#ceo!wanda

[wandaverse]

you could do it on your own (while you’re looking at me)

ceo!wanda x assistant!reader headcanons

tags: dom!milf!wanda, bimbo!pillowprincess!reader, smut, mentions of strap

��� when she meets the group of applicants, wanda instantly knows who she wants. you’re a wide eyed fresh of out uni graduate with barely anything on your resume, but you’re exactly what she wants; a pretty girl who’s pliant and can fulfil her less than professional needs and demands

— before you, wanda always kept her office blinds down and door shut. now, she keeps them wide open so she can see you sitting at your desk like her perfect pretty princess right outside

— a few weeks after you’re hired, wanda orders you to wear skirts everyday. “it’s protocol,” she says. you don’t argue and merely nod with an obedient smile (it sends a rush through her body and she has to excuse her to the bathroom)

— when you attend business events by her side, often rich men think they have the right to lay their eyes on you. wanda quickly remedies that by slinking her arm around your waist and pulling you snuggly to her side

— afterwards, wanda learns to start leaving hickies or lipstick stains (or both) all over your neck and collarbones and chest and everywhere else people can see so they know exactly who you belong to

— wanda packs more often than not and you develop a new routine. during her lunch break (or earlier if neither of you can wait that long), you come in and she takes you on her desk, against the window, on the couch, on the floor, or even against the door for everyone outside to hear if they listen hard enough. she doesn’t think there’s a single inch of her office that she hasn’t christened with your touch

— other times when the day is slow or you’re bored (which is more often than not (she really didn’t hire you for your skills or work ethic)), you sneak into her office without knocking. like a bunny, you prance across the room and unzip her pants before sitting on her lap and warming her strap for the rest of the day

— your favourite position though is when you’re seated comfortably on the edge of her desk. even more so on the days she walks into the office wearing a tie. you become obsessed with pulling her into a kiss by the tie around her neck as she slots between your legs and you’re sat on her desk with your skirt hiked up around your waist

— when you get a little greedy with your touch, wanda resorts to yanking her tie off and using it to bind your hands together behind your back. you secretly love the thrill of being hers to play with when she does

— looking up at her with innocent and sleepy eyes in the afterglow, you request that she wears ties more often. and well, who is she to refuse her pretty princess

[mmywanda]

Dandelion — W.M

chapter one of Forbidden Pleasure

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Pairing: CEO!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you decided to join your family's business, you had no idea the ceo of the rival company would be so.. alluring.

Warnings: None.. yet ;)

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: My first series! I promise it’s going to get more exciting soon, this was just setting things up.

Beta read by @poulengp <3

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You'd never been into business. Despite your family being famous for their own very successful company, Nexus. No, you preferred working in that little library, where it was quiet, and the most stressful it got was when someone returned their books too late. Why would you want to be involved in a business full of money hungry people who think of nothing but financial success?

So that was precisely what you told your father when he called you up one Saturday morning, trying to persuade you into following in the footsteps of the majority of your family. And what didn't help your case was the fact you'd be laid off from your job, as there wasn't enough funding in the library to keep all four employees.

"I don't want to be a part of it, dad, I've told you this so many times." You spoke between chews, the crunch of your slightly burnt toast echoing through the call.

"You're twenty two, (Y/N), it's time you step up and join us. You could be valuable to the team."

You rolled your eyes, "And what value would that be?" Both of you knew that you'd passed through college with barely average results, and was lucky to have found a decently paying job that didn't require better grades.

"You're good with people, we need that."

Glancing over at the small stack of bills across you on the kitchen table, you sighed. "I don't want it to change me." What if you turned into an emotionless robot? And had to work behind a desk everyday? And that desk may be on the twenty fourth level of a glass tower building?

"You won't change, I know you."

Doubt swirled around in your mind, eyes scanning the small apartment you lived in. You would have to find a job soon, though it would be difficult given your low qualifications and lack of experience. Here you were, being offered a job that would most likely be well paying.

"Fine. I'll do it."

—

The first matter of business was shopping. Your wardrobe consisted of cardigans, faded jeans, a skirt you refused to ever wear again and a few shirts that looked very outdated compared to the modern city you lived in.

Walking into a clothing store that wasn't your typical go-to was scary. You'd chosen a different one so you could find more professional outfits— because you'd probably be kicked out of the office if you were to walk in wearing your usual attire.

"May I offer you some assistance?" A woman appeared in front of you almost two seconds after you'd stepped through the automatic doors. Her eyes scanned you, as it was obvious this was your first time in that store.

You smiled, shaking your head, "No, it's okay thank you. I'm just browsing." When she left with a nod, you walked to the pants section, looking at the wide selection of styles, material and colours. You didn't even know where to begin. Eventually you decided that darker shades like grey, black or navy would be appropriate. Picking a few out, you folded them over your arm, ready for the dressing room later.

Next was shirts, that just like the pants, had a very large selection, perhaps even more. A sigh left your lips.

Twenty minutes later you'd accumulated clothing items and two pairs of shoes. It was a bit of a struggle to get to the dressing rooms, and once inside a cubicle, you dropped the pile onto the stool. Another sigh left your lips. Is this what business people went through every year? Well, probably every month, based on what you knew of business people. Granted, your only knowledge of business style was from The Office, and it wasn't like that show was renowned for its fashion sense.

Trying on a few outfits, matching different things, you decided on what you would purchase. Making your way to the cashiers, you avoided the gaze of the store assistant.

"That will be three hundred and eleven dollars, fifty cents." The cashier's bright smile almost smoothed over your shock, but not quite. Three hundred and eleven dollars?!

As much as you wanted to apologise and leave to find a store that had cheaper prices, you wouldn't be able to handle the judgemental stare of that woman. So, you got your card out and pressed it against the card reader. When it let out a double beep, indicating it hadn't been approved, you tried again, to which the cashier said, "You have to put your card in. The contactless limit is two hundred."

Your face flushed. If it wasn't obvious that you hadn't spent this much money before, it was now.

That evening, you laid on your couch, staring at the cracks in your ceiling, instant ramen in a bowl, cooling down from its boiling temperature. You thought about what would happen tomorrow, your first day in the office. Well, you knew you wouldn't have a desk job exactly, you'd be more like an assistant to any of the managers or executives— whatever that meant.

Trying to shake your mind of all the worries, you ate your ramen, despite it burning your tongue. At least it was a distraction from the overthinking anyway.

—

You woke up with a start, phone alarm blaring. Your first instinct was to sit up, but an ache in your neck forced you to pause. It seemed you'd fallen asleep on the couch, head having been in an awkward position all night. You thanked the you from yesterday who set the alarm in preparation and had placed the phone beside you.

It didn't take long to put your chosen outfit on, but what did take long was pleasing the perfectionist in you. You stood in front of the mirror for a while, adjusting your hair this way and that, fiddling with the simple silver necklace you were wearing.

"It's no big deal, (Y/N), you're not going to meet anyone important on your first day."

That's what you kept telling yourself during your journey to the office building. It took a train and a four minute walk until you reached your destination. Walking into the lobby, you were struck by how sharp, clean and unnecessarily big it was. Pale marble flooring, bright white walls, even brighter ceiling lights despite it being a sunny day outside. And the very large 'NEXUS' logo on the far wall. Your shoes squeaked against the marble, and you wondered what sort of material the soles were made out of. Perhaps the marble was made to mock people with shoes worth less than a thousand dollars.

"How may I help you?" The receptionist asked as you approached him. You smiled, masking your nerves.

"I'm (Y/N), I'm meant to be starting my job today."

He nodded quickly, suddenly sitting up straighter, you assumed because he believed he would get in trouble if he wasn't the most professional he could be in front of his boss's daughter. You then noticed his name badge that read 'Evan'.

Evan picked up the reception phone, tapping a few numbers before speaking, telling someone that you had arrived. The conversation was short.

"Take the elevator to the ninth floor, first door on the right." He pointed you in the right direction. You gave him your thanks and then found yourself inside the small metal box also known as an elevator. You hated them, though you guessed it would have to become part of your routine now.

Once arriving on the ninth floor, you examined the decor— plain walls with an occasional framed art piece (the kind that looked like a toddler had painted that would sell for millions).

Hearing distant voices coming from various closed doors, you decided dallying wouldn't make the start of shift any easier. You found the first door on the right, knocking lightly until you heard a familiar voice call out— "Come in." So you did.

The office was spacious, a desk in the middle, and seating behind it was your father. He gave you a warm smile, standing up with an outstretched hand. You mentally sighed at his usual strange way of greeting family members. You shook his hand before taking a seat in front of him.

"It's good to see you here, when was the last time you visited?" He prompted, clicking his silver pen against the table.

"A few years ago, the Christmas party."

You remembered it begrudgingly. The night you fell onto a table that happened to be seating several ice filled buckets for the champagne. Let's just say it was an extremely humiliating memory that always made you shiver. The chill of the ice had never quite escaped you.

Your father chuckled, nodding as he recalled the same night. "Ah, yes. How could I forget." You rolled your eyes, refusing to smile until he changed the subject. "Anyway, let's talk business."

He pulled out a new planner journal, handing it to you. Flicking through it, you noticed a lot of dates neatly jotted in. You gave him a questioning look.

"My assistant kindly added important dates and meetings."

Your eyes widened slightly, "I'm going to join meetings?" That was something you hadn't expected.

"As a note taker, for now." His expression showed how keen he was for you to progress in your role and reach a high position in the company on your own. He wasn't going to get you a higher job just because you were his kid.

Scanning the dates written down for the current week, you saw there was a meeting scheduled for today. Anxiety immediately bubbled inside you at the thought of being in such a professional setting with equally professional people, as an inexperienced ex-librarian.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). It's not a huge deal." He hesitated, before correcting himself. "Okay, it is a big deal."

