#wanda x female reader

[toxicmalysh]

Are you listening Detka?

Wanda X female reader

Word count: 1k+

Summary: established relationship, Wanda is the CEO of her company and has to travel from time to time, whilst calling your attentive girlfriend things take a turn

Warnings: masturbation (R and W), slight degrading, mentions of breeding if you squint, that's pretty much it

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Your girlfriend being the head of her company had its perks, she spoiled you, rotten, anything you even paid more than 5 seconds of attention to she'd buy it for you. Going abroad to sight see, spending time in beautiful villas and beaches. Driving you around in expensive cars with that clean smell. Dates in exclusive restaurants drinking wine you couldn't afford even if you worked for months. It was a lush lifestyle you never imagined until you bumped into the curious woman at your local cafe a few years ago.

However, her job also had its cons, specifically her need to travel from time to time. The job was demanding, having to go to different sites was one of them. It wasn't often but when it was it was for a few weeks at a time leaving you lonely in your shared bed, missing her comfort dearly.

The time difference wasn't much, leaving you a few hours ahead, and she called routinely in her evenings after countless meetings. Usually you'd talk about her day, useless staff not handling her instructions, or your day and how your part time job was going. Tonight however, you were missing one of her features in particular, her ability to make you feel good. You were craving her touch.

"it was an absolute nightmare, I kept telling him he needed to format the spreadsheets before printing them because of the pdf conversion but he just wasn't getting it."

Wanda's voice was smooth through the phone speaker, her subtle accent normally mesmerized you, but there was a slight hoarseness from how tired she was. The usually raspy tone she'd take with you when telling you to spread your legs or lay still.

Your thighs were mindlessly rubbing together, as you found yourself fidgeting to suppress the ache between your legs as your girlfriend spoke. You cleared your throat before attempting to respond.

"haven't you already explained that to him the last time you saw him?"

You listened to the slight groan from the other side, more lewd thoughts filtering into your mind and the idea of how she was usually under you when making that sort of noise.

"I did yeah,"

She took a sharp breath before continuing, you wanted to pay attention, but the throbbing was unbearable and the thought of Wanda next to you stroking your thighs wasn't leaving your head anytime soon.

You shuffled around, humming along to what Wanda was saying, focusing on removing your pyjama bottoms and panties.

"and he tried to argue that he hadn't had this issue before, but he absolutely did because I have told him so many times the graph gets cut off on the right hand side,"

Your focus was faulty, your hand gliding over your right breast slowly, pinching ever so gently over your nipple, all you could process was the cracking of her accent and the wetness spreading across the skin of your thighs.

You rolled your nipple a few times before placing your phone on speaker, onto your nightstand, tracing slow lines down your abdomen before your mound. You needed Wanda so badly, shutting your eyes imagining her hands on your skin.

You pick up specific words coming from Wanda's rant, "dumb" "choke" "so well" "for me" "go on", those few words usually used in a context of punishment or pleasure with you.

Your head was fuzzy, imagining Wanda's fingers gliding up your soaking folds, warm and sensitive from the neediness of the situation. You hummed in response to Wanda's sentences whenever she paused for more than two seconds.

"Are you okay?"

The question snapped you out of your trance for a moment, your fingers freezing, and you began composing yourself to answer,

"Yeah Wands," you were more breathless than you realised, "yeah just keep talking."

"okay darling, well," she paused to remember where she was, your fingers rising to rub tight circles on your clit, "after all of that she finally agreed that,"

Warm, you felt so warm, your chest rising quickly, your fingers moving faster, you weren't even aware of how heavy your breathing had gotten over the phone.

"Are you listening detka?"

Wanda's voice wasn't irritated, but rather low and curious, you began nodding before answering, gulping as you hummed in response not trusting your own words.

There was a few moments of silence before Wanda spoke again,

"let me hear how wet you are."

Your eyes rolled and you let out an audible whine at her words. Usually you'd be humiliated with how she knew what you were doing, embarrassed that you couldn't control yourself around her, but with how close you already were and how badly you needed her, you slid your fingers slowly into your pulsing hole before finding a rougher rhythm.

Wanda could hear your fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, the wet sounds echoing through the phone. She reached for her own pyjamas, pulling them down before placing her phone on speaker matching you.

“Do you miss me that much sweetheart? Need my touch that badly?”

You whined down the line, your fingers moving faster inside yourself, you were nodding quickly, even though Wanda couldn't see, she knew you were, she knew you were answering like the good girl you were. You could feel yourself throbbing around your digits, feeling slightly unsatisfied knowing it wasn't Wanda's slender fingers filling you up.

“Tell me, what would you want if I was there detka?”

You hummed softly, pulling your fingers from your pussy and onto your clit, making faster circles than before, needing a release.

“I.. I would want you to be rough, make sure I knew you still needed to touch my body, feel my pussy around your fingers.”

Wanda's hand found her own clit, groping her breast firmly as she breathed out, imaging you squirming beneath her, crying for anything,

“What about my strap hm? Would you want me to fill that pretty cunt of yours?”

Her voice was broken and your eyes rolled at the idea, suddenly feeling empty with just your hand to pleasure yourself. You cried out as you pushed two fingers back into yourself, curling them the same way Wanda would.

“Please, please I need your cock.”

Your voice was dripping with impatience and neediness, Wanda knew you were close, and the moans that were falling from your lips were pushing her faster to her own climax. She could imagine the way your pussy would throb around her strap, sucking her in deeper as you twitched in pleasure from such strong orgasms.

“I miss you so much.”

Wanda let out an unholy whine at your words, squeezing her eyes as she focused on the sounds of your fingers squelching in your heat. She felt the familiar coil in her abdomen, needing to let go of her pent up stress.

“You have no idea how badly I want to taste what's making all that noise.”

You bit your lip at your girlfriend's voice, breathless and whiney. Her voice was always so commanding and stable, right now it was anything but, shaking and cracking as she moaned through her words. Even the idea of how needy Wanda was to feel and taste you was enough to push you to the orgasm you were ready to beg for,

“Can I cum? Please can I cum? Please please?”

Wanda thought it was adorable how messy you were when begging, repeating words, struggling to finish a sentence, it was utterly adorable. She waited a few seconds, successfully catching up to you before answering,

“Come for me detka be a good girl for me.”

As soon as you heard Wanda's high pitch moan leave her lips, hearing the slight ruffle of the fabric on her end from how hard she was convulsing, your body finally snapped. A white hot rush spread across your body, your limbs locking as they shook erratically, your legs squeezing your hand and arm. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a cracked moan, falling limp immediately as your legs fell back open.

Your breaths synchronised, and you ran your fingers through your hair as you caught your breath, eyes remaining shut as you came down. Just as you were ready to apologise to Wanda for not listening to her rant, her quiet voice climbed through the speaker,

“Can you do another one for me sweetheart?”

