kiss against Wanda’s warm forehead in an act of affection. The moment is sweet, and soft, so much like what you’d imagined.

Wanda freezes up for a moment, and you do the same. “Sorry,” you choke out, moving back quickly, but the older woman was quick to grip your forearm and prevent you from escaping.

“Stay.”

Your breath stills in your throat, eyes wide. You’re hovering over Wanda from the side of the bed, while the woman lays down just inches away from you. Her hair is splayed across the pillows, her pupils are blown, and her lips are so close to yours. So, so close.

Time slows down as you tilt your head to meet her lips, chasing that forbidden little paradise you’d been seeking for months. You instinctively place a hand on the swell of her belly, and Wanda shudders at your touch.

She places a hand on the side of your face, fingers skating over your cheekbones, and the electricity that runs through your blood makes you feel more alive than you’d ever been. 

You can feel her warm breath on your lips, tantalising.

You can see her closed eyelids, anticipating.

You can taste that forbidden paradise, addicting.

But the moment is broken like shattered glass when the sound of the doorbell resounds around the house.

“Fuck,” Wanda whispers, jumping into action, scrambling to pull herself together. “It’s my husband. He was gonna come today to collect his shit.” You back away from her, face burning in embarrassment at how excited and desperate you’d been.

“Sorry,” you say awkwardly, watching her check her reflection in the bedroom mirror. “I’ll go now. I won’t bother you anymore.” The sound of keys unlocking the door has you resigning to your fate.

Wanda whips her head around in record time. Only then does she notice your downcast gaze. “Baby,” she croons, coming up to you to cradle your face in her hands. “You know it’s not like that.”

You let out an incoherent grumble, but Wanda cuts you off by pressing her lips against yours in a quick fashion, far too quick for your liking. Nonetheless, you’re left reeling and heart pounding, staring at the older woman wide-eyed.

“I’m divorcing him,” Wanda continues, briskly walking towards the door like she hadn’t just turned your life upside down. “After that, you can have me all to yourself–”

Before Wanda knows what hit her, she’s being pushed against the wall with your lips on hers. You’re quick, and rough, like you’d die without the taste of her tongue. You slide a knee between her big thighs, relentless and stealing her every breath. Wanda moans against you, hands helplessly pinned against the door, her heart beating all too quick.

“Wanda? You there?” A not-so-distant voice calls, then footsteps are heard trudging up the stairs. Spurred on by the movement, you possessively slip a hand up Wanda’s shirt, sliding over her pregnant belly and then to her big breasts, squeezing it in your palm.

“F-fuck,” the mom whimpers, dizzied with your undying fervour. She can feel the wetness in her panties pool, hormones dancing all over the place, her brain screaming at her to let her fuck you right up against the wall and make her cum in front of her husband.

“Tomorrow,” Wanda whispers, as the footsteps edge closer and closer. You pull away, just like that, your hands smoothing over her shirt and resting unnecessarily long on her hardened buds.

Wanda almost laughs in disbelief at your incredible boldness, but after a few seconds the door clicks open and she freezes. 

“What’re you doing?” Vision asks suspiciously, emerging from behind the doorway like a figment of her worst dreams.

Wanda turns her head to look at you, for you’d been standing right there just a moment ago. Now, all that’s left is an empty room, a window wide open, and the howling wind.

“Nothing much,” Wanda replies, turning to Vision with a cryptic smile. “Other than moving on from you, obviously.”

Just two floors down, you’re getting onto your skateboard and whizzing away from the house with your legs shaking in adrenaline. Your blood is pumping and your hands are numb, but this little fantasy of yours leaves your heart soaring higher than it ever had before.

i was too lazy to add the taglist, sorry yall. anyways come and yell at me in my asks rn

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[stevenssacrab]

Green Is Your Color

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Summary: Dressed in green lingerie you have one mission, make Wanda beg.

Rating: 18+ smut (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Dry humping, swearing, nipple play, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), sex toys (vibrator, dildo), orgasm denial, bratty Wanda, dom reader, squirting.

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: 2.7k?! Sheeesh never thought I'd do it, Wanda is my weakness ladies and germs, hope y'all enjoy!

⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ✧ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ*

"You're total today is $60 even," spoke the cashier at Victoria's Secret; you visibly cringed; you usually wouldn't spend this much on an item, but you wanted to surprise Wanda with something a little sexy; you paid with a smile, you can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees you in it. You open your door, anxiety creeping within you. Wanda should be home in a little while, just enough time to shower and dress; the entire shower, your nerves were getting the best of you.

"What if she doesn't like it?" you questioned internally, styling your hair in voluminous, bouncy curls; you sighed anxiously, blending the eyeshadow carefully. You were aiming for sultry bedroom eyes, something that would lure Wanda and turn her into putty before your very eyes; she's always taken the more dominant role in the bedroom. Tonight, your goal was to get her to beg for it, a challenging mission, you know that, and still, you had hope; you had a couple of tricks up your sleeve to achieve your goal; slowly, you massage your vanilla-scented lotion into your skin, sighing contently, inhaling the scent, vanilla always reminded you of your first date with Wanda and how nervous you were, and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the way your heart skipped a beat when you saw her for the first time, you've always known that Wanda was beautiful, she handled everything with grace, a force to be reckoned with, part of you was scared that you weren't going to be enough for her, in your opinion you were nothing special just, like every other average human. Still, she never made you feel that way, not even for a second.

You slipped into a mid-thigh length dark green silk dress with high slits that stopped at your waist, no panties, of course; you slipped on stilettos, and you ran your eyes over the whole ensemble one last time; you folded over, fluff up your roots for more volume, spray yourself with your vanilla bean perfume, and run your hands over the dress, smoothing out any imperfections, jingling of keys and dull footsteps fill your ears, "she's home" you uttered to yourself.

"Baby? Are you home?" concern layered in Wanda's voice; your bedroom door creaks open, "Baby?" she asks again.

"I'm here," you call out, trusting your nerves can't be heard through your voice, "I'll be right out, almost finished," quickly trying to straighten up the bathroom. You're stalling, but you don't care.

"Don't worry, baby, take your time," she voiced; you could practically hear the smile on her face; you sighed and attempted to shake off your nerves.

"She's gonna love it, she loves you, it'll be great," you chanted to yourself like a mantra and reached for the door handle and pulled before you could second guess yourself; your eyes land on Wanda sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling through her phone, she hasn't noticed you yet, you step forward.

"Hey baby, did you-" Wanda speaks, flicking her head to look at you; she met your eyes first, then flicked down; she widens her eyes slightly, raking her eyes over you slowly, observing and trying to memorize every detail, from the black stilettos that you know she loves, to the sexy eye makeup that puts her in a trance, hypnotized by the way the high slits elongates your legs, watching you intently, chin low, eyes hooded. You walk closer, one foot in front of the other, hips swaying with each step; you stop directly in front of Wanda, gently placing your hands on her shoulders; you smile down at her. Wanda breathes through her mouth, tongue dancing along her bottom lip; you slowly climb into Wanda's lap and groan softly when Wanda's hands grip your waist, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

"Mmm, you look so good," Wanda groaned in between feverous kisses, moving her lips to your neck, sucking dark circles into your skin; you moaned softly, tilting your head back, "What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, nibbling gently at the skin; you squeak happily, caressing the back of her head.

"Nothing, I just wanted to surprise you," you spoke breathlessly, lightly grinding your bare pussy against the rough fabric of Wanda's jeans, "do you like it?" you hummed, running your hands under Wanda's jacket, sliding it off.

"You should surprise me more often," she teased, gliding her hands under the dress and squeezing your ass, helping you grind into her slowly; you grip her shoulders, shamelessly grinding into her; Wanda gently traces her fingers up your arm; stopping at the straps of the dress and pulls them down over your shoulders, exposing your tits to the cold air, Wanda doesn't miss how you shiver, she cups them massaging them roughly she brings her head down, flicking her tongue over the bud, you whimper, watching opened mouth, she grins and captures your bud, sucking gently, she looks up at you innocently, you groan, rutting against her quickly you feel your orgasm building up, Wanda moans around your nipple, rolling your free nipple between her fingers, you moan loudly, picking up speed, you're so close.

"Oh god, I'm so close," you plead, eyes screwed shut, rubbing your clit against the denim; Wanda lightly nibbles your nipple, sending you over the edge; you cum hard, hips bucking wildly into her, digging your nails into Wanda's shoulders, when you open your eyes Wanda is looking at you with dark, hungry eyes, if looks could kill you'd be long gone, you gently push her back to the bed, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, you climbed off her, your dress hanging on by your hips, you sit on the floor, resting on your heels, you unbutton Wanda's pants and lean forward to pull the zipper down with your teeth, looking up to her innocently, Wanda rest on her elbows, watching you closely, licking her lips slowly, you smile up at her mischievously, lazily dragging her pants down, littering kisses all the way down her legs, you slide your hands up her legs to her clothed pussy, you can already see a wet spot, you find her clit even with her panties on and slowly rub circles, watching Wanda's reaction, she sighs contently, giving herself over to you, you lick a hard stripe up her pussy, Wanda groans frustrated, shes over the barrier muffling the sensations, you smile and move her panties to the side exposing her swollen bud, you lean forward and blow cool air onto her wet pussy, Wanda groans, annoyed you won't give her what she wants, you press your tongue against her clit, gently kitten licking, still not delivering fully, she bucks her hips in search for more pressure but you pull back.