You groaned, leaning back in the chair that you had to admit was very uncomfortable. "What is it about? Stock shares or something?" It was very obvious that you pulled the term out of your very limited knowledge on business that lived in the back of your brain, because your father's eyebrows creased in amusement.

"It's our annual meeting with Maximoff Industries. And let's just say our companies have difficulty clicking."

The name 'Maximoff Industries' was familiar. You knew that they created things in the technology area, and as it so happened, Nexus did too, so it was no wonder they didn't 'click'.

"How do they normally go?" You had to gauge how terrible the experience would be for you. Scenarios ran through your mind, the most rational being; raised tones, interrupted sentences, perhaps even a few cold glares (gasp).

"We have a small partnership in a few products, so the disagreements normally stem from financial shares, and what name is listed first under the annual report. It normally ends in a handshake though." He attempted a smile, but it was clear that he had a very strong distaste for Maximoff Industries. "It doesn't help that their CEO, Wanda Maximoff is a.. difficult person to get along with in terms of business."

"Why?" You asked, wanting to know what to expect in the meeting, even if you were going to be sitting in the corner.

Your father sighed, leaning back in his chair. "She's.." He thought for a long hard moment. "She has this look, like she knows more than you, like she's superior. And she very obviously craves control over every situation without explicitly expressing it. It's infuriating, but hard to explain."

It didn't seem like much to go on; having a certain expression and craving control. Wasn't that a description of half of the earth's population?

Your father checked his watch, "It's going to start in twenty minutes." You internally panicked, because you hadn't expected things to start so soon. He smiled kindly, leaning forward in his chair a bit.

"It's okay, (Y/N), you're not going to be talking." That didn't exactly reassure you, because it meant you would have to maintain a calm act in case anyone looked your way.

"Alright, let's do this." Faking positivity was the first step, right?

—

The meeting room was empty when you and other representatives from Nexus walked in, including your father. They all took their seats, presumably their allocated ones. There was a chair set aside from the very long table, which you guessed was for you. Sliding it backwards a bit, you sat, spending a very awkward minute trying to decide how to position your legs. Should you cross them or not? Before you could come to a decision, you heard people entering the room.

You looked up, counting five very professional looking businesspeople. Thinking that was all, you opened your notebook, until you sensed one last presence. Glancing across the room, a woman entered.

She was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and heels. Hair brunette with lighter streaks, eyes a deep shade of green. But the overriding feature of this woman was her aura. Everyone in the room fell silent, most of the Nexus members seemed to have a polite but forced smile.

"Ms Maximoff, it's good to see you." Your father announced, making a small gesture with his hand to indicate for the woman to sit at the opposite end of the table— although she'd already done so.

"Yes, it's a pleasure, Julian." Wanda Maximoff replied, her tone smooth, with an underlying accent you hadn't heard before. It was very alluring all the same. You noticed she'd addressed your father by his first name.

"How have you been? I heard y—" Your father began, until he was cut off.

"Let's just get to business, shall we?" Wanda's hands rested on top of the table, revealing her many intricate and no doubt expensive silver rings.

"Oh, yes." Julian cleared his throat, gesturing to his coworker, a manager to start the presentation. You tried your best to quickly note down the points the manager was making, including comments from the other company.

But you felt your attention slipping, because from your angle, Wanda Maximoff was just to the left of the presentation screen. You were inexplicably drawn to her, the way she held herself, and not to mention her immense beauty.

You were suddenly startled when the face you were staring at turned, green eyes locking with yours. All oxygen left your lungs, not from panic of being caught staring during a professional meeting, but because Wanda Maximoff was piercing. Though her head tilted back to the presentation. Finally you were able to breathe, fingers gripping the notebook edges.

"So what's the point of decreasing the amount of products manufactured if it's in high demand?" Wanda questioned, leaning back in her seat slightly, directing the question towards your father instead of the manager.

He paused, thinking through his answer before replying. "Retailers are going to be bidding higher prices in order to stock it."

Wanda Maximoff's eyebrows quirked, a slight upturn of her lips now revealing to you what your father had described earlier; The Look. It indeed felt like she was in control, as if she was negotiating a deal with a child.

"Why don't we ask someone else's opinion?" Wanda's eyes snapped to you. Horror rushed through you as everyone followed Wanda's directed stare. All eyes were on you.

You felt your face heat up, having absolutely no idea what to say or do other than look towards your father helplessly. He nodded his head, as if urging me to speak so they could move on quickly.

"Uh—" Words were failing you. Wanda's expression shifted from expectancy to amusement. She was enjoying your embarrassment, it seemed. "I think it could work.. people tend to want to buy things that are exclusive." You didn't have anything to base that opinion on, but you hoped it sounded more certain than it did in your head.

Wanda's stare remained on you for a few agonising seconds before nodding once, accepting your answer. "Let's take ten, my team need to discuss this." Everyone nodded quickly in agreement. The Nexus members waited for the others to leave the room, but they didn't. Your father let out a very quiet but infuriated sigh at Wanda's blank though slightly smug expression . He stood, muttering to everyone to leave with him, including you. You'd never exited a room so quickly.

Once you were a few metres down the corridor, you exhaled, leaning against the wall, the conversation between your company distant to your ears. You were busy calming down from the humiliation. You hadn't felt this way since falling into a table with ice buckets in this very building.

Why had Wanda singled you out? Surely she knew how uncomfortable that would be for someone who was clearly new.

You needed water. Luckily you knew of the staff lounge that had a supply of refreshments.

The 'lounge' was thankfully empty, consisting of several pristine couches and counter with a kettle and an array of coffees and teas. You headed towards the water cooler. Grabbing a small paper cup, you flicked on the switch for the water to start filling the cup slowly. It was when it reached the halfway mark that you were startled by a voice.

"It's an interesting opinion that you have."

You spun around, facing Wanda Maximoff. It was hard to breathe again.

"Do you know a lot about consumer behaviour?" She asked, emerald eyes fixed on yours. The question stunned you for a moment, not entirely understanding. But you'd done enough reading to be able to guess what her words meant.

"Not really, I just notice what people around me seem to buy." Good, you're doing good— you told yourself.

"You don't do the buying?" She asked, head slightly tilted to the side.

You let out a nervous chuckle, shaking your head. "Oh, no. I'm the type to keep something until it's completely incapable of doing its job." For example; your toaster.

Wanda's lips twitched into a smile that almost felt like a smirk. "That's an unfortunate attitude to have when you're working in this industry." You swallowed, throat feeling very dry as you still hadn't had that water yet. Wanda seemed to finally notice the cup in your hand.

"Drink."

The simple word felt like a command, and you found yourself raising your cup without hesitation and taking a gulp of water. It felt like a relief to your dry throat. The woman's smile was now definitely a smirk, though what she was smirking at, you didn't know.

"I haven't seen you around here before. When did you start?" The question was a simple one, but the way Wanda delivered it made it seem a lot more important, like she actually interested.

You were just glad it was an easy one to answer. "Today, actually."

She nodded slowly, "You're Julian's daughter?"

"Yeah, he's wanted me here for a while, and I needed a job." You had to tell yourself to just chill out, because you were starting to overthink your answers, despite there being no need to.

Wanda reached a hand out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, inadvertently directing your attention to her hands. The silver rings shaped her fingers perfectly, the dark red varnish on her nails standing out as they brushed against her hair. You swallowed, forcing yourself to look away.

"Those plants look half dead."

Your eyebrows raised at her very random statement. Since when did plants become a part of the conversation? You went along with it, noticing the few potted plants and vases with flowers that did look very wilted.

"Do you know the name of that one?" Wanda pointed to a specific plant, green leaves and yellow flowers. You knew nothing about plants.

"Tulip?" It was more of a question than an answer. Wanda let out a chuckle at your painfully wrong answer. She shook her head in amusement.

"Dandelion." She stated, suddenly studying you with some type of curiosity and intrigue. "You remind me of a dandelion."

Your expression was quizzical, wondering why a yellow flower could be associated to you in any kind of way. "Why?"

Wanda smiled mysteriously, carefully leaving the question unanswered as she checked her watch. You could tell by the watch strap alone that it was probably worth more than your student debt. "The break is over." And with that, she began walking away, her heels clicking against the floor. You were stunned for a few seconds before snapping out of it. Realising that the cup was still in your hand, you threw it away, walking as quickly as you could back to the meeting room without embarrassing yourself.

Everyone was in the room by the time you'd survived the walk back. You kept your eyes down and sat in your corner (of shame). The conversations started again, and you tried your best, yet again, to make notes. It was a bit easier to concentrate as Wanda hadn't done any talking yet.

It was boring, really, listening to your father and Maximoff Industries' representatives disagree on very simple things like the font for whatever the damn products they wanted to sell.

Finally, Wanda spoke up after listening to the conversation she appeared to have found just as boring as you had. "Let's do it. Less products for higher sales, as ridiculous as it sounds. Though, something would have to be put in place.”

You glanced up from your notebook, pen hovering above the page. Even Wanda’s own coworkers seemed confused.

“I will have regular meetings with a representative from Nexus, just so I can keep up to date with your side of this new decision.”

You could practically see the cogs in your father’s brain whirring, as he probably didn’t know now if this new idea would be a mistake. He cleared his throat. “Okay, I’ll look at my schedu—“

“It will be (Y/N).” Wanda stated clearly. Once again, you found all attention on you. You were just as bewildered as the other surprised faces.

“Me?” You uttered, cheeks flushed at the idea of Wanda Maximoff wanting to meet you again.

A smile twitched on your lips as she studied you from across the room. You felt the presences around you fade away when your eyes locked with green ones. She spoke in a slow but deliberate way, “You will accept, won’t you?”

Without thinking twice, you simply replied, “Yes.”