[lynn-maximoff]

(possessiveness, mommy kink, praise, dom!wanda) MDNI

Things Mommy!Wanda would say/do in bed:

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- As she pounds you with her strap, “That’s it baby, just like that.. you’re taking mommy’s cock so good darling”

- “Fuckk, sweetheart.. you’re driving mommy insane, you know that?”

- She runs a finger up your wet slit, “Oh baby.. is this all for mommy? Hm? Such a mess you’re making babygirl..”

- “Mmm.. you’re my girl only. Mommy’s girl. You belong to me, isn’t that right? Say it baby, tell mommy who you belong to..”

- While she sucks on your hardened nipples, she cups your soaking cunt, “Who’s pussy is this, hm? It’s mommy’s pussy isn’t it? Mommy can do whatever she wants with your little cunt.. you’ll accept whatever mommy gives you like a good girl.”

- “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget your name. But you won’t forget mine, oh no, babygirl.. the only word that’ll come out of your mouth will be mommy. And I’ll make sure you scream it like the good little slut that you are.”

- She runs her slender fingers through your hair, “Are you gonna be a good girl for mommy? Are you gonna listen to and obey all of mommy’s words? If you do.. mommy will have to award you for being such a good girl”

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That’s all for now 💋 hope you enjoyed <3

I need her so bad guys it’s not funny. Also I need more wlw Wanda stans to be my moots, DM me! <3

[r2in2p]

Y/N: At least two gay girls called me cute...

Natasha, with a flirty voice: Make that three...

Wanda, also flirting: Make that four...

Y/N, confused: Who are the other two??

Natasha, facepalming: Oh my god...

Wanda: Nevermind, back to two...

Y/N, in utter confusion: What is happening??

[sleeepybeary]

☆ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ☆

: Imagine step-mom Wanda fingering you from behind as you sat on her lap, her just absolutely loving the fact that you're a virgin.

You always found comfort in the small touches of your new step-mom, finding her care towards you to be similar to that of her own twin boys. Her touch was delicate and careful, almost as if she knew you'd break if anything more than a brush of your arm would come into play.

When she found out you were a virgin, however, that idea of you being so fragile had seemed to only push Wanda to the edge of sanity as she began to almost fantasise about how she could fuck you.

It hadn't taken all too long before she picked up on the way your own eyes seemed to drape across her body or how your cheeks flushed at those simple touches. So, in turn, it also didn't take all too long before she had you on her lap with her fingers toying with your nipples.

From hearing your small gasps due to this, to hearing you whine as she teased your clit, Wanda couldn't help but drag it on.

"How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?"

"Since we met"

She would hum, grinning to herself as she'd gift you with half a finger sliding into the warmth of your pussy - a reward for your honesty.

"Such a naughty girl, wouldn't you agree? Wanting your mommy like this, with her willing to fuck your pretty pussy"

You'd nod almost frantically, trying to push yourself onto the whole of her finger as you rolled back against her lap. Though, your actions came with consequences as Wanda withdrew herself from your cunt, her eyes growing darker as she eyed you from behind - not yet seeing a purpose in letting you see her while she fucked you.

"You're only to get as much as I'm willing to give, understand? And use your big girl words this time"

"I- I understand, mommy"

Wanda would almost immediately plummet two fingers into your cunt, exhaling at the resistance she was met with as your walls clenched around her in response.

"Oh, my sweet girl," Wanda would coo, using her other hand to gently play with your hair. "I know you can take me better than this. How about we try a third?"

You could only really give out a gasp, eyes squeezing shut as she chuckled against the back of your neck, a third finger already threatening to stretch you out in a way you haven't been before.

Wanda loved how trusting you were being with her. Allowing her to take your virginity? This was arguably the best gift any step-daughter could give their new mommy in return for their care and love.

Nudging your clit with her thumb and prodding her ring finger slightly into you, Wanda declared her intentions.

"You wanted this, so you're going to take this however mommy pleases"

[scarletlizzard]

Late Night Snack

Pairings: wanda maximoff × female reader

Tags MINORS DNI: fluff, smut, cunnilingus, christmas music

Masterlist

A/N: Happy Holidays 🎄 The holidays are a difficult time for me, as I'm sure for a lot of you, so here's a little fluffy smut of baking cookies with Wanda! Nothing wrong with a lil distraction, take care of yourselves 💚❤️

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"You do realize the dough is supposed to go into the oven?"

A voice from behind you startles you, pulling you from your deep concentration. You look to the red bowl in one of your hands, a spatula in the other, and what was supposed to be chocolate chip cookie dough splattered from the bowl onto the counter and your hands. You sigh and turn to look at the direction of the voice, one that had become your favorite to hear. Wanda stood at the opposite side of the island, fingers tapping the granite countertop, rings clinking with each tap, a teasing smile spread across her lips.

Wanda always had that effortlessly beautiful sort of look about her. A simple brown sweater and her most comfortable sweatpants, red hair past her shoulders just slightly tousled, and tired eyes that seemed to light up before you. Her smile grew as you stood silently, and your ears grew hot as you realized you were just staring at her. This happened a lot. In fact, Wanda loved to catch you off guard for this very reason. She loved to tease you, loved to watch the color bloom across your cheeks right before her. She loved to know she had that effect on you.

You set the bowl down on the counter and toss the spatula inside of it, running your sticky hands down the front of the messy apron you wore. It was covered in flour and crooked over your shirt. Wanda couldn't contain the smallest giggle at the sight of you.

"Do you want cookies or not?" Your tone is playful, but you rest your hands on your hips and give her your best stern expression. She lets out a full laugh this time, and at the sound, you feel a light, fluttery sensation in your belly.

"Y/N, sweetie, it's two in the morning," Wanda looks you over again, seeing the slightest bit of disappointment in your eyes.

"I know.. I couldn't sleep," you confess, a small sigh leaves your lips as your hands move to play with fabric of your apron.

When you look back to Wanda, she has a thoughtful expression on her face. She knew of your sleep habits, or lack thereof. She was no stranger to your complicated late night snacks, your midnight movies, and three AM runs around the compound. But that was another thing Wanda loved, playing into your distractions and getting you into bed, listening to your soft snores while you rest your head on her chest. The two of you grew close through these late nights while the others slept.

"The key to a good baking session, first and foremost, is good music," Wanda declares. Her heart leaps at the growing smile on your face. She pulls out her phone and connects to a speaker in the room. As Christmas music begins to play, you can't help but laugh.

"Christmas music is good music?" You ask. She walks closer until she's just a step in front of you.

"Tis the season," she says quietly and with a smile.

Her hands reach out, arms wrapping around behind you. The blush on your face is prominent now at the closeness, and you feel her fingers untying the apron. She straightens it around your neck, fingertips brushing against your skin just the slightest, and moves down to tie it once again. It's tight now, and you think it's too tight because you can't breathe, but then you remember that's how you always feel when Wanda stands this close to you.

