#I just think that Wanda in a choir robe

[togrowoldinv]

It Is Well

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

You’re the choir director at Wanda’s church. One afternoon after church, your relationship with her changes

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Reader has a penis but no pronouns are used, kissing, cursing, sex in a church oops, oral (W receiving), blowjob, Wanda being a milf

Note: I have no explanation, just love for milf Wanda. Enjoy!

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There are a lot of reasons that you love your new job. One is that you get to live out your passion for singing and help others in the process. The second reason is that it pays well. The church was desperate for a new choir director, so they were willing to pay you pretty much whatever you wanted.

But the reason that you love your job the most is that you’ve met Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda is your favorite choir member by far. She is always punctual, she sings beautifully, and she flirts with you.

At least, you think she’s flirting with you. She is always making an excuse to touch your arm as she walks by you, or she’ll stay late to help you work on arrangements.

“Hey there!” Wanda says as she enters the choir suite today.

“Wanda, how are you?” You ask.

“I’m doing mighty fine. And you?”

“Honestly, I could use some help,” you admit.

Wanda nods seriously and sets her purse down. She sits next to you at the piano. You try not to notice how good she looks in her button up shirt.

“How can I help, darlin’?” She asks.

“I’m trying to make this transition sound right, but I just can’t.”

“Play it for me,” Wanda says.

You begin to play the song and Wanda sings along quietly. Her voice floats through the room like a sweet songbird. When you get to the transition, you stop. It still hasn’t come to you.

Wanda touches your hand and places your fingers on a few different keys than the ones you’ve been trying.

“It is well,” she begins singing. She nods for you to continue playing. “It is well with my soul.”

It’s the perfect transition.

“Wanda Maximoff you are a genius!” You say. Wanda hugs you tightly and smiles. “We’re ready for the service now.”

“I’ll get my robe on,” Wanda says.

She stands up from the piano and takes her robe out of the closet. Somehow, she looks even better in it than in her regular clothes.

“Looking very nice, ma’am,” you compliment Wanda.

“Thank you,” Wanda replies. She walks closer to you. “Can I admit something to you?”

“Yeah- of course.”

Wanda is just inches from you. You smell her perfume.

“I’ve always thought these robes were kind of silly, but then I saw you in one,” Wanda says. “And now I think they are very flattering.”

Wanda grins before she steps back and leaves the suite. You stand there stunned by her words. She was definitely flirting with you this time.

You try to shake it off and go lead the choir during service. It goes without a hitch. The only time you almost miss a cue is when Wanda smiles at you. It’s really that easy for her to make you fold.

After the service, you go back to the choir suite. No one else is in there when you walk in, but soon Wanda comes in and shuts the door behind her.

“You should leave that on,” Wanda says, gesturing to your robe.

“Are they calling for an encore out there?” You joke.

Wanda crosses the room quickly. She places a hand on your forearm and the other comes to rest on your cheek. Your breath hitches at her movements.

“I’m very attracted to you,” Wanda says. “Are you attracted to me?”

“Wanda, I- um- it’s not that simple,” you say. Of course, your answer is yes.

“I think it’s simple. You’re absolutely stunning,” Wanda says.

“You’re beautiful, Wanda. But we can’t.”

Wanda pouts her perfect lips. You fight the urge to lean forward and kiss them.

“Would you really deny me this pleasure, sweetheart?” She asks.

“No,” you mumble.

“What was that?”

“No ma’am.”

She grins wickedly and places her lips on yours in a long, slow kiss. Her hand on your face slips into your hair as she deepens the kiss. Her other hand takes yours and places it over one of her breasts. Even through the robe and her clothing, you can feel the breast.

You kiss until neither of you can breathe. And then you drop to your knees in front of Wanda. She lifts her robe up over her hips. Taking your time, you take off her skirt and let her panties fall to the floor.

“Make me feel good, baby,” Wanda says.

You place kisses against her creamy thighs. She shivers with every touch, and you know her husband doesn’t touch her like this. Wanda moans when you lick through her folds, gathering her wetness with your tongue.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” Wanda says. “About you on your knees worshipping me in this church.”

“Fuck,” you mumble against her.

Wanda’s hand comes to your hair to encourage you to continue. You never want to stop. You take her clit in your mouth and her hips stutter. In a few more moments, Wanda falls apart at your touch. She has to reach for the nearest chair to regain her balance.

“Holy fuck, Wanda,” you say when you emerge from between her legs.

