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gl1tchedchxos · 5 months ago

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… you should stay in my good graces⋆𐙚₊

(actress!wanda x fem!reader)

tags | romantic asf, a little hurt/comfort, wanda maximoff needs a hug, reader is a reassuring simp, together? they’re both gross horny freaks :3 (18+)

It’s late, around 9 PM, and the room is dimly lit, casting long shadows that dance along the walls. You’re lounging on the couch of the hotel suite, feeling the gentle buzz of the wine you’ve been sipping. She’s there with you, still dressed in her suit for her upcoming movie’s press junket. Her hair, now a shade of molten chocolate, falls loosely around her face, with random pieces tucked behind her ears. She’s wearing minimal makeup, despite her lips being coated in a subtle reddish oil, and her eyes shimmer gold with every bat of her lashes.

The evening has been easygoing since arriving back, a perfect blend of quiet conversation and shared silences as your girlfriend winds down from being social. You watch her as she took another sip of her wine, her eyes glinting in the soft light. Suddenly, she sets her glass down and rises from the couch with a playful glint in her eye. "I want to play a song for you," she announces with a smile.

You watch as she heads for the old record player tucked in the corner, a vintage piece that had caught her eye the moment you checked in last night. The suite modern charm was evident in every detail, from the heated floors to the spacious kitchen, but the record player, with its polished wood and brass accents, seemed to be the centerpiece of the room. Wanda had been drawn to it immediately, her fingers tracing the smooth surface, a look of nostalgia softening her features.

She flips through the small collection of vinyl records stacked beside it, her brow furrowing in concentration as she searches for the perfect track. After a moment, she lets out a triumphant little sound, pulling out a record with an old, faded cover. The worn label reveals the artist: Sam Cooke. She handles it with reverence, lowering it onto the turntable with a practiced hand. There's a small, satisfied hum as she brings the needle down, and the soft crackle that follows fills the room like the first breath of life. For a moment, everything is still, suspended in the quiet, until the first sweet, soulful notes of "Cupid" drift into the air.

The melody is timeless, a rich cascade of sound that wraps around you like an old, familiar blanket. You recognise the tune, though it's been years since you last heard it. The notes are tender and full of emotion, evoking memories of a time long past yet strangely present in this moment. The room, bathed in the warm glow of the lamps adorned around the space, seems to swell with the sound, the music curling around the furniture, the walls, and finally, the two of you, as if drawing you closer together.

Wanda turns back to you, her eyes bright with anticipation, waiting for your reaction. She knows you love this song, and she loves it too, perhaps even more.

“I love this song.” She reaches out a hand, gesturing for you to join her. You stand, taking it without hesitation, feeling the warmth of her fingers intertwining with yours. The music flows between you like a current, and Wanda begins to sway, drawing you into the rhythm. Her voice, soft and unguarded, rises to meet the melody as she sings along with Cooke:

“Cupid, draw back your bow...”

With her eyes locked on yours, the world around you fades into the background. The record spins, the music lilting through the room as you both begin to dance, a slow, easy movement that feels as natural as breathing.

You follow her lead, letting the song guide your steps. Wanda’s voice, sweet and slightly off-key, weaves through the music, adding her own touch to the tune. There's something so intimate, so pure in the way she sings to you, for you, her voice a quiet confession wrapped in melody.

“You know," she murmurs, her voice a soft whisper against the instruments, "I've never felt like this with anyone before."

"I feel the same, Wands. Every time I'm with you, it's like the world finally makes sense."

She tilts her head down slightly, her eyes searching yours. "Do you ever wonder if this is too good to be true? Like, maybe we're dreaming, and one day we'll wake up, and it’ll all be gone?"

You stop swaying for a moment, cupping her face gently in your hands. "No, Wanda. This is real. We’re real." You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her relax into your touch, “You’re never getting rid of me, baby.”

Her hands move to your back, pulling you closer, as if she needs to feel you, to confirm that you’re really here. "Promise me," she whispers, her voice trembling just slightly.

You press your lips to hers again, a gentle, lingering kiss that holds all the promises you can’t yet put into words. “I promise,” you whisper against her, “let me show you.”

Her worries melt away, replaced by a deepening trust as your hands run through her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. The pressure of your lips increases, growing bolder as you feel her responding to you, her own lips parting slightly, inviting you to explore further. A soft sigh escapes her, and it echoes in the stillness around you, a sound that sends a shiver of warmth through your entire body.