"Now, chocolate chip?" Wanda looks at the countertop, a spread of ingredients across the kitchen. Some you didn't even need for the recipe. You had just grabbed whatever looked interesting.

You give her a sheepish look, biting your lip and eying the mess all around you. "Well, that was the plan, and then... I was trying to remember how to do it from memory!"

"Oh, so you've baked cookies from scratch before?" Wanda raises an eyebrow, knowing for a fact you were a novice in the kitchen.

"Well, no, but how hard could it be," you shrug and look to her again. She's holding two bananas and a small bottle of seasoning with a perplexed gaze.

"You thought baking chocolate chip cookies would require bananas and.. cumin?" Wanda is trying her hardest not to laugh at the way your eyebrows furrow, eyes squinting to read the label on the bottle.

"I thought that was cinnamon, and the banana was in case I wanted a snack before my snack," you say it so matter of factly that she can't possibly argue with you. Instead, she nods thoughtfully and chuckles to herself.

Wanda sets the bananas on the counter, leaving them there for you. The rest of the ingredients begin to suddenly float. Red wisps through the air and cabinets begin opening, dishes empty in the sink, and a towel magically wipes down the mess. She slides her sleeves up her arms, grabbing the correct ingredients as the red dies down around the two of you. The kitchen is spotless.

She measures out some dry ingredients, setting them next to a clean bowl. When she looks back to you, you are practically beaming at her. Wanda looks at you with a soft, warm expression, her green eyes filled with a tender affection that spoke volumes. A gentle smile played on her lips, one that was both shy and confident, as if she were holding back a rush of emotion.

"Mix these together, sweetheart," Wanda instructs, nodding to the dry ingredients. You step closer to her, shoulders brushing as you obey.

The two of you stand side by side the rest of the time, and each moment Wanda passes you another ingredient to throw into the mix, she makes sure to let her fingers linger on you. You knew she was teasing you, and you were sure she could hear your thoughts. Once Wanda had told you that your thoughts were 'loud', especially around her. And well, you couldn't control how you thought about her.

Wandas melodic laugh draws you back to reality, "Like this," she says softly. You look to her hands, watching her roll some of the dough into a ball shape.

"We can't all be as perfect as you, Wands," you comment with a chuckle, setting your misshapen ball of dough next to hers on the baking sheet. She laughs again, and you could melt into a puddle before her.

"What am I going to do with you?" Wanda moves to stand behind you, arms wrapping around you for the second time tonight. Her hands rest on top of yours, helping you mold a perfect ball this time. "Not so bad, hm?"

Her voice is directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You can already tell by her tone she's got that lopsided grin on her face that makes your knees weak.

"It's not too bad... you might want to show me again, practice makes perfect, you know," you smile as you feel the warmth of her body press closer against yours.

"That's probably a good idea," Wanda chuckles and repeats the process again. You let yourself lean back into her.

The two of you stay like that until the dough is all rolled and on the baking sheet. At some point, Wanda had let go of your hands with a, "I think you've got this," but she didn't move. Instead, her arms were wrapped firmly around your mid section with her chin resting down on your shoulder. You weren't sure if the praises she was muttering to you were helping or distracting you, but you were soaking up each one happily.

"Those look perfect, sweetheart," Wanda removes her hands to grab the sheet. While she puts them in the oven, you remove your apron, tossing it onto the counter. You already miss her arms.

"How long will they bake for?" You ask with an excited smile. Wanda sits atop the island while she magicks the kitchen clean around you.

"Maybe about 12 minutes," she says, head tilting a bit. You nod and stand across from her, leaning your back against the countertop.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, and you can feel her gaze on you. Your eyes search for anything in the room, trying to fill your thoughts with anything but Wanda to keep your thoughts quiet. You try to focus on the song playing, the lyrics to 'Last Christmas' on your mind. But all you can think about is the way she felt against you, her warm fingers, how soft her lips looked.

"Come here," she murmurs.

You look to meet her eyes finally, a confused look on your once again red face. She grins, lifting her hand palm facing up and curling her finger towards herself in a gentle beckoning motion.

"Come. Here." Wanda says again, more firmly. Somehow, you manage to get your feet to walk the two steps towards her, heart racing as she motions you to settle between her legs. Your hands rest on her hips, her finger lifts your chin up.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" It's a little condescending along with her smile and her hand holding your jaw delicately in place to keep eye contact with her.

"A little," you tease quietly. She laughs.

Wanda reaches up with her other hand, fingers lightly brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. Her touch is soft and lingers like always. The room begins to feel smaller while the moment seems to stretch out, as if time had paused for you and Wanda once again, as it always did in your late night interactions.

"What am I going to do with you?" She leans in a little as she whispers to you.

"You already said that," you point out.

Wanda nods and hums, both of you breathing low and shallow in sync while Christmas music still plays quietly in the background. "But, I'd say you have a few good options..."

Her fingers tighten just the slightest around your jaw. Wanda giggles and shakes her head. A slow, warm smile plays on your lips, and it's all the invitation Wanda needs to lean in further. Your eyes flutter closed as your lips meet. The kiss is tender, as if both of you were savoring every moment, every feeling.

Your hands hold tightly on her sides as her hands cup your face. You part for a second, the air between the two of you still electric. A contended smile spread across your faces. Wanda pulls you back in for another kiss.

This time the kiss is needy and desperate. Your breathing getting heavier as her hands move to your hair, her mouth parting further to let your tongues collide. Her legs wrapped tightly around you as your hands begin to wander.

"Wanda, I-" you mutter, words getting lost in the messy kiss. She smirks, your thoughts being louder than ever.

"What, baby?" Wanda hums. She forces your head up and attaches her lips along your jaw and neck. You were fully in her grasp, physically and mentally.

"I- fuck, " you moan softly when she nips at your neck.

"You what?" In that condescending tone.

"I'm - I need to -" another loss for words. Her hands are all over your body, her mouth is warm against your skin, you are putty in her fingers, and she loves it.

"Are you hungry?" She whispers in your ear. The tips of your ears burn. You nod eagerly, hands squeezing her thighs. "Tell me what you want," another whisper and a tug at your earlobe with her teeth.

"I want a snack..." You confess, squeezing her thighs again. You felt as if your appetite was insatiable. You knew you only wanted one thing. Wanda groans lowly. She releases her grip on you, helping you to remove her sweatpants.

"You want a snack, sweetie?" You watch hungrily as Wanda licks her lips.

"Please," you plead her. Your fingers twitch against the soft skin of her thighs. A pleased smile spreads on her face. There's a quiet satisfaction in the curve of her lips at your quick submission. Wandas hand moves to grip the back of your neck. It's firm but gentle as she pulls you to her with ease.

She kisses you tenderly before speaking, "Down." It's a command, and you have to clench your thighs together.

