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reblogging this now so I can read it later

mommy? sorry

wanda maximoff x reader

summary: you ended things with your girlfriend and her mom wanted one last goodbye.

warnings: mommy kink, strap-on use, oral (r giving), smut 18+ only

a/n: another repost!

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 2.0k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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You walked up the step’s to your now ex-girlfriend’s front door, already looking above the doorframe for the extra house key. You knew she wasn’t in the house, she made sure to text you so you could go grab your stuff. Things didn’t end well between the two of you and so you both wanted to avoid each other.

You were fumbling with the doorknob when the door swung open, Wanda stood there with a smile, greeting you with just as much warmth as she did before you broke up with her daughter. 

“Y/N,” She greeted with surprise, her eyes raking down to your shoes as her lips turned up into grin. “Didn’t think I’d see you back so soon.”

“I just came here to get my stuff, Ms Maximoff,” Her eyes met yours then, before releasing a piercing giggle.

“Ms Maximoff? Why the formality?” Her hand touched your shoulder and ran down your arm, pulling you into the house. “You haven’t called me that since you and Lucy started dating.”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile as the older woman’s eyes drifted down your body again with a predatory gaze. “May I?”

“Of course,” She said, flashing you a bright smile. Your eyes dipped down to her lips before going back up to her eyes then towards the stairs. Did she do something different? Has she always been this hot?

Her eyes followed you up the stairs, and you chose to shake the feeling of wanting to see her riding your strap. You walked through the doors of the room you’d been in hundreds of times before, but now everything felt somewhat different. Your mind wondering how many times Lucy had other girls over while you were together.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to her dresser. You opened the bottom drawer, taking the couple toys you left at her place and placing them into your backpack. You looked further through the drawer, finding the strap and almost dropping it when you turned back around to Wanda leaning against the doorframe, her crossed arms pushing her breasts up into view.

“I- I’m almost done Ms Maximoff,” You stuttered, fumbling to pick up your bacg when she stopped you.

“Are you sure you’re done with that, baby?” She asked, running her hand down your arm and gripping the strap over your hand. “Don’t you wanna use it one last time?”

You felt her hand push the strap closer to your body before your pants were suddenly discarded and you felt the weight of the strap between your legs. Wanda stepped closer to you, her lips close to your ear as she pressed her body against you.

“Don’t you wanna get back at her?” Her voice filled your ears, making goosebumps appear on your skin as her hand started sliding up your shirt. You stepped away from her, dumfounded at her suggestion but not completely dismissing it. Her hand remained under your shirt, making her smile. You could’ve stepped all the way back, but you didn’t. Her head tilted to the side with a grin when you brought your hand onto hers under your shirt, and pressed it against you rather than pushing her away.

“You’re a terrible mother,” You said, your other hand snaking around her waist before your head dipped into her neck.

“Step-mother,” She corrected, moaning when your teeth grazed her skin as her nails dug into your scalp. Your hands slid down to cup her ass, pulling her hips flush against yours, Wanda’s eyes rolling to the back of her head when she felt the strap rubbing against her. “Just shut up and let me ride you.”

She pulled your head back, turning the two of you around and pushing you back onto the bed before you could come up with an answer. You raised yourself up onto your elbows, looking down at her as she shimmied her lacy underwear down her legs, the fabric sliding down from under her skirt. You raked your eyes back up her body, her hands tugging her short dress over her thighs as she straddled you. 

Your hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips as she lined the toy up with her entrance. Her cheeks flushed as the tip easily slid into her, her pussy already soaked by the sight of you wearing the strap. 

“Already so wet for me,” You said, pulling her hips further down the strap. She moaned, clawing at your chest for balance. You started moving your hips up into her, her hips grinding down onto yours as her moans became more high pitched. “Fuck Mommy, you’re so hot-”

You bit your lip looking away when her hips faltered, her head leaning down as she looked at you. A smug grin covered her features as she smiled down at you, her hips starting their pace back up as she took your hands into hers and slid them up her body to cup her breasts through her dress.

“Call me that again,” Your fingers pressed into her as you pushed her breasts together, making her roll her hips with a moan.

“Does that feel good, Mommy?” You asked pinching her nipples between your fingers and bucking your hips up into her making the redhead whine and sink down further onto you. You lifted your hips into her a couple more times, her moans interrupting her every time she tried to respond. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

She grunted, almost growled at that, her hand coming up to your throat as she started bouncing up and down your strap, taking control of the pace. “Don’t be a smartass, honey, that’s not gonna end in your favor.”

For a second then you thought about what you were actually doing, but as you looked down at your strap disappearing inside Wanda while her hand around your throat applied just enough pressure to give you a head rush, you didn’t care. And if you were honest with yourself, ever since you met Wanda there was just something about her. You’ve wanted to do this for a long time.

“So you’ve wanted to fuck me for a while now huh?” Wanda said, making your eyes snap up to her now glowing red ones. Her pace picked up, her breasts bouncing under the thin fabric of her dress. Your eyes widened, realizing she was reading your mind. Your hands slid back down to her hips guiding her movements as you fucked her harder.

“How could I not?” You asked, moving your hips and fucking her deeper, her hands settled back on your chest for balance, deep moans emanating from her chest. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you always wear low cut clothing around me,” She moaned, the muscles on her stomach tightening as her orgasm approached. “Or how you always make an excuse to be alone in a room with me,” Your nails dug into her skin as you fucked her up and down the strap, her breaths getting heavier. “Or how you touch yourself to the thought of me.”

Her eyes widened as another moan ripped its way through her body. “I almost walked in on you, but decided to just let you do your thing while I watched,” Wanda’s hips desperately moved against you, the redhead chasing her orgasm as she remembered that day - she knew you were watching. “You sounded so pretty moaning my name. I wanna hear it again.”

“Fuck, Y/N, please,” She moaned, her grip loosened around your throat, her mouth forming into an O as you bucked your hips into her. “I wan- I need to cum.”

“Cum for me, Mommy,” You gripped her hips and planted your feet on the mattress, thrusting into her at a new angle and completely sending her over the edge. She screamed out, her nails dragging down your chest as she came on your strap, her arousal easily coating the toy.

You fucked her through her orgasm, giving her soft praises while she kept moving on top of you. You guided her hips, slowing down as she regained her composure, her hair sticking to her now sweaty skin. Your eyes drifted down to where your bodies met, smirking at the way your strap glistened as you lifted her off of it. 

“Fuck,” She breathed out, laying down next to you. “That was so much better than I was expecting.”

“If you think it’s over, it’s not,” You turned you head to look at her before settling yourself between her thighs and leaning over her body. “I like to be very thorough.”

Your lips met her neck, leaving a couple marks in their wake. “Watch it,” Wanda hissed through her teeth as she felt your soft bites on her neck. You continued kissing down her body, your hands cupping her breasts as you took her nipple into your mouth. She arched her back into you with a moan, her fingers entangling in your hair pressing you harder against her. 

Your tongue circled the hardened nub, your hand playing with the other. Wanda moaned, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back as you sucked her nipple while pulling your head back, smirking up at her. Your eyes never left her face as you moved your mouth to her other nipple, gently sinking your teeth onto the soft skin of her chest.

You flicked her nipple with your tongues, making her buck her hips up, her still soaked center rubbing against your clothed stomach. You smirked against her skin, releasing her with a pop and simply massaging her breasts while you looked up at her.

“Don’t-” She whined, “Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” You said smugly. “Just wanted to see you get a little desperate.”

You felt yourself being pushed down to her pussy before you saw the rest mist surrounding you, making you release a low chuckle. “If you wanted me to eat you out you could’ve just asked, Mommy.”

“Are you gonna put your mouth to better use or are you gonna keep being a brat?” Her hand buried itself in your hair and pushed you into her, you tongue immediately sipping into her. Her taste clouded your senses, making you groan into her. Your tongue circled her clit, her hips bucking into your face. 

Your arms circled her thighs and pulled her closer as her second orgasm of the night started building. Your tongue dipped into her making her hold your head on her as she used your tongue to get off, your face getting completely soaked as she came for a second time. You softly licked her folds, giving her clit one last tease before pulling your mouth away.

“What. The. Fuck.” You heard your ex-girlfriend’s voice ring behind you. You looked over your shoulder back at her while Wanda’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, a grin on your lips as you brought your hand up to wipe her arousal off your face.

“Sorry, Lucy, didn’t see you there,” You said, walking over to pull your pants back on over your strap. Wanda had very kindly discarded them over the open drawer on the dresser. “I’m all done over here.”

You gave Wanda one last look before picking up your backpack from the floor and slinging it over one shoulder. You walked over to the door, where Lucy was standing and looked back at Wanda over your shoulder, sending her one last wink before looking back at your ex-girlfriend one last time. 

Not only did you get back at Lucy, but you also got to fuck the hottest milf you’d ever seen. Win win.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later when you heard from Wanda again. The events of the last time you saw her being one of the only things on your mind for the past however many days. 

And with just a few texts, you found yourself driving back to the house you never though you would go back to.

Lucy’s out of town. 

And I can’t stop thinking about your mouth between my legs.

Among other things ;)

#fic rec #bonky i’m scared what did you do #bonky💡💕

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I’m afraid to say much but just know it’s a 10/10 from me bonk ee

livestream

camgirl!wanda maximoff x reader

summary: your girlfriend has a stream, and you watch it like the good partner that you are. when she’s done she comes to you to finish her off.

warnings: camgirl!wanda, voyeurism, strap-on use (wanda receiving), powerbottom!wanda, mommy kink, swearing, hair pulling, smut 18+ only

a/n: another repost! sorry it took me a bit to post, life's been a little crazy

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 1.7k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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“Hey, babe,” You yelled into your apartment. “I’m home.”

“Hi baby,” Wanda purred, pausing in front of you so you could admire what she was wearing. Your mouth watered as you took in the sight in front of you. Your eyes raked up her body, admiring the way her thigh highs hugged her thighs perfectly, followed by the pretty and sheer white lingerie set and bustier she had on. Her neck was adorned with a simple pearl necklace that matched her iridescent light makeup look. “How do I look?”

“Delicious,” You replied, pulling her into you by her waist as she laughed. Your lips connected to her neck as your hands roamed down to grab her ass. She moaned against your lips, scratching the base of your scalp before sliding her hands down to the front of your chest and pushing you away.

“Careful, you’ll ruin my makeup,” She whined, turning away to look at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall, and smiling once she made sure everything was still perfectly in place. “I’m about to stream.”

“Oh,” You said, pulling her in once again and smirking down at her. She looked at you with a playful grin, fingers playing with the buttons on your shirt. “Tell me I get to help with this one.”

She fake pouted, leaning up on the tip of her toes to give you a small peck. “Not this time.”

“Baby,” You whined, pulling her back by her hips when she tried to walk away, but not before admiring the way her ass looked in that thong. You kissed down the side of her neck, making her whine when you grazed your teeth over her soft skin. “Please, baby.”

“As much as I wish I could,” She took your arms and unwrapped them from around herself. “You’ve helped with every stream in the past month, to the point I’ve been getting comments that they want me by myself.”

You fake pouted, giving her your best puppy dog eyes, to which she laughed and cupped your cheek. “Next time baby,” She turned away and walked towards your spare room, which she used as her studio. She draped her long hair over her shoulder then looked back at you. “But there’s no one saying you can’t watch.”

She closed the door with a wink, leaving you slack jawed standing in the hallway. You snapped yourself out of it and moved to the couch, settling down and clicking on the app your girlfriend was about to get naked on.

You met Wanda long after she started her career as a cam girl, in fact, you subscribed to her and it was only a coincidence you ended up meeting at that club one night. Your relationship had been fast since then, you were completely infatuated with one another, and soon enough you’d moved in together. Wanda has only ever made you happy, and being a camgirl was her job. You didn’t think it was a big deal if she continued doing it and you sure as hell had fun helping her out with it.

Soon enough, you saw her face show up on the app. She started out with her usual routine, explaining the tip goals for her to do anything like usual. You watched her tips come in, enjoying the way she looked on the screen. Wanda started off playing with her chest over her bra, her soft moans making you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes glued to the way you could see her nipples harden through the sheer fabric. 

It wasn’t long until Wanda reached her first tip goal, meaning she would be taking her top off. You leaned forward in anticipation, watching as her tits spilled out of her bra. It didn’t matter how many times you’d watched her do this exact action, how many times you’d watched her tits bounce in front of you, every time was captivating. Her body was perfect, she was a goddess, and you were her devotee. You couldn’t get enough of her.

Your hand gripped the phone as she smirked at the camera and started shimmying her underwear off, you clenched your jaw and swallowed hard. She is breathtaking. You watched as Wanda showed herself off in different angles, lightly playing with herself and going slightly further every time she hit another tip goal.

“Fuck, Wanda,” You groaned as she switched her camera angle to show right between her legs. Wanda leaned back hand working between her thighs. You watched her dainty manicured fingers start circling her clit, moans filling the room. Her pussy was already soaked from her playing with herself, and knowing you were watching her drove her insane. She couldn’t care less about the tips coming in, or how many people were watching, the only person she cared about watching her was you. All her streams got better since she met you.

She brought herself closer and closer to the edge, her hips bucking up into her touch. You could feel your temperature rise, like steam coming up from your shoulders. You couldn’t wait until she was done. You watched as Wanda’s back arched in pleasure followed by the loud moan coming from her studio. 

“Fuck,” Wanda moaned, the same way she does when your strap is inside her and you knew at that moment exactly what she was thinking about. And like a good partner, you’d make sure she gets what she wants after a long day at work. 

You went into your room and put on Wanda’s favorite strap, the one that was private to the two of you, the one you knew made goosebumps erupt all over her skin. When you came out, it was just in time to settle back on the couch before she came out of her studio, clad in her fluffy pink robe. Wanda strutted over to you, moving to stand between your knees. You looked up at her with a lazy grin. She smiled down at you, fingertips trailing your shoulder.

“Did you like the stream?” She asked, biting her lip. Wanda didn’t need your validation but she wanted it.

“I fucking loved it, baby,” You answered honestly, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingers, scooting closer to the edge of the couch to run your hand up her legs through the slit of her robe. “You look so perfect.”

Wanda laughed, hand running through your hair as you tried snuggling your way to her skin through her robe. “You think so?”

“Oh yeah,” Your hand slid up higher to her inner thigh, squeezing her soft flesh. Wanda pulled your head away from her by your hair until your back was flush against the back pillow on the couch. She leaned over you, her face mere inches away from yours. Wanda’s eyes flicked down to the bulge on your pants before she smirked up at you.

“Aw,” She giggled, straddling your lap then sliding her hand down to grab your jaw. “Did that make you horny, baby?”

You groaned, her hips starting a slow rhythm against yours. She tilted her head to the side, gaze sending a wave of heat straight to your core. “You wanna fuck me so bad you went to get your strap, baby? What a good toy, didn’t even have to ask.”

Your hands gripped her hips as you fought against her hold on your jaw to kiss her. Her lips were just out of reach, she was holding you in place just because she knew she could.

“Wan,” You moaned trying to hold her closer. “Please.”

“Please, what?” She asked, leaning her face closer to you.

“Please let me fuck you,” You said, lips attaching to her jaw the second she let up her grip. She moaned as you continued kissing down to her neck, nails scratching against your scalp when your teeth grazed her skin. “Please, I want to make you cum on my cock.”

Wanda felt a shiver run down her back at your words. You always knew exactly what to say. She pulled your head back once again, lifting herself off your lap just enough so you could pull the strap out. You knew what to do.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” She rasped, sinking down on the strap. “Tell Mommy what you were thinking about while you were watching me.”

“Fuck, Mommy,” Wanda moaned at the title, starting to bounce on your lap. You reached up and slid the robe down her shoulders, giving yourself a perfect view of her tits. “I was thinking about this.”

You looked up at her as she threw her head back, Your hands on her hips guiding her movements. “Thinking about how much I wanted to see you bouncing on my cock,” You bit down softly on the soft flesh of her chest, making her moan out and hold you closer. “How pretty you look cumming for me.”

Wanda moaned out, her movements growing faster and sloppier the longer you continued. You gripped her hips harder, pulling her down roughly in just the way she liked. “Are you gonna cum for me, Mommy?”

Wanda gripped your hair, rolling her hips in search for more. You knew exactly what she wanted and were fast to react, putting your mouth on her nipple and pinching the other one between your fingers. Wanda moaned loudly, arching her back in pleasure as the strap hit her in just the right way. 

“Fuck, baby,” She moaned. “I-I’m gonna-”

You pushed her up almost until the strap was fully out before pulling her down in one last thrust, making her scream out in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Her body shook as you helped her through her high, enjoying all the sounds she made for you. She tiredly slumped against your shoulder, heavy breathing and eyelids threatening to close.

“Baby,” She mumbled, you hummed at her to continue as you ran your hand through her hair. “I think that was the best thing we’ve ever done.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #fic rec #bonky💡💕 #don’t mind me just barking

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barking crying screaming yelling frothing at the mouth THANK YOU

Daddy!wanda hcs

Smut below the cut 18+

A/n: this is for @frostedfaves cause it’s her birthday happy birthday . I’m also working rn so I can write more later

Sfw

Started off as neighbors in westview

Wanda had just gotten out of a huge breakup with Viz and needed a change of scene

Established herself in the small town as someone not to mess with within a year of living there.

Very mean unless she likes you.

Aka where you come in

Kinda innocent when you arrived into town and the older woman just ate you up

PETNAMES TO THE MAX

she’s especially fond of calling you petal all the time

“ you remind me of a petal of a flower”

Or doll

Takes her less than a year to have you living in her house once you fall madly in love with her

NSFW:

Loves being called daddy

Sir if she’s especially mad

Touchy asf all the time

Hands all over you all the fucking time

Loves when you wear short shorts all over the house to tease her

“ do you Wanda daddy to stop working sugar ? Does someone need daddy to show her who’s in charge?”

Straps are red

And big

Size kink with Wanda fr

A lot of the time due to her job, she’s stressed all the time so sex a lot of the time is Wanda fucking you like crazy which you love but she is also soft with you too

“ such a good baby for daddy, wish I could have you on my cock all the time sweetheart”.

An ass woman

You can’t convince me Wanda lives to see you with just one of her shirts on around the house, only to see you have a pretty pair of panties on that she can move to the side to fuck you.

Once fucking you by the window where her neighbor Agatha was sitting in her kitchen cause she caught you talking with her once.

Agatha totally didn’t fuck herself to the sight after

#especially with this gif PLEASE #my dearest lizard ily #wanda maximoff x reader #fic rec #wanda maximoff x reader smut

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crying screaming yelling shouting screeching hollering roaring howling sobbing (this is the best thing ever thank you)

Coming Home To You — Monica R

Summary: Your wife Monica, finally comes home after months of working in space with S.W.O.R.D. Her unexpected welcome home, is more than you had bargained for with her, but you definitely aren’t complaining.

Warnings: smut: fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (r!receiving), soft smut, small praise kink, nipple play, soft!top!monica, bottom!female!reader, etc. [ 18+ only! no men & no minors do not interact! ]

A/N: After watching the Marvels, I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and I’ve been wanting to expand my writing with different characters. So here is a my first Monica Rambeau fic, enjoy! :)

you do not have permission to re-post, translate, copy/plagiarize my work at all. all reblogs on tumblr are fine. pls do not label/report the proper labels/warnings are clearly stated above. © yelenas-poser.

— gif credit to owner — word count: 2.9k — all dividers are mine —

The faint jingle of Monica’s keys, as she pushed them into the lock twisting the knob as she slowly pushed the door open. Entering her home that she hadn’t seen in months, had felt a bit foreign to her than usual. Maybe she had gotten used to the time in space, but perhaps it was more than that.

As she shut and locked the door behind her, her eyes scanned the house and it was just the same as when she had left, just a few things were out of place but she didn’t mind. Flicking the light on, she scanned the space and found it just as tidy and clean as she could remember.