The kiss grows, building from that initial, tender connection into something more passionate, more urgent. You can feel the tension in your chest, a yearning that rises and swells with every heartbeat, driving you to close any remaining distance between you. Your other hand slides to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Unable to feel the heat of her body through the thick suit jacket, your hands trail inside the material, mapping the thin waist of the taller woman.

She’s wearing nothing underneath.

You deepen the kiss further, your tongue brushing against her lower lip, seeking entrance, a silent request that she grants as her lips part further, allowing you in. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping lightly as she leans in. The kiss is no longer just gentle; it’s filled with a fervent need, an unspoken desire that’s been building between you since the beginning of the night. Since you first saw her in this outfit. She’s kissing you back with equal intensity, every movements matching yours, the both of you lost in this moment, hands groping all and everything you can.

“I want these off,” Wanda husks, pupils blown entirely, as she hurriedly pulls at the zip of your jeans, “… now.”

You don’t bother helping the older woman, as you fling your arms around her to pull the jacket off her toned shoulders, a swift competition to see who can undress who first. You managed to discard the jacket before she can shove her hand down your pants, your fingers already groping at her chest. Your lips making their way down from her neck down to her breasts, lapping at the pebbled nipples before you.

With her hand finally between your legs, stroking ever so languidly, she guides you back towards the couch. You’re too distracted to notice the change until you’re on your back and she’s on top of you. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth before you could protest, hips doing most of the work appeasing you, as she thrusts ever so slowly. Giving up, your legs fall open, calves wrapping around the brunette as if to keep her flush against you.

The kiss comes to an end, much to your dismay, with a singular strand of saliva hanging between you both.

“You’re such a brat. You joke, hands smoothing over her ass, pulling forward.

“Says the one who was racing to undress me first.�� She immediately retorts, and you push your luck, retaliating by smacking her ass. She gasps before cutting you a sharp look. Grinding harder against you, her head bends to kiss along your pulse. Her canines sink into the soft skin, a sharp sting following closely before her warm tongue laps along the bruised skin.

“Do that again and I won’t fuck you.”

Your mouth opens a few times, but you weren't sure what to say. You only managed a please, which felt pathetic even to your own ears. The laughing quirk of her lips revealed how little Wanda takes you seriously, and why would she? You were already trembling, unable to form a single thought.

So easy.

Turning your head so she could press her lips against yours, she was licking into your mouth, just separating enough so you didn't suffocate, and even then, it did nothing to help the threads of spit remaining between you both.

But it didn't appear that she was going to stop anytime soon, as her fingers trail up your thigh until she reaches your underwear. Her lips twist into a smile at the feeling of the damp fabric, molding to you. Lithe digits sneak inside, spreading your lips, grazing just under your clit and then down low. “This all for me, baby?”

The feeling so overwhelming, you’re unable to reply. Wanda merely laughs before pressing into you, revelling in how easily you swallowed her fingers, hips moving in time with her. The rooms fills with sounds of breathless moans and her fingers fucking you, her other hand snaked under your top to pinch at your nipples.

“Feels so good.” You manage to stutter out, and bring her down to your lips. Once again, locked in another fervent kiss, moans spilling into her mouth.

A knock on the door jolts you out of your reverie, lips smacking as you pull away, eyes drawn towards the source. Panic surges in your chest as you remember earlier Wanda had invited some of her cast mates to your suite for a games night. Helplessly, you attempt to get your girlfriend to stop, your hand curling around her wrist pumping into you, but she didn’t. Instead, she speeds up, fingers now sliding in at a bruising pace in comparison to her earlier slower one. Your knees were trembling, cunt pulsing around her rigid knuckles, as her thumb circles your clit desperately.

“Gotta be quick, baby,” She huffs, energy depleting with each thrust, whispering terms of endearment as you convulsed, muffling your sounds of pleasure into her neck. Her chest heaves, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin as she hovers over you.

You couldn't help the way your body shudders, so sensitive, every nerve ending screaming for her to stop and yet for her to continue. Trembling a little less now, her fingers slip out of you cautiously, soothing along your flushed skin despite being coated in you. She studies the room accessing the damage before turning back towards you, noticing you’re already looking up at her, the buzz of your orgasm fading away slightly.

To be honest, you didn’t want games night to happen.