Your mouth begins to water as you slowly move down to your knees. Wanda keeps eye contact the entire time, watching you carefully. She positions herself off of the counter a bit, letting you put her legs over your shoulders. Your hands are gripping her thighs again, lips quickly attaching to the soft skin of her legs. You can't get enough of her. You need to taste her, desperately. You need to make her feel good.

"Can I?" You ask for permission as your kisses get closer to her core, your fingertips tugging at her panties.

"Such nice manners, hm?" She grins and lifts her hips for you to remove her panties. You do so hastily, returning to kiss her thighs. "Go ahead, take a bite, love," Wanda chuckles as you bite her thigh playfully.

Her hands move to grip your hair as you lick slowly up her slick folds. Wanda lets out a quiet moan, feeling the vibrations of your own moans against her cunt. You savour the taste of her. Wanda was addictive, you needed more. With your hands clutching onto her skin and her thighs wrapped around your head, you had your late night snack right there in the middle of the kitchen.

"Ohh fuck . Look at you on your knees, such a good girl for me," Wanda praises and tugs a little at your hair. Your tongue moves quicker against her, and the constant praise only makes you want to please her more. You suck a little on her clit and recieve a string of curses and moans.

"That's it, baby, you're making me feel so good, doing so well.. Just like that, right there, right there," she coos. Her accent seems thicker, and her breathing becomes erratic as you push her closer to the edge. Her hips begin to move against your mouth, and you can't help but groan against her.

You can feel yourself throbbing with every moan that leaves her lips, her ragged breathing telling you she was getting close. You practically bury your face into her intoxicating and wet cunt, tongue flicking and drawing circles.

"You're going to make me cum, sweet girl," Wanda gasps, and pushes your face against her. You moan in response.

"Oh fuck, fuck, Y/N!" She breathes, her thighs clenching tighter on either side of your head. Wanda watches as you continue with abandon, lost in the moment. She throws her head back, legs trembling as she lets go. You slow as she comes down, shuddering and moaning your name.

Wandas grip on you loosens as you lazily lap and clean her up with your tongue, still moaning softly at the sweet taste of her. Her hand runs through your hair affectionately as you stay between her legs.

You're convinced you want to live here.

She watches you with dark eyes and catches her breath before speaking, "God, you are so perfect... come here, love," her voice invites you. Wanda bites her lip as you take one last teasing lick. Your lips glisten as you stand up, hair unruly and strands falling carelessly.

Wanda wastes no time pulling you into a kiss, both of your moans melting together as you share the taste of her. You feel her wrap around you.

"I'm still hungry," you mumble against her lips. You both laugh, a smile plastered on your face. Wanda parts and gives you a soft look, fixing your hair carefully.

"Me too," she replies and pushes you back slightly to hop off the counter. Wanda begins to dress.

"I didn't mean for cookies..." you reply. Wanda smirks, humming.

"Neither did I," she whispers and kisses your cheek, relishing the dazed look in your eyes. "We'll take these to my room, hm?" Wanda takes the cookies out from the oven, now slightly overdone, and sets them on a plate.

"Snack before a snack," you repeat from what you had said earlier in the night. Wanda nods and hands you the plate, her hand moving to rest on your back as she leads you to her room.

"Exactly," she agrees, "and I am starving."

[hexed-hearts]

Surprise Pt.2

Pairing: Wanda Maximof x fem!reader

Tags: 18+, Smut, bottom!wanda, strap-on use, nipple play, oral sex, dirty talk,

Word Count: 1,142

A/N: Thank you guys SO MUCH for the love on part 1 of this. Over 200 is crazy to me. I tried to make this as long as I could for y’all, and you should be able to understand if you didn’t read the first part. As always, thank you for reading and enjoy!

My hand wraps around the back of her neck as I lean in to kiss her. She opens up her legs and hooks them around my waist, her hands pulling me into her by my shirt. “I’m all yours baby, I just want to feel you,” Wanda says against my lips, the sound of desire evident in her voice. My lips attach to her neck, placing gentle kisses as my hands fall to her thighs. Lifting her up and moving her closer to the center of the bed.

I sit back on my knees between her legs, taking a moment to revel in her beauty, “Wanda,” my hands slide up her stomach, reaching the green lace holding her breasts, “I’m gonna do more than just indulge baby…” My hands knead her breasts through the lace, she bites her lip with anticipation, “…I’m gonna ravage you,” I pull the cups of the bra down and slowly swirl my tongue around a nipple, maintaining eye contact with her. She moans loudly, holding no restraint as her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me against her more.

“Baby please…your mouth is so good, mhmm,” she moans into the hot air. Her body heating up with her growing arousal, chest and cheeks flushing with color. I move over to the other nipple, gently biting it as I give it the same treatment. My knee slots between her legs, pressing against her wet heat, “fuck baby, don’t be such a tease,” she groans in response. Pulling my hair to remove me from her nipple, sitting up and undoing the lacy bra, “Y/N, please touch me, I wanna feel you…”

“Fuck Wands, I love it when you beg like that,” I pull back, helping slide her underwear down her legs. Taking the time to strip off my clothes as well before placing gentle kisses on her thighs. I slowly kiss up her legs, leaving small marks in a trail going towards her glistening heat. When I reach my destination, I lick a stripe through her folds, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure as she throws her head back, her hands gripping the sheets.

“Oh god yes baby, just like that,” I smile against her as my tongue gently circles around her clit. Her breaths coming out in ragged pants as she moans, “Y/N…” her hand tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, “…please more baby, it feels so good.” I hook my arms around her thighs as I eat her out with more vigor, sucking in her clit before sliding my tongue inside of her. “Yes! Just like that, don't stop! Don’t stop baby!”

Her moans grow higher and higher in pitch as she reaches closer to her climax, her muscles tightening in anticipation. I hum against her, the vibrations stimulating her clit, “cum for me baby, give it to me.” Her body shudders, her legs tightening around my head as she releases. Her juices spilling out onto my tongue as she convulses under my touch. My name spilling from her lips as she moans.

I give her time to recover, placing lingering kisses on her thighs as I wait for her breaths to even out. My fingers gently stroking her hips, “you look so beautiful like this baby, I could eat you out all day,” I move up her body and place a kiss on her lips.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you up on that detka, but for now…” she pulls me further down on top of her, her legs wrapping around my hips as she kisses my neck. “…right now I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel you push your strap deep inside me baby. Make me cum on your cock.”

I groan at her words, moving off of her to quickly put the strap on. I tighten the straps on my hips, my eyes following Wanda’s movements as she sits further up in the bed. Hair disheveled and legs spread, welcoming me in. I lick my lips as my heart beats faster with anticipation, moving forward and positioning myself between her legs, sliding the toy through her folds. “Fuck baby you’re so wet, you ready for my cock?”