"Uh uh," you say with a smirk, slowly leaning back in and licking harder than before. She groans loudly, throwing her head back; she bucks her hips up shamelessly; you grip her hips and hold her still.

"We do this my way, or we don't do this at all," you say confidently, rubbing circles into her skin; she looks up at you in disbelief, under the impression that she would lead like always; she lets out a disgruntled groan and falls back onto the bed in defeat, you kiss her pussy "good girl, behave and maybe I'll let you cum on my tongue" you spoke, your lips capture her clit gently and suck, not nearly enough for her to cum, but enough for her to feel good, Wanda obediently holds her hips still, taking heed of your warning, you reward her good behavior with a particularly hard suckle, she gasps and closes her legs around your head, you moan, satisfied and pry her legs open, still suckling roughly, Wanda buries her hand in your hair and bucks her hips onto your tongue, you groan disapprovingly and smack her hand away, "don't make me tie you down," you say darkly, slapping her sensitive clit lightly, she whimpered loudly.

"I'll behave," she said agitatedly; you hook your fingers in her underwear and pull them down; she picks her feet up onto the bed, opening her legs, displaying her wet pussy for your eyes only; you lick your lips slowly and attach your lips to her clit, sucking roughly, running your teeth along her clit gently, she moans and quivers, trying her absolute hardest to hold still, you look up at her, she has her eyes tightly closed, fists clenched, knuckles turning white, you almost feel bad, she's trying so hard to behave, you reward her by sliding your finger inside, pumping slowly, you groan, it was so easy pushing in, not a hint of resistance, you curl your finger in search for that bundle of nerves, a moan rips from Wanda’s throat, her legs shake violently, you found the spot, you slowly pump your finger hitting it each time, Wanda is a quivering mess at your mercy and she wouldn’t have it any other way, arching her back, she speaks.

“Ugh, fuck, just like that,” Wanda barks through gritted teeth; grinding down onto your finger; the way her walls spasm around your finger, you can tell she's close; suddenly, you cease all movement and watch Wanda greedily try to fuck herself; Wanda moans frustratedly; you smile and reach under the bed and pull out a pink vibrator, Wanda’s face drops, she's in for it, and she knows it, your face twist in an evil grin and climb on the bed, seating yourself next to her, you flick on the toy and part her pussy lips and press the toy directly on her clit, Wanda cries out loudly; she grips your thigh tightly, looking at you, pleading without saying a word, you set the toy higher, she moans, digging her fingernails into your thigh.

"Fuck, don't stop," she pleads; you knew she would have a firm resolve; you had hoped that she crack by now, you set the toy even higher, and Wanda opens her mouth in a silent scream, determined to get her to break, you slide three fingers inside, curling your fingers expertly, hitting that sweet spot you know drives her crazy, she lets out a scream so loud you're sure she's going to lose her voice, bucking her hips, fucking herself onto your fingers, " mmm so close, I'm gonna cum," she grips the sheets braces for impact. Still, you lift the toy and pull your fingers out; Wanda growls loudly, "What the fuck?!" she booms, looking at you angrily.

"Just say the magic word," you tease; she knits her brows, confused for only a second, and then her face twists mischievously.

"No, make me," she bites back, smirking smugly.

"With pleasure," cockiness dripping off your voice, setting the toy to its highest, pressing it to her clit brutally, "OH!" she moans deafeningly, arching her back off the mattress; you sneer, rubbing the toy in circles; moans pouring out of her, she watches you abuse her clit cruelly, "fuck, so close," she squeals, you push in 2 fingers aiming straight for the g-spot, forcing her to the edge, viciously, you want her as close as possible so you can deny her, Wanda's moans growing louder and louder, blatantly grinding against the toy desperate to cum, and right when she's about to go over the edge, you pull away, smirking when she throws her head back against the mattress.

"Give up?" you asked, raising your brow. Wanda scoffs, "Never, do your worst," she hisses back.

"Suit yourself," you snarl, pulling out an 8-inch dildo. Wanda's face drops; she looks at you, panicked, her eyes flicking between you and the dildo, shaking her head slightly, "What happened? Cat got your tongue?" you asked egotistically, crawling like a predator stalking their prey; you set the toy to low and apply light pressure to her abused clit, Wanda sighs contently, closing her eyes blissfully, unsatisfied with her peace of mind, you slowly slide the tip of the dildo in, Wanda's eyes snap open, you smile and push the toy in deeper, Wanda groans, the stretch stings deliciously, you both moan as you bottom out, Wanda's chest rises and falls steadily, fully engrossed in all the sensations you're providing her, setting the vibrator higher Wanda reacts instantly, gripping the bedsheets, massaging her tits over her shirt, she mewls lifting her hips off the mattress, that familiar coil tightening, you pick up the pace, fucking her pussy quickly, she frustratedly rips her shirt off and pulls her bra down, exposing her tits, she's desperately pinching at her nipples, lips trapped between her teeth, you angle the toy, masterfully hit her spot, she moans loudly, clenching around the dildo, not slowing down, you ask.

"Ready to beg?" fucking her senselessly, Wanda cries out; she tries to answer, but every time she opens her mouth, you thrust the toy, and all that comes out is grunts and groans of pleasure; you set the toy higher and said "answer me," Wanda whimpers loudly, she's been dancing along the edge for so long, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, "no," she hissed defiantly through clenched teeth, "oh?" you questioned, setting the toy to the highest level, Wanda screams, thrashing about, you stop, "ready now?" you teased, "no," Wanda repeated, you turn the toy back on and fuck her ruthlessly, Wanda sobs loudly, tears in her eyes, she looks at you brows knitted together, "I'm-" she squeaks out, "yes baby?" you ask mockingly, still, you keep thrusting into her pussy mercilessly, she opens her mouth and attempts to say something, but all that comes out is whimpers and whines, she pants and watches mouth ajar as the dick disappears in her, you stop, "ready?"

"N-no," she spoke, voice strained, fists clenched; you scoff, turn the toy back on and ram the dildo back in fucking her mind-numbingly fast; a sob rips through Wanda's throat, all she can do is lay there and take it all, she doesn't have the energy to move, "I- so close," Wanda pants out, you pull back, and Wanda whines loudly "no! please I, please let me cum, I’m sorry, please" Wanda pleaded, eyes filling with tears, her lip quivering, you lean down and kiss her forehead. "It's okay, baby," you whisper affectionately and turn the vibrator on high, "Yes!" Wanda moans loudly; as you pump the dick in and out savagely, Wanda is reduced to a blubbering mess, babbling nonsense; the mascara she had on is running down her cheeks; her mouth hangs open, whines and whimpers spilling out before she can stop them. "Please, I'm so close," she weeps, her face contorted in bliss, her body shaking violently. You change the angle of the toy, and Wanda whines loudly; she cums, mouth open in a silent scream, her vision going white, ringing in her ears, gripping the bedsheets so hard it's coming off the corners; you slowly fuck Wanda through it, ceasing when she whimpers in pain.

"Oh my god," Wanda breathes, scoffing in disbelief; she picks her head up, looking at you, smiling from ear to ear, "that was amazing; I loved it," she laughs, sitting up on her elbows, "green is definitely your color."

"I can tell; look at the mess you made," you chuckle, gesturing to the end of the mattress. Wanda looks at you like you have two heads before looking down; there's a big wet spot between her thighs. Wanda squirted, and she didn't even realize it; a deep shade of red crept along Wanda's cheeks and onto the tips of her ears; she hid her face in her hands, groaning loudly; she wanted the world to swallow her whole. She's so embarrassed; you chuckle lightly and gently grab Wanda's wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. Wanda looks up at you, humiliated.

"It's okay, baby, it's natural; I'm impressed I didn't know you could do that," you chuckled, pulling Wanda in for a tight hug, "I didn't know I could do that either; ugh, I'm so sorry," she said, hiding her face in her hands again.

"Don't even worry about it; I'm not mad or anything; we just change the sheets, and end of story," you said, rubbing her back reassuringly. Wanda lifted her head up.

"Are you sure?" she choked up, hiding her face in your neck and wrapping her arms around your torso, "I'm positive, baby, don't worry," you whispered against her forehead.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up."

[dawnoftime22]

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Series Summary : When you're stuck in a complete hole of confusion and hurt with the one you thought you loved most, a certain redhead finds her way into your life.

