#Bottom!Wanda

[randomshyperson]

My Sweet Valentine - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Delayed in planning Valentine's Day, you and Wanda try to do something together. The spider routine ends up getting in the way, but that doesn't mean the date was lost.

Warnings: (+18) bottom!wanda, enchanted strap, creampie, fingering, dry humping, very fluff and domestic, established relationship, both r and w are briefly specified to be introverted. | Words: 3.206k

A/N-> I had this idea while I was rewatching Sound!Euphonium, I didn't catch the relation to it but I ended up writing this on my phone again so forgive me if there are spelling mistakes. It's always great writing Spider!Reader, I hope you enjoy it.

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-&-

To plan Valentine's Day with your girlfriend should be an easy thing. 

But for two Avengers who happen to be the most introverted antisocial people on earth - and those were Natasha's Romanoff words, not yours - the task could be really hard.

But it was you and Wanda's first Valentine's Day as a couple and you were really late on schedule.

While Natasha planned to have the most incredible and romantic trip to Greece with Maria and Tony and Pepper made reservations at some exclusive fancy Italian restaurant, you and Wanda were side to side laying on your apartment carpet. Trying to decide what you could do together by reading some flyers that were spread around the floor.

Wanda had one of the fancy restaurants in her hands when she suggested: “How about dinner?”

You gaze at the restaurant propaganda, recognizing the name and the building from your little web-swinging adventures.

“The Geller’s is nice but it will be really crowded during Valentine's. And we both hate when places are too full.” You reason, receiving an agreement sound. “Maybe we can ask for takeout?”

Wanda chuckles. “On Valentine's Day? Every place will mess up our orders, I'm sure of it. Places are normally understaffed, ordering food on holidays is like asking for them to mess up your food.”

You sigh deeply. “Yeah, you're totally right. So, maybe I can cook?”

She smiles. “We are going for food poisoning then, huh?” She teases making you chuckle with an expression of false offense. You playfully bumped your shoulder on hers but you don't move away after. The touch is warm and nice. “You cook then.”

“Yeah, but is not like we would find any free spots anywhere. We delay this way too much.” She mutters without sounding really upset. Her words were true, you both have been dancing around this date for almost three months now ever since Tony showed everyone his and Pepper's reservations. But neither of you was that anxious to be locked with another hundred couples in some loud restaurant with extra expensive and not-that-good food.

The restaurants were not the only thing discarded - Yelena and Kate's idea of a date, and band concerts were also politely declined. Mostly because neither you nor Wanda felt like facing a whole weekend of poor public hygiene and the crazy routine of musical festivals while babysitting Natasha's little sister who would definitely get really drunk with her girlfriend.

Steve was the one who suggested the most quiet and family thing, a road trip to the countryside. But since he was going with Bucky and you and Wanda didn't wish to be traumatized by their physical display of affection, their invitation was also declined.

Back on the floor of your apartment, you helped Wanda with the papers around the floor.

You were worried she would be upset about the lack of plans - even Sam with his eternal bachelor status was having a date night with some old colleague from the army. You worried that Wanda might think you're not excited to spend time with her when it is pretty much the opposite of it.

“You know, we don't really have to do anything just because everyone is doing.” You start, hands ready to catch the papers she's bringing. “We could just watch a movie.”

Wanda smiles, the papers are put in your hands but she doesn't move hers away.

“If you brought wine it would be like any other date night.”

“That's not a bad thing, right?” You retort immediately, eyes anxious towards hers. She frowns, a confused chuckle escaping her.

“No, I mean… you think that too right?”

You shrug; “I just want to spend Valentine's and any other day with you, Wands. What we are doing doesn't matter much.”

She smiles, coming closer to kiss you on the lips. But the kiss is quicker than you wished. One of her hands caresses your cheek as she speaks:

“Good to know, darling, 'cause I'll be watching you do the dishes tonight.”

You chuckle, rolling her eyes at her teasing but pouting when she escapes your attempt at a second kiss.

-&-

Valentine's Day is unfortunately a busy day for the spider.

It was true that you and Wanda didn't plan anything big but you wanted to bring her some flowers and her favorite chocolate but after fighting another dressed-up lunatic at the city hall and avoiding three different catastrophes, anything inside your backpack was definitely destroyed.

You swing back into your apartment with the mess of your gifts dripping to the floor. The wine bottle broke and soaked the chocolate and the poor flowers. Bye-bye to any college homework you forgot there.

Throwing the item at the sink, your body towards the couch was the second thing you threw. 

And against the soft pillows the day tiredness caught up at you. With the thought that you would rest your eyes for five minutes, you woke up hours later with the door locked.

Wanda's angry arrival was also an efficient clock.

“God, what is wrong with you? I've been calling you all day!” She slammed the door behind her, and the next second the day's newspaper was thrown at you. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? We have talked about this! You can't just fight some three-sized villain and vanish without a word! I thought-” But she stops herself, taking a deep breath when her voice cracks. You feel so terrible sorry. You know very well that Wanda has lost enough people for the whole ghosting thing to be too hard on her. Intentional or not. 

You get up. “Hey, I'm so sorry Wands, my phone broke and I came right here and closed my eyes for like two seconds. I'm sorry.” But Wanda shook her head, covering her eyes for a moment. She was not even that mad at you, it was clearly an accident that you forgot to call. But she has been so nervous all day worried about you that she needed a minute. Suddenly, she catches a glimpse of the wine-soaked flowers at the kitchen counter and frowns. “What is that?”

The slight indignation about the mess of an apartment you both worked hard to keep clean vanished the second she realized those were gifts.

You fixed your hair awkwardly. “Hm, I was trying to make a romantic gesture. But I forgot I'm always on some freak radar.”

Wanda's hands reached for the flowers and as gentle as her touch, her magic flowed from her fingers to take all the wine away. In no time, the petals were as beautiful and healthy as when you brought it.

“This is really not fair, darling.” She starts, moving to check the rest of the gifts. “You made it to the front page and I have every right to be mad you didn't call through the suit to let me know you're alive.” You wanted to mutter that you're still getting used to the new suit and its high-tech functions, but Wanda is turning at you again with crossed arms.

“It’s not fair, how hard you're making to stay mad at you.”

You gave her a lopsided smile. “So, you like the chocolate that much, huh?”

She rolled her eyes, trying to contain her smile. “Why don't you go shower while I make dinner? There's grease from Rino's suit all over your face.”

You click with your tongue, swinging a little. “Let me guess, you not joining me at the shower is my punishment for not calling through the suit?”

She finally let that smile escape. “Clever girl.”

You chuckle to yourself before nodding and heading to the bathroom.

-&-

Forgotten dinner plates at the living room table when Wanda reached the chocolate box. She shared them with you during the sitcom marathon you too were doing but after finding yourself hypnotized by her laugh for the fourth time in a row, you gave up eating at all.

The last chocolate was put away when she caught you staring.

“What?” 

“What what?” You retort with a chuckle, having some pride over the soft blush of her cheeks.

“You were staring.” She says then, drifting her gaze from the TV to you with some resistance. You know her enough that it's because Wanda is terrible at hiding her own shyness under your loving glance. She always was. 

“Can you blame me?” Your teasing just makes her blush more. You just decide to make it worse. “You're simply too charming not to be looked at. So gorgeous, so pretty. I feel so lucky.”

“Stop it.” She giggles with rosy cheeks at your praise. But despite her words, she opens her arms as an invitation for you to come closer. You practically jump from your spot - a few centimeters from her since your last trip to the kitchen to grab sodas - and greet the warmth of her embrace.

Wanda hugs your body while you melt into her, the soft caress on your spine being more than enough to bring back your interrupted slumber that evening. But somehow you manage to stay wide awake, perhaps because the way you press your face into her boobs makes her giggle and playfully tug at your hair, which happens to have a completely different effect on you. 

Her body tenses up a little when your lips start sucking at her collarbone, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. You suddenly recall that it has been some time, a week maybe two since you had enough free time to be this close. 

Your lovely girlfriend probably missed you as much as you missed her.

The soft sucking turns into something more determined, then into a bite and a licking that turns Wanda into a panting mess. She grows restless under you, fingers tugging at your hair with some guidance towards your movements in her neck until finally, your mouth meets her again.

Hot open-mouthed kisses before softer ones. You kiss and she kisses you back until all of your clothes are disheveled around your bodies and she looks up at you with pleading eyes and slightly open lips. Begging for more.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” You suggest inches from her lips but she shakes her head, fingers dancing under your shirt.

“You can have me right here.” She whispers back, stealing all your coherent thoughts for a second. 

Your hands are shaking a bit with eagerness when you pull at your clothes, with Wanda's help they are off in no time. Her chest heaves when you take her top off and Wanda stares back while you can't seem to be able to look away from her tits.

“You good there?” She teases you breathlessly when your lack of action lingers. You chuckle, hands at her sides. 

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” You retort managing an affectionate roll of eyes from her.

“You're such a dork.” She giggles but purposely lifts her chest in your direction, making you swallow hard. When you don't take the bait immediately, she sighs. “I would love for you to more than stare, detka.”

You groan, hovering over her. “Well, your wish is my command, madam” You reply, leaning down to capture her lips. Teasing Wanda with soft bites on her lower lip every time you break the kiss before starting another turns her into a needy mess under you. She gets impatient very quickly and brings her hands to your cheeks, pulling you down with determination. Her tongue takes the lead in a heated kiss that takes all the air out of your lungs. 

Panting against her mouth while trying to match the intensity of her demand, you let your hands grope around her body towards her chest, effectively taking the lead again when you start playing with her hardened nipples and Wanda loses her ability to kiss you back.

When she whimpers into your mouth, her hips restless while your fingers pinch her cute tits, you chuckle. “Ah, is there something you want, baby?”

She struggles to speak firmly. "I need you to stop teasing and fuck me." You grunt at her answer. You would have obeyed immediately if you hadn't been able to feel Wanda shaking. She gasps as you adjust, your knee finding her middle and giving her something to grind against as you resume your actions on her breasts. She throws her head back, biting her lip hard as her hips move almost of their own accord.

It's a hot mess, her first orgasm of the night. You didn't even have to take off all her clothes. When Wanda shivers terribly, and you feel the wetness against your knee, you bite down at her tit and that makes her let out a muffled scream.

Wanda is panting and her face is very flushed when you look at her again, her expression satisfied after an intense orgasm.

You hum happily, moving your hands down as you tilt your face to kiss her on the lips. She gasps into your mouth when she feels your fingers draw a path through her ruined panties.

"You made such a mess, sweetheart." You whisper between one kiss and another, two digits pushing gently without even removing her underwear. Wanda arches toward you, squeezing your shoulders for something to hold on to. Her green eyes are completely dilated now and you love how they display a vulnerable begging. Pulling your fingers out again, you let your thumb draw circles on her covered clit and enjoy the way her thighs tremble around you. "Tell me what you want, Wanda."

She has a little difficulty responding while feeling you teasing her, but despite noticing her heartbeat against your fingertips, you don't interrupt your movements. If anything, they become even more determined. Wanda pants, hips trying to match the rhythm of your fingers.

"C-can we use the strap tonight?" She manages out of breath. "I like feeling you come inside me."

Your witch girlfriend's favorite toy is somewhere in the room, and given the busy schedule of two superheroes, it wasn't used as often as you would like. Wanda has barely suggested, and you're already nodding, panting aroused just imagining yourself stretching Wanda again.

But suddenly your fingers push the fabric out of the way, and you sink inside her without warning, ripping a moan from her throat.

"Give me one more first." You demand, watching as Wanda nods in near desperation, brow furrowed at her rapidly building orgasm. Your rhythm is brutal, and she squeezes and squeezes until you can barely push your fingers inside her. You bring your free hand to one of her thighs, forcing her open as you adjust to improve your reach. Wanda sees stars. She lets go of your shoulders to grab the cushions and ends up destroying half of them with magical expelling when she finally falls over the edge.