“Please baby push it inside of me, fuck me hard and deep. I need to feel you split me open,” she practically moans as her legs hook around my hips. I don’t tease her any longer, pushing the strap all the way inside with one thrust. Her back arching off the bed as I bottom out. “F-fuck baby, you’re so d-deep.”

I pound into her roughly, her nails digging into my arms as I watch the toy slide in and out from her pussy. “Take it baby, such a good girl from me. Letting me fuck you like a slut.” She moans loudly from my degrading words, eyes rolling back as I push her legs up towards her chest. The toy reaching the spongy part inside of her.

“Yes! Fuck me, fuck me! I’m s-so close already, baby! Oh my god you feel so good! Pound my pussy baby!”

I thrust into her roughly, my hand wrapping around her neck as the strap reaches deep inside of her, “take it baby, take my cock!” A light sheen of sweat coats my body as I fuck her rigorously, the sound of her cries growing louder as she gets closer. “Cum for me,” I state through a ragged breath, her body convulsing underneath me with the power of her orgasm. Her screams echoing through our bedroom, her walls tightening around the toy. I continue to thrust into her slowly, letting her ride out her high for as long as possible. I don’t stop until she puts a hand on my chest.

“Baby….fuck, Y/N…” she says clearly out of breath, not yet fully recovered from our intense lovemaking.

“It’s okay love, just relax,” I slowly pull the toy out of her, a sigh leaving her lips, “I’ll clean us up then we can chill okay?”

“Okay…” she is still fairly dazed but she lazily watches me discard the toy on the pile of our clothes and leave for the bathroom. Returning with a damp washcloth and gently wiping her clean. Leaving a kiss on her stomach before I step away again. “Y/N darling,” I turn towards her, cheeks and chest flush, I smile at her state, “can we cuddle?”

“Of course my love,” I move the covers on the bed and slide both of us underneath, pulling her against my chest. Her head resting on my shoulder while her leg is thrown over mine, “You know, for a surprise that was supposed to be for me, you certainly got the better end of the stick,” I chuckle.

She mumbles, “what can I say? I know how you like your surprises.

[vase-of-lilies]

❀  Pairing: Medusa!Wanda Maximoff x Blind!Reader (F)

❀ Warnings: Reader is “sacrificed” and “saved by Wanda”, so much fluff, really quick acceptance, sexual content, Wandas snakes have their own personalities and love to mess with the reader when she is just snuggling with Wanda or when she is just chilling (lol), fingering, oral (r receiving), Wanda just flicking our bean while out on the beach, the snakes calm reader down IDK OK, 

❀Disclaimer The pictures only represent aesthetic and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. Credit to who made the pictures in the banner as well.

❀ Authors Note: I have started reading the story called “Stone Blind” and it is a re-telling of the story of Medusa and telling the “true” story of how she became the “monster” she turned into. I feel like that even though Medusa was assaulted, she deserves love and I think that having a blind reader would help her feel like she was loved based off of her personality, not of fear. This story is a little lighter than the others, but it still is dark with hints of kidnapping and captivity. I will also be keeping Stheno and Euryale, Medusa’s original sisters, just for the organization of plot purposes! There are quotes in here that are loosely based on “Stone Blind”! All credit to Natalie Haynes for the style of Medusa I use!!

It’s a cooler summer day in Greece, rain feeding the dry crops with much-needed food. The drought that Zeus brought to the mainland was devastating, causing crops, veggies, and fruits to cripple before they were ripe enough to pick. This was a punishment for the greediness the people were showing, thriving a little too much to the god's liking.  

It wasn’t uncommon for the god to be selfish like this. He would often flood the fields with too much water, making them die equally fast. Your village was one of the many affected by this cruel situation. You later learn that Zeus had a bad day and wanted to take it out on someone other than his poor wife in the clouds. 

These games he played were difficult to navigate, as the world through your eyes was sightless. Just like tinnitus in the ear, your eyes seemed to feel the same way; clouded and blurred figures with every movement of your eyes. You were born this way, and no amount of begging could have changed what you encounter daily. 

However, with this blindness, your other senses are heightened. Your hearing was better than most, and you did everything possible to protect it as it was your most powerful sense. Every chirp of a cricket, creek of a door, a voice outside your home. You could hear it all. 

It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. “She won’t even know we are gone, she can’t see us. Out of sight, out of mind.” This was the last thing you heard from your parents before they abandoned you. Your heart broke when you heard those words, never feeling such betrayal from someone you loved before. It was that moment that caused you to shut off your emotions to other people. 

At the age you are now, it was difficult to find really anyone who would accept your blindness, and love who you were on the inside. What never occurred to you was the fact that you needed someone who felt the same. Someone who felt an insecurity that needed to be validated by someone similar. 

This was exactly how Wanda felt. She was the youngest of the Gorgon Sisters, born a mortal human but was punished by a goddess out of jealousy and spite. 

The goddess Athena was spoiled by her father, getting everything and anything she wanted with a snap of her fingers. When she was betrayed, she didn’t punish Poseidon, who in fact was the person who caused this problem in the first place. She punished the poor girl who was hurt by Poseidon, all because the situation unfolded in Athena's own temple. 

Why did she choose Wanda to punish? Because she was mortal and did not have to suffer through centuries of war and turmoil. The night she went to Wanda's cave, her sisters were out hunting; gathering for their mortal sister so she could eat. Athena took this opportunity of Wanda's solitude to torture her, ripping every piece of hair from her head, forcing red, writhing snakes to take their place. 

She was in pain for days, her scalp burning with every movement the snakes made. Her nights were spent screaming and sobbing into the darkness of her cave, her sisters trying everything they could to soothe her. They were only met with silence until the day she finally spoke up about who hurt her. Her sisters were angry with the sea god for even looking at their loved one. They had their own way of punishing Poseidon, but of course, the god couldn't care less. He was powerful and could do whatever he wanted, just like his niece Athena. 

Some could say that Athena took pity on Wanda for what her uncle did. And to keep the other gods away from her, the powerful goddess turned the girl's beautiful locks of hair into a head of writhing snakes. This was for protection from her uncle and any of the other greedy and overpowered gods that rule the world. 

No matter the tale that one has heard, what is true is that Wanda is now considered a monster just like her sisters. But who determined what a monster was? Was a monster someone merely different from you? Or was it men that made everything monsters? Men seem to be afraid of powerful women, or women with sharp teeth, wings, and tusks. 

Monsters are misunderstood. 

The two sisters are some of the most gentle creatures to adorn the earth's surface. Sure, they hunt animals and look a little scary, but they keep a flock of sheep, learn how to cook bread, and take care of their mortal baby sister. 

The first time they met Wanda, Stheno’s talon gently brushed along her cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen when she arrived on the sand. Now that Wanda is a grown woman, her immortal sisters adapted to her needs. She spent most of her time on the beach, but now spends her time in the depths of her cave, too scared to come out of fear that Poseidon will hurt her again. 