Placing her belongings in a hallway closet, deciding to attend to her things later, she maneuvered throughout the house, fingertips brushing up against the walls and numerous picture frames that covered the main hallway, feeling what she had missed.

Reaching the main bedroom, she quickly and quietly tiptoed into the room as she saw your sleeping figure. The low volume of the television was playing in the background, your favorite movie was on and Monica knew you’d put it on for background noise to keep you company when she couldn’t, and she was sure that it had gone on for the amount of time she was away.

Ridding herself of her current clothing, she walked over to the shared closet you had and picked out a fresh pair of clothes, changing into them and crawling into bed with you.

She knew that you’d be surprised, especially since she hadn’t told you that she was coming back home. She was debating whether to simply try and get some shut eye or to wake you up enough for you to not be as startled when you’d get up the next morning.

Of course, Monica was a woman who couldn’t resist when it came to her lovely wife and all she had wanted was for her body to be pressed into yours, and that’s exactly what she did. Scooting in closer to your warm body, she had wrapped her smooth arms around your middle and settled into the mattress, she’d let you sleep through the night and the morning would be a different story.

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Your morning routine was becoming a mundane and tiring thing, having gone to sleep and woken up alone and it was indeed taking a very heavy toll on you. However, this morning was very prominently different as you felt a sudden shift in weight pressed against you, and you definitely knew that wasn’t there the night before.

Quickly awake and on alert, you immediately began to stir in bed and quickly pushed off the extra weight. A familiar groan was met with the sudden push against the force of weight. In your sleep lulled haze, and the hard time you’d been having lately, you were very sure you were hallucinating.

Alas you indeed definitely weren’t hallucinating, your wife who had been gone for months, was in your bed with you and her face scrunched up with annoyance and shock. Her eyes opened, scanning the room to make sure she was not hallucinating. As the sleep had evaporated from your body, so did Monica’s as you both looked at one another in shock and glee.

You quickly tackled your wife, hearing a small chuckled out huff as you pushed back against the pillows instantly straddling her lap. You peppered kisses all over her face, watching a sleepy smile cover her plump brown lips. The person you had loved and missed so much, was finally reachable in front of you, instead of being seen through a screen for the past few months.

“Baby you’re here! When did you get back?!” You asked ecstatically, your hands grasping the sides of her face as you pressed your forehead against hers, taking in her scent and her entire being as if she would be called away on another mission and be ripped out of your grasp for months at any moment. “I missed you so much Mons.” You were completely overcome with emotions, the nickname you gave her slipping from your lips as tears had begun to flow down your cheeks as you clung to her, Monica’s own emotions had caught up to her as she too now had tears running down her cheeks.

“I got back last night, I didn’t want to wake you up so I decided to just get some sleep. I missed you so much too (y/n), so much honey.” She spoke, sniffling as she clung to you as if you were a second skin, scared to let go of you.

“H-how long are you staying for? I’m sure Fury needs you back-.” You were cut off by her lips on yours, a small smile settled on your lips as you felt her blindly wipe away your tears. “He doesn’t need me for a while, we did everything we needed to and he’ll page me, for strict emergencies only. I’m here to stay baby.”

You were over the moon with joy, content at the confirmation of her words that she wasn’t going away again anytime soon, you continued to kiss her, still not believing that this was real and you had your wife back in your arms, after many long painful months.

“I love you Monica, so much.” You spoke, lip’s grazing over the small gap between your lips. “I love you (y/n), so much.” With that, you continued to kiss your wife as you two had rolled over in your shared bed. Monica’s leg had settled between your semi exposed parted thighs, it wasn’t until Monica had pulled away from kissing you in order to admire her gorgeous wife.

Your sleeping attire had consisted of one of her old S.W.O.R.D training t-shirts and she specifically knew it was the one that had her last name written on the back of the shirt, this had lit a spark in the woman. Blame the fact that Monica had gone from pouring out her emotions to you with tears and to now being entirely turned on.

Months in space had taken a toll on her as well, and a big one besides the fact that she missed her wife, one was the intimacy she missed, and she knew all those long nights she had tried to pleasure herself in her cramped room on the ship, the intimacy she shared with you didn’t even compare to the way her fingers were deep inside her just a few weeks ago.

Suddenly, Monica had slammed her lips on yours as she slowly but eagerly began to trace the tip of her tongue, against your bottom lip. You moaned in surprise, but just as you noticed the switch that flipped in your wife, one had flipped inside you as well. You allowed her access, being deprived of the way you missed your wife’s touch was far too much for your liking, and you weren’t about to deny it after missing it for so long.

Your tongues had moved around in one another’s mouth as you kissed, sweet but wet desperate open mouth kisses had you both breathing heavily in a manner of a few short minutes. Your lips had briefly wrapped around the tip of her tongue, sucking on it as you looked up at her with hooded eyelids, a small moan left your wife’s lips and you forgot just how good her moans had sounded.

Your roaming hands, had found purchase as they trailed up the shirt she was wearing as you placed your palms flat against her back, forgetting how much you missed having sink on skin contact with her, to feel the smoothness of her back, fingertips tracing her shoulder blades, back and up the crevice of her neck.

Monica pulled off your lips, her hands eagerly reaching for the hem of your shirt as you had done the same thing. Pulling off one another’s shirts, you gaped at the sight of your wife, taking a moment to admire her exposed figure.

“God you’re beautiful, I missed you so much Mons.” You hummed, hands instantly going to grip at her sides, hands trailing up her middle until you reached her cleavage. Monica sat entranced at the sight of you half naked underneath her, mind memorizing every inch of you that was exposed to her. A sudden moan was pulled from her as your fingers twisted her nipples ever so slightly, hands palming at her breasts as you held them watching as her nipples began erect under your touch.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, I missed this baby, so much.” She hummed, small whines leaving her lips as you continued to play with her breasts and nipples, her hands doing the same thing to your own breasts, a small moan had left your lips and she’d almost forgotten how your moans sounded.

“Need you baby, I need you Monica.” You sighed out, hips bucking as you felt yourself becoming aroused at the way she was expertly playing with your breasts and nipples. Monica moaned at your desperate words, she missed when you were like this and she too was quickly becoming aroused but she wanted to put your pleasure first than hers.

Monica nodded, shifting so that she was between your thighs as she nudged them in order to part them more. She shimmied down your legs, hands trailing down the sides of your body as her mouth had placed kisses to your exposed upper body, a few marks had adorned your skin as she nipped softly at your flesh.

You had relished in the way she was acting, absolutely taking control of the situation and giving into your desperation. Her lips felt like heaven on your skin, missing what they felt like as you watched her make eye contact with you.

“Can I?” She hummed, as her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and she didn’t miss the small damn spot on the front of your panties, making the color of your panties darker than the rest. You nodded, slightly squirming as you watched her take them off and fling them somewhere on the bed.

Monica took in the sight of your glistening pussy, her fingertips had parted your folds and she was entranced by the way a slick string of arousal had connected your folds. The woman didn’t waste any time, she instantly licked a long sensual stripe up your folds from your entrance to your clit, the moan you let out was music to her ears. Her mouth had instantly parted more in order to drink in your taste, her tongue expertly swirling around your folds and drinking in your taste.

Your moans had filled the room, hands going to tangle in your wife’s luscious dark curls as you took in the feeling of her mouth on you. She hummed at your actions, sending vibrations throughout your body as she flicked her tongue across your clit and at the feeling of your hands tangled in her curls.

“Monica, fuck baby. I missed you, missed your mouth on me.” You babbled out, head tossed back against the pillows as your legs had rested against her shoulder, per her own actions. You knew she loved to guide you when she couldn’t tell you what to do, and she wanted to be absolutely buried between your legs and be as impossibly close to you as possible. Her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking as her teeth had ever so lightly nipped at your clit, making you yelp in surprise and pleasure.

“M-Monica, feels so good, i-it’s been too long.” You moaned, looking down at her as she was already making eye contact with you and it had thrown you for a loop. Her eyes held a sense of dominance but also held a sense of softness. You also knew your wife had a small praise kink here and there, especially when she couldn’t verbally respond or praise you and you were gradually fulfilling that for her.

Her tongue and mouth continued her ministrations on your clit, enjoying your taste and the flavor she had missed more than anything, she was devouring you like it was her last meal. She wasn’t rough or quick with it, but she took her time, slowly and sensually savoring you and how you felt against the fibers of her tongue. Your moans weren’t as obscene when she’d fuck you into oblivion, but they were slow signs of pleasure and breathless praises along with her name that flowed out of your mouth in a perfect melody.

Monica removed one of her hands that was grasping at your outer thighs, and moved it down to your entrance. Briefly taking a moment to readjust herself, her nose now hitting your pubic bone, and one finger circling your dripping entrance. With the slight readjustment she made, you caught a glimpse of how her chin had glistened with your wetness.

Your back had briefly arched off the bed, feeling her finger now circle at your entrance, asking for a way in and you were going to give it to her, you just didn’t know if you’d give her a way out once she was already inside you. You moaned, lifting your hips off the bed as she slowly began to push her way inside your hole and she felt the resistance, knowing that you hadn’t been stretched out for a while. Monica being the tease she was, pulled away from sucking at your clit, her face looking up at your blissed out state.

“You’re tight, haven’t been stretched out in a while huh princess?” Your brain turned to mush, that pet name was always one where you’d be putty in her hands, and well if it wasn’t obvious already you were already mush. You shook your head, finding that words would fail you right now and all you did was whine as she sunk into you. There was not much of a sting as it was only one finger, but as she pumped it in and out of you, she found your body giving into letting her add a second finger. “Is this okay?” She hummed, eyes darting back and forth between the way you were already soaking her hand, and the way your face contracted with pleasure.

“M-more than okay.” You sighed out, relaxing as you felt a bit of a stretch now from her adding in a second finger. She nodded, shifting so that she was now straddling you while her hand was in between your bodies, pumping in and out of your velvety walls. “I’ll go back to tasting you in a minute, just wanted to see you fall apart for me princess.” She spoke, watching as you grasped onto her shoulders as she fucked you with her fingers. “You feel so good wrapped around me, I’ve missed you like this, picturing this wasn’t enough to help me touch myself when I was away.” A whine mixed in with a gasp at her words had left your lips as you felt your cheeks heat up, the mental image alone of your wife pleasuring herself had you squeezing around her fingers like a vice.

“Mons, you feel so good. I’m so close, please don’t stop.” You shuddered out, the mixture of her words with the medium fast pace she was now setting, had you tumbling into your orgasm and you knew it wasn’t going to take long. Monica smirked, reaching down to connect her lips with yours as she curled her fingers in just the right spot. You brokenly moaned against her lips as you felt her thrust and curled her slender fingers into you, hitting all the right places to make you tick and shudder. “Monica Monica, f-fuck gonna cum.” You strangled out, her pace increasing as she nipped at your neck, body moving downwards as she kissed your breasts, stomach and all the way down to your clit.

Your body had started to trash around the bedsheets, moans and praises fell from your lips like a mantra, your hands once again tangling themselves into her black colored curls as she went back to sucking at your clit. With just a few more thrusts and sucks, she had you coming undone all over her fingers, her thrusts had slowed down but her tongue lapped at your folds, in order to push you through your orgasm more, she had almost forgotten what it was like to make you cum.

As Monica went to remove her fingers from inside you, you gently stopped her by grabbing her hand, to which your wife found this amusing. Instead, she went back to straddling you and you felt the damp spot on her panties brush against your thigh, your hands went out to reach at her breasts once again, and linger down her body as you took in her sight, your wetness and cum covering a bit of her chin before it was wiped away by the back of her hand. Your hands stopped at her panties, seeing the dark patch of her wetness covering the front part of her panties, her fingers where still inside you as you began to drag her panties down her legs, Monica got the message and sat up slightly, enough for you to kick them down to her ankles.

Your fingers came to trace her folds, watching her shudder above you as you touched her where she needed you the most. Your freehand, cupped the back of her neck as you brought her down to connect your lips. Monica obeyed, nodding against you as your finger had circled the opening of her folds where her clit was, all while she began to thrust her fingers into you again.

You both definitely weren’t leaving your bedroom anytime soon that morning.

#i love monica that is all #monica rambeau x reader #fic rec #thank you T Rainbow 🥰

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Iron Under Fire (Part 1)

Saxa Jutul x Magne Seier

Summary: What if Saxa and Magne's union would be enough to end up cancelling Ragnarok after all?

The Seier household, along with Saxa and her and Magne's newborn child are invited to dinner at Jutulheim. Nothing like a snowstorm/power outage duo in Edda though to cause them to get stuck there overnight - all parties ultimately having to come face to face with some uncomfortable circumstances and lingering emotions from past events. Who doesn’t love a little good ol’ family dysfunction?

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49968763/chapters/126162295

“Well, this is ridiculous,” Saxa huffed under her breath as the sight of Vidar and Ran came into view through the flurries of snow, who waited for them on the front steps of Jutulheim.

“What’s ridiculous is whoever's decision it was to carpool here,” Laurits scoffed, Saxa glimpsing him in the rear-view mirror still crammed into the backseat.

“Laurits,” Turid looked over her shoulder at him from the passenger seat, “it makes the most sense if we are all going to the same place, yeah? You should be showing some appreciation to Saxa for offering to drive us, it was very kind of her."

Laurits rolled his eyes and Turid rubbed her arm affectionately, a gesture Saxa only tolerated from her newly adoptive mother. She usually matched it with a forced smile, but even now she couldn’t muster a receptive response towards Turid as the pit in her stomach reached new depths. 

The same second the car was put into park, Laurits flung his door open with an exasperated groan, seat belt already off as he made a hurried exit. Saxa wasted no time in following, but instead hovered outside the driver side of the vehicle - the side that was obstructed from view of the place she used to call home and her "parents" that waited for them on the front steps.

“Do you want me to carry him?”

Saxa was jolted out of her deprecating thoughts, reeling back in her steely facade as she turned to face her lover. 

“No, I’ve got him,” she held out her arms expectantly, Magne gingerly depositing their son into Saxa’s hold. Magne stuffed his hands into his front pockets, shifting his weight back and forth between his heels awkwardly for a moment before leaning in to place a swift kiss to Saxa’s forehead, stepping around her to make his way up to the house after Laurits and Turid.

She glanced down at Magni, analyzing his features, searching his curious expression for something she couldn't quite place her finger on. Courage? Strength? Support? Regardless, it brought the necessary warmth to her chest that would help her face her family and their anticipated judgements.

With a deep, dreaded sigh, she straightened her shoulders as much as she could while simultaneously clutching Magni protectively to her chest, rounding the vehicle. She had been apprehensive since this dinner was proposed by Ran and Vidar. The two had been anxiously awaiting the meeting of their "grandchild", but weeks passed without Saxa bringing him around or offering for them to meet him. Saxa had avoided all inquiries regarding him up until now, aside from granting Vidar his name when she was prompted in some downtime at the office her first day back to work after giving birth to him. Her "parents" had been patient and given her space, but as they reached the third month of Magni being earthside - the waters were tested.

Saxa knew they had put Fjor up to it, an incoming text from him vibrating her phone on the bedside table a few nights ago. She'd picked it up, read the notification without unlocking her phone and then proceeded to show Magne who lied next to her. Spent, he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the screen, then to her.

"Are you ready?" he had asked.

She had swallowed with a shake of her head. "I never will be."

Yet here she was, approaching the front doors to her old residence, guarded and still unsure of why she had agreed to this in the first place.

Vidar and Ran were turned away from her, preoccupied with welcoming her companions inside when she reached the bottom of the steps. The pair turned back simultaneously, a faint gasp coming from Ran as Vidar’s lips upturned gradually into a smile. He was the one to break the tense silence, extending his arm in the direction of the entryway. “Come on in.”

The space looked near exactly the same from what she remembered. It had been about a year since she had last set foot in her previous home, a yearning bubbling up in her chest as the familiarity of it pulled at her in ways that she hadn’t expected.

“Wow, look at this place,” Turid stared in awe, Laurits unphased as he went and threw himself on one of the couches in the corner. He was over pretty often to see Vidar and frankly looked more at home here now than she did. 

“There you are!”

Before she could turn around to face him, Fjor clapped her on the back, jolting Magni just enough to wake him. She spun, a growl rising in her throat as her eyes flashed amber daggers at him. 

“Woah, hey,” Fjor threw his arms up in the air and took a step back, only then noting the bundle in her arms. “Holy shit.” 

Saxa hadn’t noticed when Magne had approached her side, too intent on the harm she wanted to inflict upon her brother for disturbing her son. Magne’s hand came to rest against her low back, Saxa hardly taking note.

A very odd sight for Fjor indeed. 

“Fjor,” Magne nodded to him in cordial greeting.

“Good to see you, Magne,” he nodded back with a smile. “And uh, nice to meet you, Magni,” he added, his voice softer as he looked down at the baby. Magni blinked up at the high ceilings, unphased and unaware.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” Vidar announced, coming over to them slowly with his arms clasped behind his back. He stopped an appropriate distance from the small group that had formed, beaming at Magni. Just uncomfortable enough, Saxa promptly ditched the trio and went to take a seat at the long dining table.

Turid was the first to join her at the table, sitting on her right, with Magne soon following and taking his place next to Saxa on her left. Vidar assisted Ran in bringing over the food - an assorted array of fancy appetizers and ample main dishes, Fjor charming Turid as he poured her a glass of wine. He took a precaution after last time and asked if her sons could partake, Turid hesitating momentarily before giving in.

Laurits joined them and once everyone was served, Fjor sat across from Saxa, giving her a lop-sided grin which she did not return. Ran and Vidar sat across from them, neither of them taking the seat at the head of the table. Odd - especially for Vidar.

They all ate without a word for the first part of the meal. Saxa stabbed at what she could manage with her fork, her other arm preoccupied while she subconsciously rocked Magni against her. Her family looked her way frequently, appraising eyes curious of the change Saxa had endured in the last year and the product of it. Ran's gaze was the most inquisitive yet somehow simultaneously unreadable, Saxa only able to imagine the spiteful thoughts going through her head right now.

"So, Magne," Vidar interrupted the silence, setting down his wine. "What are you up to now after graduating from school? Saxa hasn't been willing to answer any of my questions for the last several months." There was the slightest air of irritation to his tone at that last part, but Saxa noted how his shoulders then relaxed as he offered the young man a reassuring smile. Disgusting.

Magne startled slightly, hurrying to wipe his mouth with his napkin before placing it back over his lap. "Uh, I'm working as a garbage collector now and taking some online courses," he answered with a clearing of his throat.

Saxa couldn't blame him for his heightened anxiety tonight. Vidar had tried to kill him before, after all - and now everyone he loved and cared for was sitting directly across from the jötunn. Saxa discretely pressed the side of her calf against his in reassurance, continuing to rummage around her plate with her fork with no one the wiser. 

She side-eyed Ran whose face briefly twisted up in disdain at Magne's response, but Fjor's reaction was much more visceral.

"You're picking up trash? Come on Magne, there's gotta be something better you could be doing for work," Fjor gave him a look of disbelief. "Vidar and Saxa could probably even get you a job over at the company."

"I like it," Magne shrugged, "the work is simple and I finish early enough in the day. I get weekends off to focus on schoolwork and I'm able to be with Magni at the same time as Saxa. And it pays well," he added with a shrug and picked up his fork again.

Turid set down her wine, tilting her head in her son's direction to take a look at him as she beamed. "You should see Magne when the trash truck pulls up on our street," she then looked to the Jutul hosts, "He is so talented and strong and -" 

Magne groaned, "Mom-"

"Didn't know you had to have talent to pick up trash," Laurits interrupted as he continued to smirk to himself, sipping his wine.

Turid gasped, giving Laurits a shameful look. "Laurits!" she hissed, elbowing him just hard enough in the side. "Not at the dinner table."

Saxa wished this was the worst dysfunction she had seen at a dinner in all her lives, keeping her amusement to herself.