—

[wndasstar]

18+ CEO!Wanda blurb ♡

CEO!Wanda after you tell her that you're a virgin. The words stumble out faster than you can catch them and she's oh so intrigued. "Is that so?" she asks, before instructing you to stay in her office for the remainder of your shift. . .

[wandasreallover]

ceo!wanda drabble|

Based on this photo ^

Title: Behind Closed Doors

The fluorescent lights of the office flickered like a stuttering heartbeat, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of stress. Today had been one of those days. You let out a heavy sigh as you walked through the doors of your apartment, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. Work had knocked the breath out of you—an impossible project deadline, an avalanche of demands from your boss, and the sharp criticism from a client who seemed to take pleasure in belittling your efforts. It felt as if the weight of the world was resting squarely on your shoulders, and it was a burden too heavy to bear alone.

You dropped your bag at the door, the sound echoing in the quiet space. The pent-up tension knotted in your chest; you were too drained to even think about making dinner. Instead, you decided to check in on Wanda, your partner and the indomitable CEO of Stark Financial. Her office was situated on the far side of the sleek, modern apartment you shared, a space that was usually filled with laughter, love, and warmth. Tonight, however, it was quiet, with only the muffled sound of typing breaking the stillness.

As you approached the door, you briefly hesitated. You didn't want to interrupt her again. The week had already been long, and you could see the stress lines etching deeper into her skin each day. Wanda was a force of nature—a cold, calculated leader in the office, yet behind closed doors, her warmth enveloped you like a comforting blanket. You admired her fiercely; still, a part of you felt like a distraction during her busy hours. So, you turned away.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” came a soft voice from the office.

You froze, caught in her web of concern. Wanda had a knack for sensing your presence, even when you thought you had managed to slip away unnoticed.

“I just thought I’d let you work,” you replied, trying to play it off. “You’re busy.”

“Not as busy as my heart when I’m waiting for you to get home,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Come here. I insist.”

You smiled despite yourself, nudging the door open and stepping inside her office. It was meticulously organized—a testament to Wanda’s precise mind. Papers were stacked neatly, and her laptop screen glowed with a kaleidoscope of spreadsheets and graphs. But as she looked up, her expression turned softer—an unguarded glimpse of the woman you adored.

“You look tired,” she remarked, concern furrowing her brow.

“I had a long day,” you admitted, sinking into the chair opposite her desk. “You know, same old stuff. I thought I would let you focus on your… empire.”

Wanda chuckled lightly. “I love my empire, but you are my home.”

The lump in your throat swelled. It was moments like this—where the walls of her icy exterior melted away with little gestures and word choices—that made you feel like you were the happiest person alive.

“I don’t want to take you away from your work, Wanda. I know how important it is to you,” you murmured, shifting in your seat.

“You could never take me away from what really matters,” she reassured. “And right now, that’s you.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond as you caught the glimmer of sincerity shining in her green eyes. After a moment of hesitation, you slid out of the chair and made your way over to her. You stood beside her, the rich scent of her lavender shampoo wafting toward you, grounding you in the midst of your chaotic thoughts.

Without warning, she reached out and took your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours and abruptly pulled you into her lap. “Stay here with me,” she said softly.

You exhaled sharply, feeling the warmth radiating off her, and leaned down, resting your head against her shoulder. She smelled like home—lavender and the faint, intoxicating hint of citrus from her favorite candle. The tension in your body began to unwind as you inhaled deeply, seeking comfort in her presence.

Time ticked by softly, the rhythmic clicking of her keyboard becoming a lullaby that wrapped around you. Her focus on work was unwavering, but you could sense her awareness of you—the way she shifted ever so slightly toward you, anchoring you in her space.

After a while, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. There was something soothing about being near her, something that made you forget the chaos of the day. As the day's exhaustion settled in your bones, you felt the warm tingle of sleep creeping up. You nestled in closer, finding solace against the soft, familiar curve of her neck, inhaling the warmth of her presence as you surrendered to the comfort.

Somewhere in the distance, the clicking of keys grew louder, faster—pulsing with unspoken pressure. But you were enveloped in Wanda’s warmth, and it was where you most wanted to be, despite the storm of her workload.

In a heartbeat, you fell asleep.

Hours passed like fleeting clouds on a lazy afternoon, and Wanda noticed the shift in your breathing—slow and steady, the tension of the day finally giving way to tranquility. She paused her work, grateful for the moment, yet worried about what had caused you such distress. The protective nature that so often emerged in her professional life flared up again, nudging her to gently brush your hair back and press her lips to your forehead.

“You're okay now,” she whispered, a soft promise meant only for you. She knew how hard it had been for you and felt her heart ache wishing she could take every burden from you.

With a weary sigh, Wanda returned to her work, but her heart wasn’t in it anymore. Her thoughts drifted not toward spreadsheets but rather to you: how hard you worked, how tough your days could be, and how all she wanted was to be your rock in the storm.

[fandomnerd9602]

CEO!Wanda sits at a bench in a fitting room…

Wanda: oh come on, show me

Y/N: I feel silly. And the pricing is a little-

Wanda: it’s for a dinner and I’m flipping the bill. Just let me see.

Y/N walks out shyly in a nicely tailored outfit…

Y/N: so…how do I look?

Wanda: d-delicious

Y/N: what?

Wanda: perfect. I meant perfect

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

pairing: ceo!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda exploits your weakness for her, and fucks you in her office

content warnings: smut obvi, possessiveness, fingering, thigh grinding, a little bit of choking, slight exhibitionism

word count: 3.3k+

masterlist

Fingers Are My Weakness

‘I miss you, come to my office.’

You smile at your phone, sitting back in your seat as you come up with a response. You quickly turn the brightness down on your screen, fingers typing quickly as you bite your lip slightly. 

“Hey, are you ready to go over some of the procedures?” The voice is slightly grating on your ears, and you quickly delete your response as you lock your screen. Looking up, you see the woman who’s been showing you around all day looking at you with an expectant look on her face. 

Shit, what was her name? 

“Oh! Uh…” You check the time on your phone, noting that the workday had ended for almost everyone else. “Right now? I thought that procedures could wait until tomorrow?”

A condescending smile appears on her face, and you blink in surprise when she starts speaking. “Yeah, right now. It’s typical for newbies to stay late their first few days, just to get you up to speed. That’s ok with you right?”

Your phone dings, the woman’s eyes snap to it. Your fingers tighten around your phone, almost protectively. You huff slightly in annoyance, noticing the way the woman’s eyes linger on your legs, right where your skirt ends mid thigh. 

“Fine, just let me respond to this.”

Looking down, your heart jolts at the message you’d just received. It’s a single word, and sends shivers of nervousness down your spine. 

‘Now.’

Wanda Maximoff was not a woman you wanted to displease. Ever. You'd been on the receiving end of her ire more times than you could count, and although it was always enjoyable, the thought of punishment for disobeying a direct order sent your heart racing. 

The woman - Hailey, you remembered now - moved towards you, her heels clacking on the floor as she pulled a chair next to your desk. You had your phone angled away from her, fingers flying across the keyboard as you tried your best to minimize the punishment you'd surely receive for disobeying. 

‘I’m sorry, I can’t right now. Hailey is going over procedures with me. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.’

You flip your phone over again, sure that your face is heating up. Your fingers tremble in your lap as you lace them together tightly. Fortunately, Hailey is too focused on not-so-subtly peeking down the front of your low cut shirt to notice your flustered state. You clear your throat, annoyance building as you raise your eyebrows at her. 

Coughing slightly, Hailey pulls out a packet of information and places it in front of you. You flip through the first few pages, groaning internally at the sheer amount of information crammed onto each section. Hailey’s speaking again, her voice high and scratchy. It is nothing like the voice you actually want to hear. 

Just as that thought crosses your mind, your phone dings again, but you force yourself to ignore it. Avoiding eye contact with Hailey, you force yourself to flip to the second page as she drones on. You can practically feel the boredom take over you, your eyes drooping as you relax into your seat. 

Sneaking a glance at your phone, you see that Wanda has sent another message. Suddenly awake, you open your texts and read, your eyes wide. 

‘I thought you wanted to be a good girl?’

Your eyes flick over to Hailey, noticing that she’s now fixating on her laptop, seemingly searching for a specific page in a pdf. You hide your phone between the pages of your packet, typing with one hand while the other nonchalantly rests on the paper. 

‘I am a good girl, just busy rn. I’ll see you later.’

Locking your phone, you try to focus. Hailey’s voice is making your ears bleed, and you constantly find your thoughts wandering to a certain person. More specifically, your girlfriend, who just so happened to be the boss of the current company you worked at. 

A loud noise startled you out of your thoughts, the images of long hair and green eyes fading as you turned to look at Hailey. She snapped her fingers again, right under your nose as your eyes went slightly crossed in an effort to track her movements. 

“Listen, newbie,” She started, her eyes glancing down at your chest. “Just because you’re a personality hire doesn’t mean that you get to slack off, alright?” 

You felt anger rise, your thoughts churning as you glared at her with thinly veiled disgust. You’d actually worked very hard for this job, submitting an application and going through the same interview process as everyone else. Your girlfriend hadn’t actually known that you applied until your resume made its way to her desk along with the other final candidates for the position. 

She’d fucked you in many different positions that night, her praises never ending as you came over and over again. You’d begged her to be fair in the selection process, not wanting to only be hired because she ordered it. Wanda had agreed, saying that she’d refrain from the hiring process altogether for your special case. 

Breathing deeply, trying to calm yourself, you were about to respond to Hailey when your phone buzzed again. 

“Okay, who the fuck is texting you so much.” Hands reach for your phone, but you quickly pull it away. There’s an unimpressed look on Hailey’s face, her palm out as she expectantly glances at your phone. 