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Characters included : Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Goose, Lucky, Liho

Series Notes / Warnings : All characters are living normal lives. (AKA not as superheroes), includes cheating, lying, swearing, getting drunk, relationship problems, Wanda being sweet at first then to a slightly dislikeful character, slow moving series

Chapters :

Chapter 1, "my love, darling, sweetheart." W.M

Chapter 2, for you. W.M

Chapter 3, "be soft please, I love like the entire world is about to fall apart." W.M

Chapter 4, "...because it feels like it will." W.M

Chapter 5, "...and it just did." W.M

Chapter 6, make it okay.

Chapter 7, stranger. N.R

Chapter 8, small details. N.R

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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Your Love For Her

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count- 630 ish

Summary- You’ve never been good with words, so you find another way to tell Wanda how you feel about her.

Warnings- smut 18+ minors this is not a fic for you, thigh riding (r and w) soft smut ig.

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

Walking Wanda backwards until her back is up against a wall. Your hands trail all over her body, memorizing each and every dip and curve.

She doesn’t talk at first, too enamored with the feeling of your hands on her, the look in your eyes as you take her in.

You ghost your hand up her bare thigh, teasing her by trailing it just a little higher than the hem of her skirt.

She says your name, coming out in a breathy whisper. “Y/n”

You snap your eyes to hers, her green orbs desperate and drowning in arousal.

“You’re so pretty.” You say in a whisper, watching as a smile makes its way onto her face. You lean in to kiss her, slow and intentional.

You need her to know she means something to you, that you feel for her more than words can say.

You slot your thigh between hers, your lips tugging up at the corners as she slides her arms over your shoulders, pulling you into her, your lips hovering over hers.

You straddle her thigh, your soaked panties coming in contact with her bare leg, wanting to feel even closer to her, needing her to feel just how affected you are by her.

She pulls away from your lips, her voice soft as she mummers. “Your so wet.”

You can only nod in response before leaning in to press your lips against hers again. Your thigh lifts, putting pressure between her legs and she gasps, giving you access to slide your tongue into her mouth.

Wanda starts moving her hips against your thigh, grinding back and forth, keeping her mouth on yours.

Her arms cross behind your neck, keeping you in place against her as you start to move back and forth on her thigh. Both of you moan into each other’s mouths, the idea of getting off on each other, together, causing the heat in your stomachs to burn brighter.

Wanda tenses the muscle between your legs, drawing a whine from your lips. She pulls back for a moment, long enough for her to get a glimpse of your pleading gaze.

“Wanda.” You say, your voice pleading for her to understand.

“Oh, baby.” She says, leaning in to place a loving kiss on your cheek. She understands now.

You love her. You need her. She's your safe place, your home. The thought alone sets a wave of arousal shooting through her.

The pleasure between her legs is too much, the drag of her core over your leg pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m going to cum.” She moans, the sound dragging you right up next to her at the edge.

“Oh god, me too.” You moan, resting your forehead on hers as you both grind against each other, reaching your highs at the same time, both of you shaking and moaning, holding onto each other as if your survival and sanity depended upon it.

It takes you both a minute to come down from the high, breathing heavy and your body’s still entangled, the shared heat lulling you both into a sense of calm.

She shifts her leg beneath you, pulling it away from your dripping core and making you whine, your arms coming up to wrap around her. You need her to stay.

“Wanda-”

“Shh, baby. I just want us to move somewhere more comfortable.” She says gently and you nod your head, a sigh of relief leaving you.

“I’m not going anywhere, y/n.” She says more confidently not, moving herself to ensure you're looking her in the eye. “Not without you.”

You smile and lean into her, filled with nothing but happiness knowing she finally understands how feeling and not only that but she feels the same way.

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

A/n- enjoy this fic I banged out in 15 min cause I couldn’t get the thought out of my head.

[wandas-lunchbox]

so sick of you (chapter 3)

series summary: you and natasha have ended your relationship due to her cheating on you. it's been 5 years now. what happens when you bump into her at a bar on your birthday?

warnings: some swearing, but otherwise none

a/n: omg guys i’m acc so sorry this took 2 whole years to write. we’re gonna pretend that never happened…. you may end up having to wait another 5 years for the next chapter

finally i was on the plane. it felt like it took forever. it was an overnight flight which was good because i could finally get some sleep. wanda like the rich ass she is got us business class so we were pretty comfortable throughout the plane journey.

a couple hours had past and we were still mid air, wanda and i were sat next to eachother and in the chair next to me was a fairly pretty woman. ok i lied she was gorgeous. her hair was brunette with waves, she wore these black rimmed glasses and her lips looked so beautiful. i dont know why i noticed her lips but i guess i just did.

oh well.

i decided to get up and strech my legs for a bit, i felt some cramps in my legs so i needed to walk. wanda was snoring next to me while when harry met sally was playing in the background. i took a photo of her for evidence later. i walk up and head to the bathroom. it was occupied.

i stood there for a good whole 5 minutes till i heard faint moans coming from the bathroom. what the fuck. why are people having sex in an airplane bathroom, thats the most disgusting thing ever. they needed to hurry up bc a girls got to piss.

the beautiful brunette girl walks up to me, or well i guess to the bathroom. i admire her face.

“are people seriously having sex in an airplane bathroom”

i laugh and continue to look at her.

“honestly, like i understand doing it in your seat but the bathroom? seriously? thats the dirtiest place on the whole plane,” i said

“she laughs, are you headed to italy or is it a stop before another flight?” she asks

“yeah i’m going to italy, a friend actually planned this as a birthday trip, what about you?”

“oh, i live in italy, sorry let me rephrase i am italian and i used to live there, just visiting some family” she says

“oh nice, you’ll have to tell me some of the great places to go”

“of course!” she smiles at me

suddenly the bathroom door opens and a lady and a man walk out. both of them fixing their hair snd their clothes.

“after you,” the brunette says

“wait, i never ended up getting your name”

“we still have a whole 2 hours left of this flight, don’t worry you’ll figure it out” she laughs

i lock the door and began to do my buiness. i look at myself and i think i’ve seen death. my hair was a mess, and eye bags darker than ever.

i fixed it as a quick as possible before returning to my seat.

i smile at the girl before she goes in. when i sit at my seat i slap wanda a couple times trying to tell her what happened just now. she just slaps me back harder and starts snoring.

this girl could cause an avalanche with her snoring.

suddenly the girl returns to her seat and we continue to converse as if nothing had stopped us before.

we spoke as if we had known eachother forever. maybe we did?

the flight started to come to an end but our conversation definitely didn’t.

“you got a number or something?”

“yeah here let me type it for you.

i type in my number and write “your plain gf ;)” misspelling plane.

she laughs and points it out. “guess you’re a basic girlfriend then”

i look at her confused, only for her to show me i misspelled plane. i laugh and blush akwardly.

when the plane lands it takes forever for me to wake up wanda. this bitch just wouldn’t wake up.

after what felt like 3 trillion years, i get her up and we start to get ready to leave the plane.

we were in italy…

a/n: omg finally chapter 3 is out

lmk if you want to be added to the taglist making a new one

new year new me 😜

[acriminalmind]

The Housewife Killer

GN Serial Killer Reader x Housewife Wanda Maximoff

Summary: They call you the housewife killer as all of your victims are housewives, but your own sweet housewife has absolutely nothing to worry about...

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dark themed fic, murder, blood, slight torture (with a knife), death list, manipulation, fluff, soft (not very detailed) smut.

Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

AN: Should I post a sneak peek of Songs From the Wood?

Tears stream down her face as you drag the knife over her collarbone. Blood trickles down her body. Her breaths are shallow as she experiences gruesome pain. The white sleeping gown she had worn earlier that night had been torn off of her body and was, covered with various blood stains on it, thrown onto the concrete floor. The ropes around her wrists and ankles that kept her on the uncomfortable chair cut into her skin. Her voice had become raspy from all the screaming and begging she had done. Barely any sound came from it at this point, except from soft whimpering. She hadn't seen any danger when she had let you, her 'friendly' neighbor, inside.

One moment she walked to her kitchen to brew you some fresh coffee and the other moments you had her in a chokehold until she fell unconscious in your arms. You had dragged her to her basement where you took place on the washing machine, waiting for her to wake up so you could start your 'fun' time together. Another almost unhearable plea left her dry mouth. "Pleading won't make me stop, Honey. It will only make it more fun for me," You say as you cut into her arm. You made sure she wouldn't bleed out before you were done with her. She would die when you allowed her to. You circled around her like a predator would with a wounded prey, taking in your newest masterpiece. You twirled the blood-covered knife in your gloved hand before taking your stand behind her. She tensed as she felt your hand on her shoulder. The knife was pressed against her neck and as it slowly was pushed into her skin she cried with the last energy left in her weak body, "Y-you don't h-have to do this…" For a second you stopped your ministrations. You pulled the knife away from her neck and made your way around her. Kneeling down in front of her you grabbed her chin so she would look you in the eye when you talked to her. "That's where you are wrong, Geraldine. I do have to do this. She said your name." It was silent for a moment. The last sentence spins through her head. It was hard for her to think clearly, her eyes soon widened at the realization of who you were talking about. Who had said her name. "

Earlier that evening...