Ran then spoke for the first time that evening, silencing everyone with her steady conviction as she addressed Magne and Saxa directly. "You know, you both could save some money by not living in two places and just one." Ran wasted no time in getting to her point. "Why not here?"

Saxa's eyes immediately flitted to Vidar for his reaction to the proposal, then Fjor. Neithers' expression changed.

So this is why Saxa's family had wanted her to visit Jutulheim after all - a fancy dinner under the guise of asking her to move back in.

Suddenly, every light that was on began to flicker heavily. Even in the chaos, Saxa already knew every set of eyes was on Magne. Except for Turid's, of course, who looked around cluelessly next to her.

Saxa moved her leg from against his to kick him under the table, glaring sideways at him. Magne sputtered, shaking his head furiously, mouthing to her that it wasn't him. She didn't believe it.

What only lasted a matter of seconds felt like an eternity by the time the flickering ceased. 

"My goodness," Turid was still looking around bewildered, "it must be that snowstorm coming in. I heard it's going to be a pretty nasty one."

The electrical commotion must have been enough to rile up Magni because he started to fuss in Saxa's arms, drawing everyone's attention her way. Saxa instinctively dropped her fork and started to rock Magni again with both arms secured around him now, rubbing his back to further soothe him. She was unable to really give a fuck what anyone else may think of her as she took care of her son - that was until she felt Ran's gaze boring holes into her head.

Thank the gods for Laurits though.

"Hey, I wouldn't have to play babysitter with Jens if stepmom here took over," he motioned to Ran across from him, the blonde woman turning her glare on him instead. Ran's attention had successfully been diverted to her next target. "But if you're offering up a room, Jens and I would happily move in; this space is far bigger than his," Laurits continued before he shortly turned his concentration elsewhere. "Fjor, I've been meaning to ask you - isn't it weird that your sister is now living in your girlfriend's old house?"

"I'm not living in the house," Saxa spoke up finally with a sneer. She lowered her voice for Magni's sake, then, "I'm renting out the house portion of it to another family."

During the end of her pregnancy with Magni, Saxa had felt like she was going insane living in the Seier household. With Turid's constant check-ins (despite her ever-outpouring kindness) and Magne's hovering like she was going to break into a million tiny pieces at any given moment, the giant needed an escape - and back to Jutulheim wasn't an option she allowed herself. Still up for sale, she went ahead and purchased Gry's mother's old salon and the home that came attached above it. Magne had been equally shocked and saddened when it seemed she was moving out, especially since they had just decided on a color scheme for Magni's nursery (Laurit's old room).

She remembered taking his strong hands in hers gently, stepping into him as she batted her eyelashes up at him sweetly.

"I'm not going anywhere. Mama just needs some me-time, okay honey?"

Saxa almost recoiled presently at the gross memory. Why had she been like that? Oh yeah, she recalled. Even the giantess had succumbed to hormones.

And with that, the construction crew had then been hired and immediately got to work. Once the job had been completed a few weeks later, you never would have been able to guess the main floor had ever been a salon, or any kind of business to be honest. Saxa had put in a sitting area consisting of a couple couches and a coffee table, a desk and leather chair for a work space, and a kitchenette now taking up the far wall, with ceiling-high bookcases intermittent.

Saxa made it a habit of going into her newly-renovated place daily after work for a couple hours, relishing in the alone time even if it was just for a nap on the couch before she headed back home to Magne and Turid. Over time, she began to leave the factory earlier and earlier each day to work from her new "office". Even though she shared the large space with Vidar at the company and he was consistently friendly to her, being away from him brought her far more productivity and solitude.

"Yeah, it's a little weird to be honest," Fjor's response snapped her back to the present, meeting his gaze as he leaned back in his chair. "What do you do in there anyway?"

"I work, unlike some," she sneered.

"Woah, okay,"  Fjor threw up his hands in defeat, "whatever you say."

Saxa resorted back to holding Magni in one arm, letting out a huff as she resumed trying to cut her food with her fork. Her noise caught Turid's attention, who put down her own silverware hurriedly.

"I can hold him, dear, I don't mind," Turid offered with open arms and a great big smile. "I'm about done with my food anyways."

Saxa scanned the dinner table, realizing almost everyone's plates were nearly finished except for her own. Only then did she give in, carefully passing Magni into Turid's outstretched arms. He stirred at the movement but quickly settled again with his grandmother. This time, Saxa felt Magne's calf press against hers. She was grateful for it.

Saxa continued to eat then, checking on Magni out of the corner of her eye frequently. He snoozed in Turid's arms without protest, Magne unable to help himself either by reclining back in his chair slightly to catch a glimpse of him every so often.

Saxa eventually finished eating, the last of them to do so. She offered her untouched glass of wine to Turid, who accepted it merrily.

"Something wrong, Saxa?" 

Ran had watched the exchange, tilting her head out of curiosity as she crossed her arms over herself.

"Nothing's wrong," Saxa shrugged, placing her used cutlery onto her plate.

"I've never seen you pass up a good glass of wine before. Is there something you're wanting to tell us?" Ran wondered with a condescending smirk.

Saxa's brows furrowed in confusion before she pieced together what Ran was insinuating. Her eyes instantly flashed amber, Magne grabbing her thigh under the table in warning. The snarl that ended up escaping her lips instead was nothing compared to what she truly wanted to unleash on the woman across from her that she had once called "mother".

"I have to breastfeed my son later. Not that you would know anything about that."

Saxa could feel how everyone at the table tensed simultaneously. Fjor looked back and forth wide-eyed between Saxa and Ran while Turid's mouth hung open, eyes darting around the table in panic before switching the topic as quickly as she possibly could.

"You have really outdone yourselves here," Turid motioned to the finished spread before them. "I could never recreate any of this myself. I'll have to get the recipe for that sauce you used on the lobster, it was to die for."

Turid drawled on but no one at the table seemed to be listening. At least Saxa wasn't, and by the looks on Magne and Ran's faces they weren't either.

"Glad you think so, Turid," Vidar responded with a tight-lipped smile. "We'll have to see if we can send you guys home with any leftovers."

Saxa wondered if that meant the evening was coming to a close by that comment, but she should have guessed it was too good to be true just yet.

"Oh!" Turid exclaimed, "I almost forgot; I made brownies for everyone! They're out in the car." She turned to Laurits, motioning with her head to the entrance. "Can you please go get them, Laurits?" 

Laurits did not hold back his exasperation at the simple task. He got up at his own pace and trudged away, muttering under his breath.

Turid grinned at everyone at the table but unfortunately nobody was able to match her energy. She faltered slightly, content in turning her attention back to Magni.

"Hey, mom?" Laurits called back over his shoulder from where he stood, snow blowing in past him through the open doors. "I think the power's out in Edda again."

-

That finale's still got me in heavy denial.

Part 2 coming soon, lmk if you'd like to be tagged xoxo

#saxa jutul #magne seier #ragnarok netflix #ragnarok au #fic rec #finally I can stop pretending I didn’t already know about this

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this story has so many enticing details that I just eat up every single time. I’m on my knees begging for the next part. also very conflicted here bc I’m soft for wanda but I want [redacted] things from natasha. (if we’re being fr I want [redacted] things from both)

the more that you say the less i know

part 3 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!wanda maximoff x vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader

summary: things become more complicated between you, natasha and wanda. a dangerous prophecy is revealed.

warnings: blood, biting, blood sucking, blood consumption, vampires, witches, groping

a/n: took a while but here it is!

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 4.9k | feedback is always welcome

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Natasha held your face against hers, her hand softly cupping your chin as you kissed her back. Her lips were soft, gentle. You felt stuck in a trance as her tongue slipped into your mouth. Your hands slid up to her waist, pulling her into you. Natasha smiled against your lips, taking the opportunity to straddle your hips. 

Your heart beat loud in your chest, your hands drifting down to Natasha’s thighs. The redhead’s hand drifted down to your throat, making you moan against her lips. She trailed her lips down to your neck, her strong fingers expertly forcing your head to the side. You could feel her sharp fangs grazing along the length of your neck.

Natasha felt drunk on your scent, mouth watering the longer she spent nestled in the crook of your neck. Your hands entangled in her long red hair, pulling at the roots making her groan against your skin. You felt her hips grind against yours as you sighed in pleasure, holding her against you. Natasha wasn’t sure what took over her, she didn’t know if it was the way your nails scraped her scalp, or the way you trailed your hand down to her hip to pull her impossibly closer to you. Her fangs sank into your skin in the midst of lustful breathy moans, eliciting a surprised gasp from you, eyes previously shut in pleasure now wide open in shock.

Your shock was short-lived as Natasha’s actions suddenly caught up to her and she found the will to pull away. The redhead’s expression almost mirrored yours, her wide pitch black eyes threw you off, her previous vibrant green completely gone. She blinked, her color starting to come back as she relaxed once again.

“Fuck, I- I’m sorry,” She pushed your hair to the side to check on the damage she’d done to find the small marks on your neck has already faded to pink, almost invisible. She tilted her head before looking back at you.

“I heal fast,” You giggled, noticing a smear of your blood on the corner of her lip. You cupped her face, her breath hitching as she watched your eyes focus on the spot on her face and felt as your thumb wiped the blood from her skin. “You got something there.”

Your whole body burned as Natasha took the tip of your thumb past her lips, sucking the digit clean. Your mouth fell agape, her warm tongue swirling over your finger before she pulled back and released it with a smirk. 

“I’ve never tasted blood so sweet,” She said, leaning closer, eyes lingering on where her teeth had previously been. She felt her mouth water once again, the small amount she had eliciting an intense craving she never knew she could feel. She was hooked. 

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” You answered truthfully, subtly pulling her closer. Your lips met hers once again, quickly evolving into something needier, more desperate. Natasha couldn’t get enough. Her lips once again trailed to your jaw and you could feel her hesitation in the way her body tensed atop yours. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” She pulled away at your voice as your hands found her hair again. “You can have another taste.”

“Are you sure?” Natasha’s eyes sparkled, mouth watering at the thought of tasting you again. You nodded, pulling her in once again, letting her tongue explore your mouth before you leaned your head back, letting her have unrestricted access to your neck.

She kissed down the column of your neck as her hands came up to your chest. Even over your shirt, her hands found the perfect spots that sent goosebumps down your arms and a moan past your lips. She smirked against your skin, enjoying the way her name sounded from your lips. Her tongue licked a stripe down your neck back to your pulse point. Her fangs sank into your skin once again, making your nails dig into her skin and your eyes roll to the back of your head as she sucked, the pain from your neck and pleasure from her hands on your chest driving you crazy. 

Natasha sucked fervently. A steady flow of your blood filling her mouth perfectly, keeping her in a trance. She could hear small moans from you, your grip on her faltering as you became light headed. She noticed your state and immediately pulled away, licking over your puncture wounds before she watched them heal over.

“Maybe that’s enough for today, don’t you think, sweetness?” She kissed your cheek as you blinked back into consciousness. You felt her thumbs brush over your nipples before she gave your tits one last squeeze. You moaned as her lips met yours again, her teeth tugging at your bottom lip. 

Your hands slid down to her arms as she pulled away from you, your eyes fluttering back open as you felt yourself quickly recovering. Natasha’s thumb ran over your bottom lip. “Let’s get you back to your room.”

-

Wanda felt guilty. She shouldn't. What she had with Yelena wasn’t anything serious, it was casual at best. So why did this knot in her stomach feel so heavy? Wanda sat on the couch of the lobby, picking at her nails as Yelena read a book next to her. Her hand made its way to Wanda’s thigh, breaking her concentration on her nails. Wanda slid Yelena’s hand off her thigh just as fast as it got there before crossing her legs, catching the other woman’s attention.

“What’s this about?” The blonde asked, turning to Wanda who kept her eyes on her hands.

“Nothing,” She answered, taking a breath and finally turning to her. “I’m just not feeling it tonight.”

“You’re not feeling my hand on your thigh?” She put her book down on her other side, watching as Wanda bit the inside of her cheek in nervousness. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the girl you walked in here hand in hand with, right?”

“You saw that?” Wanda asked, her head turning towards Yelena but refusing to make eye contact.

“Yeah, I saw it,” She answered. “Why are you so nervous about it?”

Wanda finally looked up at her. “You know we’re not serious, it’s fine.”

“I know, it’s just-” Wanda was at a loss of words. She knew they weren’t serious, but she still felt so guilty. “She means a lot to me.”

“How can she mean so much to you? Wanda, I’ve known you for almost a decade and I’ve never seen her.”

“I knew her from before,” She answered, feeling the need to defend you. “From before all this.”

“Oh, is she a vampire too?” Yelena was intrigued, it wasn’t often they ran into other vampires in this town.

“No, she’s a witch,” Wanda answered, Yelena’s demeanor changed almost instantly. 

“Wanda, you have to be careful,” The blonde warned. “Witches have ulterior motives, plus the blood moon is coming up, I wouldn’t get too close.”

“Yelena, she’s my person,” Wanda wanted to have you in her arms again. “She wouldn’t hurt me.”

“That’s exactly why I’m telling you to be careful, you’re exactly the type of person she would need to get the chalice.”

Wanda was taken aback. You wouldn’t do that to her. But why else would you just show up right before the blood moon?

“Just be careful,” Yelena sighed. Wanda leaned back against the back of the couch, a concentrated furrow between her eyebrows. You seemed just as surprised to see her, but maybe you just tricked Wanda to think that. The brunette’s thoughts swirled in her head, you were the first witch she’d met. Wanda had been told they were wiped from existence a long time ago, before she even came back to town. She needed to find out why you were here.

—

“Are you gonna be okay for the night?” Natasha asked, her hand on your lower back guiding you down the hallway towards your door. You smiled, turning towards her once you reached your door.

“I think so,” You said, letting Natasha run her eyes over your body and pull you closer by your waist. You get lost in her green eyes for what feels like the millionth time that night, feeling all your thoughts melt away as you gazed into her eyes. 

“You sure?” Natasha’s back hit the wall as your bodies pressed together, you hadn’t even realized you were leaning into her. Not that you were complaining. Natasha let your hands roam, enjoying your touch against her skin. 

“Um,” You were at a loss for words again, Natasha’s presence was intense. You couldn’t remember why you wanted to be alone. 

The clearing of a throat brought you out of the moment. You didn’t catch Natasha’s eye roll as you turned towards Wanda, who was awkwardly standing in the hallway. She didn’t like seeing you this close to Natasha, and after the moment the two of you had shared earlier, she felt hurt. But she couldn’t blame you, the look you sent her from the elevator playing over and over again in her mind. 

“Wanda,” Her round eyes stared back at you, just as caught off guard by the scene in front of her. Your eyes fell to the floor, feeling as though you’d done something wrong. Your moment with Wanda in the woods replayed in your mind. This wasn’t like you, you were confused. Natasha looked between you and Wanda, a smug smirk on her face. 

“I’ll let you be then,” Natasha leaned in, her lips pressing against your cheek and lingering there as if to show off for Wanda. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You pried your eyes off the floor and sent Natasha a small smile, before turning towards your door. 

“Y/N,” Wanda said, reaching forward to keep you from going into your room. “Please, can we talk?”

You considered it, your brain felt overworked. You felt like you’d had enough for one day. “I’m tired, Wanda. Unlike you, I actually need sleep.”

“Please, Y/N,” Wanda persisted, your grip on the door handle faltering. “Let me explain—”

“Explain how you kissed me then acted like you didn’t know me?” You felt mad at her all over again. You didn’t like feeling mad at Wanda, but you were hurt, and you didn’t know how else to react.

“I was caught off guard,” Wanda answered, she tugged on your hand to make you look at her again. Wanda felt seen under your gaze. “It’s been three centuries, I never thought you coming back into my life was even a possibility.”

You finally met her gaze. You saw the sincerity in her eyes, and felt terrible for what you did with Natasha. You felt like you’d had an out of body experience. You remember wanting to do everything you did, but you couldn’t regret it more now. Your hand went up to wipe against your neck, you felt dirty. Wanda’s eyes followed your hand, her enhanced vision catching the faint bite mark on your skin. She felt a pang in her chest at the site. Natasha had gotten so much more of you than Wanda wanted anyone to have within such a short amount of time. 

“Do you wanna come in?” You hoped she would, you wanted the comfort of her embrace again. 

Wanda sent you a shy smile, nodding her head before you pushed the door open. She followed you in, taking the room in and smiling at how you’d made it feel so homey in such a short amount of time. 

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m just gonna change,” You said. You picked up a shirt and loose shorts from your duffel bag, before walking into the bathroom. With one wave of your arms over your body you cleaned up and got ready for bed. Wanda had just enough time to sit on the bed before you came out of the bathroom, clean and wearing your pajamas. She looked surprised. “What? I’m tired, I don’t wanna waste time taking a shower if I don’t have to.”

Wanda smiled, a small laugh falling from her lips. “Nothing, I just… forgot.”

You looked up at her as you took off your necklace, the old pendant making a clink as you set it down on the table.

“Is that,” Wanda started, standing up to look at the necklace closely. “Is this the necklace we stole?”

You looked down, suddenly embarrassed at your most prized possession. “Yes.”

Wanda ran her fingertips over the metal heart, remembering the day she realized she was in love with you. You’d been running around town all day, jumping between shops just because you could. The necklace had caught Wanda’s eyes but was way too expensive for her to afford. You snatched it before the store clerk kicked the two of you out and you ran to the woods. You gave Wanda the necklace, she wore it until the day she “died”.

“I can’t believe you still have it,” Wanda said, looking at you. She tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, raising your chin up to look at her.

“I like feeling you close to me,” You said, leaning closer to the other woman. Wanda smiled, pulling you closer to her. Your hand cupped her face, the warmth in your chest growing as you still took her in. You couldn’t believe you had her again. Then you felt terrible all over again. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Wanda said. “Can we start over?”

Your thumb ran over her cheekbone, pulling her face closer to place a lingering kiss on her cheek. “Of course.”

Wanda held you close to her, she missed you more than words could explain. You felt it too. Your head rested against her shoulder, you felt at ease. Wanda’s chest shook as she chuckled at your yawn, pulling you away from her. 

“Time for bed?” She chuckled. You frowned.

“Don’t make fun,” You whined. “It’s not my fault you haven’t taken a nap in three centuries.”

“It’s not mine either, I can’t.”

“Do you want to?” You wiggled your eyebrows, making the brunette laugh. “Stay with me?”

“As long as you want me to,” She replied. You smiled and motioned for her to get into the bed before you settled next to her, laying your head on her chest. Wanda ran her fingers through your hair, making your eyelids heavier and heavier. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” You answered sleepily. “Shoot.”

“Why did you come back to Willowcrest?” She asked, holding her breath waiting for the answer. You started drawing patterns on Wanda’s stomach, where her shirt had ridden up.

“The blood moon,” You answered. You felt Wanda’s body tense, you looked up at her questioningly before turning to click the lights off. “What?”

“What about the blood moon?” Her voice was restricted, careful.

“Why do you sound so worried, Wanda?” You asked, pulling away from her. The moonlight shining through your window provided just enough light to see Wanda’s eyes on you. 

“Just answer the question,” Wanda sounded almost scared, your eyebrows knitted together, you found her cold hand under the covers. 

“Willowcrest is the only known place with natural blood crystals in its bedrock,” You replied, averting your eyes from Wanda’s intense gaze. “The combination of the crystals and the moon are said to amplify a nature witch’s powers. It’s the only way to communicate with the spiritual realm. I need Dorothea.”

Wanda felt you squeeze her hand, and saw a tear roll down your cheek to the pillow under your head. She pulled you closer, letting you nuzzle into her. “I need you to talk to Melina.”

“Who’s Melina again?” You asked, you remember her mentioning her at the diner.

“She’s the matriarch here,” Wanda answered, her hand rubbing up and down your back. “I think you should talk to her.”

You yawned again, your eyelid getting harder and harder to keep open. You mumbled something about it being tomorrow’s problem before you drifted into a deep sleep, for the first time in a long time being able to fall asleep safely in Wanda’s arms. 