You sigh, unlocking your phone to see that Wanda has sent an image along with a message. No way in hell were you letting Hailey see the potential contents of that message. 

“It’s actually our boss.” Your tone is short, your words clipped as you raise a single eyebrow. You pride yourself on mastering your girlfriend’s infamous ‘I’m pissed’ face as Hailey takes in your expression and pales at your words. 

“Wait…” Hailey fumbled her words, trying to remedy the situation. “You have Wanda Maximoff’s phone number?”

You smirk, mindful of how long it's taken you to respond. Any second, Wanda would probably come storming down the hall, wondering what on earth was more important than her. “I do, and I should probably respond soon, don’t you think?”

Hailey waves her hands in a flustered ‘go ahead’ gesture as she ducks her head. You give her one last glance, before angling your phone away and opening the message. 

First you see the photo, an image of Wanda’s fingers splayed out on her desk, contrasting beautifully against the dark wood, her veiny hands catching your attention. You feel yourself flush, nervous butterflies erupting as you glaze at the long fingers and delicate gold rings adorning them. Then, your eyes flit down to the attached message, 

‘Mommy’s fingers miss your pussy, darling. Don’t be a brat.’

You suck in a deep breath, your heart thudding as Hailey looks over at you, craning her neck to try and see your phone. Shooting her a glare, you jolt when another text pings through.

‘If you want to be a good girl, then you can come to my office and suck my fingers. Is she more important than I am?’

You feel lightheaded, and any thoughts of going over procedure with the nosy brunette next to you vanish. You mutter some excuse about how Wanda needed you in her office, and to not wait up for you. Hailey says something, but you wave her off, already packing your bag and walking towards the large doors that lead into Wanda’s office. 

Cursing your girlfriend out in your head, you can’t help the way your thoughts keep returning to that picture of her fingers. You should have known she’d use that against you, and you regretted ever sending her that drunk text. The one where you confessed your obsession with her hands, calling them ‘perfect to suck on’ and telling her you ‘wished she would wrap them around your throat like a necklace’.

Pushing open the heavy door, you make your way inside the dimly lit office. For some odd reason, Wanda didn’t like to use the overhead light, claiming it wasn’t good for her eyes or complexion. You personally didn’t care, as you thought your girlfriend looked good in any lighting. The room smells like vanilla, and the air around you tightens when you finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend. 

The look on Wanda’s face can only be described as stony. You can tell that she’s upset, only seconds away from unleashing her frustrations upon you, and you waste no time. Setting your bag down near the door and closing it, you quickly walk towards your girlfriend as she slowly moves her chair away from her desk, gesturing for you to sit in her lap. 

You start speaking, your words rapid as you attempt an explanation. “I’m sorry Wanda, I couldn’t get away any sooner. Hailey…” You see a flash of anger in those cold green eyes, and resolve to never mention the girl’s name again. “Um, she was really insistent on going over procedures, and…”

The rambling explanation you’re fumbling through is interrupted by Wanda, her voice holding a dark edge to it as she asks you, “What did you just call me?”

“I’m sorry, mommy.” 

A satisfied look makes its way onto your girlfriend’s face, and you sit on her lap hesitantly. In this position, your face is just inches away from hers, and you can’t help the way your eyes flit down to her lips. 

“Tell me, baby,” Wanda begins, a dangerous look in her eyes as she slowly rolls her chair back towards her desk, trapping you between her and the dark wood. “Does she want what’s mine?”

You bite your lip, knowing that your answer could potentially get Hailey fired. Then, you remember how rude she was and the way her eyes wandered where they shouldn’t have, and the words came rushing out. 

“I mean, yeah. She kept looking down my shirt, and I kept having to tug my skirt down cause her eyes were constantly on my thighs.” The words are quiet, and you watch Wanda carefully for a reaction. Her eyes glint coldly, one of her hands wrapping around your throat as the other digs into your waist. 

“Did she touch you?” 

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you, her sharp words sending a flash of heat through your body. Your clit throbs, and you rush to respond. “No mommy, only you’re allowed to touch me.”

Wanda hums, a small smile appearing on those beautiful lips for a moment. “Good girl.”

“She, um.” You hesitate, Wanda’s hand squeezing your throat tightly at your continued silence. “She also called me a personality hire.”

Green eyes darken, and you know that Hailey will not show up to work the next morning. Or ever again. You try to calm your girlfriend, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks as she looks over your shoulder towards her door, her eyes blazing as different images of Hailey’s wandering eyes worm their way into her possessive brain. 

A whimper sounds out, ringing around the otherwise quiet room as the pressure against your neck becomes too much to handle. Wanda relaxes her grip, pulling her hand away as she leans in. Her lips attach themselves to your throat, her teeth sharp as she sucks dark bruises into your sensitive skin. 

Your moans flow freely, your hands sliding into Wanda’s hair and massaging her scalp as she marks you. When you attempt to roll your hips, needing some friction against your aching core, you find that your waist is thoroughly pinned between Wanda’s body and the desk. 

Long fingers find your lips, and you close your eyes as you wrap your lips around the very thing that you’d been fantasizing about. She presses the digits against your tongue, sliding them in and out of your mouth as you gag slightly, your tongue swirling around them. 

“Are you needy, baby?” Wanda asks after a few minutes, her voice raspy as she finally pulls back from your neck. She can sense your hips attempting to move, and raises an eyebrow at you as you fight to speak around her fingers. After a few moments, she smirks at your pleading look and pulls her fingers out, wiping them on the front of your shirt. 

“Yes, mommy.” You’re breathless, your muscles straining as you fight to keep still against her. 

Wanda smiles wider, rolling back her chair as she nods at you. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Get yourself off on mommy’s thigh.”

You hesitate, wondering if this was a trick. The hand at your waist pushes, and at the feeling of your soaked pussy sliding against her leg, you start moving. Your breaths are shaky, your hands trembling in her hair as you move your hips quickly. 

It doesn’t take long until you’re a moaning mess, your forehead resting on her shoulder as you grind your core against her thigh. You can barely think straight, all your thoughts locked on your impending orgasm as you mindlessly move your hips faster. You feel Wanda’s hand tangle with your hair, and she wrenches your head back. 

Green eyes watch your lips part, a strangled gasp leaving you at the abrupt action. Your hips are still moving, your hands limp around her shoulders as you chase your high. Wanda smiles at the sight of your glossy eyes, soft moans falling from your lips as your wetness spreads on the silky fabric of her pants. 

“Having fun darling?” Wanda’s voice is teasing and you whine. Her tone hardens, her hand squeezing painfully in your hair as she reminds you, “Remember to ask permission to come.”

You know it's a trap, you couldn’t say why, but you knew she wouldn’t give in that easily. Not after you’d ignored her for so long, your attention not solely focused on her. She hated it when someone else caught your attention, and you loved her possessive nature, no matter how much the punishments hurt.

“I want… please, mommy.” You can’t even get out a full sentence, your words broken up by breathy moans. It makes Wanda throb, and she forces your jaw up from where your head had been drooping, wanting those glossy eyes focused on her.

“Touch me,” You begged, your thumb rubbing circles against the back of her neck. “Please touch me mommy, I can’t come without your help.”

This time, it's Wanda who lets out a moan. The sound is low, resonating in her chest as she brings a hand to your pussy. At the first touch of your glistening folds, she’s hooked. She never has been able to resist you, not when you're dripping around her fingers and staring at her with adorably blown pupils. 

“Don’t worry, darling.” Wanda murmurs, letting your head fall against her forehead as she enters you with two fingers, burying them knuckle deep as you whine. “Mommy’s brainless little slut can come however much she wants.”

The words shoot straight to your core, and you know your orgasm is mere seconds away. You frantically press your lips to Wanda’s, sucking and biting as she slips her tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. You attempt to convey your desperation to her, and you think she understands when she nudges your clit with her thumb. 

A few more purposeful touches, and you’re falling apart in her lap. Wanda breaks the kiss, your lips unresponsive as you gasp against her cheek. You shudder, your walls clamping down around her fingers as she continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Her fingers curl, and you sense a second orgasm approach while you’re still trembling from the aftershocks of the first one. 

“Wait, mommy. It’s too much, please.” You’re whimpers go unheard, Wanda’s fingers still fucking you deeply as her lips return to your neck. You feel her teeth scrape your collarbone, and another orgasm rips through you when she bites down. 

Your body aches, the sensations overwhelming you in seconds. You’re highly aware of Wanda’s teeth sinking into your collarbone, her lips sucking harshly as you writhe against her. You can feel your juices leaking around her fingers, the once pleasurable heat in your core now agonizingly painful as she slows her thrusts. 

“Mommy…” Your voice is just above a whisper, your breaths shaky as you try and form more words. 

Wanda slips her fingers from you, bringing them up to your parted lips and forcing them into the wet heat of your mouth. She strokes your hair with her other hand, bringing you down as she murmurs, “I know baby, Mommy’s got you.”

Sucking softly, you smile around her fingers dazedly, your eyes slightly unfocused as they bore into Wanda’s. She smiles back, pressing her lips to your forehead, and leaving soft kisses over your damp cheeks as you giggle. 

“Good girl, I’m so proud of you sweetheart. Since you were so good for me, would you like to feel mommy’s strap when we get home?” You nod quickly, your mouth still occupied with her fingers, sucking off your arousal as she watches with darkened eyes. 

Wanda opens her mouth to continue, when a sharp knock on her door stops her. You’re much too hazy to care, all your attention focused solely on your girlfriend. She pulls her fingers from you, kissing you quickly before calling out for the person to enter. 

You jolt, remembering the compromising position you’re in, but strong hands hold your hips still as a warning look appears in Wanda’s eyes. You stare back with wide eyes, and Wanda swivels her chair until she can see the very same employee you’d been complaining about walk in. 