“Mmm, come here,” she says. She lifts you up by your shoulders and you kiss her.

Wanda lets out the softest moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. She wants more. You let her take control, pushing you down to the ground again.

This time she lifts your robe up your body to reveal your hips and something she didn’t expect. Your cock is hard, and Wanda immediately takes it into her mouth. She sucks until you’re coming into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, y/n,” Wanda says. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Ride my cock, baby?” You ask her.

Wanda nods and settles herself over you. She aligns her center with your cock, slipping onto it with ease. She is so wet from getting you off. The woman rides your cock as she moves her hands over your abdomen. You can see yourself slipping in and out of her even with your choir robe bunched up at your chest.

“Fuck, Wanda, I’m going to come,” you say as you feel yourself getting close.

“Me too,” she groans out. Her eyes are closed with pleasure. She shouts as she comes, and you spill into her.

Wanda lets you stay inside her until she’s come down from her high. You kiss her when she slips off of you and lays on the ground next to you.

“We should’ve done that months ago,” you say.

“Agreed,” Wanda says. She chuckles. “Can you go again?”

You look down at yourself. It’s unlikely but you’re willing to try.

“Maybe if we kissed for a while first? Or you let me get you off first?”

“By all means, go ahead,” Wanda says.

You laugh and turn over to kiss Wanda again. Lifting her robe off this time, you pay close attention to her breasts. And you bring her pleasure again. She does the same for you.

Wanda is definitely why you love your job, especially now.

[that-little-zebunny]

The Cursed Beauty: Chapter Two - part 1 -

Pairing: Beast/Prince!James Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Reader (Beauty and the Beast AU)

Warning: this is an 18+ fic!, a little angst.

Word count: 900+

Note: Heya lovelies, I'm back with a short update. This is going to be a 2 part chapter. I planned on updating this weekly but had to rushed a digi painting commission the past weeks 😬 I'll try my best this time. Sorry for the wait ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

Hope you'll like this 💜

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You woke up again but from a very peaceful and relaxing sleep. After having a wonderful time getting to know Natasha and Wanda, two lively ladies that works in the castle you're currently in.

They made you feel safe and you really needed that specially after what happened to you on your own home. You needed safe.

Sighing at the unwanted thoughts that are trying to wrap their poisoned thorns on your mind. You stood up, covering your thin night gown with a lovely silk robe you found hanging next to a very beautiful wardrobe you went out to look for your new friends.

There's an eerie silence that bothered you when you stepped out of the room they lend you. It doesn't look like its that late for everyone to be asleep already. The whole hallway is so quiet its like you're in an abandoned castle.

Taking unsure steps you went down the grand staircase and entered what you assumed is the entrance to the kitchen but found no one there. You can feel your heart racing. What if you've been dreaming and the people you met aren't real? You shaked you head.

That can't be true. You've talked almost half the day.

You went back up the staircase but went on the other side. You are in awe while walking on a long hallway staring up on the beautiful carvings and paintings.

You father would swoon on these masterpiece. You sighed, he's probably back home now and worried sick.

Finding yourself infront of a large double door, you went in whispering Natasha and Wanda's name in hopes that they are in there doing their choirs but found no one. Something in the center of the messy room caught your attention.

Its a beautiful glowing rose inside a well crafter glass casing. You gasp and walked towards it.

It must be magic, its floating on its own. You saw that there are some petals that have died down and decided to remive them but as your hands touched the glass case someone shoved you aside.

"What do you think you're doing!? What have you done to it!?" A cloacked man shouted at you. His arms wrap around the rose's casing protectedly.

Shaking from the shock you tried to get back up but failed. "I-I didn't do anything. I was just admiring t-the rose." You said. "I'M so sorry..."

You knelt down infront of him to try and hide your tears.

You heard him sigh and felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Forgive me. I didn't mean to scare you." He said bending over you.

You wiped your eyes and look up at him. You can see long hair peeking on his dark hood but his face is concealed. You tried to peak in but he slowly moved his face away.

"Please dont..." He said.

"Why? Why are you hiding? And why doesn't we know this place exist?" You asked hin curiously.

"Its a very long story." He said.

You stood up woth his help.

"I-I'm really sorry for touching your flower...I was just looking for Natasha and Wanda." You said truthfully.

"You wont be seeing them until morning." He said guiding you out. "You must be hungry, our dinner is set."

The two of you went down to the dining room and you saw two table settings and tons of dishes.