An impressed chuckle escapes you at the scene. You're usually the one responsible for destroying things with your spider strength - It's always nice to see Wanda lose some of the control she's fought so hard to have.

Kissing her softly, you feel her smile in some exhaustion. She needs a few seconds, so you pull out your fingers and suck them clean while green eyes watch you from below. Wanda wants to kiss you again, but you adjust to carry her on your lap, and after two orgasms in a row, she won't contradict you.

She feels the soft blankets against her back a moment later and relaxes fully into the bed as you move around the room working to find and put on the strap. It doesn't take more than two minutes, yet Wanda sighs impatiently before letting her hands roam her own body, pinching her breasts and teasing downwards. She bites her lip at the soaked state she finds herself in, tentatively collecting some of that moisture before hearing a husky laugh that makes her look up.

"You don't have to play alone, I'm right here." You let her know softly, but Wanda swallows at the sight of your naked figure and the enchanted hardness between your legs. Of all the things she learned to do, that honestly has to be her best spell. One of your hands grabs the silicone, instinctively or not, imitating the masturbation gesture that Wanda is making and she shudders to the tips of her toes, her body on fire. Her hand moves out of her panties immediately, raising it into the air in a beckoning gesture. You don't need to be told twice.

It's a breathless kiss when you reach her face again, equally eager to feel each other, there's a little war of pushing and pulling until Wanda feels completely pressed into the bed, the strap rubbing against her entrance.

You pull away when she whimpers - It's just to pull down her panties, and Wanda kicks the item away as you climb back up. Your mouth finds hers again so that when you align the strap and sink into her, you can swallow her moans.

The stretch is slow and careful, very different from the breathless way you were making out a few minutes ago. Wanda lets her nails dig into your lower back as you fight the urge to be rougher.

She gets used to the size very quickly, the creaminess of her previous orgasms making an obscene sound that makes her ears redden. You break the kiss to ask if she's ready and the only response you get is a determined throw of her hips up that registers her impatience.

In all quickies, you're always rough. Desperate to feel her, because you miss Wanda as much as she misses you, and in the rush, there's no time to prolong moments like this. But it's the first time in many months that you're relaxed, and you can thrust slowly and sensually inside Wanda, letting her feel every movement of your cock inside her warm walls as you kiss her and whisper praises in her ear.

Heat is spread under your skin, and sweat accumulates with the slow stimulation. You feel closer each time you sink inside her, and when Wanda starts whimpering in your ear, it feels like an impossible task to hold it.

"You're close?" You pant, hips starting to buckle. "I don't think… I can hold it anymore... Wands-" You choke, letting your face fall against her collarbone. The knot in your abdomen explodes without warning, and you moan deeply as you spill yourself inside Wanda, the enchanted strap vibrating inside her. It turns out that feeling you come was the push she needed, and Wanda sobs as she feels the blinding pleasure hit her, following you into climax a second later.

For a moment, all that can be heard in that room are your breathless sighs until your hoarse and satisfied chuckles emerge.

You remain inside her when you adjust so that you rest your elbows on the mattress and see her face.

"Hey, little witch."

She pushes back her sweaty hair with one hand, the other moving to rest on your neck. "Hey, spider."

Your nose brushes against hers. "I think we nailed Valentine's Day."

She giggles before pulling you for a kiss.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 24 - Enchanted Strap

pairing: sub!Wanda x dom!Reader

summary: Wanda tries a new spell.

content warnings: strap-on, blowjob

word count: 1k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

“Hey,” you say, dragging out the end of the word as you walk towards where Wanda is seated on the couch. She sets her book down as you approach, smiling up at you as you gently sit down on her lap, draping yourself over it. 

“Remember the spell I asked you about?” 

Wanda chuckles at that, her cheeks growing slightly pink. She nods, biting her lip as her hand slowly rubs your thigh. 

You smile back at her, one of your hands coming up to cup her cheek, loving the way she nuzzles into it. Your fingers gently stroke her soft skin, moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. Truly, you were lucky to have Wanda as a girlfriend, and the fact that she was a witch only made you love her more. 

She’d been nervous to tell you at first, but your eyes had lit up and you’d cupped her jaw and told her to show you more in that commanding, breathless tone of yours. Wanda didn’t have the willpower to deny you, so she’d demonstrated her powers for you as you’d watched with child-like glee, your eyes wide and hands still gentle and loving when you touched her. 

You were the first person she’d ever told about her powers, and she couldn’t have been luckier to have you. 

“I want you to use it,” you say, your fingers moving to play with a few strands of her auburn hair. 

Wanda blushes harder at that. God, she gets so adorably shy. It's one of the most endearing things about her, truly, you love it. Her hands move slightly quicker against your thigh, and you can practically hear the thoughts spinning around in her mind. 

“Now, love,” you say, dropping your voice lower as you stand. Holding out a hand, you help Wanda up from the couch, smiling at the quiet ‘yes, darling’ that she responds with. 

You watch her walk toward the bedroom, shamelessly admiring her silhouette. Feeling yourself growing wet, you sink back onto the couch with a slight groan. Picking up Wanda’s book, you make sure to save her spot before setting it on the coffee table and stretching out on your stomach. 

The urge to rut your hips and grind into the cushion is strong, but you refuse to be caught in such a position. You could control yourself, you weren’t some… animal that just gave into their urges on a whim. But, you were pretty sure that wouldn’t last long tonight. 

After some time, Wanda calls your name from the bedroom. You feel your heart rate jump in anticipation, the heat between your thighs becoming almost unbearable. 

You slowly walk toward the room, steeling yourself as your nerves spike with excitement. The room is dark when you enter, a single lamp illuminating Wanda’s figure as she sits on the edge of the bed. She’s holding something in her hands, and you smile at her as you close the door behind you. 

“Put it on me, sweetheart,” you murmur, stepping further into the room. 

“Come here then,” Wanda says, her voice only slightly shaky as she commands you. A slight chuckle escapes you before you raise an eyebrow at her and move to stand directly in front of her. 

Her hands tremble slightly as she raises the harness to your hips, the dark red strap-on looking absolutely perfect in the dim lighting. God, you really hoped this spell worked. 

“I said the incantation correctly, so just… let me know what you’re feeling, okay?” Wanda says softly, her hands quickly securing the straps around your hips and thighs. 

You let your hands run through her hair as she works, your fingernails scraping against her head slightly. Feeling her tighten the last strap, you watch her lean back to admire her handiwork.

“Well,” you say, tilting your head. “Go on.” 

Wanda looks at you with wide, hungry eyes. Her pupils are already blown, and you know that she’d probably worked herself up just by enchanting the dildo. Sliding off the bed, Wanda gets on her knees in front of you, her hands coming up to rest on your hips. 

“Suck it.”

Obeying, Wanda wraps her lips around your strap, and that’s when you feel it. 

Oh. God. 

The sensation of her lips and tongue swirling around the tip of your strap causes your knees to buckle. Wanda’s strong hands support you, spinning you around until you’re seated on the edge of the bed, your hands gripping the comforter tightly. 

Emboldened by your reaction, Wanda takes you further into her mouth, loving the way you moan and buck your hips. One of your hands moves to grip her hair, the painful sensation causing her to moan. 

Everything happens all at once. Her moan vibrates against your strap, and the added sensation causes your orgasm to wash over you. It’s powerful, and you lose control slightly as you fuck yourself further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. 

Wanda’s fingers dig into your hips, but you hold her head painfully still as you spasm and jerk, your orgasm causing all of your muscles to lock up. Her pitiful whines and choked sounds cause another, smaller orgasm to wash over you, and you pant as she takes you further down your throat. 

The sensation of Wanda’s head bobbing up and down your strap sends your brain into overdrive. You finally feel the aftershocks hit, the peak of your orgasm fading as pleasure continues to roll through you. 

“Fuck,” Wanda chokes, finally pulling her mouth free from your strap. She licks the tip, smiling at the way your hips jerk in response. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

A half moan, half chuckle escapes you. 

Slowly, you pull Wanda into a standing position, ignoring the way your over-sensitive strap jerks when her thigh touches it. You want this night to be perfect, and you want to show Wanda just how proud you are of her new enchantment. 

“Lie down for me, love,” you murmur, already looking forward to the feeling of her soaked core sliding against your strap. God, you can’t wait to sink into her and fuck her while feeling her around you. 

“I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

I love Bottom!Step-Mom!Wanda, just so desperate for affection and just so needy ✨

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Pairing: G!P Subby Wanda x SoftDomme Fem!Reader I had the hornyest Subby Wanda thoughts today and it's my first time ever... I totally ruined my writing for the day, but I came up with the below headconons because I couldn't help myself. Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, edging, denial, orgasm control, teasing, oral, anal play, use of butt plug, strap-on use, use of a cock cage, breeding kink, handjobs, cock-warming, ruined orgasms, aftercare

You love to cock-warm her for hours, because you know how much it affects her. She goes crazy when she’s inside you, but she’s not allowed to move. She begs so prettily for you to let her fuck you, tears filling her eyes when you deny her advances. She just wants to make you feel so good. She has the biggest breeding kink, always wanting to fill you up and keep her cock inside, so none of it would spill. Sometimes you like to punish her by riding her and pulling away from her throbbing cock just when she starts to cum. She looks so defeated, watching all her cum spill out of her cock and down her shaft, waisted… Ruining it hurts, but it’s the fact that it’s not inside you that really bothers her. She needs so much aftercare on nights like that. You love to put a plug inside her tight hole and pull up her boxers, stroking her cock through them, until she makes a mess. You send her off to work like that, patting her bottom at the door. It gets her hard again and you watch her awkward walk as she gets to the car, giggling as you wave at her. You make her send you pictures of her cock throughout the day, telling her how much you miss her and how badly you want her in your mouth, knowing that it gets her throbbing instantly.   You love to put her on her knees and make her eat you out over and over again. You always encourage her to stroke herself, watching her edge herself, because she’s not allowed to cum until you’re satisfied.   You love to edge her cock so much. She gets so reactive when you do. You love to use your hands, or your mouth, but what affects her the most is when you rub your wet pussy over her length. She always begs to please let her be inside. It’s where she belongs. It doesn’t feel right when she’s not inside you. When you actually do let her be inside, riding her, slowly and sensually, she cums in seconds and it gives you great pleasure to help her ride it out and then climb over her face and make her clean up her mess. When she’s been especially bad, usually touching her desperate cock without permission, you like to put her in a cock cage and watch her strain against it. You make her pretend that she’s fucking you while she’s all locked up, the entire time telling her how she could have been fucking you for real if she had been patient. That usually stops her from touching for a while. When she feels really subby, she loves for you to put on your harness and take her from behind with your strap. You always do it so gently and slowly, caressing her and kissing her all over, telling her what a good girl she is for you. She can come just from this and she has, when you’ve worked her up really well, but you prefer to stroke her through it, wanting her to feel good and to have a really satisfying orgasm. She’s very touchy and she craves closeness, so you always give her so much cuddles during aftercare. The way you smell calms her and makes her feel safe. She has her nose in the crook of your neck whenever she gets a chance. ___________________________________________________ So... Yeah, it's possible that I was a little horny for this today. Hope you enjoyed it. If so, let me know ;)

[cakechan123]

Can someone please create some unique or diff wanda stories. I m bored with same old mommy wanda or dominant wanda.

Sub or bottom or switch wanda stories are so less.

Enemies to frnds are also rare

And arrange marriage stories or mafia stories.(sub wanda and dom reader).. I don't see any.

Rich bully wanda x poor nerd reader stories(intersex reader)

Or

Famous rich reader and cheerleader wanda already in relationship with vision her future fiancé set by her parents.. Wanda cheating on vision with y/n. They might be fuck buddies or y/n put some condition or blackmail infront of wanda.

Imagine wanda being a good sub houswife for her spouse. Cooking and pleasuring her spouse instead of being the most powerful being. Also her spouse has no idea about Wanda's power.

Or

Wanda is a spy and seduce y/n who is a dangerous person.. What will happen if y/n got to know about it.