Hailey looks up from the papers in her hand, her eyes widening comically at the sight in front of her. Wanda watches her eyes take in the dark hickeys covering your neck and collarbone, your smudged lipstick and messy hair, before she stammers slightly as she attempts to speak. 

Nothing comes out, her words a strained sort of whimper as her eyes bounce back and forth between Wanda’s satisfied and smug expression, and your submissive, relaxed pose. You look down, an embarrassed flush creeping up the back of your neck as Wanda’s hand rubs soothing circles against your thigh. 

“I’ve heard some interesting things about you.” Wanda says, her words drawn out as she regards the shocked employee standing in her doorway. Hailey’s eyes widen even more than they already are, and she opens and closes her mouth as she tries to find an explanation. 

Wanda tilts her head, and the color drains from Hailey’s face. You shiver, having been on the receiving end of that look before, and you can’t help but pity the poor girl trembling in your girlfriend's doorway. 

“I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson today,” Wanda begins, her voice low as she grabs your jaw, tilting your head up so Hailey can see the full extent of your hickeys. “That you shouldn’t lust over something that isn’t yours.”

Hailey nods her head so quickly that it looks seconds away from falling off. Wanda waves her hand impatiently, a silent order for the girl to get out of her office. She takes a final look at you as she turns to leave, her eyes apologetic and wide as she grips the papers tightly in her fist, the edges wrinkling under her fingers. 

“By the way,” Wanda begins, stopping Hailey in her tracks. “You’re fired.”

You barely hear the door close, your eyes wide as you turn towards your girlfriend. You can’t help the small smile that appears on your face, your pussy clenching around nothing at the power she’d just shown. 

It’s almost as if Wanda has a sixth sense for you, her senses attuned to your body as if you shared a soul. She drops her eyes to your thighs, smirking as you gently grind down against the dark fabric of her pant leg. A single finger places itself under your chin, and you let your head raise as her green eyes bore into your own.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you plenty of orgasms once we get home.”

You can’t fucking wait.

Part Two: The Ultimate Weakness

[softlymaximoff]

AGH YAY would you mind maybe doing a ceo!Wanda x brunette kids teacher reader?

Totally not manifesting a gorgeous intimidating ceo to pick me up in her fancy car after school every day

Mommy’s had a busy day at the office, can she pick up her sweet teacher girlfriend after school? She’s got a few new things to teach you

Tags: @wandasaura @aggieslittlebunny @wandasdove @gemxolio @blue-willow-tree @moonlightbvcky @wandaslamb @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @huggingkoalas

[alotofpockets]

Possibilities | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After crushing on your boss for years, she asks you out to dinner. What will happen when she doesn't show? [Full request] Warnings: slight angst, sickness/cold

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1.6K

Wanda Maximoff had started a fashion company at a young age, she grew the company up from the ground to the fashion empire that it is today. You had started working for the company as an intern when it was just a start-up, but you were able to grow with the company and with promotion after promotion you were now the head of the marketing department. 

Throughout the many changes in your function you had gotten closer to the CEO herself, Wanda Maximoff. You had weekly meetings with her and the rest of the department heads as well as one on one meetings to discuss the marketing strategy for new arrivals and such. 

Wanda was a beautiful woman, you were very aware of that. In your intern year you started to develop a crush on her, though she then was so far away. However, now you are in her office multiple times a week. The closeness of the interactions you had with her always affected you, there hadn't been one time this past week that you hadn't left her office with flushed cheeks. Wanda was a subtle flirter, it seemed to come very easy to her. You had however convinced yourself that she acted this way with all her employees.

Another day of torturing yourself was ahead as you had multiple meetings with Wanda today. Your day started off with a department heads meeting, you were fine there, she refrained from flirty comments there. Wanda was wearing a gray suit with a black blouse underneath, the suit hugged her figure perfectly. You tried everything in your power not to check her out, but failed nonetheless. You hadn't heard Wanda call out to you until your neighbor nudged you. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about the project and I guess I got a bit lost in the opportunities." You lie, hiding it from your coworkers. Not your boss though, Wanda noticed the slight flush on your cheeks and smirked to herself. She continued the meeting and decided to let you off the hook, or so you thought. Not even half an hour after the meeting was done, Wanda messaged you to meet her in her office. 

You honestly thought that you were in trouble for crossing a line, but when you walked into Wanda’s office, and saw that she followed your movements with a teasing smile, you felt more at ease. Wanda was sitting behind her desk, it was cluttered with different fabrics, sketchbooks and notes. While she was the head of the company she enjoyed being involved in all of the company’s projects and departments, she was truly in love with every part of the industry. 

“So, y/n, care to explain what really happened at the meeting?” There was no threat behind her words, if you had to name the tone it would be playful. You decided there was no point in lying again and decided to just go with it. “It is an amazing suit, Wanda.” Upon seeing her smile at your reaction, you decide to continue. “You look great in the suit, it fits you well. Respectfully.” Wanda is clearly enjoying the fact that you’re growing more comfortable in the situation. “Well, thank you, darling.” The nickname makes your heart rate accelerate. 

“That’s all, y/n, thank you.” Wanda let’s you know. You wish you would have more time alone with her, but you thanked her and walked to the door. The moment your hand touched the handle Wanda stopped you. “Actually, one more thing.” She waits for you to turn around before she continues. “Do you have plans tonight?” You shake your head in response. “Then can you meet me at The Plaza for dinner at 6pm?” Your first thought was about getting to spend one on one time with Wanda, but your second thought told you that it was probably a work related dinner. “Yes, that sounds good. Did you want me to bring anything from a certain project?” The teasing smile makes its way back onto her face. “The project is getting to know you better over dinner.” You’re shocked at her response, she wanted to go out to dinner with you, with the sole purpose of getting to know you, this was huge. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll see you tonight.” You say before quickly exiting her office. You make your way right to the restroom and see how flushed your cheeks were. 

You arrive at the restaurant a little early, but the waiter leads you to the table that Wanda reserved. After half an hour Wanda still hasn’t joined you, so you decide to send her a text. You know that she was a busy woman, maybe she got stuck at work. 

Y/n: Hi Wanda, I got our reserved table. I’ll see you in a bit. 

The waiter comes by to ask if you want anything to drink before the rest of the party gets there, you thank him but decline. You start watching the people around you to distract yourself. Another thirty minutes pass and there is still no sign of Wanda, not even a response to your message. 

Y/n: Just checking in to see if everything is okay.

Again no response from Wanda. Maybe you had gotten your hopes up for tonight. Another half hour later and the waiter joins you again. “I’m so sorry, but if we’re not serving you, I am going to have to ask you to leave.” You apologize to him and gather your things. Outside you send Wanda another text.

Y/n: Our reservation got canceled.

You decide to wait outside for a little longer, still holding out hope that Wanda would join you. She still hadn’t even read your first message. You decide to give up on waiting and head home as soon as you feel it starting to rain. Before you know it, it starts pouring. You really regretted walking to the restaurant now.

Once you made it to your house, you were completely soaked. Before you get changed you check your phone, since you felt it buzz on the way there. It’s a message from Wanda.

Wanda: I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it tonight. I needed to discuss something with Vision.

You roll your eyes. Vision was the head of design and always openly discussed his crush on Wanda. You were annoyed but of course she would pick him over you. 

Y/n: It’s fine.

You send her a quick message before turning your phone off, you were done with the whole situation. You change into some sweats and make a quick meal. The rain had done you no good, you were cold and sneezing already. You decided to call it an early night, hoping to sleep it off. However, when you woke up it only seemed to be worse. You knew you had the responsibility to call in sick but you couldn’t for the life of you know remember where you left your phone and you felt too weak to get out of bed. 

Meanwhile at the office Wanda welcomed one of the company's bigger clients to the meeting room. “Take a seat.” Wanda motions over. “My assistant will get you some beverages and if you’ll excuse me for one moment, I will be right back.” This was a very important client and you were supposed to join her for the meeting, since you were one of the only people within the company that could handle the clients behavior. She went over to the marketing department to get you, since you weren’t at the meeting yet. When she can’t find you at your desk she asks one of your team members. “Sorry, I haven’t seen y/n today. Is there anything I can help you with?” Wanda shakes her head and walks back to the meeting room and starts the meeting by herself. The client was trouble like always, she tried her best to accommodate him, but he seemed to only listen to your ideas. “Have y/n send me a proposal, and then we’ll talk business.” The client said before leaving.

Wanda was so furious that she drove straight to your house after the meeting. She knocked on your door until you opened. The door opened and she stepped in right away, seeing red with anger she didn’t even notice your fragile state. “What is your problem? Why aren’t you at work? We had a very important meeting and I expect you to show up, or at the very least let me know that you will not be attending.” While Wanda takes a deep breath, she finally lets her eyes land on you. The anger she felt immediately disappeared when she saw how pale and weak you looked, while having a blanket wrapped around you. 

“Oh, y/n, I’m so sorry.” She puts an arm around you and leads you to the couch. You let yourself fall into Wanda’s warm body. “What happened, darling?” She asks while rubbing her hands over your back, trying to help you warm up. “I had to walk back in the pouring rain last night.” You answer in a raspy voice. “That’s on me, I should’ve texted you earlier, I am very sorry. Vision made inappropriate comments towards someone on the team and I had to get HR involved, it was a whole mess. That’s no excuse, of course, I just wanted to let you know what happened.” Wanda hadn’t picked him over you. “If you don’t totally hate me, I would love to reschedule our date once you’re better.” You nod. “I would like that.” Wanda gives your hand a squeeze. “Okay good. Now, please let me take care of you.” 

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[aves-ery]

CEO or Mob boss Wanda and stripper R👀 maybe she's just getting some visit to a certain club and she only have her for R but R is kind avoiding her. R is kind of snappy and feisty for Wanda but Wanda loved her more. One night she saw R entertaining other guests so she brought the whole club and kicked everyone out so she could have R all for herself.