"Give me a name…" you whisper in her ear while you slowly thrust into her. With her arms and legs draped around you, Wanda holds your sweaty body tight against her own, not wanting to have any space between the two of you. She wants to feel your soft skin against her own while you make sweet love to her. Her head is thrown back into her pillow, with her eyes closed and mouth wide open while letting out the most beautiful noises. You kiss her neck, leaving multiple hickeys while patiently waiting for her answer. Different names go through Wanda's head. From Agatha who had 'accidentally' cut off her precious rosebushes, to Dottie who always gives her the worst book club tasks to take care of. Wanda felt herself getting closer as you move your hand in between your bodies to rub small circles on her clit. Her moans get louder with each second while your thrusts stay firm and steady. She knows you won't let her drop over the edge until she spills out a name. As she can feel her orgasm reach it hits her. Her eyes shoot open. Her green orbs stare at the ceiling while clawing your back as she says, "Geraldine". She can feel you smile against her neck before you say, "Good girl." You give her a few hard and coordinated thrusts until Wanda screams beneath you in euphoria. You help her ride out her orgasm before pulling out. Wanda lets out a soft whine at the loss of contact, but she knows that you'll be back in her arms soon, even if it's just for a short time before you take care of her 'problems'. You clean her up before taking your place beside her on the comfortable bed, pulling Wanda closer until she lays half on top of you. She can hear your rapid heartbeat as she plays with the wedding band on your left hand. "I love you," Wanda says half out of breath. You look down at her while playing with her red, curly hair. "I love you too, my love." Wanda wants to stay awake, she wants you to spend the night safe and sound in your shared bed. The moment she falls asleep she knows you'll leave. She knows she has nothing to worry about because you're always two steps ahead of the police and you always make sure to leave no trace behind that would lead them to you, but still. Before she can worry more sleep overtakes her and sends her on her way to dreamland. An hour later you silently leave the warm bed to get yourself ready to kill your next victim. Geraldine.

But not before you place a kiss on Wanda's lips with the silent promise that she has nothing to worry about.

"Wanda… It's all about Wanda…" A creepy grin overtakes your features as you watch her process the revelation. "She deserves a peaceful and happy life after everything she's been through. You don't bring peace or happiness so you need to go." Letting go of her face you get on your feet and walk back to stand behind her, placing the knife on her throat, "Bye-bye, Geraldine…". With one swift motion, you cut through her artery. Blood spurts out of her neck, decorating her wall. You make sure not to get any stray drops on you. After cleaning every piece of evidence that could lead the cops to you up, you look back at the pale body that stared back at you with dead eyes one more time before leaving the crime scene to go back home where your own little housewife was still peacefully asleep.

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The next morning Wanda wakes up and smiles as she feels your muscular arms around her waist. She looks at the time and sees she has an hour left before book club starts. She rolls her eyes at the thought of Dottie complaining to her about how she could have done a better job at doing her tasks. Thankfully, soon that will be over... The corners of her mouth go up, forming a sinister smile as she thinks about the horrendous fate you will give Dottie. She carefully turns around so she faces your sleeping form. As she strokes your hair, red strings of magic leave her fingers to go into your mind.

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[lives-in-midgard]

Late night confessions

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: Wanda overhears a conversation between reader and Natasha.

Word count: 466

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It was a late night at the compound when you were watching a movie with Natasha in the living room. Some other avengers were out on a mission, Tony and Pepper were out on a vacation, Thor and Loki were in Asgard and Wanda was in her room. You asked Wanda if she would like to join you and Nat but she wanted to have some time alone wich you totally understood, but you told her that she could come to the living room whenever she feels to. The credits from the movie rolled when you saw Wanda going into the kitchen. She looked so beautiful with her cute pyjama on and her beautiful red hair falling perfect over her shoulder.

“You are starring at her.” Natasha quietly mumbled beside you and took you out of your thoughts. 

You looked over to her “I’m not.” Nat chuckled.

“You are and you totally have a crush on Wanda.” You began to blush and hid your face behind your hands.

“Is it that obvious?” You asked her while you took your hands away from your face.

“For a trained assassin yes, for other probably also yes.” She said with a chuckle.

“The way you look at her with heart eyes says everything.” You didn’t want someone to know that before you even tell Wanda.

“Please, don’t tell anyone about this.” You said and Nat nodded.

“Don’t tell anyone about what?” You heard Wanda say next to you and you turned around. This is definitely not how you wanted her to find out.

“Oh, umm it is nothing.” You quickly said while Nat stood up from the couch.

“I bet it’s not nothing.” Wanda assumes. 

“I’m going up in my room and leave you guys alone. Thanks for the movie night Y/N. Good night.” Wanda and you said good night to Natasha and she went upstairs. Wanda sat down where Natasha just sat.

“So umm how much did you hear?” You asked Wanda while you played with your hands.

“Not much, just you admitting that you have a crush on me.” Wanda said.

“Oh, no you weren’t supposed to hear that.” You mumbled and looked away. Silence started to grow and you got scared that Wanda doesn’t want to spend as much time with you anymore because she doesn’t feel the same.

“I feel the same way about you too.” Wanda broke the silence and you looked at her.

“Really?” You asked her not sure if she really meant it.

“Of course, I would never lie about something like that.” That made you smile.

“And now come here.” Wanda opened her arms for you to cuddle up with her. While cuddling, Wanda plays with your hair and you ended up falling asleep in her arms.

[marvelseries19]

SURPRISE!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!reader

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Summary: Based on this request. A relaxing day with your girlfriend ends up with a surprise.

A/N: Here it is finally. I kind of rushed it a bit just to make sure it came out before I start with tests and stuff so, if there's any mistake on pronouns or something please let me know so I can edit it, also is the first time I have written for a gender neutral character so, have that in mind. Please enjoy.

Warnings: None that I'm aware of.

Word count: 1085

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You loved your job. 

It was the one change you had to leave the environment you were born in and actually do something that mattered in your eyes. But, you were also tired, everyone was. Fury had the team working nonstop for weeks now and finally, he grew a conscience and gave you a week off. 

This brings you to now, laying on the couch with your girlfriend on top of you. She had a thing for resting her head on your chest, her ear being directly on top of your heart and you absolutely loved it. It gave you the perfect opportunity to thread your fingers through her hair. 

Moments like this made you love the fact that you kept your apartment away from the compound. You loved your found family but, they could be a lot, especially after weeks of being almost attached to the hip, and the added privacy was a plus. 

You had been dating for a few months now and you felt that you had met your whole life, and to be honest with the way you two acted with each other, the others thought so too. It only took a look before you both climbed into your car and went to your apartment. 

You and Wanda had a simple plan. 

Order takeout, put on some sitcoms, and then just cuddle until bedtime. It was the perfect plan for two introverts such as yourselves and it was doing wonders for both of your moods.

That was until Wanda’s phone started ringing. “Nooooo,” You said, hugging her, preventing her from reaching for it. 

“Baby, at least let me see who it is,” She said, to which you let her just take a pick at her screen. Once she saw who it was she realized she really needed to answer it. “Honey, I need to answer that. It’ll just be a minute, I promise” 

You huffed “Fine, but I’ll be waiting, I still haven’t reached my cuddles quota” The witch nodded and got up from you leaving a short peck on your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, weeks ago Wanda had been looking to adopt a puppy for you, you had talked about it for a while having been told that it could help to maintain your anxiety at bay and secretly because you and Wanda didn’t have a chance to have one when you were little so, all in all, it was a win-win to get you one in the brunette’s eyes.

The call was about the lady at the adoption center telling her that she was parked outside with the puppy. As it turns out, Wanda had forgotten all about it since it had been a few very hectic weeks and her mind was on the missions. She just hoped you would enjoy the surprise. 

“Okay so… I have a surprise for you,” Your girlfriend said, going into the living room again.

"A surprise?" You replied confused, "Wait… did I forget something?" You got up in an instant at the thought of forgetting an important event.

"No, no, no. It's just something I wanted to do for you for a while and it’s finally here” She grabbed your keys from the coffee table where you had tossed them when you arrived. You gave her a confused look but ultimately decided to just let her be and eventually find out what this was all about. “I’ll be right back, baby” She gave you another peck and left the apartment.

A few minutes passed and you were starting to get nervous, debating whether you should go find her or not but before you could make any decision you heard the giggle of the keys. 

You watched intently toward the front door waiting to find out what she was doing and what the surprise was. Wanda walked in with her back turned to you, which you assume it’s to hide her hands and whatever she was holding. 

“Okay, I need you to close your eyes,” She said, looking at you from over her shoulder. You did as she said and patiently waited for whatever she meant to do. You heard her quiet steps getting closer and right before she was able to tell you to open your eyes you heard a cute little bark. You immediately opened your eyes at the intrusion to be face to face with a black and white husky puppy, looking at you with its big blue eyes. 