Wanda spent the night running her hand through your hair or up and down your back. She let herself drown in your atmosphere, in your scent. She missed you. She never wanted to leave you again. Her enhanced vision allowed her to see the small healed over translucent scars you’d acquired over the years. The normal person wouldn’t be able to notice any markings, but to her eyes she saw every little scratch you’d ever had. She felt a need to protect you. 

Sometime during the night Wanda made a promise to herself. For so many years she berated herself for leaving you, for only ever thinking to look for you many years after a normal human would be alive. When she came back to Willowcrest, a landslide had destroyed many city records, she had no idea where you ended up. The church had surprisingly stayed intact, undamaged. Wanda swore she would stay by your side as long as you wanted her.

When the sun peeked over the horizon, Wanda smiled at the way your skin glimmered in the sunlight. It lasted just for a few minutes, she guessed it had something to do with the light being the very first rays of light of the day. It wasn’t long after that that you stirred awake, a smile immediately gracing your features when Wanda ran her hands over your hair. 

You and Wanda had a pleasant morning together. She allowed you to wake up slowly as the sun rose higher into the sky. She took you to a cozy little cafe not too far from the hotel, she said they had the best breakfast sandwiches in town. You wondered how she knew. She said you spend too much time reading vampire romance novels, then explained vampires eat normal food too, blood just sustains them better. Throughout the morning Wanda was preoccupied checking her phone, getting text message alerts every time she put the device down.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” You asked. “I’m a big girl, I can find something to do.”

“More like somewhere you need to be,” Wanda said, as you sent her a questioning look as you took another bite of your sandwich. “Remember how I told you you should talk to Melina last night? Apparently someone told her you’re a witch and now she wants to meet you.”

You put the sandwich down, your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to piece things together. “Why does she need to meet me so urgently?”

“I don’t know, malysh,” You fought back a smile at Wanda’s old nickname for you, letting her take your hand from across the table. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’ll go meet her,” You said, before squeezing Wanda’s hand. “As long as you’re there.”

“I’ll be there as long as you want me.”

—

You held onto Wanda’s hand tightly as you walked into the large hall. There were several people lounging around the space, you recognized the blonde on the couch by the bookshelves. Her gaze flew over the rim of the book straight to you as you walked slightly behind Wanda towards the large double doors at the back wall of the room. 

Wanda’s hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze, making you look at her face as she looked back at you. Wanda looked so comfortable in the space and around the people who lived here. Seeing her like this made you happy, as it was a sharp contrast to the girl who used to shy away in a crowd all those years ago. You, on the other hand, could feel all the unfamiliar gazes on you. They knew you were different, it made you hold your breath as you finally reached the door.

“Wanda,” She turned to you before she could push the door open. “I’m nervous.”

Wanda smiled, cupping your face and pulling you in for a small, sweet kiss on your cheek. “You have nothing to worry about, love.”

You took a deep breath before sending Wanda a small nod, letting her push the heavy doors open. The doors opened to reveal a large room with high ceilings, the back wall had large windows overlooking the garden behind the hotel and forest beyond the garden. A large desk was placed in front of the windows, with old books and maps littered over the top. The chair faced away from you, where you assumed Melina was sitting. Large bookshelves covered the walls on either side of you, and although the room was meant to be a cozy space, you couldn’t feel colder. 

“Melina,” Wanda said, prompting the older woman sitting on the chair to swivel around to face you. Her features were soft and seemed almost gentle for someone who exuded such a powerful energy. A smile appeared on her face, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit more comfortable. 

“Wanda, lovely to see you,” Her voice filled the quiet room. You could identify a hint of a Russian accent as she spoke, only intriguing you even more. “This must be your old witch friend.”

“She’s an old friend, who’s a witch,” Wanda corrected, pulling you to stand next to her instead of half behind her. 

“I’m Y/N,” You said. “It’s nice to meet you, Melina.”

“Welcome back to Willowcrest, Y/N,” She motioned for you to take a seat in front of her desk. As you stepped forward your eyes landed on the open book on her desk. You recognized the writing. It was witchcraft. “I believe you’ve met my daughter Natasha,” She motioned to the corner of the room where Natasha looked through the bookshelf before turning to face you. She nodded, sending you a small wink before turning back to her work. “My other daughter Yelena was out in the hall, I’m sure Wanda will introduce the two of you in due time.”

You looked up at Wanda to see her looking at her shoes, giving you the impression Yelena was the blonde from the lobby. As your eyes continued to scan the pages, you started getting a gut feeling you weren’t gonna like what Melina wanted to talk to you about. 

“What can I do for you?” You asked, eyes moving from the pages to her face. 

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay, Wanda,” Melina put her hand up, stopping Wanda. Natasha approached the table, handing Melina a small, older looking book. Melina flipped through the pages before finding what she was looking for and turning the book towards you. “Are you familiar with the Blood Moon Prophecy?”

“Um,” You took the book from her hands, scanning the pages. You didn’t recognize the language, however you recognized some of the emblems and symbols on the page. “I’m not, no.”

“The prophecy says that in the event of a Blood Moon the only of their kind can find a way to the Blood Chalice, which can grant those who drink from it, the power of life.” Your eyebrows scrunched, examining the page closely. Your fingers glowed purple as you ran it over the page, attempting to translate the words on the page to no avail. “The book is protected by an ancient spell, it can’t be tampered with.”

“This chalice sounds dangerous, Melina,” You said, closing the book and placing it in front of you. “Why do you need it?”

“I want to bring the love of my life back to life,” She said, looking forlornly at Natasha, who had looked back at her at her confession. “He was killed several years ago, and I haven’t felt safe enough to leave the hotel ever since.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” You shuffled in your seat, not feeling right about any of this. “But messing with the universe’s balance is complicated and dangerous. Besides, I’m not the only one of my kind, there are plenty of other witches out there.”

“When was the last time you saw one?” She asked, taking you by surprise. You’ve always been alone, and it had been a long time since you saw another witch but that doesn’t mean there aren’t anymore around. “A nature witch?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but truthfully, the last nature witch you met was Dorothea. “It still sounds like it should be left alone.”

“So you don’t want to save your kind?” She asked. You felt like the air froze as you looked at her wide eyed. Wanda placed her hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “You can use the chalice to create more nature witches. Your creator is the one who hid the chalice, I believe you’re the one that can find it.”

“Dorothea?” You definitely felt like this Chalice should be left alone now. “I don’t remember her using a Chalice to create me.”

“You don’t think she wiped your memory?” Melina asked, taking a drink of the dark red liquid in the wine glass. Her eyes flickered to Natasha standing behind you before flicking back to you, her dark brown eyes turning completely black at the taste of blood.

“You’re not making the case you think you are, Melina,” Wanda’s head turned towards you in disbelief. You held no loyalty to this person. You were grateful she took Wanda in and gave her a family, but that had nothing to do with you. “If Dorothea wiped the Chalice from my memory, I trust that it was for a good reason.”

“Or a selfish one,” She replied. Your jaw clenched. 

“This isn’t very convincing.”

“Y/N,” Natasha said, making you turn to her. Her eyes were still surprisingly green even at such close proximity to blood. You could even smell it. “I know we want the Chalice to help bring back Alexei, but think about it, if we know where it is, we can keep it safe, you can help keep it safe.”

The more she talked, it felt like things started to get more complicated in your mind. Their side started to make sense, things became hazier. All they wanted was to bring a loved one back, a single person. That didn’t seem so bad, then you could either put it back where it was or keep it somewhere safe where you’d know where it is. Maybe Melina did have a point.

Wanda watched your exchange, knowing Natasha had a certain way of convincing people to get her way. She could almost see the wheels turning in your head. She didn’t want you to make a decision you would regret later. 

“Just think about it, Y/N,” Wanda broke your gaze with Natasha, making your head turn to her. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now.”

Melina’s jaw clenched as she stared at Wanda, Natasha’s eyes also focused on the brunette. You shook your head, feeling like a fog had been cleared. 

“I’ll think about it, Melina,” You turned to Melina and gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’ll let you know when I make a decision.”

Her hard expression quickly morphed into a forced smile towards you, before she nodded. “You do that then, I’ll be awaiting your decision.”

The sound of the chair scraping against the floor filled the suddenly tension filled room. You sent Natasha a quick glance before looking at Wanda behind her. You walked past the two women towards the door, Wanda starting to turn to follow your lead.

“Wanda,” Melina said, making the brunette freeze in her tracks. “Stay a second.”

“I’ll meet you outside,” You told Wanda, desperately needing a breath of fresh air. You almost broke into a sprint the second you walked past the large doors to Melina’s office. You made your way to the back of the hotel, past the garden at the edge of the woods, out of sight from the window in Melina’s office. 

You took a deep breath, leaning against a tall pine tree in an attempt to calm your nerves. Now that you’d left the room, you’d noticed just how intense the energy inside felt. The sound of a stick breaking far into the woods startled you, making your head turn to the side. Sometimes you felt like nature whispered the things you needed to know right into your ear. Someone was in there.

As you walked further into the woods, you felt goosebumps emerge all over your body, there was an unknown energy present. Shivers went down your spine the more you walked, starting to see streaks of a deeper purple than you were used to on the ground, glowing in the direction you were heading. 

As you approached a clearing, you could make out the shape of someone levitating a few feet from the ground in a sitting position. You watched as she performed what you could only guess to be an energy spell, sucking up the forest’s energy to balance out her own. It was a common practice among witches of your kind, but you could tell she was different. You hid behind a tree while you watched her descend, then stand up, dusting off her cloak from the now dry grass below her.

“You can come say hi, honey, I don’t bite,” She said, her back facing you. You held your breath, how did she know you were there, you were as silent as possible. “I could feel you from a mile away.”

She turned in your direction, the tree in front of you crumbling away into dust. You took a few steps closer into the clearing, the witch smiling brightly at you. 

“I’m Agatha,” She said, her eyes starting to glow purple. “It’s nice to finally meet another witch.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #bonky you've done it again 😮‍💨 #fic rec

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needed this like air; thank you so much 🩷

30 with wandanat pls!!!

Ooooooooooooooooo

30. “To you, I can admit that I’m just too soft for all of it.”

Warnings: exhaustion, hurt/comfort, fluff

send me a Taylor lyric prompt

It wasn’t uncommon for you to be tired and exhausted after a long day filled with classes and extracurriculars. Especially on your last year of university, things were starting to stress you out very quickly.

In this particular day however, you hadn’t gotten even a second to yourself. You had three long classes stuffed with meetings in between. You had to eat lunch while leading a meeting for the club you were president of. Not to mention the mountain of schoolwork that still awaited you when you got home. It was all too much.

You managed to send a couple of texts to your girlfriends who didn’t hesitate to tell you to come over to the compound, worried if they left you by yourself, you wouldn’t take the time to tend to your basic needs. Natasha said she would pick you up but a last minute meeting whisked both redheads away from you.

When you exited the elevator to their apartment floor, it was empty, the two still stuck at the meeting. Natasha sent Wanda a look across the table once she received a notification from Jarvis that you had arrived.

After the two made an excuse to slip out of the ridiculously long meeting that could’ve been an email, they hurried to get to you.

They found you curled up on the couch, silent tears sliding down your cheeks as everything inside you yelled at you to get work done but your body just simply couldn’t move. You were exhausted.

“Baby,” Wanda said, sitting next to you on the couch and using her power to easily slide you over so you could lay your head on her lap. Her fingers slid through your hair as Natasha’s hand rubbed up and down your back. “We’re here, my love.”

You felt your body slowly start relaxing under their touch, their presence immediately engulfing you in warmth. It made you cry harder. Wanda sent Natasha a worried glance, the older woman gave her a reassuring looking, taking your hand in hers.

“I can’t do it.” You buried your head against Wanda’s thigh, tears staining the fabric of her sweats. “I can’t do it all.”

Natasha tucked your hair behind your ear before swiping her thumb under your eyes, encouraging you to continue.

“All day, I didn’t get a single second to myself, without someone telling me to do something, or yelling at me about something that’s out of my control, I can’t take it anymore,” You hiccuped. “I’m just too soft for all of it.”

“Sweetheart,” Natasha’s soft voice reached your ears, bringing your attention down to her as you attempted to control your breathing. “You had an excruciatingly busy day, you are doing your very best, and you are doing an incredible job at it. Can you take a little bit of time to be here with us? Then we can help you figure out the rest.”

You nodded, looking up at Wanda whose eyes gave you a sense of serenity. “How about I make us dinner?”

“Can you make that one that I like?” You asked, Wanda was an incredible cook, and Sokovian food was quickly becoming one of your favorites.

“I know the one,” Wanda giggled. You sat up so Wanda could get up to go to the kitchen, before you were quickly pulled into Natasha’s embrace. Your head fit perfectly in the crook of her neck.

“I’m proud of you,” Natasha said, giving you a kiss on top of your head. You looked up at her, fresh tears flooding your vision. She leaned down, her soft lips connecting with yours. “It’s okay to be a little soft sometimes, but don’t forget how strong you are. You’ll dust yourself off, and hold your head up high. You know you’ve always got me and Wands right here with you.”

She gave you another quick kiss as you left your remaining tears roll down your cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

#sighs really loudly #wandanat x reader #bonky💡💕

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I’m begging you not to perceive me. I’m a whore and I’m in love (god i love this milf)

girls just want to have fun ⁘ w. maximoff

listen I just... saw a tiktok yesterday and I had to get this out of my system... enjoy milf Wanda makeout sessions.. I just feel like the "I'll teach you" trope is criminally underrated

please don't flag this fic, I have warnings clearly labeled

80s milf!Wanda AU. masterlist. wc: 1.4k cw: 18+ only please. smut adjacent? talks of sex. heavy petting ig is what it's called. lots of kisses. soft dom!Wanda. perv!reader, but innocent-ish. groping. mommy kink. light dirty talk? let me know if I missed anything

"You've never had a woman's tongue in your mouth?"

Your no was barely above a whisper, shaking your head in earnest. Sitting on her couch close enough for your thighs to be brushing while her boys took their afternoon nap upstairs was surreal enough; you didn't have it in you to lie straight to Wanda's face. "I-I... have been kissed before..."

They were always fumbly, awkward things, mostly given after a few drinks or stolen between short walks from the car to your front door. Nothing deep enough to be considered a real kiss, even when you'd gotten far enough to have a girlfriend for a little while.

"And here I was thinking you were some kind of expert with how intensely you've been watching me over the past couple of weeks," Wanda laughed as you hung your head; she could practically see the steam coming out of your ears. A gentle hand rubbed your hot cheeks, coaxing your anxious eyes back up to meet eager ones. "Don't worry, honey. I'll teach you what you need to know."

Soft lips pressed against yours before you could utter another word, slow and practiced motions guiding where you remained stunned. Her thumbs grazing your jaw had your mouth parting just enough to grant Wanda's tongue entrance, the tip of the smooth muscle tracing the line of your bottom teeth before sliding over your still tongue. Your deep groan resonated through both of your mouths, the corners of Wanda's mouth turning upwards into a smile.

It was intoxicatingly sweet how quickly she could affect you, especially given her initial worry you'd reject her both for being older and having never been in a relationship with another woman. Apparently you were inexperienced in your own ways and damn if it didn't make Wanda that much more attracted to you.

As the brunette pulled back, shaky hands darted out to grab at her hips, your fists balling into her striped shirt in case she had any ideas about moving further away. "Mommy, noo..."

"Mommy?" If bolting down the street was an option, you'd have taken it, your uttered words mortifying you more than you could've ever imagined. Sure, the title had passed your lips before, but only in the privacy of your own home. To your credit though, this scenario was always a fantasy; your poor brain didn't have time to censor yourself.

Embarrassed as you were, you huddled into her, burying your face in the crook of her neck for any kind of respite. Wanda didn't let you cower for long, though, wrenching you away despite your pitiful protests. "Oh you're precious, please don't hide. You want another kiss, sweet pea?"

"Yes please-" Manners always went a long way with Wanda; the added please might've been the only thing that kept her from chastising how unceremoniously you pulled her in for a second kiss, arms wound around the older woman's neck to crash her into you.

This time as your lips locked, Wanda's hands wandered, shamelessly tapping at your knee until your legs parted, an easy request giving her access to your bare inner thighs. Perfectly manicured fingernails raked gently over your soft skin, tantalizing made up patterns leaving you shuddering as you eagerly welcomed her tongue on yours again.

"And have you let anyone touch you here before?" Her fingertips brushed over your center, electric even through your denim shorts. When you nodded, Wanda felt her own sting of jealousy, annoyed at whichever faceless human got to you before she could. She shook the feeling away, vowing inwardly that if she wouldn't be your first, she'd be your last.

"Naughty girl.. did you like it?" Filters gone in place of your need, you managed a quiet moan of a yes, remembering past orgasms and inserting Wanda into them instead.

Subtle as Wanda tried to be, you sensed her disappointment and peppered her face with desperate kisses, "I don't want them anymore... just you."

And you meant it; Wanda trumped any girl that'd ever been on your radar. Caring, self-assured, and oh so very flirty, it took no time at all for her obsession with her to grow and to whatever extent she wanted you too, there was no way you'd ever pass her up.

It pained Wanda to admit your sweet admission made her grumpiness subside, she wasn't known to waver so easily for anyone but her children, but she'd much rather see you smiling than distressed- in this context at least. "Fine then, you'll get to teach me something and we'll learn together, how's that?"

You agreed instantly, offering sloppy kisses down the column of Wanda's pale throat while needy hands grabbed her wrist, holding her in place to rut against. It didn't matter there were two layers of fabric barriers, you needed whatever friction you could get, body rendered desperate from the mere notion of Wanda's long fingers stretching you open. "Teach me now?"

If she wasn't so Type A maybe she'd have lingered, but alas, Wanda had tasks to do. Besides, there was nothing wrong with leaving something for her new lover to look forward to. "Oh honey, I can't. Not now, I have to get dinner started before nap time's over."

"Please, I can be quick?" Whines echoed from your lips to her exposed sternum where you'd been laying your latest set of kisses. Truly you were merely going off how fast you'd brought yourself to orgasm while thinking of Wanda in the past; it never took long once your brain wandered to how pretty you think she'd look laid out on display, one hand teasing her full breasts and the other working tirelessly at her clit, needy and calling out your name...

The one time you'd caught her was burned into your memory forever.

"You deserve better than 'quick' for your firsts with me," Someone would think she was kicking you out for good with the fuss you were making, wiggling and grinding into her open palm before she wrenched it away. Wanda gave you one last proper kiss, tongue licking over your lips to apologize for the red swell she'd caused in them, and then she was up like it was nothing, standing and stretching, ignoring your fruitless pawing.

A nuzzle and tug of your hair settled you, the subtle dominance reminding you to behave. "Be a good girl and stay for dinner, I'm making your favorite. If you want, you can stay over too; Billy and Tommy have been begging for a sleepover with their favorite babysitter."

"As long as you don't make me eat brussel sprouts again," You would've stayed anyways; you always used any excuse you could to stay near her. Sleeping over wasn't new really, having fallen asleep on the couch numerous times when watching the twins and groggily waking to Wanda tucking a thick blanket over you and, if she thought you were snoozing, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You weren't technically their babysitter, just a neighbor who'd clung to Wanda since the day she showed up at your door with a charming smile and welcome basket. With how much you loved hanging out with the pair of five year olds, it was natural Wanda ask you to watch them for an afternoon here or there and you can't think of a time you'd ever denied her requests. Even when it meant sleeping in your crush's living room and trying not to touch yourself to the thought of Wanda sleeping -or not sleeping- in a bed right above your head.

Today though, something in her voice led you to believe you'd be somewhere cozier than the couch. If your mouth didn't get you in trouble first. "You know, most girls wouldn't make me wait hours... are you sure we can't-"

"I'll make you wait days if it means you'll learn patience." Wanda hummed, bending over to hold your face in her hands, admiring your comically blown pupils and rosy cheeks, "If you ever think about letting anyone else come close to touching your greedy little pussy, you'll both have hell to pay. Got it?"