You wanted to spend the rest of your night wrapped up in your girlfriend’s arms, listening to her steady heartbeat as she held you close. But you knew Wanda was shy, and in this industry, she struggled to make friends. It was a hard world to navigate, full of people who wanted something from her or who couldn’t look past her fame to see the wonderful person she was beneath it all. You didn’t want to get in the way of that, all because you were feeling needy and wanting her sole attention. It was her night. Wanda deserved to have friends, people she could laugh with, people who would remind her that not everyone wanted something from her. So, despite the ache in your chest, you pushed your feelings aside, biting down on your lip, trying to suppress the soft whimper that threatens to escape, but she notices.

She always notices.

“Shh, it’s okay,” she coos, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then your cheek, and then your nose. Her lips were warm, comforting, grounding you back to the present. “You did so well, sweetheart.” She leans down placing one last kiss – this time upon your lips, “You know I love you, right?”

You nod, a shy smile curling at the corner of your mouth. “I love you too.”

“Good,” she hums softly, her voice carrying a note of finality. “Now, come on,” her hand behind your back guiding you to your feet, “help me tidy up?”

You groan playfully, your muscles protesting as you try to follow her lead. You wobble when you stand, a reminder of just how thoroughly she’d loved you, and she chuckles, steadying you with a hand on your waist

“Easy there.” She teases, holding tight to your waist. You feel her breath tickle the top of your head, and then, with a gentleness that contrasts the intensity of earlier, she places a chaste kiss upon your tousled hair, before collecting her jacket and buttoning it up around herself like before.

"Oh, Tony’s gonna have a field day when he sees you," she murmurs, the amusement in her voice impossible to miss. You can almost picture it now—Tony’s raised eyebrows, the sly grin that would stretch across his face when he spots the two of you looking disheveled as ever, and the sex joke already bursting free from his smart ass mouth.

“Whatever, Maximoff.” You push her away and in the direction of the door, “go let them in.”

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gl1tchedchxos · 6 months ago

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THIS IS ME!!!! 🦈

— THE FORT OF DISTRACTIONS

Pairing(s): mommy!wandaxautistic!reader

Summary: wanda builds a cosy fort for y/n to watch wanda's favourite sitcom together. while wanda is eager to enjoy the show, Y/N, whose special interest is sharks, keeps sharing fascinating shark facts, which is endearing to wanda but also tests her patience. despite the interruptions, wanda treasures these moments, appreciating the unique bond they share. after some gentle reminders, y/n tries to focus on the sitcom, and they both find joy in each other's company, balancing their interests and creating a special memory together.

Warnings: mommy kink, autistic reader annoying wanda (adding this as a warning because although it's nothing i know how triggering it can be when people get annoyed by our traits), includes themes of bonding, patience, and managing distractions, but nothing that seems overtly triggering

Word Count: 1,198 words.

Author's Note: can you tell what my special interest is? lol

The warm glow of the fairy lights cast a cozy ambience within the confines of the fort. Soft pillows and blankets were artfully arranged, creating a snug nook perfect for watching TV. Wanda had taken extra care to build this fort, knowing how much Y/N loved the sense of security and adventure it provided. It was a labour of love, with each blanket carefully draped, each pillow fluffed, and fairy lights creating a magical canopy above them.

They had settled in, popcorn bowl between them, the latest episode of their favorite sitcom starting to play on the laptop perched precariously on a stack of books. Wanda was eager to enjoy the show, a comedy she hadn't watched in years, and she hoped Y/N would get engrossed in it as well. The opening credits rolled, and Wanda leaned back, sighing contentedly.

"Mommy, did you know that sharks have been around for over 400 million years? They existed even before trees!" Y/N's voice cut through the opening scene of the sitcom.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at Y/N. "I didn't know that, but let's try to watch the show, okay?"

Y/N nodded vigorously, eyes wide with agreement. "Right, the show. Sorry."

For a few minutes, silence reigned as the sitcom played on. Wanda started to relax, her attention drifting back to the screen. But soon enough, Y/N was at it again. "What about that some sharks can glow in the dark? They have special cells that produce light, like deep-sea lantern sharks. Isn’t that amazing?" Y/N’s eyes were wide with excitement, clearly fascinated by the wonders of the ocean.

Wanda sighed softly, a fond smile tugging at her lips despite her frustration. "That's wonderful sweetie, let's focus on the show now. We can talk about glowing sharks later."

Y/N's face lit up with excitement. "Okay, okay. But just one more thing – did you know that whale sharks are the largest fish in the ocean? They can grow up to 60 feet long!"