Can someone please mention the stories if there are any.

(I m happy to reader wanda or Elizabeth stories with good story + smut) not only boring smut. Smut only works 100% for me if there is a story in it. ♥️

[wandasmistress]

You Belong to Me

Request-  Hello :) could you write Wanda x fem!reader where Wanda loves to tease R by flirting with other people and making her jealous so she flirts with Nat and R snaps, making Wanda suck her strap and fucking her in front of Nat to show her who she belongs to?

Synopsis-  You and Wanda have been seeing each other officially on the down low. So when she tests you, you must let her know that she is yours, and only yours.

Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content

Word Count- 4.4k

A/N- You already know I had to come back just to show some appreciation to Lizzie mf Olsen, happy birthday wife love u forever <3 This has been sitting in my drafts for a while(months), about time I got it out lol.</p>

*this does not mean im off hiatus, I still cant write a single paragraph for shit :(

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It was currently eleven pm and there you sat on the common room's incredibly comfy couch, staring thoughtlessly at the flickering 146” flat screen tv Tony had bought to lure more people into the living space to socialize. But he was wrong, the tv was so large that it managed to captivate everyone’s attention, leaving them astounded by its presence. So there was no real socializing going on except everyone gathering around to be couch potatoes for the next few hours.

At first, all you could do was helplessly stare at the screen, soaking in all the engrossing action-packed scenes and eye-opening visuals that had your mouth agape in awe, until she walked in. Her long deep auburn locks sway in all types of directions from her steady movements, reeling you in and taking your attention away from the attention-grabbing flatscreen instantly. The way her hips perfectly rocked side to side as she took each step closer to where you were, coming to a full stop in front of you while your eyes grazed over every inch of her faultless figure. 

Your mouth stayed parted as you sat silently in front of the staggering beauty, staring at her with adoration, you didn't dare blink once afraid of missing an ounce of her alluring presence.

“Hey, Wanda.” You rasped out, taking in an uneven deep breath as you continued to stare.

She knew how you felt about her since you two have been seeing each other on the low for about five months now, fucking each other senseless most nights you caught yourselves alone together. By now you knew every inch of each other bodies but it still amazed her how much of a lovesick fool you acted around her in public.

You both agreed there was no point in telling the others because their maturity level was too low to uphold that type of information anyway, plus the constant teasing and jokes would make both of you insane. But if the team really wanted to know it wouldn't take much to figure out what was going on with all the time you and Wanda spent out of the compound together, talking secretively, eating lunch together almost every day, and always being close to one another. The proof is evident to those who aren't blind. 

Wanda didn't respond to your greeting as she took a seat right next to you, awfully too close to your thighs, almost sitting in your lap. You sucked hard on your cheeks to suppress the urge to touch her to the best of your ability. There were others in the room although their eyes were glued to the screen, you still didn’t want to risk it.

Clint passed out straightaway when the movie started to play, he took up the plush velvet loveseat that was basically his from how often he resided there. While Natasha sat on an armchair to the side of the sectional you were currently sitting on. She was in your line of sight, her legs hanging from the armrests as she intently stared at the flashing screen, unbothered by the both of you.

“Hi,” Wanda answered simply with rosy cheeks, becoming flustered by the way you were staring at her, “what are you watching?”

It took a few moments for you to process what she said and then come up with a response because you were too busy caught in a trance staring at the way her mouth was moving.

“Oh, nothing- I mean just a movie.” You said quickly, your sudden rush in words causing her eyebrows to quark up and a small smirk to form on her lips.

“It seems like the only thing you're watching right now is me, precisely my lips.” She replies with a light chuckle, bathing in your attention.

But all you could do is nod your head subtly, looking off into the distance because of the slight embarrassment you were feeling. Not responding to her as your hand came up to scratch the back of your neck that wasn't itching.

In the next second, she bent down, her face mere inches away from yours as she navigated her mouth to the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, moya lyubov'. I love it when I make you stutter and act like a fool with just my presence.”

The only answer she receives is a small smile from you and a quick nod. Her stomach doing backflips at the way she has gotten you the noisy, cocky, smart-ass to subdue into a calm and demure version that she adored. She admired every single part about it, the way your eyes would dance around her body sending furtive tingles down her spine, or the way you subtly licked your lips as you locked eyes with her which made her want to jump on you instantly and send kisses down your warm neck that she loved sucking on, dearly.

With her thoughts clouded on the only thing possible for her in this situation, which is kissing you she slowly moves away from your ear and towards your dry lips. A playful smirk appears on her face as she comes forward to capture your lips in a kiss. When she is a second away from taking your lips on you avert your head in the other direction, your lips barely grazing hers. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she takes her head back and looks at you in a baffled mien.

You stiffly get up from your position on the couch and talk to her in a hushed tone while bringing your hand up to her arm, “Come on, you know we can't do that here.”

A small sweet pout finds its way on her face and you quickly look away knowing you won't be able to deny anything she wants if you continue staring at her.

“Your lips were very dry, I wanted to moisturize them for you.” She told you quietly while bringing her hand up to the side of your face so you could look at her again, only then did you catch the disappearing grin held on her face.

But you quickly dismissed her offer, shaking her off. You touched your lips feeling that they were in fact very dry. You gave a quick lick to your lips to tame the dryness, for now, not noticing the way Wanda’s eyes quirked up at the movement. “Well, then I better go get some buttery popcorn to help them.” And you briskly walked off towards the direction of the kitchen not waiting to see Wanda’s reaction. She let out a huff of breath and muttered a fine then sat back on the couch, crossing her arms over her body as she rolled her eyes and looked around the room.

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When you came back to your spot on the couch with your arms full of bagged candied junk and a big bucket of popcorn that you drenched in butter, ready to get your hands messy if it meant there was more flavor. You were expecting to see Wanda sitting next to your spot but instead the whole sectional was empty when you picked up your head in confusion that's when you spotted her; in reality them.

There Wanda was, sitting on Natasha’s lap, her position had changed so now she was sitting properly in the chair as Wanda was sitting horizontally on her lap, her legs hanging off the side of the armrest. Your fingers clenched tightly as you squeezed the life out of the candy bags in your fist. Irritation bubbling up inside of you fast, or was it jealousy? You didn't care to figure out which ones it was as you sat down grumpily with a displeased face.

You glanced over to Natasha and Wanda every now and then, seeing the way Nat’s hand was resting too low on Wanda’s back for your liking. Your lip raised in disgust as anger boiled inside of you, all of your focus now on the pair. You turned your head away quickly, rolling your eyes in the process as you glanced back at the screen, a cloud of envy overcoming you. Seeing Natasha be that close to Wanda made your skin crawl, she was yours, not hers, so why was Wanda entertaining that idea with a slick smile on her face,

Wanda could feel you staring daggers into the side of her head and she was enjoying every second of it. It was rare for her to ever see an ounce of jealousy pour out from you but she wanted to try something new for once and see your reaction, and she loved it. From the corner of her eye, she could see how your gaze stayed fixated on her. How your jaw was clenching and unclenching each time Natasha rubbed her backside and gripped her waist a little tighter.

She even made eye contact with you multiple times, staring into your pique-filled irises and she couldn't help but smirk and send a small wave your way, biting her lip to add an extra bit of pettiness because she knew what it did to you. All you could do was look away with a roll of your eyes, their intertwined hands replaying in your mind hundreds of times over, gritting your teeth slowly behind your closed mouth.

You tried to keep your attention on the tv and not on Wanda even though you could hear her snicker and whisper at Natasha every few seconds, the sound of Natasha's laughter adding fuel to the displeasure you were feeling. You sat bitterly munching on the popcorn that you no longer had much enthusiasm for, but it was something that was distracting you for now at least.

When you finished all your snacks and popcorn in record time you continued staring at the glowing screen that was not getting your full attention, your arms crossed with a grudge now accustomed to your face. But it was when a familiar loud muffled laugh reached your ears your head flipped over towards the direction of the disruption, you wished you hadn't turned around because it was an eyesore. 

Wanda was chuckling into Natasha’s neck as Natasha’s hand firmly gripped her ass, by this time irritation had fully consumed you long ago and you were just waiting for the breaking point where you went erratic and now was that time.

You abruptly got up from the couch and snatched all your wrappers and empty popcorn bowl, flinging them onto the kitchen counter as you passed it on the way to your room. Your heavy steps thundered in the quiet hallway, followed by a harsh slam of a door. While you were in your room brewing in hatred, Wanda and Natasha had witnessed the sudden outburst that made each of them pause their movements and watch you retreat to your room with hunched shoulders. 

A frown came to Wanda’s face when she thought she took it too far, quickly releasing herself from Natasha’s hold and sitting down when you had previously sat, guilt clouding her consciousness as she wrapped herself in her arms. She wanted so badly to go and comfort you but she thought you wouldn't want to see her face so soon after the stunt she pulled. Internally scolding herself for inflicting those images that would have definitely gotten her riled up if she saw you wrapped in Natasha’s arms.

While Wanda was still reprimanding her actions in her head while staring down at her lap she failed to notice you entering back into the common room, concealed in your favorite wool grey blanket. She only noticed your presence when she felt a dip in the couch and your chummy arm wrapped around her shoulders causing her to jump from the abruptness. But when she turned to look she saw a slick smile on your face that made a shiver run down her spine. Her eyes narrowed just slightly as her eyebrows pinched together in perplexity.

She continued to look at you in bewilderment as you squeezed her shoulder with your hand and brought her body closer to yours. She didn't question a thing and went along with the strange behavior you were displaying if it meant that you forgave her for her earlier incautious antics that she deeply regretted. It surprised her greatly when you proceeded to wrap the thick blanket over her body, hiding both your bodies under the large duvet, your familiar scent wafting into her nose. She stiffened in her spot, shoulder tense and mouth tight-lipped. She brought her face back towards the screen and faked interest as she tried to calm herself down from your peculiar behavior. 

Then she felt your callous hands slide their way onto her bare thighs, her breath becoming shallow as she started to feel that familiar vibrating pulse that made her shut her eyes tightly and breathe in through her nose deeply. Just like how she knew what her lip-biting did to you, you knew how your touch affected her gravely. You let out a low chuckle into her ear at her reaction that you could never get enough of, tightening your grip on her slightly quivering thigh while your free hand moved the stray hair from the side of her face then sent a soft kiss to her temple.

She let out a soft gasp as her hand unconsciously moved under the blanket toward her heated center. The tension built up too much for her to properly function right now and she had to ease a little of it, at least that's what she told herself. You know exactly what she was doing the moment her arm moved under the blanket, your eyes following it attentively as it stopped above her center, a smug grin overcoming your face. Your hand was quick to move from her thigh and meet her hand at her center.

You clicked your tongue three times to catch her attention and whispered, “Filthy brats like you are always impatient.” You scold her with a sneering tone, biting her earlobe and making her shudder on the spot.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes out, eyes shut as more tension is added.

“It’s a little too late for that, sweetheart.” You hiss into her ear, a small whine releasing from the back of her throat when she feels your fingers rub over her clothed pussy.

“I really am, I really regret it. Please-.” She whispers out to you. Looking you deeply in the eyes, now it’s becoming hard for you to stay mad at her when she gives you that look. Her needy fingers quickly grip yours as she moves them past her pants and thong directly to her clit, “here.” She finishes off by biting her lip tenderly and staring enchantingly into your dour eyes.

You immediately remove your fingers from under her thong and pull it back causing it to snap back onto her aching clit, smiling as you see her close her eyes from the abrupt pleasure she has been longing for. 

You bring your mouth impossibly close to her ear and whisper out, “Then you should’ve thought before you acted like such a dirty little slut.” A muffled moan comes from her as you wrap the palm of your hand over her mouth, silencing her.

She squirms in her spot, begging for your fingers to play with her down under again, but she knows she can't be too loud in case she attracts attention and that's what makes the smug smile reappear on your face. When you make eye contact with her, you so badly want to stop the teasing and give her what she so desperately needs when a small pout forms on her precious face while her eyebrows furrow together instantly, but you hold out a little longer. 