“I guess someone was excited to meet you,” Wanda said petting the puppy’s head. “This is Atlas… your new companion” 

“You got me a puppy?” You were still shocked, never expecting Wanda to actually get you one. 

“Yeah… I hope that’s okay,” She shifted her weight on her leg. “It’s just… you told me you had been thinking about getting one and then I read about dogs being really helpful with stress and stuff,” 

You were seriously about to cry right now, no one in your life had ever put that much attention to you, they were just loose comments on a few conversations that you thought no one was paying attention and Wanda actually thinking about the positive impact that a pet could have on you were just one of many signs that she loved you and were having troubles expressing her much this meant to you.

“I love this… I don’t what to say” You ran to her and buried your face in her neck, being aware of little Atlas in between you. 

“Oh honey, you don’t have to say anything” Her free hand was gently caressing the back of your neck.

“I love you, Wanda,” You said under your breath, if you had been farther away she wouldn’t have been able to hear it. It was the first time you said it, any of you. You both clearly felt it but neither of you really said it, you just showed it with actions. 

“I love you too, Y/N” 

You both relished the newly said words, feeling the ease of it all. Petting Atlas and playing with him, making a list of the things you were going to have to get for him. It was the warmest place you had ever felt, this was home, this was everything you needed and had never even thought of, and more and all thanks to the young witch that held your heart.

Every day that passed you were becoming more sure about Wanda being your soulmate and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[widowshaze]

ceilings | w. maximoff

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: sometimes we’re betting off in our dreams than in reality.

warnings: fluff, brief mentions of smut, and angst

word count: 1.1k

authors note: i wrote this in 30 minutes and just needed to post it, i haven’t written in ages so i’m so sorry if it’s shit. fell off the face of the earth for a bit, had to be an adult. but sometimes when you get the urge to write, you have to. plus, i’ve missed writing a lot, so i hope you enjoy, i hope it’s okay, thank you for still being here if you are, ily 🫶🏼 (p.s. sorry if there’s any typos, i did not have time to proofread)

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Your feet were up in the dash as you sat in the car with your best friend.

The same best friend that you’ve been in love with for years, but you’d never tell her that.

The rain pelted down on the roof of the car as you sat in a comfortable silence, the radio playing softly in the background. You glanced a look over at her, her head was leaned back against the headrest, waves of her brown hair fanning across her shoulders and the seat.

You gave her a soft smile as she turned to look at you, and she gave one back, one that sent butterflies through your stomach.

Her once breathtaking smile turned into a devious grin as she opened her door and stepped out of the car, her arms opening as she leaned her head back and laughed as the rain began to soak through her clothing.

“What are you doing?” You shouted at her as you followed her action, getting out of the car and making your way over to her, she fixed her gaze on you, and smiled as she said, “living my life since there’s only one to live.”

You pondered on her words for a moment as you stood there, the rain seeping through your clothes, you could feel the wetness seeping between your toes and you almost had the right mind to shove her back into the car. But as you stood there and watched her, as she began to run around the empty parking lot, yelling your name as she encouraged her to join you, you came to the realization that you didn’t care if you were soaked, or that your shoes were full of water, you were beyond grateful to be spending this moment in time with her.

So you ran to her, and you embraced her in a hug as you two danced around in the rain, but what once was the time of your life ended almost too quickly as a quick text from her mom signaled that it was time for the two of you to return home.

The drive home was quiet, both of you quivering with chills, the seats in her car now soaked from your clothes, but you sat and looked out the window with a smile on your face as you recounted the night you had, and how you wanted it to happen again, and again.

You turned to her, ready to confess what you’ve always wanted to, she met your gaze for a second before turning back to the road, “yes y/n?” Your throat closes, and your sudden confidence just mere seconds ago diminished and you shook your head slightly, “it’s nothing.” You mustered out and turned back to look out the window

A cold hand came over and touched yours, slender fingers entwined with your own, as you sucked in a shallow breath and tried to control your rapidly beating heart. “Are you sure?” She questioned one more time, this time you turned to her with a soft smile, and a nod of reassurance. “Yes Wands, it’s okay, nothing to stress about.”

She smiled at you and squeezed your hand before pulling her own away, and you tried to hide the hurt in your face at the loss of warmth that her hand was bringing you.

Your house came into view far too quickly than you would’ve liked, and you pouted slightly at the thought the night was over. Wanda parked the car as she turned her body towards you, holding her arms out for a hug, one that you quickly reciprocated as you wrapped your arms around her waist and gave her the bust hug you possibly could.

“Thank you for tonight Wands, I had-” but you were cut off before you could finish your sentence, the softest lips pressing against your own, silencing the words that wanted to fall from your mouth. You tried to reciprocate the kiss, but as quick as her lips were on your own, they just as quickly left.

You sat there, dumbfounded at what just happened, Wanda whispered a sweet “goodnight y/n” in your ear, and you swore your body worked on pure muscle memory as you got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk in front of your house, watching as her car disappeared down the street, your brain still trying to process what had happened.

You went to bed with a smile on your face that night.

A few days had passed, and you found yourself over at her place, your body’s tangled together under a plethora of blankets, naked bodies pressed against each other as you held each other close.

Her hand came up to draw a soft line down your face before tangling itself in your hair, pulling you in for another kiss, one of the many that were shared that night. No words were spoken as her kisses trailed down your neck, and her body suddenly disappeared underneath the bed sheets.

It was you that had your fingers tangled in her hair as she touched you the way no one else has before. The only sounds emitting in the room were the quiet moans that you let slip past your lips.

She crawled her way back up your body as she finished, her body resting on yours as she kissed you with more passion this time, her tongue swiping across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, entrance that you happily allowed, and the whine that you let out couldn’t be contained as you got a taste of yourself on her tongue.

She pulled away when breathing was necessary, and gazed down at you with nothing but love in her eyes, and those three words that sat in the tip of your tongue, begging to be spoken never came out, you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Before you knew it, your time together was over and she was driving you home again, this time, her hand remained intertwined with yours in your lap as she drove you home.

As the car came to a still, and you looked over at her, those three words finally escaped, “I love you.” You breathed out, and she stared at you, for what felt like forever before grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

And just when you thought she was going to say those three words back to you, a honk echoed in the background and you were snapped out of your thoughts. You looked up and noticed the green light, you pressed gently down on the gas.

But it’s not real, and she doesn’t exist, and you truly, you can’t ever remember the last time you were properly kissed. It hits you, when you’re in your car, that the love shared between the two of you never existed, and it never would.

Tears prickle in your eyes and your quick to wipe them away before they dare fall down your face, and you’re left alone in your car, the place you once thought would be the beginning of forever.

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[lizziecanrailme]

My Sweet Angel

Pairing: Cargiver!Wanda x little!reader

Summary: Your Mommy takes care of you while you’re sick.

Warning: Age Regression, sickness, my bad writing

A/N: Why is most of my writing little!fics🧍🏽‍♀️

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The sound of the TV and your small congested breaths were the only sounds Wanda could hear. She sighed while rubbing your back, you were laying on top of her. Face buried in her neck, pacifier slightly hanging out your mouth.

She was slightly startled when she heard you cough a few times. It didn’t seem to affect you that much as you continued to sleep. Her bottom lip stuck out, worried eyes focusing on your now peaceful face, her poor angel.

You had unfortunately caught a cold that came out of nowhere. She was instantly worried at your constant coughing and sneezing. She regularly gave you medicine, even though it was difficult due to your stubbornness.

“Baby, you have to take the medicine” Wanda said while holding the syringe. You looked at the substance in disgust, “No” you stated whilst shaking your head. She sighed, grumbling under her breath.

“It will make you feel better sweetheart”, she declared, bringing it closer to your face. You turned your head away, “Noo, medicine tas’ icky” you whined.

But eventually you had to give in, knowing you’d only get worse and not be able to play outside or go places with your Mommy. You were smart, and that’s one of the things your Mommy loved about you.

She felt your breath hitch against her neck. You let out a sneeze, a particularly loud one that made you stir. “Bless you angel” she said and pressed a kiss to your sweaty forehead. She reached over to grab a tissue from the nightstand. She lifted your head up a little bit, then proceeded to wipe your nose.

You coughed again, but it sounded rougher and a little more congested than earlier. “Okay baby, it’s time to take your medicine” she said with sympathy. You whined but didn’t protest, you felt too tired to.

She raised herself from the bed, with you in her arms. She walked inside the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Grabbing the ‘Robitussin’ and the small plastic syringe next to it. She sat on the toilet seat, you meanwhile silently sat on her lap.

Your head was laid on her collarbone, as you watched her fill the syringe up with medicine. You were awfully fatigued, even after naps and average hours of sleep. Wanda was saddened with seeing you so tired, and not the playful little she was used to.