You sat down on the other side of the table looking up at him not sure what to do. He had his head bend away from you but saw his hand gesture for you to eat and you did. Digging in the delicious meal not realizing how hungry you are from all the running you did.

You ate, savouring the food infront of you like its your last meal.

James couldn't help but stare at you. You really are beautiful just like what Sam said. In the back of his head he's considering it but how? You seems like a genuinely nice lady and he doesn't want to use you. He's done being selfish but the quiet castle is breaking his heart. How somewhere in this dark structure are his friends, his family and they need him...they need him to own up to what he did...

"I-is everything okay?" You asked upon seeing that he's looking at you.

"Nothing. Uhm, you have something on your face..." He said pointing at his left chin. You tried to wipe it but missed.

James stood up and walked towards you taking your napkin in his own hand making you shiver when him skin touched yours. You took in a deep breath waiting for him to move. He lean down to wipe your cheek gently. You dont know why but his mere closeness is making you dizzy. There's something in him that calls to you.

"T-thank you..." You whispered. His hand is still hovering near your chin. You tried to see is face through the darkness of his hood but all you're able to make out is his beautiful blue eyes.

"I-uhm...no problem." He blinked fast shaking his head slowly and moved away from you. "Once you're done eating I suggest your return to your room. I will have Natasha and Wanda visit you in the morning. Have a good night." He said and walked out in a hurry.

You stared at his retreating back, in dazed as you touch your cheek.

James hurriedly went back to his chamber. Grunting at how he acted. There's just something in you, you have this weird pull on him and he's not sure if its something the curse is causing.

Your eyes, lips, the way you speak to him... everything is making him loose his mind. Its like there's a beast inside him that want to devour the innocent prey infront of him.

Annoyed at the unwanted thoughts in his brain he fixed his hood and took his sword. Looks like he'll be spending his night in his cabin again regardless of having someone breathing in the castle for the night. He doesn't trust himself around you.

[imagine-loki]

Of Numbers and Strange Friendships

TITLE: Of Numbers and Strange Friendships CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 29/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being friends with Peter Parker RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: None so far.  Also on AO3 here

Loki looked like a kid in a candy store as the trio made their way inside.  “See the kids in the matching purple t-shirts with the year on them?” Peter asked as they walked up the steps to the main doors.  Loki inclined his head.  “Those are the seniors.  They’re all wearing those matching shirts today.  They’re the ones in charge of all the pranks.  Try not to be too hard on them, they’re just Midgardian kids and have nowhere near your skill in mischief and pranks.  Nor do they have magic to help,” Peter warned.  He didn’t want Loki discouraging their attempts at pranks or looking down on the kids for having fun.

Loki just grinned.  “Then I shall just have to help them,” he replied.  Peter and Wanda could both see the gears in his head working on ideas of what to do to the school and the teachers.  But Loki, as ever, was a patient hunter.  He would wait and see what the children had come up with on their own before adding his own touches and flair.  

And crazy amounts of drama and magic.

The second they walked through the doors, they say three pigs run down the hallway with numbers painted on their sides: 1, 2, 4.  

Loki chuckled.  “A traditional prank.  I assume it is the same on Midgard where there is no number three?” he asked his companions.  They both nodded and looked relieved that Loki had chosen to be amused rather than upset at the ‘traditional’ prank.  

“C’mon,” Peter told him as the principal walked by, followed by a full mariachi band, and looking annoyed.  Loki couldn’t help laughing at the harried look on the principal’s face.  “The seniors asked me for a favor if I actually got you here,” he explained and led Loki and Wanda through the halls.  

“A favor?” Loki asked, concerned.  It was one thing for Peter to owe him a favor.  He didn’t like the thought of Peter owing favors to others.  

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing harmful.  They know we’re friends and asked me to make sure you saw something they did if I managed to actually get you here.  They didn’t think I’d get you to show up,” he explained.  Loki nodded.  That was a reasonable request.  He was the god of mischief and chaos after all, of course the seniors would want to see him on their day of pranks.  He had a feeling he had a lot of new worshipers for the day. 

Loki always appreciated new worshipers.

Peter led the them to the library and opened the big double doors into the huge room of books.  Loki wondered what they were doing there, until he saw the statue.  He had no idea how the art students had managed, but greeting them in front of the circulation desk was a marble-looking life sized statue of Loki in full regalia, including the helmet, arms spread wide in the classic ‘your savior is here’ pose.  It wasn’t real marble of course, but plaster or some such material, decorated to look like marble. 