Everything changes when you hear a loud laugh ring through your ears, disrupting your out-of-control thoughts about all the things you wanted to do to Wanda right now, how your mouth itched to be on every inch of her body. Your head shot towards the irksome sound, your eyes traveling to a very giggly Natasha who was doubling back in laughter.

You started to become infuriated with the way Natasha seemed to keep coming in between you and Wanda and out of anger, your hands squeezed like they normally did when you got too mad and needed to physically expel the energy. What you hadn’t noticed was your hand unconsciously traveling down towards Wanda’s center and encasing it in the palm of your hand, applying harsh pressure when you squeezed your fist.

This caused Wanda to let out a prolonged gruff moan that immediately shut Natasha up, making her head whip toward your direction. A conniving smirk appears on your face when you make eye contact with Natasha whose lips are pressed so tightly together that they form a straight line. While you're too busy reveling in the way Natasha’s confounded face enlightens you, you fail to notice the way her eyes trail to a still Wanda whose head hangs down as she pants with an open mouth while her eyes are pinched shut. 

Natasha’s eyes automatically raise at the sight, her head instantly snapped back towards the now not-so-enticing screen attempting to clear her mind of what just happened. Your venomous stare is still on her figure until there is messy panting in your ear, turning over to see Wanda resting her head on your shoulder as she grinds her hips into your still-stiff hand, her movements quenching her thirst for you to give her pleasure.

You decide to indulge in her urges and cup her cunt with such vigorousness that an oncoming moan gets trapped in her throat and her eyes roll to the back of her head in gratification. The next thing she does while she is in this intense moment of nostalgia is bite her bottom lip firmly. Once her plump bottom lip pops out of her pearly white teeth’s grasp you start breathing again.

“Fuck, you’re doing it again.” You groan out. Your other hand snaking up her waist, her trembling figure tucked close to you again, “teasing me like that when you know I can't have you fully.” You conclude which makes her give out a hazy chuckle.

“Who says you can’t?” She whispers back, a little too loud, but you don’t care one bit.

This triggers a ferocious instinct within you when you hear her response and quickly move her hand under the blanket toward your crotch. Her eyes light up at the gesture and she bites the inside of her cheek as she feels a bulge coming from your sweats. Her eyes trail up slowly to yours and she licks her now dry lips, encasing your bulge with her nimble fingers that seemed to fit perfectly around it. 

“Suck it.” You burst out quietly, staring her down.

She lets out a laugh in a response to your absurd command but quickly stops when she realizes you weren't joking. Her face drops in all emotion when she realizes you were serious, her eyes shifting around the room to Clint who was, no surprise, still knocked out, and to a tense Natasha. When she looked back at you you were nodding your head for her to do it and that was all it took for her to dive under the blanket swiftly. Her fingers already pulling down at the waistband of your sweats. It caught you off guard how eager she was to do this, but you loved it.

A smug smile sat upon your face at her willingness to do this in front of others, her fingers gripped the false cock as she inserted it in her mouth the next second. Bopping her head up and down, slightly gagging from the pace along with your hand snaking up into her hair and pulling it tightly although not enough to be painful. A quiet moan releases from her lips at the force and she looks up at you from underneath the blanket, through a small crack formed by the blanket. The sight takes your breath away, your lips quivering slightly. 

The way she was staring so endearingly at you sent a slight shiver down your back, your hand coming to her chin and pulling up so the strap was no longer in her mouth, she didn't hesitate to obey. She placed her hands on your chest to steady herself while her face was inches away from yours, now out of the blanket.

“Let me kiss those pretty lips of yours.” You whispered softly, your hands finding their place on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Her lips teasingly came closer to yours, when you successfully locked lips you both took your time savoring the taste of each other's lips and not rushing the kiss as it was slowed. Wanda bit your bottom lips so she could have access to your tongue, letting your tongues quarrel together as you held her close.

Your scheming fingers trailed down her spine and towards her plump ass and sneakily went under her pants, passing her thong that held a large damp spot that had spread further up,  your hands found her bare ass giving it a tight squeeze. She responded by pressing down harder on your chest, her nails digging through the fabric of your shirt as she tried her best to stifle her moan and you tried your best not to grunt from the pressure.

At the same moment, Wanda’s head found its place under your chin, her strong coconut-scented shampoo wafted into your nose which made you smile more profoundly. You took a few seconds to cherish her warm presence in your arms, and so did she from the way she didn't move out of the embrace.

Wanda’s thong and pants were starting to bother you since they were getting in the way of your hands fully grasping her, so you quickly whispered in her ear, “Take them off.”

Wanda’s head backed up from its place under your chin and she sent a wary glare your way. The pressure from her hands on your chest became lighter and you knew she was questioning if she should really strip, in the common room with others out of all places. But you reassured her as you brought the blanket further up her back for better consolation. She had managed to get out of both her pants and thong in under thirty seconds, surprising you when she returned to give a few sloppy lingering kisses to you while her hips ground down onto you. Making your hands recoil as they came back to her waist 

Giving no notice to Wanda you wasted no time in shoving the silicon cock straight into her needy center, inducing a deep muffled moan from the red-headed goddess, and a slight groan from you as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your own center started to be overcome with wetness. Your hips slowly grind up into Wanda’s soaking core, her tight pussy gladly welcoming the thick cock in.

The couch you were both sitting on started to shake violently from your intense deepening thrust that made Wanda see more than a million stars all at once, her eyes shut tight as her mouth hung open. Moans were the last thing to be released from her at the moment as she succumbed to her first climax of the night, you had plenty more to give her from her mischievous acts earlier.

Your hands clung around her waist, sure to leave deep purple marks. She spasmed above you, rigorously moving her hips into you to ride out her high. Your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of the extravagant beauty displayed in front of you, moving your head to the side to catch your breath. Not only did you catch the quick breath you needed but Natasha’s wondering eyes. A cocky smirk appeared on your lips as a single drop of sweat slid down your face to solidify her internal questions.

Eye contact between you and Natasha remained as you kissed the side of Wanda’s sweat-laced temple, Wanda still coming down from her high and attempting to catch her breath at the same time. Her uneven breaths became a soothing melody to your ears as your eyes remained on Natasha. A sadistic feeling clouded over you, telling Natasha that Wanda was yours without uttering a single word.

Your hips wasted no time getting back into action, your thrusts were deeper this time as you continued to stare down Natasha. Wanda practically clung onto you for dear life as her overstimulation made her want to combust then and there. Her futile shaky moans moved you to thrust your hips quicker and harder, making her much more vocal than she would have liked to be in a public setting.

Natasha was all too aghast to look and started to feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise from the uncomfortableness, she wasted no time in staying to listen and watch any longer. 

All it took was one second of you turning to look at Wanda as she started to pant your name messily while burying her head into your shoulder. You could feel her perky nipples poking out onto your chest which increased your desire for her even more. But by the time you looked back, there was no sight of the stunned woman, a fiendish smile corrupting your features.

You focused your attention back onto the convulsing woman that held on to you for dear life. Continuing to whisper sweet nothing into her ear as she came down from her second high of the evening, cherishing the way she felt within your grasp. Running your brawny fingers across her back while gripping her enticing curves.

You had enough of your fun for now and wanted to fully admire her behind closed doors where you worked best. “Let’s take this to the room, shall we?” You solemnly murmured in her ear. But she was all out of words as she only nodded against your collarbone and brought her head up to lazily gaze into your adoring eyes.

It took less than five minutes for both of you to be tangled beneath your silk sheets, desires running wild as the fun truly began.

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[ceridescent]

leviathan of light: martini shot

➛ actress!wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary: wrapping up the film shooting on a heart's day wouldn’t be your ideal course of action if you have plans with your loved ones. and so is a bullet vibrator in you when you're the star of the show. but as long as it's inconspicuous, it's no problem.

tags: bottom!wanda, top!reader, use of sex toy, semi-public, mommy kink, cunninglingus, hair pulling, & brief thigh riding.

word count: 2, 218

author’s note: here it goes!! first part of the series! i hope it's not hot enough you'd burn. :-)

part i of lush ministrations | series masterlist | main masterlist

the paintings adorning the vaulted ceiling, proof of faith and wars, encapsulating the sacrosanct space. the divinity of the cosmic beings, the galvanic echo of every worshiper who ever knelt before the cross, a prayer for every miracle. 

the whole crew of leviathan of light have gathered for the final shooting, excited spirits witnesses of the flamboyant setting, and none other than the two main stars — two goddesses molded into human forms, brazening each other accompanied by swords belted at their hips, prepared to swing with one mistake — fulfilling their roles as the camera rolls. 

you know a mistake occurs when the director scratches the front of his neck, a blush forming there. 

“do you really want me? or is this your way of getting back at my brother..?”

“CUT!”

no one notices the curl of your lip when the director yells the magic word, each and everyone filling the cathedral fixated over the two actors who are now having a small talk — one who provides encouragement, whilst the other spurting genuine apologies. “maximoff! what was that all about…”

“i’m so sorry, william. too much going in my head at-right now. can i take a 10? 15?” 

you intently listen to the hollywood star who simultaneously stammers and sighs, bringing her best doe-eyed face; the one that brings her everywhere. you try your best to mask a smirk. 

“of course, wanda.” an exchange of an understanding nod with a squeezed shoulder and you’re gritting your teeth, unable to take your sight off wanda’s exhale. pressing the circled button, you hear her faint yelp at the crawling pressure in her, each passing second sending her to hell. no one is supposed to touch her like that. 

wanda shuts her eyes tight whilst biting her lower lip, crouching as she grips her sides, causing the clingy man to help her stand, putting his hold around her hips to support her, touching her in places only you could. 

an uneasy groan erupts from your throat as you approach both co-workers, veiling your fume with a faux smile. “you okay?” placing your hands above where the director’s are, you tighten your grip around wanda’s waist to pull her over to your side. there’s nothing subtle with how you pushed his body away from her to stray, finalizing the interaction with, “i got her, thanks, william.”

“do you want to rest for a moment?”

miss hollywood nods her head, “yes but, maybe in the dressing room instead? i need-“

“say less, wanda. i’ll take care of you,” mumbling the last part is essential, shielding the exchange to the public eye. you escort wanda into the designated room, your arm possessively clutching her waist as she makes an effort to walk as normally as she does, declining the possible speculation that it’s like there’s something in between her thighs. 

“please baby!” wanda maximoff moans the moment you lock the door, pushing you against the nearest wall and latching her lips onto yours. she opens your mouth wide with her fingers, snatching them open, aiming to suck at your upper lip and catching your tongue with hers. 

it is rushing and sloppy, wanda pulling everything out of you because she needs you, because you’re the only one who could offer it to her. you’re smug about that, the provocation of wanda’s desperation to have you. with muffling moans and ragged breathing, you wrap your arms around wanda’s neck caressing the back of her hair as she grabs your sides, pulling your body towards her to grind on. 

a wanton whine escapes her throat, nipping at your lower lip, “please,” shock overwhelming her she bites your lip hard it bleeds. she licks it clean, and then swirls her tongue with yours, tasting the copper-metal of your blood. “plea-mmm!” a vibrating hum replaces wanda’s begging, her body quaking at the stimulation, falling over you. her grip tightens as another pulls at your hair. “let mommy come, baby-“

“hush, stay quiet. come here,” you prod sharply as you guide her face with your free hand and lock her lips with yours, an encompassing tender kiss. you allow wanda to hump her clothed pussy against your thigh, the firm grip on your sides never ending. a squeak escapes her when you flip places, pinning her against the wall. 

the actress shakes her head and pulls her face towards yours to capture the taste of your swelling lips but you are quick to pull away. you chuckle, “easy tiger,” pushing her shoulder blades to rest against the brick wall. wanda nods her head in defeat, “please, princess…” batting her doe-eyes. you chuckle, shaking your head. “that’s not gonna work with me.”

you breath hotly against her left cheek, “we have to be quick,” licking a stripe of her slender neck as you descend down towards the floor. “yes, baby. please me. please mommy,” wanda whimpers and tilts her head upwards, unbelievably enjoying how you handle her. she shivers as the shift of your hands deals with the buckle of the belt, undoing the zipper of her sponsored leather pants, the constricting clothes liberating her. 

you let out a teasing noise, “hmmm,” rubbing your thumb on her clitoris, grinning up at her as it sloshes. “you hear that?” you husk and lick your lips, imitating her desperate nods, batting your eyes innocently. “yeah?”

the actress clamps her teeth to her lower lip to suppress a loud moan threatening to spill your dirty little secret as you insert two fingers in her occupied pussy hole to release the bullet wedged in her ever since 7 in the morning. it’s half past 3 in the afternoon now, and there’s nothing more sensual than a domineering woman having all the patience in the world. 

you gasp, fake surprise coating your vicious, addicting face. “look what you were hiding in there, mommy!”

certainly drenched with wanda’s hot cum.

your frolic concludes as the hollywood star pushes your face against her pussy, your reflexes kicking in to lick her clean with your tongue. 