Her tone was so serious, deadly straight expression letting on just how much she meant what she said, but as she scratched behind your ears, you melted. Lovestruck face willingly on display while you agreed, shamelessly ogling the view of her tits while Wanda was folded over, there was no way you'd fuck this glorious opportunity up now. "Never ever, promise."

#MOTTSYYYYY you’re perfect ily #wanda maximoff x reader #mottsy 🧸

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DO NOT PERCEIVE ME AS THE WHORE I AM

7 and 8 with mommy wanda making r say it 🤭 thanks for being a whore ily 💕

live laugh be a whore, also this is ceo!wanda and assistant!r from the obey universe

as part of the friends and family special, this is a little longer than a blurb

warning: fingering (r receiving), mommy kink, office sex, strap on use (r receiving), a little humiliation, light spanking, orgasm denial

7. “You can take it.” / 8. “I can take it.”

"Come to my office, Y/N," Wanda said, bringing your attention from your computer screen to her as she walked past your desk into her office. She had just returned from a meeting and by her tone of voice it did not go her way. She slammed the door once she was fully in her office, making you flinch and turn your eyes to Celeste who was sitting across the room from you.

Celeste sipped her water with wide eyes, her eyes moving from Wanda's door to you. 'Good luck,' She mouthed across the room. You swallowed hard, standing up and fixing your attire before walking into her office. You were hesitant to breathe as you softly closed the door behind you.

"Leave your underwear by the door," Wanda said, barely even acknowledging you as her fingers typed away on her keyboard. You were frozen in place, earning a hard gaze from the older woman. "Now."

"Mommy," You voice was soft as you slid your underwear down your legs. You didn't understand why she was mad at you. You swallowed hard as you approached her desk, she sensed your hesitation and took a deep breath.

"Come here, baby," She said, leaning back on her chair so you could sit on her lap. She instantly slid her hands around your middle, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck. "You're gonna have to be very quiet, we're still on the clock."

"Mommy," You whispered as one of her hands drifted down to between your thighs, causing your skirt to bunch up by your hips. You released a shaky breath as her fingers started circling your clit. Her lips sucked on the skin of your neck, being careful not to leave a mark. It would be suspicious if you went into her office with a (rare) clear neck and returned with dark bruises littering your neck and cleavage.

"Shhh," She groaned into your neck, speeding up the pattern on your clit. You release a small breathy moan, bucking your hips into her hand.

"Need more," You whined, gripping her arm. "Please, Mommy, I need- I need your fingers."

"I know what you need, baby," She whispered in your ear, teeth tugging at your earlobe. She spread your legs over hers, pulling your underwear to the side so she could run her fingers over your soaked cunt. "All this for me, baby?"

You couldn't help but moan. You could feel her lips on your neck as her fingers continued their movements. It wasn't long until Wanda grew frustrated with your underwear getting in the way. You heard fabric ripping with Wanda's grunt into your ear.

"Mommy," You whined. "That one was new."

"I'll buy you a new one, baby, you don't have to worry," She said, pushing you off her lap and bent over her desk, knocking some of her things off the surface. "Now you just be my pretty little play toy and stay quiet."

Your gripped the edge of her desk as you felt her run her fingers over your pussy, spreading it between her two fingers. She stood up behind you, slowly sliding the tip of her strap over your folds. Your eyes went wide as you looked back at her.

"That's- that's too big," Your voice shook in anticipation, arching your back to give her more access. You couldn't wait to be filled with her strap.

"You can take it," She said, starting to slowly push the strap into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she continued her movements. "Can't you baby?"

"I can take it, Mommy," You moaned as she suddenly snapped her hips into you.

"Be quiet, baby," She gripped your hips as she pulled back out, the strap already completely covered in your arousal. "You don't want the whole office to know you're my little cockslut do you?"

You whined, biting down on the edge of her desk as she started to pump into you. Her hand came down against your ass, making your skin burn. Her manicured nails dug into your hips as she continued to fuck you, grunting under her breath as she let out her frustrations. It was hard to contain your moans, the strap hitting all the right places as you neared the edge.

"Mommy," You whispered, looking back at Wanda, her eyes glued to the way you were taking her cock. "I-I'm gonna c-cum."

"Not yet, baby," You whined as she pulled out of you then turned you around on her desk. She pulled your shirt open, popping the buttons on your shirt. Her hands groped your chest as she pushed the strap back into you. Your hands held onto her wrists as you arched into her touch, doing your best to stay quiet. "You're doing so good, princess."

You were barely coherent, mind focused on the way she was making you feel. You were so close, desperate for a release.

"Look at you, all spread open for Mommy," Wanda pulled out her phone, quickly snapping a picture of you taking her. She couldn't help it, you looked so perfect just like this, trying your best not to cum with your he thrown back and clothes half ripped off your body. You couldn't help but release another moan, forgetting the office was, in fact, still full of people. Wanda smacked your face before gripping your chin, pulling you up so you could look in her eyes.

"Mommy told you to be quiet, slut," She pulled out of you, your eyes filling with tears at the loss of contact. Wanda pulled on the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling out a vibrator and slipping it inside you. "If you can't learn your lesson I'll put that pretty mouth to good use."

She moved you to kneel on the floor, clicking on her phone screen a few times before you felt the vibrations start. You looked up at her, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. She cupped your chin and cooed.

"You did this to yourself, baby," She sat back on her chair, roughly gripping your hair and guiding your mouth to the strap. "If you suck Mommy's cock well enough, maybe I'll let you cum."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader smut #I FUCKING LOVE CEO WANDA LOOK AWAYYYYY #bonky you've done it again 😮‍💨 #bonky💡💕 #fic rec

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just your local fake carol fan reading amazing fics about her again, don’t mind me

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 — 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝗗

Summary: You decide to distract your girlfriend, while she plays video games online with her friends.

Warnings: smut — oral & fingering (carol!receiving), overstimulation, top!reader, bottom!carol, love bites, etc. 18+ only, no men & no minors DNI! — word count: 3.8k —

A/N: Carol’s growing on me so I decided to whip this up and this is what my mind came up with, I hope y’all enjoy! - pls do not report or flag this fic, the proper community labels are in the tags below.

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You didn't know whether it was the fact that you had been a bit needier than usual, but when you had arrived home from work, you didn't expect to see the sight that welcomed you home in the living room.

Your girlfriend was sprawled out on the couch, legs lifted up and resting against the arm of the couch, shirt bunched up slightly, her panties on display and you could see her nipples peeking through her shirt. Her blonde hair which was usually flowing behind her shoulders, was wavy and damp. Meaning that she was freshly out of the shower before you came home.

"Hey baby! How was work?" She beamed, shifting so that she was sitting up making room for you to sit. You smiled, kicking off your shoes and settling on the couch for a moment beside your girlfriend.

You watched her lean up, leaning in to kiss you which you happily accepted, smiling into the kiss you realized how much you missed her, since leaving for work in the morning.

"It was okay, a bit tiring but glad I'm home with my girl." You confessed, letting your hands trail up her legs stopping right at her upper thigh. She smiled at you, kissing you once more before settling to her original position.

"But what are you going to do? You seem very comfortable laying here." You quipped, letting your eyes trail down her body once more, getting up off the couch and taking off your clothes for the day as you gravitated towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm actually about to hop on a call with Nat and Val to play a game. Also babe I was thinking about dinner, why don't we order in? I know you had a long day and you don't need to be cooking right now." She answered, hearing the sympathetic tone amongst the many clacks and clicks she was making while setting up her gaming set.

"What are you in the mood for? I'm thinking Chinese or something else, pizza maybe?" She added, watching you come out dressed in one of her t-shirts and lounge shorts.

"Chinese sounds good, want something spicy and savory actually, when do you want me to call and order it?"

Carol hummed, checking the time on her phone as she picked her headset, flipping the mic down so that it was by her lips. You couldn't help but crinkle your nose at how cute and nerdy she looked, forbid the outside world knew superheroes had actual hobbies outside of saving the world and galaxy.

"Maybe in an hour or so? Depends, if you're hungry you can order it now babe, I'll eat later." She responded, crossing her legs, allowing you room to sit on the couch.

"In an hour sounds good. You spoke, eyes yet again trailing on your girlfriends every move and you couldn't help but bite the inside of your lip, you had to have her and you had to have her at some point tonight.

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"Darn it! Fuck off Romanoff, you took my weapon!"

Carol shouted as she jammed her fingers against the controller, you chuckled at how into the game she was, you on the other hand struggled to order your take out order while in the same room as her. You shook your head, smiling slightly as you walked into your shared bedroom, shutting the door to muffle her enthusiastic energy for just a moment.

You continued on, placing the Chinese food take out order and making sure you got the order correct before confirming it with the woman on the phone.

“Food should be here in about 45 minutes babe, how’s the game coming along?” You asked, taking a seat next to her, after getting your wallet out and handy for when the food came; shifting so that you were now sprawled out against the couch, your leg’s landing across her lap. Watching as she gracefully took them, pulling her hand away from the controller for a moment to run her fingers up your smooth bare legs.

“It’s going, I’ve died like twice already but it’s totally Val’s fault.” She quipped, and you could hear Valkyrie’s exclamatory muffled voice coming through the headset. “Headset’s kinda squeezing my brain though, might have to give it a break.” She spoke, groaning slightly as she removed one end of headset off her ear and finding relief in the object, finally away from pressing against her skull.

“Why don’t you take a break baby?” You suggested, swinging your feet from side to side on her lap, making her run her hand up your bare leg again. “You’ve been at it for almost two hours, and the food should be here soon.” You spoke, watching her shift away from the screen and look towards you.

“You’re right, I should probably use the bathroom and get some water, I can watch them play a bit and spend time with my girl.” She said, giving in and telling Nat and Val that she’d hop on again in a bit. You made a move to get off the couch, allowing her to get up and going to fetch her a glass of water, but she was quick to stop your actions.

“Just lay there and look pretty sugar, I’ll be right back.” You nodded, feeling your cheeks flush at the pet name as you watched her walk away, she was still in the same attire as earlier and it was making your wandering mind harder to resist pouncing on her.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna hop off the voice channel for a bit. Darn headset is squeezing my brain.” She spoke after she got settled once again, but you had other plans right now. After hearing the faint muffled agreements she chucked the headset off, making sure to turn it off and placing it on the coffee table.

“Wanna come sit on my lap? I’ll play for another thirty minutes before the food comes.” She spoke, grabbing the controller again, and patting her lap, you happily smiled. Nodding, you crawled over and placed yourself on her lap sideways, your back resting against the arm of the couch and your bottom half hanging between her lap and the couch cushions.

“Thank you for ordering the food baby, good choice for a take out night.” She spoke, unpausing the game and jamming her fingers against the controller once again.

You leaned into her, head resting against the crook of her neck, breathing her scent in and finding comfort in being wrapped up in her arms like this.

Your fingers trailed down the front of her shirt, nose nudging against her flesh, your lips moving to place a kiss on the skin, and then another and another. Carol shifted in her seat, fingers still moving on the controller as she played, no doubt she didn’t get a smidge distracted by you kissing her neck.

Your hand dropped from her front, moving down across her stomach as you pushed your fingertips into the fabric of her shirt until you felt her stomach, then your fingers trailed down and up the hem of her shirt. Carol’s breath hitched as she felt your hands come into contact with her stomach and up the front of her chest.

“Sugar, what are you doing?” She asked, the further up your hand went, the more distracted she had started to get by the moment, barely paying attention to her game. Going to far as even letting herself get injured in the game due to what you were doing.

“Me? Nothing, I’m just here admiring my girl playing her little video games.” You spoke, knowing well what you were up to, and so did Carol, but she didn’t have time to rebuttal your response, as your fingertips shimmied into the waistband of her underwear.

“Can you play your game while I play with you?” You spoke, teeth darting out to nip at the soft flesh of her skin, earning a gasp and whine to leave her lips. “Think you can do that for me baby?” You husked, hand moving closer to her folds.

“Y-yes, I can do that for you. Please.” You pulled back in surprise, watching her become putty under your touch. “Please, what?” You hummed, pushing one of your fingers against her folds. “Please touch me.” She whined, bucking her hips slightly up and off the couch. You continued to kiss her neck, more eager this time and you finally slipped a finger inside her folds, your middle finger resting against her clit, starting to circle it lightly. You moaned slightly at the wetness that was already starting to form between her legs.

“Already getting wet for me? Wonder if you wanted me to fuck you since I walked in the door, wearing this get up. Knowing it makes you fucking irresistible.” You spoke, moving your finger side to side against her clit.

Carol gasped and whined, fingers failing to keep focusing on the buttons on the controller. You smirked, slowing your pace down and watching her almost instantly regain control on the game. You were so glad her headset was off, relishing in the pretty little sounds she was making while you touched her. Feeling her wetness seep onto your finger, watching the way her body practically gave into you.

“You like that? Knowing that I’m getting you off while your friends are online? Getting to touch this sweet little pussy. Wanna taste you, can I do that hm?”

“Fuck, mhm yes.” Carol managed to strangle out, nodding her head at your words, not caring or knowing what part she was agreeing to. You gave her clit a few more strokes, before removing your fingers out from her underwear; your body and hers adjusting to move into a new position.

You settled between her legs, kneeling down in front of her as you pushed her knees apart, admiring the small wet patch on her gray panties. You grabbed her calves, pulling her forward and to the edge of the couch cushions with a harsh tug, Carol gasped at the sudden roughness but she wasn’t complaining.

You hooked your fingers into the hem of her panties, swiftly pulling them down, once they were discarded on the floor, you grabbed her legs tossing them over your shoulders as you moved in closer, the back of her thighs were now resting against your shoulder blades and her feet were semi planted against the coffee table for extra support, and to not drop all of her dead weight on you; which you wouldn’t complain if that was the case.

You licked your lips, looking at the sight that greeted you, her eager glistening pussy was just leaking with attention and arousal. You groaned softly, grabbing her inner thighs and slightly parting them more. You wanted to savor the moment, wanting to make her even more wet than she already was. You turned your head sideways, lips kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs, your hands placing themselves on the top of her kneecaps.

Carol watched you with intent, eyes scanning your every move and squirming underneath you. Her controller was now discarded to the side, not caring if her character died or if her friends continued playing without her, all she wanted was you right now.

You kissed, and sucked at her meaty thighs, moaning slightly whenever you passed one of her thigh muscles causing her to flex even more. You nibbled and sucked marks into the flesh, relishing in the sloppy trail of kisses and saliva you left on her thighs.

You felt her hips buck as you finally pulled away from marking her after a few minutes, you looked up at her with a small smirk and lips slightly swollen from peppering her in marks and kisses.

“Is my girl eager, hm? Does she want my mouth on her pussy?” You taunted, fingers rolling the hem of her shirt up and letting it rest against her stomach, your mouth again dove in and peppered small kisses to her stomach. You felt one of her hands come up and reach behind your head, fingers digging into the strands of your hair.

“Yes, p-please I need you so badly.” She groaned, feeling her slick arousal seeping out onto the couch cushions and down her ass. You hummed, kissing down her stomach and down the top of her pussy, making her jerk in response.

You obeyed her plea, moving down to her folds and licking a long stripe across her folds, licking up her arousal in the process. Moaning at her taste and loving the way she was already practically dripping down your chin. You began to swirl your tongue up and down her folds, inflicting a groan to come from the woman above you, watching her dip her head down in a moan.

You moved your tongue against her clit, flicking at it with the tip of your tongue for a bit, giving her bundle of nerves small kitten licks, and then fully taking her clit against your mouth, and sucking on it while simultaneously flicking your tongue against it. This had Carol withering, moaning as you were pleasuring her, her hand digging into your strands of hair was now digging into your scalp, keeping your head still but allowing you to set the pace.

You continued lapping at her pussy, moaning against it and closing your eyes as you got lost in the way she tasted. Grabbing onto her upper thighs, and squeezing them, hearing her moan and slightly hiss as you clamped down on the fresh marks that were littered on her thighs. You opened your eyes again, looking at your girlfriend as she was full of blissful pleasure. A small sheet of sweat was starting to form around her neck and forehead, you opened your mouth a bit more, slowly and carefully nibbling at her clit while switching between sucking and biting.

Carol threw her head back in a loud moan, cries leaving her lips as she withers under you, her breathing picking up and you could feel her starting to grind her hips up. You let go of her with a pop, a whine left her lips and just as she was about to ask you why you stopped, but instead she was cut off when she felt two fingers circling her entrance.

She huffed, a sweet whine falling from her lips as she moved her hips up, shimming even further down the couch cushions. She tugged a bit at your hair, tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation.

“Want my fingers, pretty girl?” You husked, and Carol thought you looked even more beautiful than what you already were, with how you looked like right now. Her juices covering your mouth and chin, your blissed out face and the way your eyes held something primal behind them.

“Please, want your fingers baby.” She whined, it was pathetic how needy she was for you, how needy you made her and how fucked out she already was, but you liked her like this, wasn’t that often that you were able to be in this position and be the one in charge.

You hummed, eyes connecting down to where your fingers were, pushing into her and feeling them go in with no resistance, hearing her moan at the intrusive feeling. You decided to go halfway in, pulling out just enough to drive back in again; setting a small pace to get her used to it despite how wet she was.

Once you were satisfied with your pace, you drove in further and deeper until you were bottomed out inside her. She groaned, screwing her eyes shut as you just kept your fingers inside her, going back to pay attention to her clit. Her hand was now painfully tangled in your hair but you could care less, you lived for these rare moments where you got to please your girlfriend, and watch her fall apart for you.

“M-move please move, need you to fuck me.” She rasped, eyes opening as she looked down and saw how your bodies were connected. Shuddering at the sight as she subconsciously clenched around you, you didn’t waste any time; withdrawing your fingers just enough to move and set a steady pace where you pumped in and out of her.

She wantonly moaned, one hand gripping the couch cushions beside her and the other had stuffed your face into her body, your nose hitting her lower stomach. You worked simultaneously, fingering her and eating her out, loving the sounds you were inflicting from the woman you loved the most. Curling your fingers into her while picking up the pace inside her and working your skilled tongue on her sweet bundles of nerves, even going as far as spelling her name with your tongue; which she was oblivious to.

She began to grind her hips up with your movements, getting progressively louder by the second and you were thankful that you lived on the top floor at the very end, sure if someone had passed by maybe they’d hear her but the walls and floor boards were pretty thick.

“Right there right there, f-fuck don’t stop.” She strangled out, feeling herself reach her peak as she felt her clit twitch with every movement you were now making. “So so close, m’close, faster please.” She begged, hips stuttering as she failed to keep her pace, but luckily you were doing it for her. Fingers began to pump incredibly fast and with the way you were curling them inside her, you could feel her twitching and tightening around your fingers, obvious signs that she was about to orgasm.

You worked even faster with your tongue, the simultaneousness of your fingers and tongue on her pussy were beginning to catch up with her and become too much, her whole body had started to jerk underneath you.

She was a mess no doubt about that, her juices were dripping down her tighs, coating them in sticky wet slick and dripping down onto the couch beneath you, thankfully it was leather and could be easily cleaned then cloth would be.

“Oh gonna cum, fuck baby I’m gonna c-cum.” She bubbled out, high pitched moans leaving her lips and she dug into your scalp, you moved one of your hands up her stomach and she grabbed it, lacing your fingers together and placing your hands down onto the couch.

A loud high pitched moan left her throat, hips flattering as she released onto your fingers, groaning as the only thing she could do was let herself tumble head first into her orgasm. You hummed, sending vibrations as you moved your head side to side, making her yelp as she was still releasing onto your fingers.

“S-sensitive, fuck baby too sensitive, oh god fuck.” She cried, uncontrollably withering in your grasp, her hand clamping down against yours and squeezing it so hard that you figured she’d been able to fracture it. You could feel the heat radiating off her body as her powers had started to come in but not enough to hurt you.