Wanda gently placed a finger over Y/N's lips, silencing her with a patient smile. "Y/N, I love your shark facts, but can we please enjoy the show?"

"Okay Mommy, sorry."

They managed to get through another ten minutes before Y/N's leg started to jiggle restlessly. Wanda noticed but tried to ignore it, focusing intently on the screen. Y/N shifted positions several times, rustling the blankets and making Wanda glance over, her patience waning.

"I just remembered something!" Y/N blurted out, unable to contain her thoughts.

Wanda paused the show, sighing and turning to face Y/N fully. "Okay, what is it this time?"

Y/N hesitated, sensing Wanda's struggle to stay calm. "I… uh, just wanted to say I love you, Mommy."

Wanda's frustration melted instantly. She leaned in, wrapping Y/N in a warm hug. "I love you too, sweetie. Now, how about we try to finish this episode? I really want to see the end."

Y/N nodded, feeling the comfort of Wanda's embrace. "I'll try, Mommy. I promise."

As they settled back into the fort, Y/N made a conscious effort to stay quiet, though the occasional random shark fact still slipped out.

"Did you know that sharks don't have bones? Their skeletons are made of cartilage, the same stuff that's in our ears and noses."

Wanda smiled, knowing Y/N couldn’t help it. They continued to watch the sitcom, laughter occasionally erupting from both of them as the episode unfolded. But soon enough, Y/N’s curiosity got the better of her again.

"Some sharks have a spiral-shaped intestine that slows down the digestion of food? It's called a spiral valve, and it helps them absorb nutrients better."

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head slightly. "I didn't know that, but that's really interesting. How about you save a few more facts for later?"

Y/N nodded, but it was clear she was bursting with more information. "Sure, but did you know that sharks can go into a trance? If you flip them upside down, they go into a state called tonic immobility. It's kind of like they're hypnotised."

Wanda marveled at Y/N's endless curiosity. "That's fascinating, sweetie. You know so much about sharks!"

Y/N beamed, proud of her knowledge. "Yeah, they’re amazing creatures. They’re my special interest for a reason. And did you know that the smallest shark is the dwarf lantern shark? It's only about 8 inches long, and it lives deep in the ocean where it's really dark."

Wanda found it endearing, despite the interruptions. She knew this was just how Y/N's mind worked – always buzzing with curiosity and energy. She gently squeezed Y/N’s hand and smiled.

As the sitcom continued, Y/N finally managed to settle down a bit, snuggling closer to Wanda. The warmth of the fort, the soft glow of the lights, and the gentle rustling of the blankets created a perfect atmosphere of comfort and love. The sitcom played on, and though the interruptions continued, Wanda cherished each moment.

But Wanda's patience was wearing thin. She had been looking forward to this sitcom marathon all week, hoping to share her favourite shows with Y/N. She loved Y/N's passion for sharks, but tonight she just wanted to relax and enjoy some comedy. The next episode began, and Wanda silently prayed for a few uninterrupted moments. Just as a particularly funny scene started, Y/N piped up again.

"Did you know that sharks can detect electrical fields? They have these special organs called ampullae of Lorenzini that help them sense the electric fields of other animals. It’s how they hunt!"

Wanda sighed, feeling the tension rise. "Y/N, sweetie, I love that you're so excited about sharks. But I really want to watch this show. Can we have a shark-free zone for just a little while?"

Y/N looked crestfallen for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay, Mommy. I’m sorry. I just get so excited about them."

Wanda softened, pulling Y/N into another hug. "I know, sweetheart. And I love that about you. But let's try to focus on the sitcom for now. Afterward, we can have a long shark talk, just you and me."

Y/N brightened up at the thought. "Really? A whole talk just about sharks?"

"Absolutely," Wanda promised, kissing the top of Y/N’s head. "Now, let's see what crazy thing happens next in the show."

As they settled back once more, the warmth of their shared love and understanding enveloped them. The sitcom's antics finally captured Y/N's attention, allowing Wanda a brief respite. They laughed together at the funny scenes, and for a while, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their shared enjoyment.

And as frustrating as it could be, Wanda wouldn't trade these moments for anything. The fort, the sitcom, the endless shark facts – they were all part of the beautiful chaos that made their life together so special. Each fact, each question, and each hug made the experience uniquely theirs, a testament to the bond they shared and the joy they found in each other's company.

#sharks #wanda maximoff #Wandaandsharks #perfect harmony

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