“yes!” wanda hisses, grinding herself over to you. forcing her hips to plant themselves against the brick wall, “impatient twat,” you mumble, the vibration reminding the hollywood actress who’s barely keeping it together — hand against her mouth — of the toy nestled inside her warmth on set the whole time. you pocket the toy, bringing both of your hands to focus holding her thighs in place. 

you refuse to tease wanda any longer, aware of her sensitive body caused by your amusement. watching the renowned wonder actress (derived from wonder woman) struggle reciting the most basic lines, and then enacting them in awe-striking emotions whilst you play with the remote control’s buttons, purposely pressing the highest setting when she was to do something elaborate. thus why miss hollywood deserves her awaiting release before the whole crew comes knocking down the dressing room. 

“all the things i want to do to you…” she heaves as she alternates between caresses on your crown and pulling at your mane. you could only hum, lapping at her juices, drinking her in for your own pleasure. wanda’s hot cum drips straight through your welcoming mouth, the scent of butter and almond filling your nostrils. 

flicking the tip of your tongue against the actress’ sensitive nub, you press your thumbs on her fleshy inner thigh, digging your nails into it to form red crescent marks. wanda’s legs quiver at the pain, a loud moan echoing inside the dressing room. 

“mommy can’t take it anymore, prin-!” a high-pitched keen comes out and no matter how still she makes herself to be you know she can’t prolong it any longer. “do it for me then.”

being stared at by someone above you — beneath you — is a privilege so thrilling you’d be nailed at the cross for it. notably by the most gorgeous actress of the nation, wanda maximoff desperate to rut into your mouth. a moan can’t be helped, the brief cherished moment of having the biggest star — revered by many, applauded by the entirety of the land — her sweet and tangy, her slick and leaking cum. 

your scalp burns from wanda’s fingernails scraping you as you fulfill your duty of satiating her, the warmth of her pussy slipping off your lips. you protest with a cry, latching your mouth back in her pussy, throbbing she is, sucking her clitoris getting to the pulse, quicker and quicker coming undone. 

“mommy, mmm”

“come on, come on princess,” wanda encourages you, sucking her hard and wanton, the thought of her coming in your mouth is so intense the need becomes primal. “fuck, mommy, fuckkk,” your muffled curses sends wanda over the edge—

she’s riding your face now, your head bobbing up and down at the movement, every sip and slurp messing your face. incoherent promises and assurances coaxes out of her awful, dirty mouth, coming apart onto you. 

wanda maximoff, professional as she is, typically an expert in keeping herself hushed in public spaces, especially on set in the middle of the day, howls blatantly like a wolf; hitting her head against the brick wall when she lolled it back, the clutch on your head so airtight you had to pull away from her pussy and bite her thigh. “what the fuck!”

you keep your hands holding her legs because sooner or later she’ll collapse, and you don’t want to be trapped under her. 

“we’re never doing this again.”

a breathless chuckle flows out of you, catching your breath as you laid on the floor on your back. you glance across the actress and find her ass sitting on the floor with her back slumped against the naughty brick wall, her pants untucked. 

“agreed,” you start now that you’re recovering your breath. “i would’ve teased you more if this wasn’t a quickie.” you stand up with your supporting palms, copying wanda’s position although without the wall. 

“you’re dead when i get you home,” she barks, giving you the eye. you tilt your head and give her an eye smile, amused at her habits. 

so you do what you know best. 

you get on all fours, crawling onto the space in between her spread legs. you get close enough to feel the hitch of her stuttering breath, “i’m not coming into your humble abode then,” biting your lip as you stare at her blown out green obs, down to her lipstick-smudged lips, and back again at her siren eyes. 

giggling as you get on your feet by wanda’s desperation to capture your lips again, “how long it’s been?” you leave her hanging, pacing around the dressing room until you find your half-empty apple juice box. you take a long sip, replenishing your system, lounging on the leather chair’s arm closest to the star. “seven.”

“good,” wanda lolls her neck to the side, momentarily closing her eyes. “then i have eight minutes left to ‘take a break’ before i get back on set, empty-handed.”

“that’s funny,” sarcastically, you reply, “i thought it was your pussy that was full.”

“y/n…don’t get started,” she warns, exhaustion and titillation coating her sweet face. 

you huff and surrender, putting your arms in the air for great measure, “okay, alright, i’ll stop,” hopping off the leather chair and going over to the vanity mirror. “then we should get you touched up so they wouldn’t notice-“

“y/n?” wanda coughs, the sounds of shifting movement indicate she’s fixing her costume. 

“yeah, wanda?” you pick the bobbi brown full coverage face brush and look at her from the far end of the dressing room. 

“do you have a date tonight?”

“what,” you chuckle, “you asking me out?”

“o-of course not, cocksure. i was just curious,” her voice drifts and for a moment there’s silence, until wanda rises up from the floor. 

“well i’m-“

“never mind i asked. could you send that blue-haired girl here? i have to ask her about the method she uses when she does her foundation trick…”

“let’s get you a touch up first, yeah? there’s no rush.”

“i- of course, just that the time-“

“don’t worry about it, miss hollywood,” you reassure with a tease, squeezing her stiff shoulders as she sits down in front of the vanity mirror. “you’re so flushed, they’d think you’ve ran a marathon,” you chuckle, dabbing the brush onto the finishing powder. 

wanda grins, her lust-filled gaze focused on you. “it’s scientifically proven that you burn as many calories when you go to the gym.”

“you dork,” you shake your head, reapplying makeup to return to her fresh, doll-like appearance. “it’s alright,” she whispers, “i’ll just tell them i’ve done 100 push-ups.”

“vouch for me?”

a thick pause allows you to stare at wanda’s still green eyes, her pupils far from dwindling any time soon. it was always like that, anyway. you don’t miss the slight tilt of her head, a signal for her curiosity. 

you grin, subtly sultry, mostly taunting. “of course, miss maximoff. you were doing a hundred push ups, while i watched sipping my apple juice, fantasizing on slurping you up instead.”

she slaps your shoulder playfully, “you’re coming home with me! whether you like it or not!” 

you wonder whether she’s playing or not by the smile on her face. after sex glow has never looked good on her. 

[igsuhrheos]

Bathtub Fun | Wanda Maximoff

This is my first story so please be kind.

Wanda’s a bottom and Y/N is a people pleaser. What more could you want?

Words-3.7k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, fingering, a bit of degradation, praise, neck squeezing, y/n is AFAB but it’s pretty gender neutral.

Translation: Милый-(sweetheart),

Детка-(baby)

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Tonight was again,a big party Stark put together but tonight he had a reason, a reason he used most of the time but most of the time, it worked. It was because there had been a whole month full of missions and training without any fatal accidents or anything that cost him a lot of money. So all the money he would’ve spent on the injured people he used it to host a party, and more importantly a party with alcohol.

But now it’s the middle of the party and some how it got even louder than before,with you and Wanda all danced out and a bit tipsy you take a break only now you’re realizing that Wanda is nowhere to be found. She said to you awhile ago that she was going to get something to drink and you thought that she was just sitting down some where.

Looking around you can’t find her anywhere, so when you walk up to Natasha and Tony with a confused expression and no Wanda on your arm before you can even speak.

“No, Y/N ,we haven’t seen your girlfriend” Natasha says with a smirk.

“She’s not my girlfriend”

“But you want her to be, we see the way you guys look at each other” said Tony with the same smirk as Natasha.

With a pink face you say “Why am I even friends with you guys?”

Natasha replies with a “because you love us” and Tony follows up with a “but not as much as she loves her little witch”

With a quick “i hate you” you start to walk away but make a u-turn and go to the bar to grab a bottle of wine and some glasses.

When you pass by them again you get a “go get her, tiger” from Nat and a complaint from Tony about stealing his alcohol.

If Wanda walked away from the party without telling you is because, she’s probably stressed. So with the wine bottle in hand you go and try to find her. You look on the balcony, in the kitchen, in her room, etc. So the final place you look is your room seeing how you and Wanda sleep in the same room sometimes, and that’s where you find her but not in your bed watching sitcoms like normal.

No,she’s in your bathroom,in the tub with the door wide open but it’s not the first time you’ve seen Wanda naked it’s been several actually but never like this anyway, just laying there with warm water over her body just so relaxed to the point where it looks like she’s almost asleep.

So as quietly as you can so you don’t scare her you walk into the bathroom and make yourself known “You left me alone down there y’know” and despite you trying not to scare her you know you failed when she shoots up and lets out a little yelp.

“Don’t do that you sacred me” she says, as she lays back down after knowing it’s just you and not some random party goer, but before she can reprehend you some more she gets a good look at you but of course she’s seen you tonight many many times, more than she would like to let on.

Even though it just barely an hour ago she thought back to how you held her close on the dance floor, how your hand was always reaching for her or touching her, how her painted red lips were on your neck and how they left a residue mark of lipstick on your collar.

When she looked down she saw the wine bottle and glasses in your hand and with an airy giggle she asked “Don’t you think we already had enough to drink tonight” as she pointed at the bottle. “Oh you think this is for you, no way, you left me. Out there. All alone.”

She simply just rolled her eyes and shook her head at you “I didn’t leave you alone” she said “Nat was right by you, a little too close” she spoke the last part under her breath but you heard it. “You sound a little jealous don’t you think, Witchy.” Y/N said with a smirk. Now, with her face a more flushed than before, but not because of the heat in the bathroom, it’s because of your teasing tone.

She lets a fake hurt gasp “I am not jealous” and this time she gets even more red by your saying “If you were jealous” before you even get to finish your thought, she interrupts “But I’m not” with her voice going up a bit when she finishes her sentence, a telltale sign she’s lying, you continue from where you left off “If you were jealous, you have no reason to be.” She then titles her head to the side with the perfect look of innocence as if she has no idea where this is going “I’m all yours, pretty girl.” She softly gasps as if she’s never heard such words before, but it wasn’t, time and time again from the moment you first met Wanda from being friends to where you two are right now.

You always put Wanda first no matter what and you always reassured her in anyway she would ask for it. Once she got over her shocked state,she realized you had now sat down outside the tub and opened the bottle. She then grabbed the wine glass you offered her, and of course you poured her glass first. She accepted it with a smile,that she only ever gave to you, “My sweet girl,” she thought.

Once your glass was a little ways filled, you were already tipsy from the drinks you had at the party and just from looking at Wanda and the way she was looking at you, she asked with a smirk, eyes shining with mischief, “So you’re all mine?”

As fast as her brother you answered “Of course I am” with a loving smile, “Would you do anything for me? Anything I asked?” She pondered.

With a questionable look you gave her the sarcastic answer of “What you want me to scream it from the rooftops?” Even though it was said as a joking you and Wanda both knew you would do it, if she had asked you or not.