Stheno and Euryale vowed to never let anyone hurt their beloved sister ever again. They hoped that one day she would find a lover who would be willing to love her for who she was. Someone she could grow old with, and love with every fiber (and snake) of her being. 

The snakes… they each have their own personality. There are thirteen (13) in all. Wanda or anyone for that matter has named them or really knows the difference. However, the two snakes at the very front of her head, close to her temples are easily told apart. On the left, there is Fang. She has a visible attitude and can hardly believe her fate was to be on top of someone's head. On the right, there is Lucky. Just like her name, Wanda could tell that she felt lucky to be a part of her host. Fang was sassy and defiant while Lucky was just happy to be there. 

Though the rest of the snakes are just as present as Fang and Lucky, they each have a mind of their own and tend to make Wanda laugh despite her fate. Their hisses of protest when Stheno says that it’s getting dark and to come back into the cave, or when Euryale asks Wanda for her help with something while the snakes are sunbathing. My god, do they love the sun!

You did too. It was for a much different reason than what a seeing person might believe. You loved the sun for its two main purposes; to light up and warm the earth. Now, that may be what everyone thinks of Helios, the god of the sun. But to you, it meant so much more. With no sight and just a blurry field of vision in front of you, the sun kept the colorful blobs of people and obstacles slightly more viewable. 

Selene, the moon goddess was not your favorite. Although she lights the night, most occasions it is only a sliver of light. Once a month do you really get to enjoy the darkness with some light guiding you from place to place. On the nights of the new moon, you stayed in the comfort of your home for the night. Although you could not see the phase of which Selene was in, you knew the darker the next night got, the closer it was to a new moon. 

On one particular evening, you were unaware that it was a black moon. Meaning it was the second new moon in a months time. It was getting dark, but you had the thought that it would be bright enough to make it home, only to make a wrong turn when a man pushed past you. 

Villagers helped you put your fallen fruit back into your basket, and a kind woman gives gently places your bamboo guiding stick back in your hand. You thank them, but you missed the opportunity to ask them the direction of your home. Physically you knew where you were, but again, it was getting dark and you were all turned around. 

Hoping for the best in a difficult situation, you chose to turn right. Usually at this cross road, you would be facing North and your home was East, so you would turn right. Unfortunately, this rocky path led you right to Poseidons’ sea itself. And the god was ever so pleased to have a clueless woman enter his domain. Coming up from the oceans depths, he approaches you in your wandering state.

“Can I help you find your way, miss?” The god asks. Your head follows the voice to the right, unaware of who asked the question. 

“I may be a bit lost,” You say with honesty. “I was on my way back from the market, but stumbled and lost the direction I was going.” Explaining yourself to the stranger felt like the logical explanation, but Poseidon used your confusion against you. 

“No, I think you’re in the right place…” He smirks, gently putting his hand on your shoulder. Your head snaps to the sudden touch, clutching your baskets handle a little tighter. Poseidon isn’t aware of your blindness, all you are to him is a means to an end. He is in debt to his father, Kronos. 

Poseidon knew the moment you stepped foot on to his cool sand, he knew you were perfect. As a god, you think he would know everything about you, but you were very wrong. 

“Here, let me help you find your way back to the road.” He says, removing one of your hands from the basket handle. You allow him, but you are confused as you continue to feel sand beneath the sole of your sandals. The moon was not there, and you were helpless. 

Kronos, the god of time, was betrayed by his son. Poseidon decided to ask his father for time. All the time in the world, when he got ahold of Wanda. He wanted to spend every waking minute with her, fucking her and holding her when she is begging to see her sisters again only to drag her under the oceans surface when he is bored of her. Poseidon gets bored very easily, but Wanda’s pussy was different. Although his father did not question what he was going to use this time for, automatically a debt was owed. 

Poseidon decided against using this time with Wanda, as her whining and begging becoming increasingly annoying. So he sent her back to her sisters to live in peace. That is, until Athena came along of course. He was adamant that he shouldn’t have to pay his father back since he did not use the time. Kronos lended him this time willingly without question. He was determined to get it back. And Poseidon had his sacrifice right in front of him. 

His hand pulled you in the direction of a large rock by the edge of the water, a place that Poseidon remembers greatly. Andromeda was supposed to be sacrificed there, but Perseus swept in and came to the rescue, stopping a large sea monster with the help of Athenas spear and Artemis’s winged sandals. It was a shame to see such a beautiful sea creature leave the world in such a damaging way. 

“Here we are, back on the road again, just a little further,” Poseidon says, his other hand taking the basket from your hands. 

“Hey w-wait, I need tha-” You are cut off by a calloused hand clasping over your mouth. 

“Just stay still and it will all be over soon.” The god whispered in your ear. Your breaths were staggered as you heard his words, confused by what he meant. Soon his hands were untying the soft rope from around your waist holding your silk toga to your body. The fabric fell to the ground, leaving you only in your under garments. You whimpered, trying to understand what is happening.

“Please, whoever you are, let me go. H-have my fruit, t-take the gold!” You fought hard against the gods rock hard torso, fearing for your life. 

“I told you to be still!” He shouted. His arms wrapped your body and he threw you over his shoulder. Damp hair rubbed against your skin as you struggled and a chiseled arm wraps their way around your legs to keep them still. A hard hit to your barely covered ass made you yelp, and you tried scratching at Poseidons back. The immortal couldn’t feel pain, so he took no thought of it. 

With little to no trouble at all, he put your squirming body on the sand and held his hand over your neck to keep your back against the rock. The power he had was nothing compared to your mortal strength. So he held you still by straddling your legs, while his hands expertly tie your wrists together with the very rope keeping your toga on. 

“Please sir, please I’ll do anything.” You whimper as tears fall from your grey eyes. The god ignores you and takes the chain set under the rock by Zeus himself and begins to connect your now-restrained wrists to it. You were trapped, and you could only pray to the gods, any of them, to show you any mercy. 

“There. No need to cry, little one. You are a divine sacrifice for a god that has a lot of power. Don’t struggle, it makes him angry.” Poseidon said, and he tightened his already perfected knot in the rope. 

He stepped back from your crying form and looked up to the sky. “I come to give the debt I owe! Isn’t she enough, father??” He shouts his arms opening. The sea is uneasy, his emotions controlling the tide. 

Thunder claps and you know Zeus is present. “No, brother. Not now.” Poseidon growls, the intention of this sacrifice going to his father, not his sibling. 

The rain soaks into your skin and clothes causing the thin band holding your breasts and underwear to become sheer and see-through. Poseidon took notice of your exposed body and paused his message to his father. Making his way to you, he smirks as he sees you trying to move your wrists from the sturdy, iron padlock connecting them to the chain. “It’s no use, ομορφιά μου (my beauty).” 