“Say ‘ah’ for me angel”

You slightly opened your mouth, then felt the liquid being squirted in your mouth. You swallowed it and scrunched up your face from the nasty taste. She smiled at the look on your face, “I know it tastes yucky but it’ll make you feel better”. You nodded in understanding, “Ca we go back to bed Mommy?” you said while looking into her eyes.

“Of course my sweet angel”

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[abbyromanoff]

Heyyy there would you mind writing wanda x femreader where r dreams of wanda cheating on us with vision so when r wokes up she's mad and grumpy and wanda doesn't know why, now she's sad and confused. Fluff at the end though

VISIONS

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 862

WARNINGS: allusions to smut, talks of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, groping, small angst, fluff, think that’s all :)

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“Baby? Can you please stop ignoring me?” Wanda asked with a hand on your shoulder. You shook it off, rolling your eyes as you threw the blankets further over your body. She sighed, trying to leave a kiss to your exposed skin until you shrugged her off once again.

She didn’t know why you seemed so upset, but she assumed from previous experiences that you simply were having a bad morning. It could be a dream, it could be your period, it could just be an irritating mood. In reality, it was the sight you saw in your deep sleep. It woke you with a sudden cry, your head tossing to the side to instantly try and spot the woman. In the dream, you had just walked in on the pair sharing an intimate moment that was meant for only you and Wanda. The witch tried to explain herself, but you woke up before you could make your final decision.

When Wanda woke, she tried giving you a morning peck on the lips, but you denied. She was confused but let it slide, until you ignored her clear request for sex. Your body was bare, only holding layers of hickeys that you usually would’ve admired, yet she still was - which only seemed to anger you further.

She gave up after nearly half an hour of trying to persuade you into talking and grabbed her book, placing her reading glasses over her eyes and sitting silently. You’d mumble quiet annoyances, but refused to form a normal sentence.

“Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?” No response was given besides a huff. “Please, my love? C’mon, don’t make Mommy sad.” She teased, sensing from your sudden stillness that she hit a nerve. You sucked in a breath, removing the covers as you walked towards the bathroom. She groaned, copying your actions with a shiver as the cold air hit her.

“What are you doing?” You stood under the warm water, letting your hair soak as your body erupted with goosebumps. She tore off her shirt, only stopping when your voice was heard.

“So that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” Your eyes fell to her naked chest as you licked your lips, forcing yourself to turn away from the trap.

“What? Can I not take a shower with my partner?” She stepped behind you, venturing her hands to your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. She kissed the skin softly, leaving hints of her scent behind as you shuddered.

“This…this isn’t fair, Wanda, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She let her lips linger, trailing her hands up and down, squeezing your breasts before one traveled to your lower region.

“And why is that?” A frown took over your face, and you lowered your gaze. She paused, turning you around so you would face her. You refused to meet her eyes until it was forced out of you, her finger below your chin guiding you to fit her needs.

“Can you please tell me what I did so I can apologize? I’d really appreciate it, love.”

“It’s stupid,”

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.” She frowned, stroking your cheek softly as she pulled you in, leaving a peck to the skin before trailing to your plump lips. She hummed against you, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of the embrace you ridded her from.

“I had a dream,” You bit your lip, groaning as she pressed on. She rubbed your arms soothingly, furrowing her brows as she waited for your voice to rise once again.

“And in that dream, I caught you…sleeping with…Vision.” She chuckled lightly, causing your frown to grow.

“Oh, love, how could I ever do that to you? Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but I know a girl with the most beautiful, and most wonderful partner. She loves them with all her heart, and she would never, ever even consider breaking their own sweet little heart.” She smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair when red threatened to cover your skin.

“But,”

“Shh, and I don’t want you to think any different, alright? I love you, I love you so much and that will never change.” She assured, and you grinned to yourself, muttering a small statement that she asked for you to repeat.

“Especially not for a red robot?”

“Especially not for a red robot.” She smiled, pecking your forehead slightly and cradling you with her arms. The soft skin sent a sigh of gratitude your way, and you cuddled closer into the woman.

“I love you so much, Wanda. I’m sorry for being mean, I know you’d never do that.” She hummed, trailing her hand lower once again. It fell upon your bare ass, her palm squeezing with a giggle.

“So soft,”

“Wanda! You pervert!” She shook her head, nuzzling her nose in your neck as she continued to poke at the area. You bit your lip, leaning into her as instinct.

“Now, why don’t you let me make it up to you and show you just how much I love you?”

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

following your erotically fantastical encounter with the mother of the kids you babysit, the aftermath is more of a rollercoaster than you could have ever precedented.

🌸 pairing: milf!pregnant!wanda x dom!babysitter!reader

🌸 cont: smut (18+), mommy kink (wanda), lactation kink, body worship, praise kink, power bottom sex-deprived milf 🤝beefy college service top footballer

🌸 word count: 2042

🌸 note: THIS IS SO LONG-AWAITED im sorry..... also i know im supposed to be writing for kinktober but milf!pregnant!wanda was invading every corner of my mind so here ya go. not proof-read!

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“Come on, Y/N, you’re not going to the party tonight?” Natasha grumbles, grabbing the sleeve of your bomber jacket as you try your darndest to escape your friends.

It was the fated next day following your erotically fantastical encounter with Wanda, and you had just completed your classes. As you strolled out of campus grounds, the sun was already setting. It painted a picturesque view of the orange horizon, but truthfully, you only cared about getting back to Wanda for that promised ‘tomorrow’. 

“I told you no, Nat,” you reply with a playful sternness that the others laugh at. It was no secret that Natasha had a crush on you, ever since you first sat next to her in the lecture hall and got a little flirty and perhaps a little too handsy. 

It was also no secret that for every lecture after that, you would sit next to a different girl and activities of the same sort would ensue. Most of the time, those encounters would end up with a pretty girl trapped between the wall of a cramped supply closet and you.

“They’ve probably got a secret girlfriend,” Tony adds unhelpfully, with that classic smirk you want to punch off his face sometimes. 

“Really?” Steve asks genuinely, ever the innocently clueless one. “Is she younger than us?”

“Oh, definitely,” Sam chimes in. “Have you seen the freshmen ‘round our beloved Y/N?”

“Feral,” Carol states in resolution. “They crowd at the field to watch Y/N during football practice.”

“And of course, Y/N doesn’t bother to hide the way she leads them all on!” Natasha adds in partial indignation, nudging you suggestively. “That’s totally your type, hm? Younger, pretty girls who chase after you with a puppy love? Is that why my forward advances have always ended in flames?”

You grin half-heartedly, awkward in the spotlight of your love life. For one, your friends couldn’t be more wrong about this ‘secret girlfriend’ you had. Younger, innocent girls? More like smoking hot single moms in their late thirties.

It was strange, even, how you would normally take these girls’ teasing in your stride, almost basking in the glory of being the most sought-after student on campus. 

But with the looming thought of Wanda intercepting every brain wave of yours, months of pining surmounting to a heated make-out session with the hope for something more, all else was forsaken. 

You try not to think about the implications of that too hard.

As your friends continue to bicker about the prospect of your secret girlfriend, you seize the well-earned distraction and weasel your way out.

Sooner than you’d care to admit, you’re standing outside Wanda’s home, skateboard in hand. You’re buzzing in anticipation with your flushed face and windswept hair.

Before you can doubt yourself and backtrack, you knock on the door sharply, twice. You can’t help but smirk at the muffled shriek that follows, then a muted shuffle, then silence. Your heart hammers in your ribcage. You really were about to do this.

“Come in, sweetheart,” the mother calls out with a sugary tone that feeds your ever-increasing libido.

You open the unlocked door, mentally preparing yourself to face Wanda once more. 

But then you actually lay your eyes upon her ethereal figure, and your athlete-hardened knees nearly buckle.

Fuck.

Sprawled out on the sofa like something out of a classic Renaissance painting is Wanda, clad in nothing but a lacy set of dark red lingerie, the most sultry look on her face that draws all the air out of your lungs.

You’d never seen a more attractive woman, pregnant or not.

The way the lacy bra hugs her swollen breasts tighter, pushing the cleavage to be even more visible, the way her thick thighs are spread to reveal those beautiful stretch marks.

“Fuck,” you say, a lot higher pitched than you would care to admit. It seems to be the only word currently circulating in your mind, your studied vocabulary flying out of the window at the sight of Wanda presenting herself for you like a well-earned present.

“See something you like?” Wanda dares to tease, left hand trailing along the lace of her bra, dipping into the ample cleavage that leaves you salivating. 

It takes approximately three seconds for you to kick the door shut, yank off your jacket and nearly dislocate your shoulder, then press against Wanda like it was always meant to be.

The kiss you pull her into is the opposite of gentle, your head slanting to deepen the kiss immediately, tongues meeting like planets bound to collide, bound to cross paths and cause an eclipse.

Wanda moans into the kiss, and you can barely hide your pleasure at that noise. You wanted to hear it a thousand times over, the breathless cry of your name, the begging tone of the older woman.

It was so wrong, but nothing had felt more right.