She laughed at your sarcastic statement and taking a sip of her wine, so she could say her next sentence without chickening out “Would you like to get in with me?” she said sitting up and scooting forward so there’s space for you behind her.

Honestly, you were a little bit caught off guard, thinking that she was gonna ask you to go get her some clothes so she could get out and go to bed. But of course you liked this idea a bit better, you were also a little nervous.

Obviously you and Wanda have had sex before, anyone that looked your guys way either knew or thought that it’s just a matter of time before you “jump each others bones” as Tony put it. You’ve had sex in the bed, a quickie in a broom closet or in the kitchen when you could, even in the shower after not seeing each other for awhile because of missions or even just because you had both gotten out of training, and with all the panting and the sweating done in the gym, it just migrated into the shower along with more panting and hushed moaning.

But this, this felt vulnerable, having to just sit there, it was never easy to sit next to Wanda without having the urge to do something, let alone a naked, tipsy, wet Wanda.

Of course, as always you did it, for Wanda. You asked Wanda to hold your glass for you, then you started to get undressed,starting with your belt that held up your pants, then your white buttoned up shirt. If Wanda was being honest with her self she was a little sad to see the shirt go because of the way it fit your body, to it hugging your biceps and your shoulders, and the lipstick mark that she left.

Then the shirt was completely off and of course she seen you without clothes on but “fuck”, without the shirt she could she everything, the defined muscles of your arms, your tight abdomen that you worked on for hours in the gym.

Then came the pants, she already knew that your legs were pretty defined, of course she would, no, she could spend hours grinding and grinding down onto your thighs. It made it even better when you helped her move her hips.

Then, the boxers, she absolutely loved you in boxers the way they hugged your waist and ass, she honestly couldn’t get enough of you, with or without your clothes.

After you were fully undressed you finally stepped into the tub and laid back. Right away Wanda laid down on your chest with her back to your front and your arms on the side of the tub once you grabbed your glass back from her.

“This is nice” she said in a voice full of contempt.

“This is the only thing you wanted me to do for you?”

She turned her head side ways and looked back at you “Did you want more, Детка?” She asked in a sultry voice, her accent coming out a bit since she’s more relaxed than before.

With a red face and a kiss to her shoulder you answered “N-no I was just checking to see if I could do anything else for you.”

“My sweet girl, wanting to do so much for me, but there is one more thing you could do for me.” She said in a voice that made a shiver go down your spine.

“W-whatever you want, Wands.”

Now with you exactly how Wanda wants you to be, sweet, willing to do anything she desires. It’s no secret that you are the one who is in control in the bedroom, you would most likely go back to having control in the next few minutes, but Wanda couldn’t care less. She liked when you had your way with her, most of the time it was hot and heavy but gentle with praise and on the off chance, degradation.

Wanda was a fan of both, it was you who didn’t really like to degrade her, as you told her time and time again when she asked why you didn’t want to and it was always the same “You’re to precious to say mean things to” or “Your pussy always gets so wet when I praise you, so why would I change that?”

But this time it was an off chance, with the drinks and everything happening around you, you think you could do it just a little bit.

Whilst you were, once again, wondering what she wanted you to do for her. She said “How ‘bout you be a, good girl, and touch me?”

Again, with lightening speed you got to work to make Wanda happy. You took yours and her empty wine glasses and put them on the floor outside of the tub.

Now with your hands free, you wrapped your arms around her stomach and caressed her sides, digging your fingertips into her just enough to get a soft sigh from her. She moved her hands into the back of your head into your hair and pulled you forward so that she could crash her lips into yours.

With her lips moving sloppily against yours you decided it would be a good time to let your hands trail all over her body, from her breasts, to where you twisted and pulled her hard nipples, to her thighs where you squeezed and pulled them apart so that they were opened enough to your liking.

Now with her legs spread you disconnected your lips from hers and let them trail down her jaw, to neck then to her ear, where you asked “Are you needy, my love?” She then proceeded to let out a low moan along with a whiny “yes.”

With that response you brought your hands away from her thighs, and the place she wanted you the most, one of them going to wrap around her neck with a gentle squeeze and the other hand back to right where her hip and legs meet.

With a huff she said “If you don’t get to work soon I’m doing it myself, and you can just sit there and watch.” She was expecting you to do as you were told, but she definitely didn’t expect you to laugh at her, you actually laughed at her and before she could even process getting mad and telling you off, you said, “Stop being a brat unless you want me to fuck it out of your system.” With a playful degrading voice and another squeeze to her neck.

After that she went silent with a red face, which you followed up with a nip to her ear and a “That’s my good girl.” Now with a very needy Wanda who was practically shaking with arousal. Now you just needed one more thing from her before you actually touched her.

With you moving the hand that was on her hip back up to her breast,“I know you like thinking you can boss me around. But be honest with yourself baby, you like it so much more when I’m in charge, don’t you?” You say while sliding your fingers over her wet pussy, and even though she’s wet from the water, you can feel the sticky slick that you could spend hours devouring.

With a buck of her hips towards your hand that you moved before she could get what she wanted. With a hoarse voice she pleaded “P-please, Детка?”

With your hand tilting her head back so it could rest on your shoulder and a kiss to her cheek, you wanted to tease her a little bit more so you asked,”Please what, pretty girl? I know you can ask better than that pathetic attempt. Go on beg for me,my slutty girl.”

A sob made its way through Wanda’s lips and then came her begs for pleasure, “Please t-touch me Милый. I-I’ll be a good girl. Just please fuck me.”

Wanting to push her a little more you asked, “Are you mine?”

“Yes! All yours”

“You promise?”

“I promise! Just touch me, please.”

Your fingers then started to move slowly over her pussy making her squirm and whine. But when you moved your fingers to her clit and teased “Does that feel good, my love? You like when I touch your pussy like this?”

With lust and arousal surrounding her, just nodding and moaning loudly in your ear as a sign of yes and for you to keep going. But of course you were in control, you weren’t just gonna let her get away with her not verbally answering you. So you pulled away your fingers from her pussy and getting a whiny, “Why did you stop” along with a pout.

“When I ask you a question I expect an answer, understand ” you said with a hand still on her throat and a light slap against her inner thigh.

“Y-yes”

“Yes, what?”

With a flushed face she replied “yes, I understand” in a meek voice.

“Very good, see that wasn’t so hard was it.” Whilst saying this your hand slipped back to its position on her pussy, and started to tease her opening.

By now you could tell Wanda was close to her orgasm and so to help her get there you pushed a single digit in her, finally getting what she wants you’re rewarded with a moan, a smile, and a pleasure filled “thank you.”

Whilst pumping your single digit in her you asked,”Is this what you wanted, my Wanda? Me to finger your pretty needy pussy?”

With a hip buck, a loud moan and something along the lines of “more” and “faster” you decided that she had enough teasing for tonight or at least for now. So now replacing one finger with two, you started to pump your fingers faster, just as she had requested.

After a couple of seconds you heard the lust induced “I-I’m close, Детка.” With a sultry laugh from your end, you curled your fingers and with a feigned sad voice “All ready? But I just got started, can’t you hold on a little while longer.”

She nodded her head but you both knew she wouldn’t last longer than you actually wanted her to. So with a “y’know, maybe if you begged me, I might let you cum right now.”

Without having to ask anymore she let out a breathless sentence of,”Please, please, please, can I cum? I’ve been so good for you.” As you acted like you were thinking about it, she turned her head and started to kiss your neck feverishly, in hopes it would help persuade your mind in letting her cum.

With you bringing her head back up so you could whisper into her ear “Since you asked so nicely, cum for me, my beautiful slutty girl, cum on my fingers.” and with your permission that’s what she did. She grabbed your face and brought your lips together while she squirmed, and moaned.

Once she let go of your face and you stared to pepper kisses to her cheeks, neck, shoulders really anywhere you could reach. You gave her time to come down from her high with praises of “You did so good for me.” and “So pretty when you cum like that.”

With her turning her head towards you she showed off a dazzling smile and a “thank you for everything.” and a “No problem, princess.” from you she brought into another kiss but this one was calm and loving but with the taste of the wine from her mouth brought into your mouth you couldn’t wait to ask if you could go for round two.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hahaha ha not me at work thinking about subby!Wanda hahaha I would never anyways I have a one shot professor!reader x subby!Wanda fiction coming out later today once I'm off work...or maybe before who knows 🫠

[randomshyperson]

Wanda holding hands 13 bc Ur smut is the best :D

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: linking hands together during sex | warnings: (+18) smut.

“Are you sure this is safe?”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your nervousness, sitting on your thighs, her hands resting on your stomach, she stares at you, her head slightly tilted.

"Are you questioning my magical abilities?" she counters your question with another one, receiving an offended snort in return.

"Of course not!" You mutter. You were looking at her before, but ended up looking down, where the toy conjured by the witch attached to your waist vibrates softly as if it were as desperate to feel her as you were half an hour ago when you both stumbled inside the rented room at the Harkness Mansion, where Wanda has been learning all sorts of magic for the past few months. Clearly, she has learned other interesting things, outside of the mandatory curriculum.

Your hands caress her thighs, but Wanda still notices the tension in your shoulders. She softens her gaze in your direction.

"It feels good, doesn't it? No need to worry." She rations, pleased to see you bite your lip as she tentatively caresses the plastic member. When you gasp at the stimulation, she feels a twinge of pride at her successful spell, too. "You can trust me."

"I trust you, darling." You assure her, a little out of breath and sweaty. It's round two already, and Wanda just proved her point by groping your new magical member, a squeeze that almost makes you lose your train of thought. "It's me I don't trust. What are we going to do about my strength? Are you sure-"

"That's exactly why I'm on top, silly." She cuts you off, adjusting herself on your lap in a way that brings her heat right where you want her. Your grip on her thighs tightens just enough to bruise. It's her time to bite her lip. With a deep breath, she stares at your eyes. "You just need to relax, and let me take charge. I bet you'll love it."

It's your turn to look at her adoringly. "Of course I will, it's you." You comment romantically, earning a shy smile from her. But then, there's a shift in her gaze. Wanda is still looking in your eyes as she adjusts the toy into her own entrance, teasing gently before slowly sinking down. She's able to feel every inch, filling her up to the bottom.

Your hands leave her thighs to grip the sheets, and she smiles breathlessly at your visible difficulty in keeping still, your jaw tensing as your stomach muscles tighten.

"See? I told you I'd like it." She teases, still getting used to the sensation of being full. She's pleased to know she got the size right, even though she can't help but imagine trying a bigger one in the future. "I'm going to start moving now, okay baby?"

But her body was betraying her. She was still quite sensitive, coming twice before for your fingers and tongue, she didn't imagine she'd be so affected so quickly when she switched to the toy. But the sensation was truly overwhelming. It was really different to feel you filling her like that, and in the attempt to grind against your lap, her body protested, as ready for climax as she had been when she started.

You came to her rescue immediately. Sitting, one of your hands brushed her hair away from her face, to get a better look at her before kissing her. Your other hand went down, wrapping around her waist and taking control of her movements. Wanda rewarded you with an affected moan against your lips, her thighs trembling on either side of your body as you forced her hips to move against yours. She didn't want to come so fast, but she couldn't help it. Being held like this, she felt so safe and loved that the knot in her lower belly exploded almost at the same moment you whispered "I got you, lovely". 

In the ecstasy of her own climax, she didn't notice your determination to hold back, unable to surrender without worries. It was only when she calmed down, breathless and still trying to get back into orbit, that she realized. Hugging you by the neck, she kissed your skin before speaking again. "I told you to trust me."

You sigh, caressing her back with open palms. "I do, but I don't want to hurt you." You murmur. Despite being bigger than Wanda, you suddenly seem very small. "Every muscle is amplified by the serum, Wands, you know that. I'm afraid I might-"

She cuts you off with a determined kiss. Wet and rough, it makes you gasp and grab her cheeks, pulling away for air. Wanda arches her back, teasing and baiting you, the image of her naked figure making you gasp. You stare at where your bodies connect, but don't move.

She grinds, and you groan. "Jesus, Wanda."