Peter whistled appreciatively.  “The art students went above and beyond with that creation,” he said.  There were students in the purple shirts approaching the statue, and a couple who were standing guard protectively over their creation. 

Loki approached the statue, curious to see what the purple-shirts were up to.  They were leaving offerings.  He couldn’t help the emotions that he had that they were actually leaving offerings at the feet of the statue to him.  There was a collection of offerings there already.  Most of the students weren’t rich, so the offerings were simple things, but Loki appreciated every single one of them.  There were brownies someone made, snack cakes from the store, different types of candy, an entire chocolate cake, and quite a lot of letters.  Loki reached for a brownie and growled softly when one of the purple-shirt guards tried to smack his hand away from the treat.

“Those are offerings, you can’t just take them!” the boy scolded.  Peter started to step forward to diffuse the situation.  It was something the kid had great skill in.

Loki stood to face the purple-shirt who had tried  letting a version of his horned helmet appear on his head.  It was the one that didn’t entirely cover his head.  It had been called the ‘murder tiara’ outside of Loki’s hearing.  It was still recognizable as his helmet.  

“I believe that is an offering to me,” Loki replied with a hint of humor in his voice at the kid’s completely shocked expression as he lifted the brownie to bite into it.  He purred in appreciation at the treat.  Before he could take another bite of the brownie, though, every student in a purple shirt within earshot dropped to one knee, bowing their heads in supplication.  Loki was shocked.  Somehow, even after the battle of New York, these Midgardians were bowing down to him.  They were kneeling before him.  Even after demanding that the people in Stuttgart kneel before him.  These children were doing so of their own volition.

“We hope our offerings please you on this, our day of pranks,” one of the seniors, who Peter recognized as a drama student, told Loki.  

“Oh yes, this will be such fun~” Loki said approvingly, but softly. Louder, he addressed the kneeling students, putting on the air the statue portrayed, the benevolent god.  “Rise, my supplicants,” he told them with a grandiose air to his tone. The students rose from their knees.  “Your offerings and statue are pleasing to me,” he told them graciously “And I have witnessed a sampling of your pranks,”

“Any assistance your godliness might be willing to lend to our poor attempts at pranks and mischief would be highly appreciated,” the drama student added.  Peter had a feeling she was part of Loki’s army with how over the top she was addressing him, but Loki seemed to be eating it up. 

He inclined his head regally.  “It would be my absolute honor to assist you in your day of mischief,” he told them with a Cheshire Cat grin.

The chaos began after that.

Some of the pranks were done by the students, some by Loki.  There were times it was difficult to tell who had done which.  Other times, it was all too easy.

The pigs and the mariachi band were the work of the students.  So was the cow on the third floor of the school.  Apparently cows will walk up stairs, but they won’t walk down them.  They also claimed credit for putting the principal’s car in the empty swimming pool, which impressed Loki as he couldn’t figure out how they’d gotten it there.  The choir kids barricading their corridor while singing “Do you Hear the People Sing?” was definitely all on them.  

The hallway that was filled with bubbles from floor to ceiling was definitely Loki, especially since the bubbles stayed in that hallway.  So was the hallway that forgot what gravity was.  So was the other swimming pool being filled with cherry cola.  The statues in the hallways being repositioned in lewd poses was also Loki’s doing.  As was the gym being turned into an exact replica of the training grounds of Asgard.  And the bilgesnipe in the soccer field.  He blamed Thor for the rain in the science labs.  Though he took credit for the snow and skating rink. 

For the hell of it, every student who entered the library that day ended up in Hogwarts robes of their House color (which Loki somehow got the spell to sort them correctly) and had their patronus floating around them.  

He wanted to turn all the teachers into animals, but Peter told him no.  Firmly.  And repeatedly.  And then threatened to call Thor.  So he had to give up on that idea.  

The slip n slide down the hall could’ve been either Loki or the seniors.  So could the auditorium being filled with cats of all things.  No one figured out who hid the watches all over the school. Or who set them to sound alarms every minute until the staff found them and turned them off.  

They had a feeling the ugly stupid goats on the football field were Loki’s doing, but no one could prove it.  They ranged from ugly and stupid, to really ugly and really stupid, to extremely ugly and extremely stupid. Everyone felt sorry for that poor goat.  On a completely unrelated note, the entire football team had mysteriously vanished.  Loki claimed no knowledge on that subject. 

In short, the school was complete and total chaos by the end of first period. 