Wanda’s relinquishment of power doesn’t last too long, though, because before you can impatiently rip off the fabric of her lingerie, she threads her fingers into your hair and forcefully tugs you closer to her chest.

“My house, my rules,” Wanda states, and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a rush of arousal coursing through your veins at Wanda’s motherly sense of control.

“Yes, ma’am,” you mutter, half-jokingly, but when your peripheral view catches Wanda visibly aroused by that, you know it isn’t going to be the last time you address her as that.

Your hand slides under Wanda’s body to unclasp the bra, letting out an affected noise at the sight of her full tits on display.

“Shit,” you grunt, pausing for a moment to admire the view.

Throughout the months of babysitting Billy and Tommy, you had only ever discreetly checked out Wanda’s cleavage, or perhaps stare a little too hard when she wore scanty dresses that showed off her side boobs.

Now, with those perfect, swollen mounds right before your face, you give into your urges to bury your face between them. You groan at the sensation of Wanda’s milk leaking out of her hardened nipples, your mouth moving to suckle at her breasts.

“Shit, baby,” Wanda cries, throwing her head back as you drink right out of her breasts, lapping fervently. It wasn’t entirely sexual per se, but the sheer relief of lightening that weight load in her breasts was a pleasure in itself.

You get slightly drunk off the feeling of Wanda’s breasts in your mouth, and it takes Wanda a surprising amount of strength to get your head away from her chest eventually.

“You’re a bit too obsessed with my tits,” Wanda teases, swiping her milk off your lips with her thumb, tilting your head down to lock eyes with her. The tension between the two of you is palpable, thick in the air, and you long to drown in that desire.

You only smirk back, hands resting on the hem of her thong. “May I undress you now, ma’am?” you emphasise, tilting your head to the side in faux innocence.

“So polite,” Wanda retorts right back, fingertips tracing the curve of your jawline as a smile plays on her lips. “How could I say no to such a gentleman?”

That’s all the confirmation you need before you snap the elastic of Wanda’s red thong, stuffing the flimsy material into the pocket of your pants. What you’d do with it later was for another day.

You kiss down Wanda’s breasts to her swollen belly, firm but gentle, then you flatten out your tongue when it reaches her wet heat.

“I couldn’t pay attention,” you growl, licking a long stripe up Wanda’s pussy. “In any of my fucking classes today,” you continue, tongue flicking at her puffy clit. “‘Cause I was thinking ‘bout all the ways I could fuck that pretty cunt.” 

The filthy moan that leaves Wanda’s lips at your words rings around the confines of the four walls. 

It had been so long since Wanda experienced such mindblowing sex; She had been sexually repressed because of Vision’s busy schedule, and it was torture because pregnancy pretty much solidified her daily sexual arousal. 

But what with her split from him meaning no more mediocre sex, and the prospect of a hot babysitter entering her life, Wanda’s pregnancy hormones had skyrocketed to an all-time high.

Long gone were the nights she held a vibrator against her clit under the sheets, eyes screwed shut as thoughts of you swam in her head. Long gone were the times she helplessly fingered herself in the shower, wishing her fingers belonged to you instead. 

Now, your head was buried between her thighs, your mouth like the devil on her cunt, fast-paced and unforgiving and everything Wanda had always longed for.

“You’re perfect,” you grunt into the older woman’s wet heat, the vibrations of your rough tone sending jolts of arousal up Wanda’s body. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wanda.”

“D-Don’t say that,” she answers breathlessly, fingernails digging into your scalp. “You’ve slept with plenty of other younger, prettier girls than me.” 

The insecurity Wanda felt about her body had mainly stemmed from Vision, who was always going on about how she had become less attractive after pregnancy, with the stretch marks and the added fat and other blemishes on her skin.

“I don’t know about that,” you say, relentless in your worshipping of Wanda’s body. The way you were treating her like a temple was overriding the false beliefs Vision had planted into her head. “‘Cause now when I think about those other girls in bed they all end up looking like you.”

At that, Wanda feels tears prick in the back of her eyes, her gaze blurring as she stares at you. ‘

You, who had entered her life like a ray of hope, brightening up her every day with a blindingly charming smile and a selfless heart. You, who had treated her with more care and respect than any man she had ever been with before. You, who tied up all her loose ends and sewed it up to form the shape of a pretty little heart.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers, the words spilling from the tip of her tongue before she can control it. Her breath constricts afterwards when your mouth finally stops to register her words. 

“I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it,” Wanda continues, breathless, pushing aside your hair to properly look at you in the eyes. “But I do love you, Y/N L/N.”

Wanda feels something wet on her inner thigh, something that’s not her own slick. It takes a moment for her to realize that it’s your tears.

“I’ve loved you since I first laid my eyes on you,” you confess, eyes shining. “I think I was just scared to believe it until today, too.”

Heartstrings get tugged like a harp, crescendoing into a beautiful symphony that was finally requited love, finally coming to a high, finally reaching its summit.

The lust that encaptures the two of you dissipates into a warm glow of love, the tension easing into trials of romance. 

When you dive back in between Wanda’s thighs, you’re determined and emotional and ultimately choked with new possibilities.

You could already imagine cooking dinners together with Wanda, reading the kids bedtime stories, chastising them to go and brush their teeth, stealing kisses when they fell asleep.

You could already map out a navigation of your future years, down millions of paths and possibilites that all brought you to Wanda Maximoff. She was your life, your truth, your unbreakable vow.

With that, her first orgasm comes in a tidal wave, like rushing water breaking free from a dam. 

Wanda sobs, riding your face as she comes harder than she’s ever had in her life, squirting all over your face and the sofa, all else forgotten.

Your expert tongue and naturally-skilled fingers bring her to another plane of existence, where she was floating above the universe, where your name was chanted like a mantra.

The world around you faded as Wanda’s thighs wrapped around your head, as you dived down once more to worship, as you dived down once more to chase the love of your life.

This was the only happy ever after you needed.

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[justice4daisyjohnson]

pretty princess

mom!wanda maximoff x reader

warning: unedited, i wrote this in 20 mins

summary: the one day you come home to a silent house

a/n: it is ridiculous how hard i had to search for a wanda smiling gif

word count: 832

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you didn't have a particular hard day at the avengers tower today, but you were ready to see your wife and little girl, to hug and squeeze them, to cuddle with them and watch a movie, to watch them fall asleep on you.

you had built the life you had dreamed of since you were seventeen.

now, married to the one and only wanda maximoff.

marrying wanda was the best decision you have made. you are the most happy you have ever been. knowing now that you are all okay, married, with a cute little baby girl, would put your seventeen year old mind to ease.

you worked at the avengers tower for years, it's where you met wanda. they all felt like family and respected eachother as family as well.

when you married wanda, you two decided to buy a house in the quiet part of new york. where you could have a yard with one or two dogs, where your kids could run around and lose energy.

you let wanda pick everything, everything was to wanda's liking and you did whatever she asked you to do. you put in a couple of suggestions but for the most part, wanda was in control.

wanda wanted a garden? you would search up the tools for it.

wanda wants an outdoor bath? you would be the first one in home depo the next morning.

wanda wants a open butterfly garden? you were googling which plants attract butterfly's.

wanda hasn't retired yet as a superhero. she was an on call agent, only going in if it was a disaster.

you on the other hand, spent 50% of your days at home while the rest was at work.

for now almost five years, you have been coming home from work to hear little cute giggles and wanda animatedly talking to your baby girl, alora.

today though, you didn't hear much. only aloras favorite cartoon in the living room.

you got concerned as this was a very rare occasion. only happening when either wanda or alora was sick in bed.

"baby? alora? baby, i'm home" you say, dropping your keys and your bag, now going up stairs to see where they are.

the app on your phone says wanda is at the house, but you haven't heard from her yet.

that's when you saw the light of your master bedroom bathroom was on. the door was shut and you heard light talking.

"wands?" you call out, "i'm coming in"

very quickly, the door locked and you couldn't get in.

"uh, i need you to stay out for a couple minutes" wanda says.

"where's alora?"

it was a couple seconds before you heard giggles and wanda shushing, "she's uh- she's with me"

"babe, come on, what's going on"

"nothing! just wait outside"

you try to wait patiently on the edge of your shared bed but with your line of work and the secrecy wanda has right now doesn't mix well in your stomach.

finally, the door cracks just a bit and wanda's head pops out.

"i'm excited to present to you, alora maximoff- y/l/n!"

your little baby, alora, with her pretty pink tutu skirt , no shoes, and a plain white sleeveless shirt.

"mama!" she yells out as she bounces towards you.

you pick her up and place her on your hip.

"how's my little girl do-" you stop yourself when you see the new changes to her hair.

her strawberry blonde hair has now bangs. you remember her asking for bangs for a couple months but she gave up on asking you and has been bothering wanda about it.

you didn't think wanda would actually let alora have bangs but now that she does, you are surprised to say she looks even more adorable than ever.

"what's this?" you say, lighting touching her bangs

"i got bangs, mama! you like?" she says, smiling brightly. 