You knew you were overstimulating her, and you loved it. The way she kept moaning and stuttering out incoherent sentences had made you want more, and you were getting it now. You wanted to keep making her cum, sneakily adding a third finger into her gaping wet hole, the one you just wanted to use.

You moved off her clit, deciding to give her some bit of relief but you still continued to pump your fingers inside her at an ungodly pace. She kept moaning and your name falling from her lips like a mantra and you were drunk on the sounds you were drawing out from her.

“Feel good baby? Just one more sweets, give me one more.” You husked, enchanted with the way she looked, strands of hair sticking to her forehead, hooded eyes, and her mouth open strings of curse words and pretty little noises coming out of it.

She nodded frantically, agreeing with your statement and slurring her words as she agreed with you. She was absolutely ethereal with how fucked out she was for you, you stood up, and her eyes followed you. You pushed her back and made her lay flat on the couch, you straddled her while still keeping your fingers inside her.

You bent down, capturing her lips with yours and you moaned in unison, you continued your pace as you felt your wrist starting to burn with soreness, but you could tell she was close.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over me.” You rasped, swallowing her moans as you felt her gush over your fingers, momentarily breaking the kiss so that she could moan out your name, you followed suit by taking her bottom lip between your teeth.

You both panted, pressing your forehead against hers as you slowly kissed her. You withdrew your fingers from her, hearing her whine at the loss of contact, you pulled away from her and brought your hand between yourselves, briefly acknowledging the mess she made all over the couch and thighs.

You opened your mouth, about to lick your fingers clean but she grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to her mouth.

“Let me.”

You watched intently as she opened her mouth, taking your slick coated fingers into the confines of her warm wet mouth and felt her begin to suck your fingers clean, you felt your own pussy twitch and throb at her action. In your blissed out state, you quickly grabbed your phone checking the time and seeing you had five minutes to spare before the food came, completely forgetting about it since you just had your own personal meal.

“You did so good for me baby, but let’s get you cleaned up yeah? Food’s almost here and you need to eat after I’ve had my way with you.” You smirked, watching her cheeks flush pink.

She captured your lips once more, kissing you softly and lovingly. You hummed against her lips, breathing in and getting lost in the feeling of her lips. As you got up off of her, letting her calm down post orgasm you fixed yourself up, grabbing money from the table and going to the door in order to wait for your food, Carol completely blissed out, had forgotten about the game she was playing until she turned her head.

Grabbing her phone she shot a quick text to the group chat she had with her friends, making up an excuse and finding the strength to shut off the game and switch it to the regular tv channels.

Carol hummed, cheeks flushed and her whole body on fire as she was still exposed on the couch, watching you move around the apartment and the smell of food had suddenly filled her nostrils, her stomach grumbling had made her realize just how hungry she was.

“Let’s get you cleaned up Danvers, then we’ll eat.” You spoke, pecking her lips as you retrieved to your shared room, and she could faintly hear you rummaging through the bathroom.

Carol smiled to herself, you could distract her anytime if it meant she got the same treatment she got tonight, anytime you decided to distract her.

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#carol danvers smut #fic rec #Tee Rainbow 🫶🏾

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Can you do Wanda and Reader - power bottom Wanda / top reader

With reader saying

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.” 

Thank you 😊

i've been wanting to write a power bottom wanda or nat fic for so long

warnings: strap on use (wanda receiving), implied oral (r giving)

Your hands gripped Wanda's hips as she rocked against you, she moaned against you when you pulled at her bottom lip with your teeth, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the back of your neck. When she pulled away, her breath was laboured, her eyes glossed over with lust. She cupped your jaw, running her thumb over your bottom lip, making you whine.

"Tell me what you want," She said, a hint of her accent flowing into her words. You leaned forward to connect your lips to her chest, one of your hands coming up to play with her nipple. She moaned, bring her hand to your hair and pulling your face away. "That's not telling me."

"Wanda, please," You gripped her hips once again, pressing your strap up against her. Her eyebrows rose prompting you to keep going. "I want you to ride me."

"That's better," She said, lifting her hips off yours so you could pull out the strap. You lifted her skirt and pushed her underwear to the side before she started slowly sinking down onto the strap. She watched as your eyes stayed glued to the way she took the strap so well. Wanda moaned, starting to bounce up and down.

"Fuck, baby," You groaned, guiding her hips. She looked down at you, back arching as the strap hit exactly where she wanted.

"God, you look so good beneath me," Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as you started playing with her clit, her hips stuttering as she was brought closer to the edge. You gripped her hips and started fucking up into her, her body falling over yours as she climaxed.

"And you looks so good cumming for me," You whispered into her ear, her body shuddering at your tone. You lifted her off the strap, gently flipping her onto the couch before kneeling between her thighs. Wanda ran her fingers through your hair once she regained her senses, making you look up at her.

"You know what to do."

#barking screaming yelling sobbing #bonky you've done it again 😮‍💨 #bonky💡💕

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sound the alarms 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 it’s an unplanned

WHORE WEDNESDAY

haven’t done one of these in a while huh… in an attempt to get inspired and writing again I’ll be taking blurb requests, they’ll very likely be very short.

you can use this prompt list or send me your own idea/prompt. it doesn’t have to be smutty!

🚩reminder: as always, 18+ only 🚩

let’s keep it to wanda, nat, and carol (and any combination of the three 🤭)

send in your requests! i’ll probably do this for a couple days!

#bonky💡💕

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YOU DIDNT LMAOOOOO this is the funniest thing ever omg

obey

ceo!wanda maximoff x assistant!reader

summary: your girlfriend corrects you when you just couldn't help yourself

warnings: mommy kink, pillow humping, wanda calls r pet, heavy use of petnames, orgasm denial, wands slaps r once, dacryphilia, cum strap, wanda is mean but also really soft, breeding kink

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

words: 4.2k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

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“Bye, Celeste,” You said with a smile as the older assistant picked up her coat to leave the office, attention turning back to your screen as you typed away on your keyboard. 

“Bye, Y/N, have a good weekend,” She said as she walked through the door towards the elevator. Your eyes focused on the small clock at the corner of your screen. You clicked random places on the screen, having to pretend to be doing something just a little while longer before you could finally go into your girlfriend’s office.

You and Wanda had been dating for about two years now. No one in the office knew about it except the head of the HR department who Wanda swore to secrecy. You didn’t want everybody in the office to view you just as Wanda’s little toy, which you very much were, but you were also excellent at your job. Handling the CEO’s personal and professional commitments was no easy task. 

As you heard the doors of the elevator close, you sprung off your seat, gathering your personal items into your bag before quickly sliding your underwear off. For the last few work hours all you could think about was the strap your girlfriend left the house packing and everything you wanted to do with it. 

You knocked on her door before walking into her office and dropping your bag at one of the plush chairs by the door of the large room. You took a second to appreciate the view behind your girlfriend’s desk. You were in the tallest building around and the view from the floor to ceiling windows gave you a great view of the bustling city under you. 

“Good evening, Ms Maximoff,” You said, walking around her desk and swiveling her chair to face you. You cupped her face with your hand before leaning down to kiss her beautiful soft lips. You felt her hum into the kiss, enjoying finally having you to herself. 

“Good evening, sweetheart,” She said, pulling you onto her lap. You easily straddled her, your face settling into the crook of her neck like it did every night. “I just have a few more things to wrap up, shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

You grunted softly into the skin of her neck, earning yourself a soft hair tug from Wanda so she could see your face. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, Mommy,” You whispered, looking down at her lips. She granted you another kiss before you went back to laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of your girlfriend’s arms in her large office chair. You felt her hand running up and down your back when she wasn’t typing. You didn’t like when you had to wait for her attention like this, but she always made your waiting so comfortable.

You tried to be patient. Tried not to let all the thoughts of Wanda fucking you into the mattress from last night drift into your mind. But they did. And the feeling of her large strap, the one you knew was the one with the cum reservoir solely from its size, made not thinking about it very hard. And when the hour Wanda promised was up, you started to get desperate. 

“Wan-” You started to whine but were quickly interrupted.

“Work is over, sweetheart, you know better than that,” She warned between typing noises. 

“Mommy,” You whined, starting to lightly kiss up to Wanda’s earlobe. “Can we go home now?”

“Not yet baby,” She continued typing, not even sparing a second to look at you. You knew the work she had to do, and couldn’t figure out what she was doing for the life of you. 

You knew better than to argue with her, instead deciding to take things into your own hands. You started leaving soft kisses on her neck, thinking about how much you wanted to litter her neck with marks just like she so often does to you. As your lips started nibbling on her earlobe, your hips started subtly moving against her leg.

Wanda smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing. The fabric of her pants against your bare cunt lit a fire in your lower abdomen, your breath becoming labored as you continued your movements. Since walking into your girlfriend’s office you could feel how wet you were, now that you were finally doing something about it, you couldn’t get enough.

“Are you enjoying yourself baby?” Wanda asked. Your hips stuttered, but ultimately continued their movements. You hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, releasing a breathy moan into her skin. Wanda’s hand slid down to your ass, looking to snap your underwear against you but she found none. She quickly grabbed your hips and slid them away from her so she could look at where you were grinding against. She could see you left a wet spot there from your arousal.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” She cursed, making your legs clench around hers. She pushed you off her lap, settling you on the ground. “Look what you left on my work pants,” Her tone was harsh and you pouted as you looked at the wet spot. “Needy pets like you can go hump a pillow while Mommy is working.”

She went back to her work without a second look. Wanda kept a large pillow for you under her large desk for times when you misbehaved like this. You pulled your pillow between your legs, feeling the rough texture of the fabric rub against you. Wanda watched you as you rocked your hips back and forth against the pillow, noticing your eyes go hazy as the feeling between your legs overwhelmed you.

Wanda went back to her work the same second, her ignorance did something unexpected to you. Every rock of your hips sent a fire through you, your thoughts drifting to how Wanda’s hands feel against your body. You pictured how her fingers felt inside you, and how much you wanted them there. Wanda shifted in her seat, the strap straining against her pants reminding you of the possibilities for the night. 

“Mommy,” You whined, your hands gripping the pillow for dear life as you continued your movements. You were so close you could almost feel it. Your eyes screwed shut as you started to feel that pleasurable knot in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum,” Wanda’s voice was stern. Her eyes narrowed at you as she closed the useless windows she was using to stall you on her computer. You moaned, your hips stuttering at her command. “And don’t you stop either.”

You shuddered, trying your hardest to hold off your incoming orgasm. Even with your hips going at a snail’s pace, the feeling of the pillow against your clit guided your senses. You didn’t notice Wanda finally powering off her computer.

“Mommy, I-I can’t h-hol-” You came with a moan, your body betraying you as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs squeeze against the pillow, goosebumps running down your arms at the feeling. 

Wanda stood up and made her way to you in two strides, taking you by the jaw. Her grip was strong, and it made tears flood your vision. “Are you too dumb to follow directions, pet?”

You let a tear slide down your cheek, the shame of what you’d just done sinking in. She pushed your head away, turning away from you. “Stand up and get your things, we’re going home.”

You stood up on shaky legs, almost stumbling to where you left your beg. Wanda was impatiently waiting for you by her private elevator by the time you grabbed your bag. She refused to look at you as you made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding in anticipation of being in a small space with the seemingly enraged woman for such a long time as you went down the many floors to the parking lot.

In reality, Wanda knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what her pet could take and exactly the thoughts going through your head. She never expected you to actually hold off your orgasm, the second she saw the hazy look in your eyes, she knew you couldn’t. 

The second the doors of the elevator closed, Wanda had you pinned against the wall, your bag dropped by your feet. Wanda spread your legs apart, fingers easily slipping into you. You moaned, gripping her arms that were doing most of the work to keep you upright. 

“If you can’t follow directions, we’re gonna have to practice, aren’t we princess?” She growled in your ear. Her fingers started curling into you, your nails digging into her blazer as you moaned into the small space. “And don’t you dare cum this time.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it was the only word you could remember at this point. Her fingers expertly moved inside you, making your back arch off the elevator wall. Your walls clenched around her fingers as her mouth found your neck, quickly starting to suck a mark onto your skin. You moaned as her teeth grazed your skin, hips starting to buck against her hand. You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, Wanda’s fingers hitting the perfect spots inside you. “Wanda, please.”

Wanda pulled her fingers out of you, your arousal almost splashing against your face as she slapped your cheek. Your head turned at the impact as you felt tears start to form, her action only added to your arousal, you could feel it almost dripping out of you. She grabbed your jaw so you face her again, slipping the fingers that were previously inside you into your mouth. 

“That’s not my name,” She said, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. She cooed as she watched another tear roll down your cheek. “Crying won’t help your case, baby, you know Mommy loves it when you cry.”

All you could do was whimper around her fingers, a strangled ‘Mommy’ left your lips. Wanda trailed her lips down your neck, roughly littering it with more deep marks. Her leg made its way between yours and just as you were starting to get something from it, the doors to the elevator dinged open to the parking lot. “Come on, pet.”

You watched as Wanda walked to the car in front of you, following closely behind her. Your mind felt so hazy, all you wanted was to have her, to please her. All the brattiness you had felt earlier had faded away. Now you just wanted to be good for Mommy. 

By the time you reached the car, Wanda was already inside. You got in next to her and George, her driver, pulled off. You sat nicely, with your hands on your lap and head down, waiting for Wanda’s instruction.

“Come over here, baby,” She said, pulling you closer to her so you were practically on her lap. Her hand ran up your inner thigh, fingertips playing with the hem of your short skirt. “You know, if you’d just been a good girl the ride down in the elevator would’ve been very different.”

“Mommy,” You whined quietly, holding onto the collar of her blazer. Her thumb drew circles on your thigh absentmindedly, it left your skin tingling for more. You were afraid you’d leak onto her slacks again. “George is right there.”

“You came in my office without a second thought, I didn’t think you’d mind, baby,” She teased, kissing the corner of your jaw. When she pulled back she sighed at your prevalent pout. “He doesn’t care, pet,” She sighed, rolling her eyes then turning to the driver. “George, do you care if I teach this whore a lesson back here?”

“No, ma’am,” George said, clicking a button on the center console lifting the divider up so you and Wanda had some privacy. Your mouth was left ajar as Wanda looked back at you with a smug expression.

“Open your legs, princess,” Tears stung at your eyes at the embarrassment you felt at just how wet the interaction made you. Wanda slipped her fingers into you, You gripped the edge of the seat, trying to control yourself as much as you could as her fingers curled and hit the perfect spot inside you. “See, baby, if you were good, you could cum as many times as you want.”

You whined into Wanda, holding off as much as you could. “Mommy, please.” Your hips rut against her hand, making her slip her fingers out of you.

“Oh come on, I’ve heard you do better than that,” She cooed, nibbling on your earlobe. 

“Mommy, please,” You begged, trying to slide her hand back to your center. “I need it, I need you, you make me feel so good, please Mommy.”

“Hmm, better,” Her hand went back to playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing as she shifted in her seat, reminding you of your favorite strap, safely tucked into her pants. You grabbed onto her wrist, rutting against her hand. “Maybe if you’re good and take what I give you, you’ll get a little reward when we get home. How does that sound, baby?”

“Mommy,” You whined, letting go of her wrist and burying your face into her neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as you let Wanda have her way with you, destined to be good for the rest of the ride home. Her thumb continued playing with your oversensitive clit, quickly sending you closer to the edge. “I wanna cum, I need it.”

“I know what you need, baby,” She pulled her hand away as more tears escaped your eyes. “Mommy knows best.”

“B-but,” You cried, cutting yourself off before you said something that would get you in deeper trouble. You felt her nails lightly scratch down your thigh then her palm soothe back up. “O-okay, I trust you, Mommy.”

“You know I love when you cry for me,” Wanda cooed, using her other hand to smooth down your hair. “Almost as much as I love when you cum for me.”

You cried out as her fingers met your clit once again, It was almost painful at this point. You desperately needed a release, your cunt now freely leaking onto her pants. Wanda didn’t care at this point, she wanted to destroy you. You moaned breathlessly, rutting your hips against her fingers.

“Don’t cum,” Wanda said, watching to see if you would obey or defy her again. Your eyes shot open, it was taking every muscle in your body to hold off the orgasm Wanda was pushing you towards. “Be a good girl, listen to Mommy.”

“Mommy- I can’t- I can’t hold it- it’s-” You cried, genuinely trying your very best. But Wanda’s fingers moved relentlessly, the pain was quickly turning into pleasure. To your luck, the car stopped just as you were about to give up, and Wanda took her hand away. When you looked at her, she was smirking as she tasted you on her fingers. 

“So sweet,” She hummed, sliding you off her lap and giving you a kiss on the cheek, trailing her lips down to the corner of your jaw. “I could eat you whole.”

Shivers went down your spine at her sultry tone, hints of her accent coming through. “Come inside, princess, let’s get your punishment over with.”

You turned to her wide eyed, but she didn’t notice, back already turned to you as she walked into the house. You thought you’d had enough already. You chased after her, following her past the kitchen and into the living room. 

“Mommy,” You called sweetly, slinging your arms around her neck to pull her into you. She hummed against your lips swaying the two of you towards the back of the couch, she settled you between her legs as you continued kissing her.

“Yes, angel?” She asked when you finally pulled away. You didn’t actually have anything to say, hoping your teary doe eyes would do the trick and make her go easy on you. Her lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and biting every few pecks. 

“Please, Mommy,” You moaned, scratching her scalp. She hummed against you, her lips now trailing your collarbones.

“Strip,” She commanded, pulling back and leaning against the couch. You stayed frozen in place, not knowing if she was letting you off the hook or not. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You stepped away from her, slowly reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. Wanda’s eyes stayed on yours as your dress fell onto the floor, quickly followed by your bra. Her eyes trailed down, tongue sliding along her bottom lip as she took you in. She couldn’t wait to have her hands on you again.

“Turn around,” Her voice turned sultry, her desired flooding into every one of her senses. “Let Mommy have a look.”

“M-Mommy,” You could feel her eyes on your body, your skin burning without her touch. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your prolonged exposure made you unsure of Wanda’s desire. You almost felt embarrassed, did she even want you anymore?

“Hey, none of that,” Wanda said, beckoning you back into her arms once she noticed the self-doubt creeping up your face. You walked into her open embrace, her hands immediately pulling you closer by the waist and lips connecting to your neck.

“Look at my baby,” She breathed against your neck, her lips trailing up to litter soft kisses all over your face, making you erupt in small laughs. “So beautiful, the prettiest pet in the whole wide world.”

You hid your face in the crook of her neck, her arms wrapping around you and engulfing you in a big hug. Your eyes shone up at her, still unsure. “Really?”

She leaned in, bumping your nose against hers. “You’re my gorgeous girl, I’ve only got eyes for you, angel.”

When you looked at her, you could tell she was telling the truth. You tilted your head back, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Wanda said, cupping your face and sliding her thumb over your cheekbone.

“I love you too,” You replied, letting her kiss you once again.

“Now, angel,” You could tell by her tone, this wasn’t gonna be anything good. “Mommy’s gotta finish giving you your punishment for your little act at the office.”

“No, Mommy,” You teased, letting her manhandle you to bend over the back of the couch. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, yes I do, princess,” She punctuated her point with a slap on your ass, making you grip the pillows under you. “How else are you gonna know to follow my rules?”

“But Momm-”

“Be quiet and take it,” Another slap, hard enough to make you yelp. “Count for me, baby, can you do that?”

“Yes,” You mumbled, grunting as she delivered another onto your ass. “Three.”

She continued her actions until tears were sliding down your face and it hurt even when she slid her hands over your ass. Her rings were still on, the metal only making everything more painful. It wasn’t until you counted to forty and tears were rolling down your cheeks that she stopped. 

“Look at you, honey,” She cooed, running her hands down your ass and the back of your thighs. “So wet for me, you’re dripping.”

You whined, leaning back as she ghosted her fingertips over your cunt. “Mommy, I- I’m sorry, I‘ll be good, please.”