Idk maybe you'd like to consider, btw you works are great and wonderful and so are you! Thanks!!!

one, thank you! two, this is ctually so bad bc I'm tired and for some reason forgot how to write good smut? but heres just wanda crazy for you.

pairing; CEO!wanda x stripper!reader

warnings; smut 18+ ONLY, infatuated wanda, praise!!, strap-on, fingering

if anyone saw wanda at a strip club, it'd be a field day for press. but quite honestly, she didnt care when she laid her eyes on you. she saw the flashes of the cameras when she walked in, but when she saw you in that lingerie, she didn't care what the articles were gonna read the next day.

wanda sat snug in a booth, watching you from afar. her silk button up was unbuttoned down to her upper stomach, her boobs only covered by her tight fitting sports-bra.

"i want that one," she pointed you out to all of her boss friends, a beer bottle still in hand. you were all over someone else, a lap dance she presumed.

one of the guys whistled you over, waving a "come here" motion. wanda knew it wasnt the way to get your attention, but you followed through, stalking over to them. you smiled, waving.

"hey gentlemen," you said seductively, plopping your pretty ass onto Tony's lap. wanda rolled her eyes.

"actually, as pretty as you are baby, this one wanted ya," tony pointed to wanda, and wanda waved her fingers.

"you just caught my eye, pretty," she said. you recognized the CEO immediately. you had to fight an eyeroll because no way in hell you were letting some snob like wanda touch you. you turned to the gruffy man whose lap you are on.

"i came over to see you," you avoided. the men around the table laughed, making fun of wanda. wanda just told them to all "shut the fuck up."

she tried to get your attention all night, buying you drinks, complimenting you, trying to just make you say hi. all she'd get in response is an eye roll and a "leave me alone."

"yo, get away from the girl she told you to stop," a bouncer said, pushing wanda away from you.

"look man, im not trying to cause a problem. she's just a pretty lady," wanda laughed, trying to use her charm to make him let her through.

"sorry, the girls not comfortable with you," the bouncer said again. wanda groaned, pulling out her wallet.

"c'mon ill even pay to just talk to her, man," wanda pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, and you rolled your eyes at the interaction. "i wont touch her, fucking promise. just wanna get to know the gal," wanda pleaded.

the bouncer looked at you, pointing at the money. wanda was at least holding 500 dollars in her hand currently. it was a silent agreement, and wanda was allowed into the private room

she handed a bill to the bouncer, then a few to you, before sitting in one of the booths. "you're a feisty one," she joked. you rolled your eyes.

"you can't buy me," she snapped. wanda nodded.

"im not trying to, babe. you're just... very intriguing," wanda said.

-

you had complained all of the next week, even after you didnt see wanda. you just didnt want her around, and didn't want her paying her way to you.

wanda found that out quickly, but she couldn't help it. you deserved to be worshiped with everything she could buy.

she sent you flowers, chocolates, everything to work. she didn't even know what days you worked, and she still sent them. Every time, you snacked on the chocolate and left the flowers in the trash. you didn't complain about that though. if she was going to spend money on you, she was going to laugh about it.

wanda came again two weeks later. she smiled and waved at you, but you continued flirting with a client. your hands on the man more than usual, making sure to get a rise out of her. you avoided her, but from close by. she'd call you over, and you'd give a lap dance to a guy near her.

wanda was fucking tired of it. that week, she bought the whole strip club. when you found out, you quit.

"no." wanda said.

"what?! you're fucking crazy. you're stalking me!" you screamed. wanda raised her eyebrows, standing up

"im not stalking you!" she screamed back at you

you laughed, "right. you're just fucking craz-" wanda kissed you. hard. you pushed her away, looking at her like she was actually insane, because she was, and then you kissed her back harder.

wanda grabbed your hips, picking you up and setting you on her desk. "you were just too pretty to leave alone. I'd buy the whole earth to be with you," she told you.

you thought she was joking, but she really wasn't. wanda was infatuated with you. when you looked her in the eyes, you could tell. you kissed her hard, allowing the woman you barely knew to have all of you.

"you're so pretty," wanda said, removing your sweater and kissing your breasts. you blushed, nodding.

"thank you," you whispered, moaning softly.

"you'll never have to work again, okay? and I'll win you over, i promise. I'll take you out on dates, I'll buy you dinner," wanda got on her knees sliding your shorts down, looking at you in the eyes. "I'll do anything, for you."

you blushed again, nodding, "win me over," you moaned. wanda nodded, sliding your panties over and taking you in.

"such a good girl," she praised, licking you fully. you shook softly, tangling your hands into wanda's hair. her lips found your clit, sucking softly.

you let out another breathy moan, and another as two digits pushed into you. your hand flew everything off the desk, and you lied back. wanda could deal with it later, you decided.

she was quick to make you cum, cleaning your thighs and kissing them both. she got rid of her pants, revealing a large red strap on. you looked at wanda with shaky arms and legs, smiling at her.

she didn't bother to take her button up off, only her pants and boxers, before shuffling towards you. "can i make you mine?" wanda asked, kissing your palms. you smiled up at her.

"yes," you said again, kissing her deeply. wanda smiled, lining her strap up with your cunt, before softly making her way into you.

the strap was the biggest you've taken, so you were grateful for wanda's soft nature. she looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort. when she didn't find any, she started to go faster.

your hands found her back, gripping her shoulders and scratching down her back, "faster, wanda," you pleaded.

wanda nodded quickly, making sure to pick up the pace, "anything for you, doll," wanda kissed her thumb. she grabbed your boobs, kissing them both before kissing your lips. "you're so pretty like this," wanda said, kissing you again.

"thank you," you moaned. wanda's hand found your clit, rubbing softly until you came around her strap.

when you finished, she pulled out and washed you up with a washcloth. she then put you back into your shorts, and then her own hoodie.

"gonna get you back home and run you a bath, kay? dont gotta worry about anything ever again. I'll take care of you."

[the-doomed-witch]

one reason why i love ceo!female character tropes is that you never get to see women on such powerful positions in the real world and when you do they’re mostly not very good representatives of general female population so when i see one of thise ceo fics i get really happy that we as fanfic writers & readers kind of enjoy seeing an ethical, powerful and authoritative woman who is often openly queer and also doesn’t get overthrown by men all the time for being so dynamic

i just love to witness it <3

[maxislvt]

https://www.tumblr.com/maxislvt/719403632343351296/ceowanda-that-loves-taming-brats-and-reader-being

MORE PLEASE

I see her as wanting to be a gentle dom at first. When your parents force you to spend your summer break with her as "mini CEO" she tries to make it easy for you, but you're so snarky and bitter that she has to be a bit mean. Wanda ends up being just as bitchy and mean as you are. I think you'd make the mistake of having sex with her really early into the relationship and you never recover after that 🥰

i don't wanna spoil too much bc I'm actually writing this rn but I'll ramble on your DMS if you want 🫣

[mmywanda]

Forbidden Pleasure — W.M

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Paring: CEO!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: When you decided to join your family’s business, you had no idea the ceo of the rival company would be so.. alluring.

Warnings: Forbidden romance, seduction, corruption, age gap, future d/s dynamics, a lot of sexual tension, smut, Wanda in a suit needs its own warning, and more to be added in each chapter. men & minors dni.

Inspired by the brilliant song ‘Dandelion’ by Jesse Jo Stark. I highly recommend listening to it as the chapter names will be from the lyrics.

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Chapter One: Dandelion (coming soon)

Chapter Two: ….

Chapter Three: ….

[scarletsverse]

the universe fucking hates me, but i love it otherwise! 🤗

this chapter is so good that i can't even finish half the series on my notes app that i HAVE NOTTTT finished yet. this is really giving the devil wears prada, except it is not fashion, and miranda and andy are younger. 🥹

The Proposal - Part 1

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Wanda Maximoff is the book editor of a North American multinational corporation. You, as her assistant, are obliged to do all her bidding. And that includes marrying her when the redhead is in danger of being deported back to Sokovia. But it's all good. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.657 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: fake dating, blackmail, nudity (no smut), swearing

And here's the first part of this series!! I'm so excited for this, you guys have no idea! I love this movie and I can't wait to recreate it with Wanda! Hope you guys like what I do with this!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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The universe fucking hates you.

Last night you went to bed way past an appropriate time, reading book manuscripts, looking for one that might deserve a chance to be published.

To your surprise, you managed to find one that night, and you went to bed feeling satisfied with the day's work. And you had a good night's sleep. Actually, a very good night's sleep.

But as said, the universe fucking hates you, so of course there would be a power surge in the dilapidated building you live in that would burn out your charger. Of course your cell phone would start up completely dead, and your alarm clock wouldn't go off, and you wouldn't wake up on time.

Of course.

Mumbling every swear word you can think of, you get ready for another day of work, trying to fix your tie while you wait impatiently for the elevator to arrive on the first floor.

Knowing the New York traffic all too well, you don't risk taking a cab, and take off running towards your destination. It would take at least twenty minutes, but you would do everything to get to Lee Books before the evil woman who happens to be your boss.

On your way, you stop at the usual coffee shop, and feel all hope leaving your body at once as you see the gigantic line to take your order. Yeah, you wouldn't make it in time.

But then, like an angel sent from heaven, you see the attendant calling your name, smiling as she holds up two cups. You smile in appreciation as you walk up to her, and the girl smiles as she hands you the drinks.

After that, you start running again and stop only when you reach the Lee Books building, to get into the elevator that was about to close. Inside, you exchange awkward greetings with the employees around you, and tap your foot anxiously as you wait for the display to show your floor.

Once you get there, you allow yourself to let out a sigh of relief; your coworkers chatting away casually could only indicate that the demon hadn't arrived yet.