Loki shadowed Peter all day to his classes. He had spelled his murder tiara to only be seen by the students and Loki spun a lie, in a very convincing accent, about being family visiting Peter from England and was shadowing him for the day to learn about American high-schools.  He had a very convincing permission note saying so.  He may have used magic to convince them, but he wasn’t owning up to it if he did. The seniors all bowed to him in the halls as he and Peter passed them.  Loki adored every moment of it.  

When Loki and Peter arrived at lunch, they saw a giant Christmas tree erected in the cafeteria, completely lit and decorated.  That wasn’t so strange on this day of chaos.  The strange part was the entire senior class standing around the tree in a circle, swaying as they sang the Who song from “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” 

Loki chuckled when he saw them.  “How do they all know this song?” he asked Peter quietly when he saw them.  

“It’s in a Christmas movie.  The holiday in the winter, near when your people celebrate Yule.  I’ll show it to you at Christmas,” Peter explained, and made the offer.  Loki could wait to understand entirely until then.  He didn’t always know what Midgardian things Loki already knew about and tended to over-explain himself, but Loki appreciated the effort his friend made. 

There was a whispered word from one of the seniors and all of them turned to the doorway where Loki was and dropped to their knees, then bowed down before him, bowing so low their foreheads practically touched the floor. The teachers all took too close of a look at Loki then, and he realized his disguise was over.  It wasn’t holding up anyway, not with all the magic he’d been using around the school. They had to have figured out that Loki was behind the chaos.  And they knew Loki and Peter were friends and what Loki was capable of.

At least Loki didn’t have to hide anymore.

With a shimmer of green magic a stage appeared under him, rising a couple feet as his form shimmered back to usual, though in his full regalia and proper helmet.  “Rise, my supplicants,” the seniors stood again when he bid them. “You have pleased me this day with your offerings of mischief and chaos.  Your god has accepted your offerings. I offer you my gratitude on this day for the experience and I hope that next year’s class will live up to the legacy you have left them,” he told them in his overly dramatic grandiose way.  He paused for a moment.  Peter caught his attention and held up his yearbook, the one Tony had bought him so his friends could sign it.  Loki inclined his head, thanking his friend for the wonderful idea.  “I would like to present you with a small token of my gratitude,” it was only fair for the fun they’d give him.  They day wasn’t over, of course, but this was the best opportunity to address them all at once.  A shimmer of magic went through the room and surrounded each Senior’s yearbook.  “A small gift, from me,” Loki told them.  He had used magic to change one of the blank pages to images from the day and had his signature in green magical ink in the center.

There were cheers and applause from the entire cafeteria.

One girl stood up on one of the tables.  “The Junior class accepts your challenge.  Expect bigger pranks from us next year!” she called in a stage voice.  There were more cheers from her words from every Junior in the cafeteria.  

Loki vanished in a shimmer of green magic and reappeared in the library to devour his offerings happily.  Peter was laughing when he found Loki there a few minutes later.  “Knew I’d find you up here,” he teased Loki warmly and sat next to him by the feet of the statue.  He accepted the brownie that Loki offered him. “That was a nice thing you did for the Seniors,” 

Loki inclined his head.  “It was kind of them to invite me to their prank day,” he replied. “It seemed appropriate to give them something in return.  Even though the trinket is small,” he sounded concerned.

Peter gave him his trademark lopsided grin.  “It was perfect.  It will mean a lot to them and they’ll keep those books and those memories forever” he reassured his friend.  Loki grinned and split the chocolate cake with Peter.

*

During the last class of the day an announcement came over the PA.  “If Mr. Loki Odinson would like to ever be invited to future school events, he will kindly return the school to the way he found it this morning.  If he would like to be invited to next year’s senior prank day, he will also return my car to its parking spot from its current location in the pool,” 

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes.  “Spoilsport,” he glared at the PA as if it were Jarvis and not the principal speaking through a microphone.  Peter would have to correct his misconception later.

“Loki~” Peter reminded him.  They didn’t want Loki banned from chaperoning future trips and Loki wanted to come back for next senior prank day.  He had to see if the Juniors lived up to their promise.  

He closed his eyes and gathered power to wash over the school and return it to rights.  The principal’s car returned to its spot glistening and clean.  In fact, the entire school was cleaner than it had ever been and all of the lockers were mysteriously repaired because one little arachnid had complained that his kept getting stuck.  Loki was making damn sure he wouldn’t be banished from future events. 

No one asked the football team why they were found on the football field during the last period of the day.  

It was better that way.