“What was that, sweetheart?” She easily slipped two fingers into you, making you gasp into the pillow below you. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your wall clenching around Wanda’s fingers. “Please, Mommy.”

Wanda continued curling her fingers inside you, using her other hand to silently remove her pants. You were too overwhelmed by her fingers in your cunt to notice. When Wanda removed her fingers, your whine in protest was quickly interrupted by the feeling of the tip of the thick strap pressing against your entrance. 

“Is this what you want, pet?” She asked, slowly inching inside you. “Want to be stuffed full of my cock?”

“F-fuck, ye-yes Mommy,” You groaned as Wanda bottomed out inside you, your insides buzzed at the feeling. “Want you to breed me Mommy, please.”

“That’s my pretty pet,” Wanda started pumping her strap in and out of you, your back arching to give her more access. She gripped your hips, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room mixed with your moans. Wanda gripped your hair, pulling you up so your back was against her front. You moaned, legs starting to give out under you as you were brought closer to the edge. “Are you getting closer, baby?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” You almost screamed as Wanda’s hand drifted down to circle your clit. “Mommy, I’m gonna- Can I cum?”

“Good girl,” Wanda kissed the side of your neck, quickly trailing up to nibble on your earlobe. Wanda pulled out completely, bringing a fresh round of tears down your face. You were so worked up and sensitive, you didn’t even know if you had it left in you to cum. Her strong arms turned you back around, and picked you up into her arms, carrying you into your shared bedroom. She let you down on your bed, holding your legs open and pressing them into your chest. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”

You looked at her, wide teary eyes begging for a release. “Please, Mommy.”

“You did so good for me,” Wanda started slowly sliding inside of you once again. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it wouldn’t take long to send you over the edge and her words were making it embarrassingly easy. She started thrusting into you at a steady pace, your nails digging into her skin. 

“I’m gonna fill you up so pretty,” She said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Please,” You moaned, trying to buck your hips up to meet her thrusts. “Please, Mommy, let me cum, please please please.”

Wanda reached down to play with your clit once more, making you scream out in pleasure. “Cum for me angel,” Wanda released the cum into you, the feeling of it sending you plunging over the edge.

“You did so good for me, baby,” Wanda encouraged, helping you ride out your orgasm as your body shook with the overdue release. “Look so pretty cumming for me.”

“All for you, Mommy,” You mumbled as Wanda rubbed your thighs up and down, slowly removing her strap. She watched as the cum leaked out of you, resisting the urge to fuck it back into you. 

“Good girl,” Her praise made you feel so warm, her soft voice making you feel hazier than ever. Her lips trailed down your leg, until she leaned over you, pushing the hairs stuck to your sweat covered face back. “So good for me.”

“Mommy,” Your voice was hoarse, Wanda’s lips trailed up to yours, connecting them in a slow, soft kiss. 

“Let me go get you some water and a cloth to clean you up, my love,” She said, continuing to tuck your hair behind your ear. You wrapped your arms around her body, collecting all your strength to keep her close.

“No,” You whined, feeling tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be right back,” She promised, lifting you so she could reposition you higher up on the bed. “You won’t even notice I’m gone, baby.”

“But,” You let her pull back but still held her close to you. “What about you?”

“We can leave that for the morning,” She said, kissing your cheek and lifting your chin so you looked at her. You held onto her, feeling guilty she didn’t get anything out of this. “You know how much I love making you feel good.”

She poked your sides, making you squirm under her. “Are you sure?”

She kissed the tip of your nose, leaning back so she could go to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. “We have all night and all weekend, you don’t have to worry.”

Wanda quickly moved to the bathroom, coming back moments later with a glass full of water and a damp towel. She was soft with her touches, making sure she didn’t press too hard as she cleaned up the mess she’d made of you. 

“You’re so pretty,” She cooed as she tossed the cloth to the floor and leaned in to connect your lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the luckiest,” You answered before she settled next to you. You cuddled into her side slowly sipping the water she brought for you. You watched as she scrolled through food delivery apps looking for where to order for dinner. Your hand drifted to Wanda’s thigh, drawing light patterns onto the exposed skin. 

“What do you want for dinner, baby?” She asked, turning the phone to you but you were busy pressing kisses onto her collarbones. She felt you squeeze her thigh as you sat up.

You settled yourself between her thighs and started to kiss down her body with renewed energy. Wanda smirked, readjusting so you could more easily get to where you wanted to. 

“I could think of something.”

#also yes I’m a whore what about it? #you’re the one that keeps posting things for me to go feral over

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I’m gonna need y’all to stop being whores in secret and REBLOG this masterpiece omg….I’m barking, screaming, yelling, crying (bc I know she’d like that) and more. I love mommy wanda that’s it that’s all

ps bonky what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me

obey

ceo!wanda maximoff x assistant!reader

summary: your girlfriend corrects you when you just couldn't help yourself

warnings: mommy kink, pillow humping, wanda calls r pet, heavy use of petnames, orgasm denial, wands slaps r once, dacryphilia, cum strap, wanda is mean but also really soft, breeding kink

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“Bye, Celeste,” You said with a smile as the older assistant picked up her coat to leave the office, attention turning back to your screen as you typed away on your keyboard. 

“Bye, Y/N, have a good weekend,” She said as she walked through the door towards the elevator. Your eyes focused on the small clock at the corner of your screen. You clicked random places on the screen, having to pretend to be doing something just a little while longer before you could finally go into your girlfriend’s office.

You and Wanda had been dating for about two years now. No one in the office knew about it except the head of the HR department who Wanda swore to secrecy. You didn’t want everybody in the office to view you just as Wanda’s little toy, which you very much were, but you were also excellent at your job. Handling the CEO’s personal and professional commitments was no easy task. 

As you heard the doors of the elevator close, you sprung off your seat, gathering your personal items into your bag before quickly sliding your underwear off. For the last few work hours all you could think about was the strap your girlfriend left the house packing and everything you wanted to do with it. 

You knocked on her door before walking into her office and dropping your bag at one of the plush chairs by the door of the large room. You took a second to appreciate the view behind your girlfriend’s desk. You were in the tallest building around and the view from the floor to ceiling windows gave you a great view of the bustling city under you. 

“Good evening, Ms Maximoff,” You said, walking around her desk and swiveling her chair to face you. You cupped her face with your hand before leaning down to kiss her beautiful soft lips. You felt her hum into the kiss, enjoying finally having you to herself. 

“Good evening, sweetheart,” She said, pulling you onto her lap. You easily straddled her, your face settling into the crook of her neck like it did every night. “I just have a few more things to wrap up, shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

You grunted softly into the skin of her neck, earning yourself a soft hair tug from Wanda so she could see your face. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, Mommy,” You whispered, looking down at her lips. She granted you another kiss before you went back to laying your head on her shoulder. You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of your girlfriend’s arms in her large office chair. You felt her hand running up and down your back when she wasn’t typing. You didn’t like when you had to wait for her attention like this, but she always made your waiting so comfortable.

You tried to be patient. Tried not to let all the thoughts of Wanda fucking you into the mattress from last night drift into your mind. But they did. And the feeling of her large strap, the one you knew was the one with the cum reservoir solely from its size, made not thinking about it very hard. And when the hour Wanda promised was up, you started to get desperate. 

“Wan-” You started to whine but were quickly interrupted.

“Work is over, sweetheart, you know better than that,” She warned between typing noises. 

“Mommy,” You whined, starting to lightly kiss up to Wanda’s earlobe. “Can we go home now?”

“Not yet baby,” She continued typing, not even sparing a second to look at you. You knew the work she had to do, and couldn’t figure out what she was doing for the life of you. 

You knew better than to argue with her, instead deciding to take things into your own hands. You started leaving soft kisses on her neck, thinking about how much you wanted to litter her neck with marks just like she so often does to you. As your lips started nibbling on her earlobe, your hips started subtly moving against her leg.

Wanda smirked, knowing exactly what you were doing. The fabric of her pants against your bare cunt lit a fire in your lower abdomen, your breath becoming labored as you continued your movements. Since walking into your girlfriend’s office you could feel how wet you were, now that you were finally doing something about it, you couldn’t get enough.

“Are you enjoying yourself baby?” Wanda asked. Your hips stuttered, but ultimately continued their movements. You hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, releasing a breathy moan into her skin. Wanda’s hand slid down to your ass, looking to snap your underwear against you but she found none. She quickly grabbed your hips and slid them away from her so she could look at where you were grinding against. She could see you left a wet spot there from your arousal.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” She cursed, making your legs clench around hers. She pushed you off her lap, settling you on the ground. “Look what you left on my work pants,” Her tone was harsh and you pouted as you looked at the wet spot. “Needy pets like you can go hump a pillow while Mommy is working.”

She went back to her work without a second look. Wanda kept a large pillow for you under her large desk for times when you misbehaved like this. You pulled your pillow between your legs, feeling the rough texture of the fabric rub against you. Wanda watched you as you rocked your hips back and forth against the pillow, noticing your eyes go hazy as the feeling between your legs overwhelmed you.

Wanda went back to her work the same second, her ignorance did something unexpected to you. Every rock of your hips sent a fire through you, your thoughts drifting to how Wanda’s hands feel against your body. You pictured how her fingers felt inside you, and how much you wanted them there. Wanda shifted in her seat, the strap straining against her pants reminding you of the possibilities for the night. 

“Mommy,” You whined, your hands gripping the pillow for dear life as you continued your movements. You were so close you could almost feel it. Your eyes screwed shut as you started to feel that pleasurable knot in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum,” Wanda’s voice was stern. Her eyes narrowed at you as she closed the useless windows she was using to stall you on her computer. You moaned, your hips stuttering at her command. “And don’t you stop either.”

You shuddered, trying your hardest to hold off your incoming orgasm. Even with your hips going at a snail’s pace, the feeling of the pillow against your clit guided your senses. You didn’t notice Wanda finally powering off her computer.

“Mommy, I-I can’t h-hol-” You came with a moan, your body betraying you as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs squeeze against the pillow, goosebumps running down your arms at the feeling. 

Wanda stood up and made her way to you in two strides, taking you by the jaw. Her grip was strong, and it made tears flood your vision. “Are you too dumb to follow directions, pet?”

You let a tear slide down your cheek, the shame of what you’d just done sinking in. She pushed your head away, turning away from you. “Stand up and get your things, we’re going home.”

You stood up on shaky legs, almost stumbling to where you left your beg. Wanda was impatiently waiting for you by her private elevator by the time you grabbed your bag. She refused to look at you as you made your way to the elevator, your heart pounding in anticipation of being in a small space with the seemingly enraged woman for such a long time as you went down the many floors to the parking lot.

In reality, Wanda knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what her pet could take and exactly the thoughts going through your head. She never expected you to actually hold off your orgasm, the second she saw the hazy look in your eyes, she knew you couldn’t. 

The second the doors of the elevator closed, Wanda had you pinned against the wall, your bag dropped by your feet. Wanda spread your legs apart, fingers easily slipping into you. You moaned, gripping her arms that were doing most of the work to keep you upright. 

“If you can’t follow directions, we’re gonna have to practice, aren’t we princess?” She growled in your ear. Her fingers started curling into you, your nails digging into her blazer as you moaned into the small space. “And don’t you dare cum this time.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it was the only word you could remember at this point. Her fingers expertly moved inside you, making your back arch off the elevator wall. Your walls clenched around her fingers as her mouth found your neck, quickly starting to suck a mark onto your skin. You moaned as her teeth grazed your skin, hips starting to buck against her hand. You could feel yourself getting closer to your release, Wanda’s fingers hitting the perfect spots inside you. “Wanda, please.”

Wanda pulled her fingers out of you, your arousal almost splashing against your face as she slapped your cheek. Your head turned at the impact as you felt tears start to form, her action only added to your arousal, you could feel it almost dripping out of you. She grabbed your jaw so you face her again, slipping the fingers that were previously inside you into your mouth. 

“That’s not my name,” She said, pushing her fingers further into your mouth. She cooed as she watched another tear roll down your cheek. “Crying won’t help your case, baby, you know Mommy loves it when you cry.”

All you could do was whimper around her fingers, a strangled ��Mommy’ left your lips. Wanda trailed her lips down your neck, roughly littering it with more deep marks. Her leg made its way between yours and just as you were starting to get something from it, the doors to the elevator dinged open to the parking lot. “Come on, pet.”

You watched as Wanda walked to the car in front of you, following closely behind her. Your mind felt so hazy, all you wanted was to have her, to please her. All the brattiness you had felt earlier had faded away. Now you just wanted to be good for Mommy. 

By the time you reached the car, Wanda was already inside. You got in next to her and George, her driver, pulled off. You sat nicely, with your hands on your lap and head down, waiting for Wanda’s instruction.

“Come over here, baby,” She said, pulling you closer to her so you were practically on her lap. Her hand ran up your inner thigh, fingertips playing with the hem of your short skirt. “You know, if you’d just been a good girl the ride down in the elevator would’ve been very different.”

“Mommy,” You whined quietly, holding onto the collar of her blazer. Her thumb drew circles on your thigh absentmindedly, it left your skin tingling for more. You were afraid you’d leak onto her slacks again. “George is right there.”

“You came in my office without a second thought, I didn’t think you’d mind, baby,” She teased, kissing the corner of your jaw. When she pulled back she sighed at your prevalent pout. “He doesn’t care, pet,” She sighed, rolling her eyes then turning to the driver. “George, do you care if I teach this whore a lesson back here?”

“No, ma’am,” George said, clicking a button on the center console lifting the divider up so you and Wanda had some privacy. Your mouth was left ajar as Wanda looked back at you with a smug expression.

“Open your legs, princess,” Tears stung at your eyes at the embarrassment you felt at just how wet the interaction made you. Wanda slipped her fingers into you, You gripped the edge of the seat, trying to control yourself as much as you could as her fingers curled and hit the perfect spot inside you. “See, baby, if you were good, you could cum as many times as you want.”

You whined into Wanda, holding off as much as you could. “Mommy, please.” Your hips rut against her hand, making her slip her fingers out of you.

“Oh come on, I’ve heard you do better than that,” She cooed, nibbling on your earlobe. 

“Mommy, please,” You begged, trying to slide her hand back to your center. “I need it, I need you, you make me feel so good, please Mommy.”

“Hmm, better,” Her hand went back to playing with your clit. You clenched around nothing as she shifted in her seat, reminding you of your favorite strap, safely tucked into her pants. You grabbed onto her wrist, rutting against her hand. “Maybe if you’re good and take what I give you, you’ll get a little reward when we get home. How does that sound, baby?”

“Mommy,” You whined, letting go of her wrist and burying your face into her neck. Your forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as you let Wanda have her way with you, destined to be good for the rest of the ride home. Her thumb continued playing with your oversensitive clit, quickly sending you closer to the edge. “I wanna cum, I need it.”

“I know what you need, baby,” She pulled her hand away as more tears escaped your eyes. “Mommy knows best.”

“B-but,” You cried, cutting yourself off before you said something that would get you in deeper trouble. You felt her nails lightly scratch down your thigh then her palm soothe back up. “O-okay, I trust you, Mommy.”

“You know I love when you cry for me,” Wanda cooed, using her other hand to smooth down your hair. “Almost as much as I love when you cum for me.”

You cried out as her fingers met your clit once again, It was almost painful at this point. You desperately needed a release, your cunt now freely leaking onto her pants. Wanda didn’t care at this point, she wanted to destroy you. You moaned breathlessly, rutting your hips against her fingers.

“Don’t cum,” Wanda said, watching to see if you would obey or defy her again. Your eyes shot open, it was taking every muscle in your body to hold off the orgasm Wanda was pushing you towards. “Be a good girl, listen to Mommy.”

“Mommy- I can’t- I can’t hold it- it’s-” You cried, genuinely trying your very best. But Wanda’s fingers moved relentlessly, the pain was quickly turning into pleasure. To your luck, the car stopped just as you were about to give up, and Wanda took her hand away. When you looked at her, she was smirking as she tasted you on her fingers. 

“So sweet,” She hummed, sliding you off her lap and giving you a kiss on the cheek, trailing her lips down to the corner of your jaw. “I could eat you whole.”

Shivers went down your spine at her sultry tone, hints of her accent coming through. “Come inside, princess, let’s get your punishment over with.”

You turned to her wide eyed, but she didn’t notice, back already turned to you as she walked into the house. You thought you’d had enough already. You chased after her, following her past the kitchen and into the living room. 

“Mommy,” You called sweetly, slinging your arms around her neck to pull her into you. She hummed against your lips swaying the two of you towards the back of the couch, she settled you between her legs as you continued kissing her.

“Yes, angel?” She asked when you finally pulled away. You didn’t actually have anything to say, hoping your teary doe eyes would do the trick and make her go easy on you. Her lips trailed down to your neck, sucking and biting every few pecks. 

“Please, Mommy,” You moaned, scratching her scalp. She hummed against you, her lips now trailing your collarbones.

“Strip,” She commanded, pulling back and leaning against the couch. You stayed frozen in place, not knowing if she was letting you off the hook or not. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You stepped away from her, slowly reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. Wanda’s eyes stayed on yours as your dress fell onto the floor, quickly followed by your bra. Her eyes trailed down, tongue sliding along her bottom lip as she took you in. She couldn’t wait to have her hands on you again.

“Turn around,” Her voice turned sultry, her desired flooding into every one of her senses. “Let Mommy have a look.”

“M-Mommy,” You could feel her eyes on your body, your skin burning without her touch. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your prolonged exposure made you unsure of Wanda’s desire. You almost felt embarrassed, did she even want you anymore?

“Hey, none of that,” Wanda said, beckoning you back into her arms once she noticed the self-doubt creeping up your face. You walked into her open embrace, her hands immediately pulling you closer by the waist and lips connecting to your neck.

“Look at my baby,” She breathed against your neck, her lips trailing up to litter soft kisses all over your face, making you erupt in small laughs. “So beautiful, the prettiest pet in the whole wide world.”

You hid your face in the crook of her neck, her arms wrapping around you and engulfing you in a big hug. Your eyes shone up at her, still unsure. “Really?”

She leaned in, bumping your nose against hers. “You’re my gorgeous girl, I’ve only got eyes for you, angel.”

When you looked at her, you could tell she was telling the truth. You tilted your head back, connecting your lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Wanda said, cupping your face and sliding her thumb over your cheekbone.

“I love you too,” You replied, letting her kiss you once again.

“Now, angel,” You could tell by her tone, this wasn’t gonna be anything good. “Mommy’s gotta finish giving you your punishment for your little act at the office.”

“No, Mommy,” You teased, letting her manhandle you to bend over the back of the couch. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, yes I do, princess,” She punctuated her point with a slap on your ass, making you grip the pillows under you. “How else are you gonna know to follow my rules?”

“But Momm-”

“Be quiet and take it,” Another slap, hard enough to make you yelp. “Count for me, baby, can you do that?”

“Yes,” You mumbled, grunting as she delivered another onto your ass. “Three.”

She continued her actions until tears were sliding down your face and it hurt even when she slid her hands over your ass. Her rings were still on, the metal only making everything more painful. It wasn’t until you counted to forty and tears were rolling down your cheeks that she stopped. 

“Look at you, honey,” She cooed, running her hands down your ass and the back of your thighs. “So wet for me, you’re dripping.”

You whined, leaning back as she ghosted her fingertips over your cunt. “Mommy, I- I’m sorry, I‘ll be good, please.”

“What was that, sweetheart?” She easily slipped two fingers into you, making you gasp into the pillow below you. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your wall clenching around Wanda’s fingers. “Please, Mommy.”

Wanda continued curling her fingers inside you, using her other hand to silently remove her pants. You were too overwhelmed by her fingers in your cunt to notice. When Wanda removed her fingers, your whine in protest was quickly interrupted by the feeling of the tip of the thick strap pressing against your entrance. 

“Is this what you want, pet?” She asked, slowly inching inside you. “Want to be stuffed full of my cock?”