You don’t look at him, your futile attempts at escaping only end in failure. He growls when you ignore him, not acknowledging his clear compliment at calling you “his beauty.” Approaching you, he knelt down in front of you and roughly pulled you to face him by your chin. The moment his eyes met yours, an epiphany hit. 

“You’re blind?” He asks, pulling his hand away from you like you were a leper. He knew his father would never take such a broken sacrifice. “Disgusting.” He spat while he stood up. He begins to walk away, your ears barely picking up on his steps thumping in the sand. 

“W-wait! Wait please let me go! I wan-want to go home!” You shout his way, but the god only ignores you walking into the sea and leaving you exposed for anything. 

In a sense, you were grateful that you were no longer Poseidon's sacrifice. But you were still stuck in your current situation, so you went to your last resort. You started to call out, shout, scream, to anyone who you thought could save you. An hour had passed and your voice was nothing more than a croak. 

You were starting to believe that you were going to die on a God's beach with no one in sight to help you. However, someone was watching from afar. A woman who fears to look at you without the knowledge that you are blind. But she was in the same position as you, and she wanted to help you. Yet, she hasn’t had anyone to keep for herself. 

So she considered. Would she be just as evil and selfish as Poseidon for taking you? Could she make you believe that she rescued you and instead not let you leave her cave? Stheno and Euryale would most likely not approve, Wandas sisters love her and only want what is best for her. The snakes on Wanda’s head hissed in question, Lucky gently rubbing her scaly head against her cheek. 

“I know, I really shouldn’t. But she was a victim of that retched god too. Maybe I can finally feel in control… when I am in control of her? I- I don’t want to turn her to stone…” Fang hissed in response, her tongue tickling her opposite cheek. “I could blind fold her, and you’re right, she needs someone to take care of her. She looks like she’s about to die right there. That bastard…” Wanda says to Fang, starting her journey from the beach's small cliffs to the rock you were restrained to. 

Before she makes it to you, she gathers the fruit that fell when the god took you and sets them back into the basket. Then she reaches for your discarded dress and picks it up as well. Finally, she reaches you. Her heart breaks when she sees you. Your wrists are rubbed raw, blood soaking the brown rope surrounding them, tears are stained on your cheeks and your eyes are closed. 

Wanda rips a piece of cloth from your toga and kneels down next to you. Peacefully asleep, you are still as she ties the cloth around your eyes. With the blindfold on, Wanda leans her head down to the rope encasing your injured wrists, one of her snakes near the back of her head — the one with much sharper fangs — begins to chew on the rope. The rope broke free and your arms fell loosely to your lap. 

The smallest whimper left your mouth, exhaustion keeping you fast asleep. Wanda admired your stoic look, your exposed chest moving up and down slowly with each breath you took. She sighs softly, knowing how it felt to be left exposed, for anyone to come across. Her empathy grew as she looked at you, your nipples were seen through the sheer fabric of your strophic (greek bra) and the wind nipped at your skin causing goosebumps to pebble. 

Shaking her head and mentally cursing the sea god, she wraps the fabric of your dress around your body; Adding a length of seaweed to keep it secured to your waist. Oh so gently, she lifted your unconscious body into her arms smiling as your head rolled against her chest. Lucky and Fang were eager to meet you, both of their heads trying to get as close to you as possible. 

“Hey, you’ll get to meet her when we go back home, ok? I promise,” Wanda chuckles, and the snakes pull their bodies back to their place closer to her scalp. 

The journey to her cave was not very far, just around the bend of the cliff. North of where you were destined to be sacrificed. She took care with each step taken, making sure that her prized possession was still asleep, and comfortable. Lucky and Fang looked over you as you slept, keeping their distance until Wanda let them say hi. As scary as they may look, they are all puppies at heart.

Chills crept up your spine as Wanda entered the cave with you in her arms, and goosebumps began to pebble on your skin. She takes notice, gently laying you down on her straw bed in the dim fire-lit cave. Your head lulled to the side, causing Wanda to jump slightly, forgetting that you had the blindfold on to protect you. 

Stheno and Euryale were surprised to see another woman besides their little sister inhabiting the cave, and they curiously looked over your unconscious body. 

“Wanda? Who is this sleeping woman?” Said Stheno, creeping quietly behind her sister. 

“I don’t know her name yet, but I saved her from an untimely death. Poseidon had gotten ahold of her, hoping for a sacrifice, but was unsatisfied by her,” Wanda explains, sighing as she drags her knuckle down your lightly textured cheek. “That bastard is nothing but trouble.” She sighs, trying her hardest to not look at her sisters, understanding that even immortals can turn to stone with one gaze at her eyes.

Euryale eyed Stheno, worried that Wanda may be turning into someone she swore to never become. 

“Did she come willingly?” Euryale asked, settling her wings against her feathered back. 

“She hasn’t woken up yet, but I am sure that she will understand, right?” Wanda was anxious about your awakening, your acceptance of your stay was appreciated and not feared. “Should we wait outside until she wakes up?” 

Wanda's older sisters nod their heads. “I don’t want to frighten her when she opens her eyes. I believe we would be some of the last monsters she would want to see.” Of course, they don’t know that you are unable to see…

“I will go tend to the sheep,” Euryale said.

“I will go set up a fire on the beach and start cooking your meal,” Stheno said, both creatures leaving to do their tasks. 