"oh i love them, my little princess!" you say, hugging her tight and giving her kisses all over her face.

when you felt wanda's hand on your waist is when you stopped.

"i did cut myself" wanda mentions as alora tries to catch her breath.

"you did an amazing job, darling" you say, kissing wanda on the lips before you turn back to wanda.

"i was thinking, what if we have pizza today for dinner?" alora starts cheering, you and wanda laugh at her and you place her down carefully so she can run off to the kitchen.

you finally turn to wanda, looking down at your beautiful wife.

"did you really like how it came out?" wanda asks with her sweetest voice.

"yes, darling. she looks adorable" you confirm and she smiles more.

twirling her hair in your fingers a bit before you meet her eyes again and pull her into a kiss.

wanda's arms wrap around your neck and you grab her thighs to place her on the bed before your hands go to hold her waist.

"mama! mommy!"

[jemilyswhor3]

Picnics

A/N: Short Wanda Maximoff x Reader fluff for flufftober <3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: fluff and a few mentions of homophobia and religion

Summary: Secret picnic dates with your secret girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 1.3K

YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST THIS. THE ONLY MEDIA WHERE THIS IS POSTED ARE ON WATTPAD (@wndvsluver), AO3 (@wandaswitch),  AND ON HERE ONLY ON THIS ACCOUNT.

Both of you and Wanda live in quite a religious area, so whenever Friday hits, your secret girlfriend takes you out on Picnics along the side of the river, where no one else can spot both of you.

"I see you got my message." The giddy redhead state, standing up from the picnic table cloth on the ground. "I did. And as soon as I read it, I went straightforward here." You smile, opening your arms for Wanda to enter your embrace. She hugs you tightly and snuggles her face into your neck. "Miss me much?" You ask while hugging her back, giggling. "I did." She mumbles. "It's only been a day, Wands." You smile at her while she looks straight up at you. "Yeah, but you know how clingy I can be." She admits. "I just wish that one day, it'll be safe enough for us to come out." She confesses, holding your arm up as she drags you to the picnic spot. "Me too, babe. Me too." You reply, Wanda, turning back at you. "Gotta say though, how did you have time? School barely ended." You say, looking over her shoulder to the neatly placed picnic on the ground. "Mr. Smith had an emergency and he didn't have enough time to call in for a sub." She replies, and you hum in response.

"Look, I made- well, bought, actually- some covered chocolate strawberries!" She happily states, squatting down and taking one inside the plastic container. "Babe, you didn't have to." You reply while she took some. "Ah," Wanda commands your mouth to open for her to put the sweet in, and you did. "Mhmm!" You moaned. "This is absolutely heaven on earth, sweetie." You admit with pleasure. "Only the best for my baby. Come here, let's sit." She says, pulling you over to sit by her side while she taps the spot.

"All of this... you know you didn't have to do this." "I know, I know. I just couldn't let the thought of you go when I saw those berries in the store." She playfully rolls her eyes. "And this?" You say, holding up a bottle of strawberry champagne. Wanda knew you. And Wanda knew your favorites are always anything strawberry. "I mean, how did you even get this?" You confusedly ask, looking at the bottle. "I have my ways... and by ''ways'', I mean Pietro." She said, making a slight duck face while nodding. "You know you didn't have to, right?" Your attention now backs to her. "Oh, I know baby. I- I just thought you'd like it." Wanda says as she crawls up to you to place gentle kisses on your neck, to what you enjoyed. "Plus, we'll need it to celebrate." She adds. "Celebrate what?" You ask playfully. "You know the quiz bee me and Steve competed this week?" She questions, you can feel a smirk form on her lips on your neck. "Yeah, I was sad I wasn't able to go." "Well, we won the championship, and I got a letter from NYU saying I got in!" She squeals at the revelation of her college acceptance. You push her away, grabbing her by the shoulders, "What?! Seriously? Congratulations, babe!" You congratulate her and gave her the tightest hug in the world. "Thank you, babe." She replies, almost out of breath, due to you squeezing her. "And have you heard about yours?" She asks worriedly, you pull her out of the hug and look directly into her eyes while you slowly creep out a smile, "I got in too!" You exclaim, smiling to both ends of your ears. "Ahhh! That's so great, my love!" She hugs you again, somehow tighter than the one you have her. You knew how much this means to both you and Wanda, and how she's super proud of both of your achievements, since her use of 'my love'. Wanda grabs two champagne glasses out of the basket and hands one out to you. "And here's... to us!" She says while pouring the drink. "To us!" You both clink your glass together and take a playful sip of each other's drink while your hands intertwine, smiling while trying to hold back laughs, looking at each other.

"So, you really going through culinary?" You ask her. "Yeah. I think I've always been connected to it in some ways. It was the only thing that kept me from destroying a building when I got that one-month internship in Lagos." She laughs. "Plus, your cooking is absolutely fascinating! Never knew making acorn squash could look so damn chic." You scrunch your nose, she continues to giggle. "And you, you sure about cinematography?" She furrows her brows a bit. "Definitely. Even before Aunt Nat passed, she was the first to introduce me to its beauty, and the moment I saw those visuals... I fell in love with them, and I knew I want to do it too, someday." You reply, bopping your head. "Not harder than me though, right?" Wanda squints her eyes. "I can never fall in love harder with anything other than you." You tackle her, tickling her while she tries for her glass to not drop. "S-stop it." She lets out, almost unable to form words cause of the tickling. You put your hands in surrender as she fixes herself up. "I hate you." She says while chuckling. "I love you too." You place a kiss on her nose, and she scrunches it.

Wanda lays in your lap as you comb through her hair, and her outlining the clouds with her fingertips. "Have you ever thought about getting out of here?" She asks. "You kidding? You know I love here at Peter's side." You reply with a sarcastic tone. "I'm serious." She focuses on you with her voice stern and brows furrow. "Of course. I mean, out of all the places and families we could've been born into, we were both placed in the most religious one. And there's nothing wrong with it if they weren't such a homosexual-hating community." You reveal. "I know." Wanda pout, looking down. "And that's why we're going to NYU!" You exclaim. "Just a couple more months! And besides, I wouldn't have changed anything. If it weren't for us being in here, we wouldn't have found each other, and I wouldn't take anything over what we have." You say, directing her face to you by grabbing her chin. "Although, if it so happened that we weren't born in the same town, even if we were born in different continents and families, I think our love would've still found each other, one way or another." You smile at her and peck her lips. She smiles as you peck, and when you part from her, she pulled you back down, grabs your face with both her hands, and now pulls you into a full-on make-out session.

As your kisses became more lustful, you find yourself on top of her. "Ouch." She hisses as you accidentally bite her bottom lip a bit too hard. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby." You apologize, creasing your thumb over her bottom lip. "It's okay. It's worth your kisses anyway." She replies as you flop beside her. She hugs you and asks you, "Do you think we'll be fine when we go to NYU?" She says, looking up at you, your chin above her head. "I think so. Nothing will break our bond and love." You kiss her head.

After a few months, you both finally graduated and eventually moved into your shared apartment close to campus. Wanda and you have never been closer since moving in together. You were both free and can now show who you both truly are. And after getting your degrees and having stable jobs, the honorable, Wanda Maximoff, had asked your hand in marriage, to which you said yes to.

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my period has decided to to absolutely wreck me sooooooo i have come to contribute my mommy!wanda thoughts <3

taking care of reader on their period edition !

wanda is the type of person who likes to be very organized

keeping track of things is her specialty sooo she definitely keeps track of your cycle

mommy knows that it can get hard when you’re not in the proper head space, so she keeps track of these things for you

“little bunnies like you don’t need to worry about this, baby. mommy’s got this”

also she is very old fashioned when it comes to it. analog only-no “fancy apps” as she calls them

days before your period is supposed to come she starts pampering you

warm baths with her specially made soaps and bath bombs

tons and tons of kisses

(if you have rough & painful periods like me) wanda tries to help ease your pain with her magic

if that doesn’t work then well she has options

so. many. massages.

i’m talking tummy rubs

booty rubs

back rubs

feet rubs

you name it, she’s doing it!

she just wants her baby to feel as comfortable as they can

if your period is less painful then she tones it down

well to what she believes is toned down

she basically goes from not allowing you to leave the bed to allowing you to leave the bed but as she monitors you

what can she say, she’s always very worried about you

she encourages you to eat your cravings but in a healthier way (never fully denying you of the sweets you desperately crave; she’s not a monster!)

since she is amazing at cooking and baking

wanda always makes sure to prepare your favorites for when you’re craving them

your period makes you extra clingy and she loves it

1000000x more snuggle time

“mommy it hurts”

lots of pouts and pained whimpers coming from you

this just breaks her heart

lots and lots of “i know honey” and “it’s gonna be okay, bunny” from her

and when it’s all done wanda praises you for being so brave!

“my strong baby, isn’t that right,darling!”

moral of the hc: i need mommy!wanda to take care of me rn :(