“F-fuck, ye-yes Mommy,” You groaned as Wanda bottomed out inside you, your insides buzzed at the feeling. “Want you to breed me Mommy, please.”

“That’s my pretty pet,” Wanda started pumping her strap in and out of you, your back arching to give her more access. She gripped your hips, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room mixed with your moans. Wanda gripped your hair, pulling you up so your back was against her front. You moaned, legs starting to give out under you as you were brought closer to the edge. “Are you getting closer, baby?”

“Y-yes, Mommy,” You almost screamed as Wanda’s hand drifted down to circle your clit. “Mommy, I’m gonna- Can I cum?”

“Good girl,” Wanda kissed the side of your neck, quickly trailing up to nibble on your earlobe. Wanda pulled out completely, bringing a fresh round of tears down your face. You were so worked up and sensitive, you didn’t even know if you had it left in you to cum. Her strong arms turned you back around, and picked you up into her arms, carrying you into your shared bedroom. She let you down on your bed, holding your legs open and pressing them into your chest. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”

You looked at her, wide teary eyes begging for a release. “Please, Mommy.”

“You did so good for me,” Wanda started slowly sliding inside of you once again. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, look how pretty your pussy looks stretched around my cock.”

“Mommy,” You whined, it wouldn’t take long to send you over the edge and her words were making it embarrassingly easy. She started thrusting into you at a steady pace, your nails digging into her skin. 

“I’m gonna fill you up so pretty,” She said, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Please,” You moaned, trying to buck your hips up to meet her thrusts. “Please, Mommy, let me cum, please please please.”

Wanda reached down to play with your clit once more, making you scream out in pleasure. “Cum for me angel,” Wanda released the cum into you, the feeling of it sending you plunging over the edge.

“You did so good for me, baby,” Wanda encouraged, helping you ride out your orgasm as your body shook with the overdue release. “Look so pretty cumming for me.”

“All for you, Mommy,” You mumbled as Wanda rubbed your thighs up and down, slowly removing her strap. She watched as the cum leaked out of you, resisting the urge to fuck it back into you. 

“Good girl,” Her praise made you feel so warm, her soft voice making you feel hazier than ever. Her lips trailed down your leg, until she leaned over you, pushing the hairs stuck to your sweat covered face back. “So good for me.”

“Mommy,” Your voice was hoarse, Wanda’s lips trailed up to yours, connecting them in a slow, soft kiss. 

“Let me go get you some water and a cloth to clean you up, my love,” She said, continuing to tuck your hair behind your ear. You wrapped your arms around her body, collecting all your strength to keep her close.

“No,” You whined, feeling tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave.”

“I’ll be right back,” She promised, lifting you so she could reposition you higher up on the bed. “You won’t even notice I’m gone, baby.”

“But,” You let her pull back but still held her close to you. “What about you?”

“We can leave that for the morning,” She said, kissing your cheek and lifting your chin so you looked at her. You held onto her, feeling guilty she didn’t get anything out of this. “You know how much I love making you feel good.”

She poked your sides, making you squirm under her. “Are you sure?”

She kissed the tip of your nose, leaning back so she could go to the bathroom to grab something to clean you up with. “We have all night and all weekend, you don’t have to worry.”

Wanda quickly moved to the bathroom, coming back moments later with a glass full of water and a damp towel. She was soft with her touches, making sure she didn’t press too hard as she cleaned up the mess she’d made of you. 

“You’re so pretty,” She cooed as she tossed the cloth to the floor and leaned in to connect your lips. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the luckiest,” You answered before she settled next to you. You cuddled into her side slowly sipping the water she brought for you. You watched as she scrolled through food delivery apps looking for where to order for dinner. Your hand drifted to Wanda’s thigh, drawing light patterns onto the exposed skin. 

“What do you want for dinner, baby?” She asked, turning the phone to you but you were busy pressing kisses onto her collarbones. She felt you squeeze her thigh as you sat up.

You settled yourself between her thighs and started to kiss down her body with renewed energy. Wanda smirked, readjusting so you could more easily get to where you wanted to. 

“I could think of something.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #fic rec #bonky you've done it again 😮‍💨 #bonky💡💕

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see I wanna be biased and be team wanda but I don’t like the situation with the blonde nor do I think she should’ve been forgiven so quickly. HOWEVER I’m also skeptical about what nat has going on so idk who to root for 🥲

either way 10000/10 fic as always and I’m on my knees begging for the next part

lost in your current like a priceless wine

part 2 of bent right to your wind | main masterlist

vampire!natasha romanoff x witch!reader x vampire!wanda maximoff

summary: old wounds are slashed open and new beginnings emerge

warnings: mentions of blood, nausea, neck kissing, tension, kinda angsty if you squint, still no smut but as always 18+ only

words: 3.5k | feedback is always welcome

The world spun around you as you exited the diner. You ran into the forest surrounding the small establishment. Everything was too confusing, too overwhelming. Your ears started ringing. You felt nauseous. It’s been years, centuries, what was she doing here? Was it even her?

It can’t be.

Your mind is playing tricks on you.

It can’t be her.

Your breath came out in short puffs, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t breathe in enough before having to let it out. You walked past the dense trees, the tall shrubs and grass sticking to your pants and leaving small scratches on your skin.

Tears stung at your eyes the further in you went. Everywhere you looked was the same, everything blurred into one green blob. You weren’t sure where you were going anymore. You kept moving until you collapsed into a field.

In your rush to get away from the diner, you didn’t notice you were followed.

Wanda was just as shocked to see you. You felt different. She wasn’t even sure it was you at all. When you practically ran out of the small diner she had to make sure you were safe. She needed you to be okay. She followed you into the forest, keeping her distance so as to not scare you even more.

Her undead heart beat loudly in her chest, her palms felt clammy. She thought about this so many times after she left you. She thought about what she would do or say if she ever saw you again.

She expected you to look much older, to have had a beautiful family. To have found peace with the future you dreamt of having one day. She didn’t expect you to be frozen in time like her. After centuries of being apart she didn’t expect to see you look the same way she left you.

Wanda couldn’t believe her eyes.

When you collapsed into the field, Wanda paused. She could see the small scratches on your skin and didn’t want to scare you with her reaction. So she paced around the clearing to the other side, keeping her eye on you as you turned onto your back and attempted to catch your breath.

You looked at the sky, watching as gray clouds were slowly drifting into town. You slowed your breath, running your fingers over the smooth grass. You let tears fall down the side of your face into the ground. It was too much. It was all too much.

As your heartbeat returned to normal, you felt the ground almost vibrating under you. You looked down to find purple streaks of light stemming from your hands into the ground. The boulders around you sported faint but noticeable glowing purple specks.

There had to be something going on with your powers. Maybe it was the proximity of the blood moon and where you were, with your heightened emotions it only makes sense they’d be a little out of control.

You stood up slowly, making sure your head wouldn’t start spinning again. Your hand left a streak of dirt on your cheek as you wiped under your eye before you examined the rock face close up. It really did seem some of the small crystals making up the rock were reacting to your presence, the ones closest to you glowing brighter than the ones farther away.

Just as you were getting lost in your surroundings, the reason you ended up in the clearing made itself known once more.

“Y/N?” You froze. Her voice brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You never thought you’d hear her call your name again. You took a deep breath before turning around to face her. Her eyes widened as you made eye contact, before her gaze fell to your glowing hands. She took a small step back. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Oh,” You looked down at your hands, clenching them into fists before relaxing again. You wiped your palms against the sides of your pants, as if you could clean them from your own powers. It worked. “Sorry.”

The two of you were at a loss for words. You didn’t know whether to walk towards her or stay glued to your spot. You looked at Wanda. Noticed her pale skin, her full lips, her perfect posture. She still looked like Wanda. You looked into her eyes, she was staring right back at you, studying your movements.

Your breath hitched.

They were still the same. She was still the same.

You took a step forward.

“W-Wanda?” Your voice cracked. Her eyes snapped to yours. She nodded slowly. Your lower lip trembled. It took everything in Wanda to stay put, to not rush across the clearing to you. “How?”

You knew how, part of you needed her to tell you. Wanda struggled to find her words. She instead chose to show you her fangs. She could smell your unusually sweet scent from the cuts in your arms. She was worried her eyes would turn black if she came any closer. You took a step forward, she slowly started moving.

You circled each other, taking the other one in with every step you took. You never thought you’d see her again. You never thought you’d have your Wanda back. Especially after so much time.

Wanda wanted to cry. Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She watched you inch closer to her as she subconsciously mirrored your actions. You looked just as soft and warm as the day she left you in your bedroom that stormy night.

Wanda knew she wasn’t supposed to be there. Her throat burned from thirst and her hair stuck to her skin. The cold temperature didn’t bother her anymore as she stood outside your balcony, watching you twist and turn between your sheets. The candle by your bedside was dangerously close to going out, having burnt all the way down to the bottom. The dim light was no trouble for Wanda’s newly enhanced vision, she could see the smallest detail on your face from where she stood in the rain.

When the candle finally went out, Wanda had the courage to sneak in. She stood at a distance at first, not wanting to get any part of your room wet. But when your body started shaking with unconscious sobs she let herself crouch down next to you. Her cold fingertips wiped ever so slightly under your eyes, cheeks stained with your tears. Her unexpected touch startled you, your eyes shot open.

Even in the darkness, you could make out Wanda’s silhouette. “Wanda?”

“You’re gonna be okay,” She took your hand. Her cold temperature worried you. It made her death feel more real. “Listen to me, okay,” Wanda didn’t realize she was crying too. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

“No,” You cried, you held onto her for dear life. “All I want is you.”

Wanda leaned in, resting her forehead against yours. Your soft voice filled the space between you. “All I’ve ever wanted was you.”

A sob shook Wanda’s body, her hand went up to cup your face, bringing your lips closer together, your noses brushing against the other. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“No,” You cried, holding onto her wrists, trying to keep her with you. “Please don’t leave me again.”

Wanda leaned in. Your lips melted together despite how cold she was. You held her face. Your tears mixed with hers. As Wanda started pulling away, you tried holding on tighter. You were no match to her strength in your weakened state.

“I love you,” She said, giving you another quick kiss. “I have to go.”

“Wanda no,” You sobbed. With a flash of lighting she was gone. Every trace of her.

You convinced yourself you were dreaming that night. Despite the puddles of rainwater in your room or your wet sheets. It had to have been a dream. You couldn’t understand how she was standing right in front of you now. You couldn’t understand why or how she didn’t check on you again. It brought a fresh wave of hot, angry tears to the surface.

Wanda cupped your face. Her cold, delicate fingers wiped the new tears rolling down your cheeks. Her touch soothed your burning pain. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” She whispered between you, shedding her own tears. When you looked back up at her you could see it hurt her just the same.

“Why didn’t you come back?” You asked, your bottom lip trembling while you fought off another round of tears.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” She said, tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. “I had already caused you so much pain that one night, I didn’t want to hurt you even more because I couldn’t stay.”

You looked up at her with a small gasp. “It wasn’t a dream?”

“No,” She shook her head, resting her forehead against yours just like she did in the past. “I was there.”

One of her hands rested on your waist while the other stayed gently on your cheek. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

Wanda pulled you into a hug, her head nestled in the crook of your neck. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

The two of you laid in the clearing, watching as the sky changed while you caught up to the best of your abilities. “Where have you been this whole time?”

“Oh I’ve been moving around for a long time,” You looked at her with a silly smile on your face.

“How did we not run into each other?” You asked, she chuckled.

“It’s a big world,” She said, her hand found yours in the grass, you could feel her finger drawing patterns on your skin.

“When did you come back?” You asked, rolling onto your side so you could face her.

“A few decades ago,” She said, you raised your eyebrows.

“Decades?” You asked.

“The town is small, and if you keep to yourself no one really notices,” She said, not meeting your eyes. “There’s a big coven, it’s more like a family of vampires that live in the hotel. I met a few of them in Europe and I’ve been with them ever since.”

“Oh,” You were glad she found herself a family, but you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy you felt. You looked back up at her, your hand cupped her jaw and your thumb ran over her cheekbone. Her skin glistened in an unnatural way in the sunlight. “How did this happen? I saw you in your casket.”

“The change took a few days,” She answered. “When I was dying, the doctor was the one that changed me.”

“He bit you?” You asked.

“You’re a witch, you should know better,” She says, making you laugh. “He gave me his blood. Said it was a new medicine. I drank it. I died. I came back.”

You hummed, looking back up at the sky. The blue sky was almost completely replaced by the heavy rain clouds. “What about you?”

“Well,” You said. “After you died I went to church a lot. An ancient witch called Dorothea watched me go every day to pray for you. She felt I was powerful, she taught me.”

“Where is she now?” Wanda asked, watching as your eyes glossed over before you turned back to her.

“Witches have the ability to decide when our time on Earth is over,” You explained. “It’s thought that we come from the earth and must return to it, so when it’s time, we can decide to continue aging and return to the Earth from which we rose. Dorothea passed a couple centuries ago. She taught me everything I know.”

Wanda leaned over and kissed your cheek. Part of her still couldn’t believe you were there. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” You said, running your hands over the grass, taking a deep breath. “She rests in power.”

You and Wanda enjoy the comfortable silence between you before your stomach growled once again. “Let’s go back to the diner, you need something to eat.”

“What about y-” You stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence. “Nevermind.”

It was surprisingly easy sharing a meal with Wanda. It felt like you were back in your 20s, sharing laughs and looks over dinner. You still couldn’t believe she was right there with you. It felt like a fever dream.

“Tell me more about your family,” You said, taking a bite out of your burger.

“They’re cool,” She said, leaning back into the plush cushion on the back of the seat. “There’s a lot of us, but I think the main person I should tell you about is Melina. She’s the head of the family. She’s really nice, I mean, she let me stay with them with like a week’s notice so.”

You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. Wanda continued talking about some other key members of the family. You enjoyed seeing her face light up as she told you silly stories about her time with her family. “I’m glad you found them, I’d hate to think you were alone all those years.”

Wanda looked down, she didn’t like that she’d left you alone for so long. You frowned, taking Wanda’s hand over the table. Even though her skin felt cold, her touch brought a long forgotten warmth to your heart. She looked back up at you, squeezing your hand. You wiped your mouth with a napkin with your other hand.

Wanda’s eyes stayed on you as her thumb ran circles on the back of your palm. She motioned for the waitress to bring the check, and gave her her card before you could even rummage through your bag.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said as the two of you slid out of the booth. Wanda intertwined her fingers with yours as she led you out of the restaurant. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies.

“I have centuries to make up for,” She said. “At least there’s one upside to having waited all those years.”

She stopped you on the sidewalk, turning to put her hands on your waist as you looked up at her smiling. “And what’s that?”

She tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I can do this in plain sight.”

Wanda’s lips touched yours slowly, her grip tightened on your waist as she pulled you closer. You smiled against her lips. Wanda’s lips tasted sweet like honey. When she pulled away your eyes fluttered open. You felt like you were in a haze.

“It only took you three hundred years,” You joked. Wanda smiled, rolling her eyes.

The sun was setting as you got back to the hotel. Wanda stiffened as you walked through the doors, you tried to not feel hurt when she dropped your hand. You frowned up at her, her eyes were glued to a blonde across the lobby.

“I’ll see you later?” She asked, turning to you, her tone rushed. It felt like the bubble you were in popped.

“Um,” You were confused. “I guess.”

“I’ll find you,” She said, stopping herself from kissing you on the cheek. You noticed. It surprised you how much it hurt. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat.

As the doors of the elevator closed, you watched the blonde from earlier sling her arm around Wanda. The doors closed just as Wanda made eye contact with you.

You sighed as you walked down the hallway to your room, rummaging through your bag for the keycard.

“Hey stranger,” You jumped at the smooth voice, clutching your chest once you saw Natasha waiting outside your door.

“You scared me,” You laughed. “What are you doing waiting outside my room, I don’t remember giving you my room number.”

“I’m just a really good guesser,” She said matter of factly, you narrowed your eyes at her. “My family owns part of the hotel, I have my ways.”

You smirked at her, leaning against the opposite wall. “Well, can I do anything for you tonight, Natasha?”

“You can call me Nat,” She said, leaning closer to you. “You didn’t answer any of my texts so I assumed you didn’t wanna go on a tour of the town anymore.”

“Fuck, I completely forgot, I’m sorry,” You said. And she was right. You were too tired to go.

“So…” She continued, showing you the bottle of wine she was holding. “I got some wine and a killer place to see the stars on the roof.”

“It’s cloudy,” You answered with a smile on your face.

“I’m sure it’ll clear up,” She said, almost trapping you between her and the wall.You stood up off the wall, letting Natasha take hold of your hand and lead you down the hallway.

“Do you take all the girls you meet to the roof?” You asked teasingly, Natasha smirked at you when you filed into the stairwell.

“Only the pretty ones,” She teased back, you scoffed in response. Natasha pulled out a key to a door one more flight of stairs above the top floor, leading you to a rooftop patio. It was cozy, with a firepit in the middle surrounded by plush chairs and small loveseats.

You sat back onto the plush pillows laid on the loveseat, making yourself comfortable while Natasha poured the two of you some wine. You leaned your head back, noticing the sky had, in fact, already cleared up.

Natasha handed you your glass as she leaned back next to you. You settled into a comfortable silence, the two of you looking up at the stars. The redhead turned her head to look at you, noticing you seemed to be in your head.

“What’s up?” She asked, nudging your shoulder. You turned your head to look at her.

“Are you a vampire, too?” You avoided her question and watched as her eyes widened ever so slightly. Natasha was caught off guard by the question, her eyes shifted to the easy smirk on your face.

“Are you?” She relaxed against the seat once again, bringing the wine glass to her lips. You leaned forward to grab yours, watching as Natasha watched the small purple flame emerge from your fingers and set the fire pit in front of you alight. She smirked her mouth slightly agape in wonder as she watched the fire change from a purplish color to regular flames.

“I used to live here a long time ago,” You told her, wrapping your jacket tighter around your body and shifting closer to the fire. Natasha reached behind you, offering you a blanket from the back of the seat.

“I’m not gonna be much help,” You both laughed as you draped the blanket over your legs. “How old are you?”

“Twenty four,” You said, sheepishly taking a sip of your wine as Natasha rolled her eyes at your antics. “Plus three hundred-ish years.”

“You don’t look a day over 22,” Natasha said, leaning closer to you. It was your turn to roll your eyes. The redhead laughed, you couldn’t help but join her. Her laugh was light, and warm. Captivating. It drew you in.

“How old are you?” You asked, turning to face her with your feet tucked under you. “Wait let me guess.”

Your eyes glowed as you looked into her, trying to see if you could read her. You didn’t get very far until Natasha interrupted you. She stood up and leaned over you. “What did you just do?”

“I read you,” You answered. Natasha looked rattled, she felt like her privacy had been violated. As you looked into her eyes you felt a weightlessness drift into your bones, your mind went blank and all you could focus on was Natasha’s green eyes.

“Tell me what you saw,” Her voice was vulnerable, almost as if she was afraid of the answer.

“Um,” You answered, trying to put your thoughts back together. “Two twenty five,” Her eyes were so captivating even in the dim light of the night. “That’s- um- that’s how old you are.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes drifted to her lips, feeling a magnetic pull towards her. Natasha leaned down, her delicate touch tilting your chin up towards her. Natasha leaned in, lips connecting to the corner of your mouth, slowly leaving a trail of kisses down your throat. You felt her hesitate over your pulse point.

Natasha could practically taste you. She wanted to. Your scent drove her insane, she knew you’d taste so sweet. And you were so close. She felt you release a breath, bringing her back to the moment. In due time. Right as she was going to pull away you held onto her arm, stopping her movements, you weren’t ready for her to pull away yet. You turned your head towards her.

“What are you doing to me?” You whispered, barely above your breath. So quiet you weren’t even sure you heard it. Natasha smirked when she noticed the goosebumps on your skin. You reached up to her face. She enjoyed the warmth your hand brought.

You held your breath.

She leaned forward.

Your lips touched.

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