Not wanting to indulge yourself, however, you pick up the pace. But in the midst of your haste, you fail to see the errand guy passing in your path, and, proving once again that the universe hates you, you bump into him, squeezing the cups between the two of you.

"Jesus!" You yell in anger, but it's not really the guy's fault, so you just keep walking. You check the cups in your hand, and feel a wave of relief at seeing that at least one of them is intact.

The feeling is short-lived, however, as you soon notice the giant stain on the front of your white shirt. Trying to contain your frustration with deep breaths so as not to have a mental breakdown right there, you go in search of help.

"I need the shirt off your back. Literally." You say as you approach the desk of Anna Marie, one of your closest co-workers. The brunette examines the stain on your shirt for a brief second before raising her disgusted eyes back to yours.

"You're kidding, right?" she asks in disbelief, and you sigh wearily, already sick of that day and it had barely begun. "Two tickets to The Cure's concert on Saturday night for your shirt. You have five seconds to decide."

It takes Anna a little over five seconds to accept your offer, but you weren't really counting. After you leave the bathroom, your shirts changed, you thank her for her help, but she just says she'll be waiting for the tickets on her desk before her shift ends.

You can only relax again when you are standing in your boss's office, her coffee in your hands and your clothes once again presentable on your body. Now all you have to do is wait for her to arrive and endure another tiring day at work like all the others.

It doesn't take long before you begin to hear the clicks of her heels approaching, and you straighten your posture, distractedly smoothing your tie in front of your body.

"Morning, boss. You have a conference call in 30 minutes." You say as you hold out the coffee cup to her, and she barely looks at you as she takes it. "Yes. About the marketing of the spring books. I know."

Wanda Maximoff is a... difficult woman. Even after three years of working for her, the redhead always found a way to make you feel small, stepping on eggshells whenever she was around.

She was extremely demanding, brutally honest, and robotically insensitive. In all the years you worked with her, you never saw Wanda show a single emotion, even if she made her employees cry with an alarming frequency.

But she was one of the best at her job, if not the best. And if putting up with her in all her arrogance and cruelty is what it takes to become a book editor one day, that's what you would do.

The two of you then begin to discuss the pertinent issues of that morning, from meetings and appointments for the day to whether or not you had done the things she had told you to do.

You also let her know that her immigration lawyer called, demanding urgency, but she just interrupts you, telling you to cancel the call before giving you another set of tasks.

"Oh, and get a hold of PR and have them start drafting a press release. Rogers is doing Jimmy Fallon." She finishes the commands without even looking at you and you widen your eyes in surprise. "Wow. Nicely done."

"If I want your praise, I will ask for it." She replies snidely, turning to fiddle with her computer, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you walk toward the office door.

"Um... Who is, uh, who is Jillian?" Wanda asks next, making you stop in your tracks. "And why does she want me to call her?" She adds, showing the message on the cup to you and you clench your jaw.

"Well, that was originally my cup." You answer slowly, trying to hide your embarrassment. "And I'm drinking your coffee why?" she then asks, in a tone like someone talking to a stupid child.

"Because your coffee spilled." You reply, fearing for your life as the redhead looks at you with judgmental eyes. She nods briefly then, bringing the cup to her lips, and you remain frozen in place, wondering if you should continue walking away or wait.

"So, you drink unsweetened cinnamon light soy lattes?" Wanda asks after taking a sip, raising her eyebrows defiantly in your direction. You have only a second to decide whether to speak the truth or not, and you obviously make the worst choice.

"I do. It's like Christmas in a cup." You reply wryly, but the redhead doesn't flinch. Instead, she settles back in her chair, her debauched posture never leaving her. "Umm. Is that a coincidence?"

"Incredibly, it is. I mean I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled. That would be, uh, pathetic." You reply, laughing nervously, and look away the next moment to answer your phone, missing the way she looks at you disdainfully before turning to her computer again.

"Morning. Miss Waximoff's office. Hey, Tony." You greet the man on the other end of the line, but barely pay attention to what he says next, as Wanda makes a sign with her hand, signaling that you're going there at that moment.

"Actually, we're headed to your office right now. Yeah." You let Stark know and then hang up the phone, looking at Wanda with confused eyes, even though her back is turned to you. "Why are we headed to Tony's office?"

The only answer you get is a click of the redhead's tongue in a fake smile, and you repeat the action annoyedly. Trying to control your nerves, you quickly fish out your cell phone, typing into your co-workers' chat group a "the witch is on her broom!" before escorting her out.

"Have you finished the manuscript I gave you?" you venture to ask, not daring to look at her as you do so. "Uh, I read a few pages. I wasn't that impressed." She says and you resist the urge to scoff. "Can I say something?"

"No." She replies snidely, but you ignore her. "I've read thousands of manuscripts, and this is the only one I've given you. There's an incredible novel in there. The kind of novel you used to publish-"

"Uh, wrong." She interrupts you rudely, looking at Anna's blouse as you walk past her. "And I do think you order the same coffee as I do just in case you spill, which is, in fact, pathetic."

"Or impressive." You argue, trying not to be shaken by her harsh words, but Wanda doesn't budge at any point. "I'd be impressed if you didn't spill in the first place.

"Now remember, you're just a prop in here." She adds meanly as you're about to enter Stark's office. "Won't say a word." You say with a sigh, keeping your emotions to yourself.

"Ah! Our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in." The man with the goatee greets, and you force a smile at the unfunny joke. But preferring not to comment, you just watch the completely uninteresting interaction of the two on some old piece of furniture.

"Tony, I'm letting you go." Wanda says suddenly, taking both you and Stark by surprise. The man looks at you, as if in search of some explanation, but you just look away. "Pardon?"

"I asked you over a dozen times to get Rogers to do Jimmy Fallon, and you didn't do it. You're fired." She replies casually, like someone talking about the weather, and you decide it might be better to close the door.

"I have told you that is impossible. Steve hasn't done an interview in twenty years." Tony retorts with annoyed humor. Wanda remains with her usual serious expression and you remain still, afraid to move and attract attention to you somehow.

"Well, that is interesting, because I just got off the phone with him, and he is in." She tells you, and you contain a smile at the almost shocked expression the man with the goatee makes, "Excuse me?"

"You didn't even call him, did you?" Wanda retorts, starting to sound annoyed, and you swallow dryly, your eyes running from Stark to your boss as they talk. "But-"

"I know, I know. Steve can be a little scary to deal with. For you." The redhead accuses and as Stark assumes an offensive posture, you bite your lip to hold back a smile, remembering the rumors that swirled about the two of them a few years ago.

"Now, I will give you two months to find another job and then you can tell everyone you resigned, okay?" Wanda suggests calmly and doesn't wait for an answer before leaving the room. Stark is static, and you prefer not to say anything else before following the redhead out.

"What's his twenty?" she asks when you're already in the common area of the floor, and you look back discreetly, peeking out the window of Tony's living room. "He's moving. He has crazy eyes."

"Don't do it, Tony, don't do it." Wanda mutters to herself, but it's in vain, because less than a second later Stark is behind you, staring at the redhead with eyes wide with anger.

"You poisonous bitch!" he shouts in the middle of the office, making all the employees go absolutely silent to try to understand what's going on.

"You can't fire me! You don't think I see what you're doing here? Sandbagging me on this Jimmy Fallon thing just so that you can look good to the board?" Tony angrily accuses, and you sit down in one of the free chairs, already feeling a migraine starting before that crazy day.

"Because you are threatened by me! And you are a monster." The man with the goatee finishes proudly, but Wanda is unfazed. In fact, she watches the scene with an impassive expression, a small smile on her lips, and you wonder once again since you started working for her if she's some kind of psychopath.

"Tony, stop." Wanda asks, a slight tone of humor in her voice as she leans on one of the office's half walls, but Stark isn't intending to listen to her. "Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of this office, you think that you can treat all of us like your own personal slaves."

That was a low blow, and from Tony's victorious expression you think he knows that too. But you don't really care, because deep down you also think the same way.

"You know what, I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one." Stark continues the nasty speech, but at that point you just want him to shut up so you can continue working in peace.

"Listen carefully, Tony," Wanda begins, walking dangerously slowly to a stop face to face with the man, "I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No. I fired you because you're lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office."

You widen your eyes at her speech, watching the scene as if you were watching the most interesting movie in the world. Obviously, you don't dare utter a single sound, and the redhead continues talking.

"And if you say another word, Y/n here is gonna have you thrown out on your ass, okay?" She says and you immediately make a shocked expression. But then she's looking at you for confirmation and you nod briefly.

"Another word," Wanda continues when Stark threatens to interrupt her, "and you're going out of here with an armed escort. Y/n will film it and put it on that social media app. What's that?"

"Instagram?" You respond weakly, completely embarrassed by the situation your boss is putting you in right now, but the redhead doesn't care one bit, turning her attention back to Tony. "Exactly. Is that what you want?"

The question goes unanswered as Stark just stares at her in silence and Wanda lets out a brief victorious smile. "Didn't think so, I have work to do." She ends the conversation, giving no opportunity for a retort as she turns and walks back to her office.

The next moment all the employees around you are back to work, sounds of keyboards and papers being flipped echoing through the room as you go back to following Wanda around.

"I need you around this weekend to help review his files and his manuscript." She announces as the two of you are walking, as if the moment of a second ago never happened, and you look at her with apprehension. "This weekend?"

"You have a problem with that?" she asks, not really sounding concerned, in fact, directing her eyes to yours as if daring you to contradict her.

"No. I... Just my dad's 60th birthday, so I was gonna go home and-" you try to explain, but the next moment the redhead is walking away, leaving you talking to yourself, "it's fine. I'll cancel it. You're actually saving me from a weekend of misery anyway so it's... good talk, yeah."