"You won't hurt me, I promise." She assures you, equally affected, having trouble keeping her eyes on you, her brow furrowed due to the roughness of her own hips' movements. Doing this, you kept hitting a sensitive spot inside her, and it was a hard feeling to ignore in order to speak. "It's part of the magic. Can you, for all that is holy, trust what I'm saying?"

You don't contradict, mainly because you're unable to hold back when Wanda is riding you so eagerly. You tense up then, panicking once you feel your climax reaching you, but to no avail, it's your attempt at holding it. An animalistic moan rips its way through your throat, and you grab Wanda's waist, holding her in place as you empty yourself inside her. She whines affectly, grabbing your shoulders as she feels the hot shot inside her. 

For a second, not only the toy soften but your body too, going heavy on her. She holds both of you to the bed with her thighs around your waist, a hand caressing your hair as she tries to ignore the way your cock is still pulsing and leaking inside her.

“Need a break, baby?” She asks softly but you groan deeply, hands suddenly firming around her to flip both of you in bed. She gasps when her back hits the mattress, but her surprise is turned into something else when you pound into her with strength. “Fuck.”

Her hands fell into the bed with the shifting in the position, and Wanda's eyes widened a little when you reached for them, holding them together above her head.

This was new and Wanda was definitely not complaining.

“We should have tried this ages ago.” You say, your voice husky due to the efforts and the previous orgasms. Wanda thinks you look beautiful like this, out of breath while you fuck her. “I could be gentle but… something tells me you don't want me to.”

Your free hand moves down to flick her swollen clit between your fingers and Wanda cries out, her back arching on the bed. You smirk, adjusting just so you could move the toy that slipped out back inside her.

There's a quick teasing from your part, pushing just the tip of the toy into her overstimulated dripping pussy, but sooner than later, you push all the way inside. Cursing under your breath as Wanda fights against the hold on her hands. She wants to hold you so badly that it physically consumes her and you end up pitying her pleasing eyes and needy moans. 

But you don't free her hands, instead, you entrelaces your fingers together in a deep grip that anchors her when your movements resume.

The pounding is rough, it cracks the bed and takes Wanda to a state of colorful eyes and magic emanation. The only noises in the room are the shared moaning and the obscene sounds of your cock pushing into her aching heat, the moisture of your last climax leaking into the bed. When she comes, all the lights in the bedroom flash. You follow her this time, groaning into her neck as you come. 

For a second, none of you are able to say anything, all but breathless gasps leaving your lips. Then, there's a shared giggle, and your fingers, still interlaced, squeeze before letting go, only for you to remove the sweaty hair away from her face.

“Hey, you.” She smiles at your words, tired eyes threatening to close as she looks at you. “Enjoying yourself aren't you?”

“Don't tease me, when you're just whining three seconds ago.” She retorts, getting a chuckle from you. Wanda let her hands cross behind your neck. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Honey, if I ever say no to that, you can bet I lost my mind for good.” You joke, muffling her and giggling with your mouth.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Tying sub!Wanda down with her legs spread until she's unable to move them, her hands tied above her head with pretty, soft, red rope. Running your fingers through her arousal and telling her she looks so beautiful all spread open and dripping for you. Tapping on her protruding clit to get a reaction, and smiling when her hips jerk. Getting out a flogger and lightly slapping her clit until she's on the edge of an orgasm and crying while moans and begging words slip past her lips. Mocking her for being such a masochist when she finally cums, her legs twitching as you keep lightly flicking her swollen clit with the flogger. Forcing her to thank you for letting her cum while you continue to hit her clit until she cums again and again and... Finally setting the flogger down and watching her collapse from overstimulation, her body relaxing into the mattress, only for her head to jerk up in surprise when your hot, needy mouth starts sucking her poor, raw, overstimulated clit.

[chaoticstateofaffairs]

FUCK!!!! YEEESSSSSS!!!! YEAH!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!

[revelinwritin]

i need some bottom!natasha/bottom!wanda fics 🥴 if anyone has any good ones pls send the my way

[potentialsandwhich]

I am a victim of overexcitement, but I just wanted to share that I will be continuing Taste and making it into a short WandaNat/Sorority series.

Part two will be Protégée:

When the Queen doesn't want to play, there's always the princess.

If Natasha won't give you the attention you want, you'll just get it from her little protégée: Wanda.

[ceridescent]

lush ministrations — m., wanda

actress!wanda maximoff x female!reader

summary | with a flourishing career, wanda maximoff is occupied by multiple press, peers and problems that revolve around the entertainment industry — her job. which makes you her perfect little thing, her dirty little secret. at her every beck and call, you answer. it doesn’t require much effort anyway, being her makeup artist has its perks.

warnings | heavy sexual content, sex toys, BDSM, & alcohol consumption.

author's note: lush ministrations series doesn't require reading in chronological order, each part is different from another yet co-related in terms of wanda's schedules.

parts |

leviathan of light: martini shot

wonder women: the september issue

leviathan of light: premiere

...to be announced.

navigation | main masterlist

18+ only. men and minors DNI.

[evis-gossip]

I’m not saying I need a part two, but I do need a part two

Dirty Thoughts

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary- While babysitting the twins, Wanda is left to listen to all the sinful thoughts of her flickering through your mind.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Dom/sub undertones, Bottom Wanda/Top Reader, Dirty thoughts, Age difference, Sexual Tension, Face-sitting, Fingering, Grinding, Implied/reference cheating, Fluff and Smut

General Master List

W/c- 4.3k

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"Prepare to lose Tommy," you tease, stretching your arms above your head in a joking manner, twisting your body to warm up for the most important event ever.

"There's no way I'm going to lose to an old person," he sticks his tongue out at you, a gasp leaving you at his insult.

" Old? I'm twenty-one," you splash a bit of the water at him earning a chuckle from Billy from the side of the pool.

"Exactly, old." You roll your eyes at the boy, turning and getting yourself into position for the race. You couldn't back down from the silly remark Tommy made, declaring he could swim faster than you, which now led to a race happening between you two. Billy was to watch from the side lines, judging who would win the race and ending the debate.

"On your marks, get set," Billy dragged out the starting call, laughing at how serious you and his brother were taking this. "GO!" he called, and you both started. Being older than the boy by around ten years helped as you quickly took the lead. You probably should have gone easy on him, but you were too competitive to do that. You looked behind you to see him trying to catch up, a look of determination on his face making you laugh. You were nearly halfway across the pool when you heard a mischievous laugh erupt from your side. "Sabotage!" Billy screamed, jumping onto your back, the air being kicked out of your lungs as you went underwater with the added weight. You gasped for breath when you reached the surface, Billy like a koala clinging onto your back as you tried to continue the race.

At the sound of shouting, Wanda came outside after just arriving back from work to see the chaotic scene unfold in front of her. A smile took over her face as she watched Billy try and halt your movements while Tommy swam past you, your arms trying a last-ditch effort to win the race by grabbing at his legs but failing. She took a seat in one of the longue chairs outside, laying back to admire the race.

"I win!" Tommy pants out, just about reaching the other end of the pool before you despite his brother on your back. Billy remained clinging onto you as you stood up in the water, wiping your face and trying to push some of your wet hair out of your eyes. You watched as the boys high fived over you, Billy's arm quickly wrapping around you when he pulled back as he was scared to fall off you.

"You cheated," your face in disbelief as you held onto the boy who ruined your chances of winning.

"I didn't do anything," Tommy taunted, looking at the boy on your back with a triumphant look. You shook your head at the cheek of the boy, chuckling at how happy he was and giving in.

"Fine, you win," he immediately erupted into cheers along with his brother. You decided you had enough of Billy at the moment and playfully leaned backwards.

"No, no," he rushed out as he hovered over the water, his grip on you increasing. Standing up straight, he sighed in relief before his eyes widened when you squatted down, submerging both of you in the water. You came up quickly and he let go of you, swimming over to where his brother was so you couldn't do it again.

"You deserved that Billy," a voice spoke from the side, all three of you look over to see Wanda watching with an amused look.

"Mom," he complained, "You're supposed to be on my side." Both you and Wanda chuckled at him making him turn around to talk to his brother, pretending to ignore you both.

You climbed out of the pool, letting the water drip off your toned body and walked over to where Wanda was. Her eyes briefly scanned your body before you could notice and watched as you flopped down onto the chair next to her. She let silence wash over the two of you and returned her gaze to her boys in the pool, the only sound your quiet pants as you recovered from the race and being jumped on.

You look over at Wanda and couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful, absolutely breath-taking and seeing her in that light summer dress made your thoughts run wild.

You sent the boys inside, making sure you and Wanda were alone before crawling on top of her. She sent a sultry smirk up at you, her hands ghosting your sides as you leaned down to press your lips to hers. A sinful sound escaped her throat, moaning into the kiss as your knee came in contact with her core. Pressing harder against her, she started to grind her hips against your knee, her dress hitching upwards to expose her thighs.

"Please," she sighed out as you pulled back from the kiss to mark her neck. Her hands clawed at your back as her hips moved against you, pleas tumbling out of her mouth. Your kisses moved to her neck then lower, worshiping the exposed parts of her breasts with small bites and open-mouthed kisses. The sounds she was making were intoxicating, making you addicted to trying the pull them out of her. "Fuck," she groaned, her accent coming out as she lost herself in the pleasure.

"You're so beautiful," you mutter while returning to crash your lips to hers. She whines into you, your tongue exploring her mouth while her hips move frantically against your knee.

"I'm so close," she moans, her hands moving to grasp at your toned arms that were supporting you upright.

"Do you want to come for me?" you husked out earning another whimper from her along with a nod, "Beg me."

"Please," her voice dripping with desperation, "I've been so good and I'm so close. You're making me feel so good so please let me come." You chuckled against her lips at her needy state and continued to press your leg down onto her core.

"Come for me," you rasped out before her body tensed and her orgasm ripped through her. A guttural moan erupted from the back of her throat as her body fell back against the chair. You kissed down her neck towards her chest before venturing lower and hovering at the bottom of her dress. Your hands itched upwards toward her soaking core, a finger running over the wet fabric of her panties. You moved-

A choked cough from your side knocked you out of your fantasy, Wanda on the other chair seeming to clear her throat with a blush painted across her cheeks. You quickly placed your hand on her back to see if she was ok, the skin hot under your touch as she looked at you with slightly darkened pupils.

"Are you alright?" your voice was concerned at the way she was acting but she quickly dismissed it.

"I'm fine," her voice a little breathless but you assumed that was from coughing. "It felt like there was something in my throat," you didn't fully believe her but pushed it to the side when refused to meet your eyes.

Soon the boys came running over, asking for you to play with them again, well, they more dragged you away, but it was fine. You jumped into the pool, the boys following straight after you, leaving Wanda to deal with what had just happened.

Wanda felt confused as she watched you innocently play with her boys as if you didn't just think of fucking her right here on the chair. She couldn't help but listen into your mind, your thoughts racing as you imagined her body squirming under you, being brought to pleasure again and again. She had heard your thoughts before, but they were smaller comments that flattered her, maybe making her heart flutter by the way you thought them, not anything like this before. You looked different in her eyes now, the idea of you wanting to dominant her sending a thrill down her body, especially between her legs. You were always attractive to Wanda but now she felt this urge of want for you as she heard how much you desired to her. She tried to push these thoughts away as she stood on shaky legs, making her way towards the kitchen to start dinner.

Later on, you found yourself stood by the sofa as the twins laid down, taking up most of the cushions and leaving you no room to sit. To be fair, you probably weren't supposed to be there, your babysitting hours over ages ago but when Wanda asked you to stay for dinner and a movie, you couldn't resist. Both boys cheekily smiled up at you and you rolled your eyes at their antics.

Vision sat on the armchair that was next to the sofa with the boys and Wanda, the woman squeezed on as her boys refused to move.

"Come on," Wanda's voice in mother mode, "Make some room for Y/n." They groaned but remained the way they were, and you chuckled before making your way around the sofa.