You finally give up standing there talking to yourself like an idiot and, with a mixed sigh of exhaustion and irritation, you go to your desk.

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After the scandalous events of your morning, you try to get some work done, answering emails and calls, as well as reading manuscripts of books that are intended to be published.

However, less than an hour later, you receive a call on your cell phone, and you smile as you see your sister's name on the screen, the photo you two took years ago glowing on the device's screen.

"Good morning, Officer." You joke as you answer, and hear a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. "Good morning, boring office worker." Natasha replies in the same tone, making you smile.

"What time will you be home? Dad wants to pick you up at the airport." The redhead announces the last part in an amused tone, and you laugh softly, leaning back against your office chair. "That's nice, but you really don't have to do that.

"Then you tell him that and break his heart." She promptly hits back, and it's as if you can see her rolling her eyes amused, and you smile to yourself, missing your sister. Then the silence drags on, and you finally remember that she is waiting for an answer. "Yeah... I won't be able to make it."

"Come on, Y/n!" Natasha complains at the same instant, showering you with comments about how you haven't been home in three years, about how important family is, or about how your job in New York isn't worth what you have to face.

"I know, I know! Please tell dad I'm sorry... Nat, come on, what do you want me to tell you? She's making me work the weekend." You interrupt, but Natasha just stays silent and you are not surprised by the words that follow the pause. "You should resign, you know?"

"Of course not, Nat. I've worked too hard for this promotion to throw it all away, okay?" you say and hear your sister start to retort. But then you see Wanda approaching your desk out of the corner of your eye and mutter a quick goodbye to her, saying you would call her later.

"Was that your family?" The redhead asks as she stops beside your desk. "Yes." You answer simply, not looking at her as you do so. "They tell you to quit?" she asks and you laugh softly, completely humorless. "Every single day."

Wanda just nods at your snide comment, but before she can think to reply, the phone on your desk rings, and you answer it at the same instant. The redhead stands there, waiting for the message, and less than a minute later, you are hanging up the phone.

"Xavier and Lehnsherr want to see you upstairs immediately." You let her know and Wanda closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to relieve the stress. "Okay. Come get me in ten minutes. We've got a lot to do."

"Okey-doke." You respond with a forced smile. But as soon as she walks away it disappears, replaced by a grimace of irritation. But before you can let the feeling consume you any longer, the phone is ringing again and you sigh, getting back to work.

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As you make your way to the top floor to pick up Wanda, you decide to briefly check your cell phone.

As soon as you unlock the device, however, your screen is flooded with aggressive messages and angry emojis from your younger sister, Yelena, somewhat worrying threats about you not coming home for your father's sixtieth birthday.

But then the elevator is opening again and you sigh. Being forced to deal with it after your working hours, you return the cell phone to your pocket, straightening your tie before exiting the elevator.

You politely greet the secretary to the company's CEOs and the woman returns it with a kind smile as you approach the door. With a few light knocks on the wood, you open the door shortly thereafter, knowing the three people in that room think they are too important to open the door for you.

"Excuse me, we're in a meeting." Charles Xavier, who is sitting in his wheelchair behind the desk, interrupts your greeting with a serious expression, and you force a smile at the annoyed look on Erik Lehnsherr's face, sitting against the office commode right next to the other man, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Sorry to interrupt." You say apologetically, and only then does Wanda turn toward the door. "What?!" She asks impatiently, and you hold back from answering that it was she who called you in there in the first place.

"Raven from Mr Fallon's office called. She's on the line," you let her know, speaking as fast as you can while the woman nods quickly, "she needs to speak with you right away. I told her you were otherwise engaged. She insisted, so... Sorry."

You take a discreet deep breath as you finish speaking, your hand still resting on the doorknob. Noticing that Wanda stares at you in silence with a strange expression, you frown.

"Come here." She gestures with her mouth so that only you can hear, and your eyebrows frown even more in complete confusion. But then she is calling you again, impatiently, and you rush to obey.

"Gentlemen, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in. And, um... And there's, uh... well... I think there's something that you should know." Wanda speaks to the two CEOs, awkwardly making her way to your side, and you keep your hands in your pockets uncomfortably.

"We're, uh... We're getting married." She says clumsily, patting your belly even clumsier and your brain just stops right there.

What does she mean you're getting married? Has she lost her mind? Or have you lost your mind? Yeah, you must have fallen and hit your head somewhere and now you were having the worst nightmare of your life while you were actually lying in some hospital bed.

"We are getting married." The redhead repeats, bringing you back to reality as she continues the awkward endearment that she thinks is convincing, and you wanted to laugh at the absurd situation if not for your body's entire unresponsiveness.

"Who is getting married?" You make a way to ask, still not believing that that whole situation could be real. But the redhead just forces a laugh. "You and I. You and I are getting married! Yes."

Noticing that Wanda is looking at Charles and Erik you do the same, and noticing that the two men are expecting a more convincing answer from you, you try to formulate something to say.

"We are." That's all that comes out of your lips, and for a moment you wonder if you're even managing to blink. "Getting married, yes." The redhead completes your words with a nod for emphasis.

"Your secretary?" Erik asks Wanda, a mixture of humor and confusion in his tone as he points in your direction. "Assistant." You correct the man, trying not to let your annoyance show, but he just smiles amused.

"Executive! Assistant... Secretary... Titles." The redhead replies, waving her hands dismissively. "But wouldn't it be the first time one of us fell for our secretaries, would it, Lehnsherr?" She adds humorously, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes at the insinuation.

"The truth is," Wanda continues, completely ignoring the awkward atmosphere in the room, "you know, Y/n and I, we're... We're just two people who weren't meant to fall in love but we did." She continues and you wonder if anyone would try to stop you if you jumped out the window now.

"All those late nights at the office and weekend book fairs... Something happened." She continues in a tone convincing to absolutely no one, and you force a nervous laugh. "Something."

"Yeah, tried to fight it and... Can't-Can't fight a love like ours." Wanda says, wrapping an arm around you in an awkward hug, and the most you can do in response is to try not to grimace in discomfort. Lucky for you, she pulls away less than a second later.

"So, uh... Are we good with this? Are you happy? Because, well... We are happy. So happy." She asks Erik and Charles, who watch the scene with humorous expressions of those who don't believe that absurd story one bit.

You imagine that all this marriage nonsense has to do with whatever it is they were talking about before you arrived. Now, how such a subject got to you marrying your wicked boss, you would never be able to tell.

"Wanda, it's terrific. Just make it official, mhm?" Charles says, pointing to the wedding ring on his finger, and you swallow dryly. Your expressions contort in disgust no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

You and Wanda were getting married? Wanda Maximoff? The most insufferable person you know? Your boss? Absolutely not. No way, no. Not happening.

"Yeah, well, then... Then that means we need to get ourselves to the immigration office so we can work this whole mess out. Right?" The redhead then says, but you are too shocked to process anything that is happening at that moment.

By the time you realize your surroundings again you and Wanda are outside the company's executive directors office, the redhead a few steps ahead of you as if nothing has happened.

As you follow her, you notice some chatter around you, some colleagues casting curious and insinuating glances at you, and you immediately decide to keep your gaze down.

As soon as you return to her office, you close the door, and turn to Wanda with your mind still racing at a thousand miles an hour. The redhead, on the other hand, is just working normally, and you take a deep breath to pull yourself together.

"I don't understand what's happening." You speak eventually, your voice slightly shaky from shock, but Wanda doesn't raise her eyes to you as she flips through the pages of one of the manuscripts she's evaluating. "Relax, this is for you too."

"Do explain." You ask, the shock slowly turning to irritation. "They were going to make Tony chief." She replies simply, answering absolutely nothing, and you resist the urge to scoff. "So naturally I would have to marry you."

"And what's the problem?" She asks casually, and your first impulse is to ask if she wants the reasons in chronological or relevance order. Before the words can leave your mouth, she is speaking again. "Like you were saving yourself for someone special?"

"I like to think so. Besides, it's illegal." You say impatiently, but the redhead just laughs amused. "They're looking for terrorists, not for book publishers. She says humorously, but you don't even smile. "Wanda, I'm not gonna marry you."

"Sure you are. Because if you don't marry me, your dreams of touching the lives of millions with the written word are dead." She says calmly, finally looking at you. "Tony is gonna fire you the second I'm gone. Guaranteed. That means you're out on the street alone looking for a job. That means all the time that we spent together, all the lattes, all the canceled dates were all for nothing and all your dreams of being an editor are gone."

"But don't worry," she continues, pretending not to notice your almost terrified expression looking at her, "after the required allotment of time, we'll get a quickie divorce and you'll be done with me. But until then, like it or not, your wagon is hitched to mine, okay?"

It's amazing how calmly Wanda talks about such an absurd subject, about how the future of your career is so dependent on her. Worst of all, she knows this so well that she put you in this situation without a second thought, without even considering how you would feel about it. Because she doesn't care, of course she doesn't.

Suddenly your breathing becomes shallow, your heart beating fast inside your chest while the sounds of the office become almost deafening. Amidst so many questions and possibilities of what that absurd idea will result in, you have only one certainty.

The universe fucking hates you.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

Part 2

[fandomnerd9602]

CEO!Wanda looks thru several drawers…

Y/N: what are you looking for?

Wanda: your swimming suit

Y/N: what?

Wanda playfully smacks Y/N with cruise line tickets…

Wanda; happy six month anniversary baby!

Y/N: I-what? Don’t you normally have to buy these a year in advance?

Wanda: yes. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you’d be mine (winks)

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Rich CEO Wanda, are you in need of a controversially young partner? Because I volunteer!!

[softlymaximoff]

Omg you should totally do a dark, rich ceo!Wanda moodboard!! ♡

Tysm ur so talented mwah!!

Shh baby, mommy’s in a meeting