"It's alright I'll just sit on the floor," you said, taking a seat in front of where Wanda was sat. "Do you mind if I lean back?" you ask while looking over your shoulder, a smirk on your face as you look at her. Not trusting her words, she nods at you, and you move to rest against the sofa, her legs dangling next to your shoulders as you make yourself comfortable. You stick your tongue out at the boys, leaning your head back between Wanda's legs to put your head on the gap on the sofa. You moved your gaze over to Wanda who looked at you with a curious look as a mischievous expression took over your face. "So, Mom ," you teased the older woman making her roll her eyes. "What film are we going to watch?"

"Well," she leaned forwards and ran her fingers through your hair, ruffling it up as a joke making you pout at her, "It's Billy's turn to choose so it's up to him." Her eyes stayed trained on you as you craned your head back to look at her, the sight of her still stunning even upside down. You moved to face the Tv as Billy chose a film and tried to ignore the way your body craved for her to run her fingers through your hair again.

Vision sat with a small scowl on his face, not a huge fan of you as you always somehow caught his wife's attention. He knew he was away a lot for work but when he came back, he wanted to spend time with his family, yet you were always there.

Soon everyone seemed to be engrossed in the film, but you couldn't shake the thought of Wanda.

What would it feel like with her thighs wrapped around your head? Her smooth skin encased around you as you kissed her inner thighs, teasing her and making her squirm on top of you. She could be a wet shaking mess as you edge her again and again, leaving her to beg you to make her come. Opposingly, you could have her seated on your face, hands gripping at your hair while she screams your name all night long as you make her come as many times as possible. How many times would you be able to make her come in one night? Would she be able to squirt if you-

A low moan from behind you disrupted your thoughts, yours and Visions attention going to Wanda as she flushed red, the twins too busy with what was happening on the screen to notice. The older woman couldn't stop the sound that escaped her at your thoughts. The idea of being give an orgasm would have been satisfactory for her, Vision being careless about her during sex, while you wanted her to do it as many times as possible. She subtly clenched her thighs together, desperate to relieve the heat building there.

"Are you alright dear?" Vision asked while you continued to look up at her from your seat on the carpet. She avoided your intense gaze, not wanting the idea of you below her at the moment and cleared her throat.

"Yes, I'm fine," she dismissed, trying to quickly think of an excuse to cover up the noise.

"Are you sure?" he looked at her with a quizzical look, her mouth opening before the sound of his phone ringing cut her off. "Sorry I need to take this," he leaves the room answering the phone and you turn your gaze back onto the film, trying to understand what was going on as you missed part of it with your thoughts of a certain person.

A few minutes later Vision returned, a small bag packed with him as he rushed around the room.

"I'm sorry but I have to go to London for a meeting about a new deal with a large investor," his words made the boys frown, complaints about how he's always away for work spilling out of their mouths. He quickly says goodbyes to them, kissing each of them on their foreheads along with a short peck on the cheek to Wanda. The door shut with a small thud; the twins sad at how he had gone. You tried to cheer them up while Wanda walked outside to try and catch her husband. Looking at the time, you asked them if they were ready for bed, their heads nodding as they had lost interest in the movie. It didn't take long to get them into bed as they were already in their pyjamas, tucking them in so they were comfortable and able to drift off.

When you arrived back to the living room you saw Wanda sat by herself, eyes moving off the screen towards you. Offering a small smile, you sat next to her and started to watch the film when she spoke up.

"I need to have a word with you about something," her voice was nervous and that caused a small panic inside you. "It's probably going to sound stupid but-"

"Nothing you say is stupid, Wanda," you reassure despite being anxious about what she wants to talk to you about.

"I can read minds," she says, eyes watching you and waiting for you to burst out in laughter, but you don't, you just look at her trying to understand what's going on, "And I've been hearing your thoughts recently as they've been quite loud." Your face pales momentarily, knowing how sinful your thoughts about her have been. Your mouth opens and closes, trying to say something but not sure what to but she speaks before you can. "They were...flattering" your eyes hesitantly meet hers and when you see the blush on her cheeks and how her eyes darken you don't feel as anxious. "They um made me feel..." she trailed off, clenching her thighs together which you notice, the action making your lips twitch into a smirk.

"How did my thoughts make you feel?" you purred out, confidence running through you as you watched her attempting to keep her composure. The blush on her cheeks deepened and you moved a hand slowly to her face, giving her time to move away if she wanted, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It was her turn to be speechless, her body focussing how close your body was to her, your hand lingering to cup her cheek. "Did you like them?" your hand moved from her face to her thigh, squeezing gently while leaning closer to her face.

"Yes," she whispered out shyly, your lips millimetres away from hers causing her gaze to lower.

"What did you like about them?" her brain was clouded by arousal as you teased her lips, a shaky sigh leaving her when you bit your lip in anticipation of her answer.

"They made me feel so," she dragged out her words, removing her gaze from your lips to your eyes to tell you why she liked them, "Wanted, hot, wet ." You let out a small groan at her words and moved your hand up further on her thigh, her breath hitching.

"Can I kiss you?" she answered your question by crashing her lips to yours, her hands moving to your shoulders to keep you close. You bit her lip and dragged it back gently before delving in for another kiss, this time exploring her mouth with your tongue earning a groan in response. Her body moves forwards, straddling your lap as she tilts her head down to move her mouth against yours. Her hands return to your hair like you wanted, nails scratching at your scalp while her hips softly grind down.

"Shit," she muttered when your hands glided over her stomach and brushed the underside of her breasts through the summer dress she was still wearing. A smirk engraved itself on your lips as you placed kisses from her ear to her jaw, venturing down her neck and sucking faint red marks into the soft skin. Your hands gently cupped her breasts, a sigh leaving her lips, and squeezed softly.

"Please," the tone of her voice sending a shiver down your spine at how desperate she already sounded. You chuckled at her collar bones, determined in kissing every inch of skin exposed to you and worked your fingers at stimulating her nipples. You could feel them harden under your fingertips and pulled on them earning a loud gasp and a harsher grind of her hips in your lap.

You looked up briefly to see her biting her lip, trying to contain her sounds as the way her hips were moving against you meant the fabric was brushing against her clit in the most perfect way. Your hands left her breasts and ran down her body to reach the hem of the dress. Your eyes asked the question if this was alright to which she nodded at and moved her hands to pull the dress over her head.

"Wow," you murmured while scanning over her exposed body, the sight of her breasts making your mouth water. She chuckled at your awed expression but that swiftly turned into a moan when you took a nipple into your mouth and sucked. You alternated between sucking and licking around the sensitive flesh, one of your hands mimicking the actions on the other breast while your other hand rested on her hips, guiding her movements. Her hips started to move more frantically as she neared her orgasm, her breathing becoming more laboured as she desperately moved against you.

"I'm- Fuck," her hips stuttered and legs tensed around you as a guttural moan erupted from her throat. You let go of her breast with a pop and moved to muffle her sounds with a bruising kiss. She whimpered against you as she rode out her high, her panties now well and truly soaked.

"That's one," you rasp out, her eyes fluttering open as you kissed around her face. "I didn't even need to use my hands," you teased, "I wonder how hard I can make you come with them." You returned to her chest, worshipping them while your hands drifted to her thighs to caress them. Lightly, you trailed your finger up and down her dripping panties, her hips bucking at the touch, and slowly started to circle her clit through the wet fabric.

"Y/n," she whines, hands clutching at the back of your shirt. You shush her by going back to her lips, the faint reminiscent of wine on her lips addictive.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," you mutter before moving her panties to the side and slipping a finger through her folds. She moans into your mouth at the feeling, your finger teasing her entrance.

"Please," she begs quietly in between kisses making you thrust your finger into her. Her walls clench around the digit, her hips moving to grind down on your hand as you slowly thrust it in and out, curling it inside her. You can't help the groan that leaves your lips when Wanda moves to suck at your neck in attempt of hiding her moans. Her teeth nip at the hot flesh and her hands scratch your back through the fabric of your shirt. You add another finger into her and start a leisurely pace of pumping them into her which slowly drives her mad. All she can feel is you, the skin under her mouth as she marks you, one of your hands gripping her ass while the other is buried knuckle deep inside her, slowly dragging another orgasm out of her.

"Faster," she pleas, her hips practically trying to ride your fingers to reach her high. You listen to her and increase your pace whilst moving your other hand to circle at her clit. Her walls tighten around you as her body tenses on top of you again. To muffle the scream that leaves her lips, she bites down hard on your shoulder, the sound still reverberating around the room as she comes for a second time. Pants of breath fill the room as she closes her eyes and leans her forehead against yours, trying to stop her body from trembling.

"That's two," you whisper earning a breathless laugh and a smile. You let her recover and wait for her to set the pace again as her mouth slowly moves against yours before the kiss turns hungry and passionate. You let her take control for a few minutes, her tongue exploring your mouth while her hands searched your body. When she pulled back because air was necessary, you moved to nibble on her ear lobe and husked, "I want a taste," before moving your body so you were on your back on the sofa, her still straddling your waist.

Your earlier thoughts came to mind when you looked up at her, Wanda's mind racing as she remembered how you wanted her to sit on your face while you brought her pleasure. She stood briefly to remove her drenched panties, her fully naked now in front of you and climbed onto you so she could hover above your face. Your eyes were lust filled as you stared at her core, her wetness dripping and coating her thighs causing you to stifle a groan at the sight.

When she lowered herself onto your face, you both moaned at the action. The feeling of your mouth of her pussy sent waves of pleasure through her while you couldn't help but moan at the taste of her. Eagerly, you took her clit into your mouth and sucked at the sensitive flesh. Her hands threaded through your hair, encouraging you to continue eating her out by gently trying to move you where she wanted. Eventually, you flattened your tongue and just let her grind against it, her hips thrusting at your face in search of another orgasm. It didn't take long for her to be on edge again and her moans turned to whimpers as the coil in her stomach snapped. She came with a silent scream this time, hands gripping your hair making you moan into her, the vibrations prolonging her high.

"Three," you murmured while kissing and licking up her juices around her thighs and core. She panted above you, smiling down at you as you lathered her in affection. She motioned to get off your face, her body tired and sensitive but you wrapped your arms around her thighs keeping her sat on your face. "Come on," you mutter against her core, the hot breath causing her hips to move subconsciously, "I know you can do one more." Your tone was low and sultry making a new wave of arousal sit in her core. "Your body is basically begging for it," you taunt, noticing how her hips were already moving closer to your face. "Is this ok?" her face softens as you check she's comfortable and she nods in response. Yes, her body was tired from three powerful orgasms already, but the image of you between her legs and teasing her was too big an opportunity to miss out on.

Your hands stroked the soft skin of her thighs, feeling how they trembled under your touch while your tongue licked through her folds. You teased her briefly before thrusting your tongue into her, groaning at the feeling of her wrapped around you. You wasted no time in swirling your tongue inside her and thrusting it in and out of her. She moaned on top of you, hands groping at her chest while she moved across your face. After repeating the motion a few times, she came with a small cry, her throat becoming hoarse from moaning so much. Her thighs shook around your head, so you soothingly moved your hands across them to let her calm down and counted once again, "Four."

"I can't feel my legs," she whispered from above making you chuckle as they still spasmed slightly around you. You helped her move off your face and onto the sofa so she was laying down. Her green eyes stared at you as you collected her scattered clothes and threw them into the washing machine in the kitchen before returning with a soft smile.

"Are you alright?" you whispered while tucking your arms under her to carry her to her room as she yawned. She hummed in response, her eyes fluttering close as her body wanted reset and you placed her in bed before wrapping the duvet around her.

"Stay, please," she sleepily whispered. You listened to her drowsy request and climbed in behind her, wrapping your arm around her middle and cuddling her. It didn't take long for both of you to tangle under the sheets, locked in an embrace, and drift off to sleep.

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Have I ever been sabotaged in a swimming race like this before? Yes, yes I have and I'm still salty about it 

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