“And I will go help, and wait for my sleeping beauty to awaken.” Wanda says with a smile, softly swiping her thumb over your cheek. 

~~~~~~~

The same as every other day, your eyes open to a blur of shapes and colors. However, this time is different- you are met with complete darkness, the atmosphere is cold and almost damp, and the scent of salt water fills your nose. There is cloth over your eyes, something you don’t take mind to. Trying to find where you are, you feel around your surroundings to retrieve your guiding stick only to be met with sand, small rocks, and straw. These sensations were familiar but not something you would regularly wake up to. 

Standing up, you struggle to navigate through the cave you concluded you were in, reaching for a wall or something to stabilize yourself with. You let out a sigh of relief as your hand reached a rocky wall. Now you were stuck, you didn’t know what way led out of the cave. 

“Hello?” You call out, your voice echoing through the cave. Your head turns in the opposite direction as you hear padded footprints against the sand. Your worries heightened, unknowing of the person approaching you. 

“Hello dear, I’m so glad to see that you are awake, how do you feel?” The smooth voice of a woman is heard. Gentle, yet assertive. Confusion melts across your face and you take an unintentional step back, causing a slight hissing from the woman in front of you. 

“I- I feel fine, wh- where am I?” You ask, distressed and scared. Being unable to see every day was fine with you, as long as you knew where you were. That fear skyrocketed the moment you woke up in a new environment. 

“No need to worry about that, sweetheart. Come with me,” The woman said, and with a soft hand, she grabbed yours. The unexpected contact started you, but you followed nonetheless. 

“Who are you, a-and why am I here? I want to go back to my home, please.” Cracks in your voice made Wanda turn to face you, only to be met with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

She sighs and stops just at the entrance of the cave. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry, you are safe here now. That god won’t get you here.” 

“God?” You don’t remember what had happened the night before, your memory fogging up after falling at the crossroads. “What do you mean, “safe now?” I just want to get back home, the fruit was so expensive.” 

Pulling away from Wanda, you grab at the cloth around your eyes. The fabric falls from your head and hits the ground faster than Wanda can stop you. Panic fills her system, and she quickly turns her head away from you, her head of red snakes following. 

A soft red tendril of energy hits your temple, and you fall unconscious. Before your body hits the ground, Wanda turns and catches you just in time. Guilt takes over her as she looks at your sleeping form, Lucky and Fang are equally as concerned for you as their host. 

The scaled head of Fang nudges against Wanda's cheek, a small hiss emitting from her mouth. “Yes, she’s ok. She was nervous and wanted to see where she was, I know that. Im just going to put her by the fire until she wakes up.” She responds to Fang, her little eyes rolling as she gently taps his head from getting any closer to you. 

As gently as she can, Wanda lifts you into her arms and brings you out to the fire that Stheno lit. She sits down and lays your head in her lap, softly brushing a few grains of sand from your cheek. A groan emits from your closed lips and you subconsciously roll your body closer to the warm fire. It brings you a sense of safety a blanket could never do justice. 

But the feeling of being so close to Wanda felt just as safe, even though you did not know where you were or who you were even with. Her presence gave you a comfort that you hadn’t felt before. Her soft toga rubbed against your cheek, and you nuzzled into it subconsciously. Wanda’s lips turned up into a smile, petting your hair with a gentle hand. The sensation begins to wake you up, pulling you from your forced slumber. Slowly your eyes open, the dull shade of yellow filling your blurred and confined field of vision. 

The blindfold was still on, however, you didn’t mind this time. Whoever’s hold you are in made it clear that they do not want to be seen. Although you are unable to see, you keep your eyes glued to the fire in front of you, the light slightly dimmed by the blindfold. 

“Are you awake, dear?” Wanda’s voice sounds from above you, and you nod your head that lays in her lap. 

“Who are you?” You ask, your voice filled with curiosity but not fear. 

“My name is Wanda, and you are here with my sisters Stheno and Euryale. You are safe, sweetheart.” Wanda responds, her knuckle softly dragging down your cheek. She smiles as you begin to sit up, allowing you to fully sit next to her. 

Your next question was quick to exit, “Where are we? I was on my way home but was turned around,” You explained your situation, leaving out the part where the god almost sacrificed you to his father but left you for the dead when he decided you were not good enough. “I hear water,” You point out. 

“Yes, we are on the beach a ways North from Athens. You needed help, as when I found you, you were chained to a rock,” Wanda said bluntly. “But you’re safe now,” Her snakes hissed at the thought of the woman in front of them being used as a sacrifice, but Wanda was quick to hush them. “And what is your name, sweetheart?” 

The feelings of the rope around your wrists caused you to cringe in disgust, your arms wrapping around yourself.

“R-right…” You respond, trying to get the thought of death from your mind. Shaking your head, you sigh softly and lean back on one hand, answering Wanda's question, “My name is Y/n.”

“What a beautiful name, but I think I’ll stick to calling you sweetheart. Is that alright?” Wanda asks, her finger softly brushing over the exposed skin of your arm. A small smile grows on your lips and you nod. 

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be,” You say, a small giggle leaving your mouth. “I- um, I do have to ask. Why am I blindfolded?” The question was burning at the back of your skull for what seemed to be hours. From the first time you woke up to now, you had been aching for an answer. 

Wanda hesitates. When she was turned by Athena, she never looked at her sisters. Even though they were immortal, they could still turn to stone if they met her gaze with their own. You hear a soft sigh and her soft voice tainted with sadness answer, “There is a dangerous creature around here that has the ability to turn any entity into stone once you look into her eyes. I cover your eyes for the purpose of protection.” 

“But I can’t see,” You protest, reaching for the fabric. Wanda's hand wraps around your wrist as she stops you. “No, you don’t understand, I can’t see, even with the blindfold off. I was born blind," you explain, trying to help the woman in front of you understand that you were not in danger. 

“Blind?” Wanda asks, your hands falling into hers as you move to your knees. “Meaning, you are unable to see anything?” 

You nod, hoping she can see you. “Yes. There are only blobs of color here and there, but other than that, I can’t see a thing.” It was always difficult to explain what you could see. There was no reason it should be this hard as you could always say: ‘I can’t see anything,’ but you always go to the ‘blob of color’ explanation first. 

“I don’t want to risk it, sweetheart. Blind or not, we don’t know who is not affected by her power,” She pauses, “Ive only just begun to get to know you, I don’t want to talk to a statue of such a beautiful woman.” 

You feel heat rise from your neck, to your cheeks, all the way up to your ears. Her compliment makes you smile brightly. “O-oh, thank you…” You say, shyly looking away from her. “I understand, but, I really don’t think I will be affected, honestly!” You attempt to grab the blindfold again, this time successfully ripping it from your head. The fabric falls to the ground and you blink to allow your eyes to settle back to normal. “If I can’t see the creature, I don’t think it will be a bother,” You smile.

Wanda sighs and closes her eyes, pulling her gaze away from your beautiful figure. She hums as she feels your hand against her shoulder, your thumb softly rubbing over her skin. “May I feel your face? I would love to have an idea of what you look like to others,” You ask her, not wanting to seem too forward with your request. “Only if you allow it…” 

Wanda keeps her head down, her snakes moving down to your hand to move their little tongues over your skin to learn more about you. 

“Oh, oh? What are these?” She hears you say. She is taken aback by the giggling she hears next. “They’re tickling me,” You say, your sweet laughter filling the air. “Is this your hair?” Your finger hovers in the air just above her shoulder and the rest of the snakes lick it as well. 

Wanda’s silence is enough to answer your question. 

“I wish I could see them, they all seem so gent- ow! Except this little one,” Fang, still a little nervous to be around a new face, bites down on your finger. It was not as painful as you thought it would have been. Wanda jumped at your pain and immediately tapped Fang’s head to discipline her. 

“No biting! She is a friend, not an enemy!” Wanda whisper-shouts at her, and you giggle quietly to yourself. “I apologize for her behavior, she knows better.” The snake hisses in return and she sighs as she moves her gaze up just a little bit. Her eyes land on your beautiful breasts, your nipples showing through the thin fabric of your toga. Wanda knows she should not be lusting, but she can’t help it. 

You tilt your head at her scolding her head of red snakes, and your hand falls. “I don’t want to intrude on your home. Thank you for saving me, Wanda, but I best be on my way,” You say, standing up. Carefully, you try to reach around for a stick of some sort, nothing close to you. All you can do is stand awkwardly, trying to keep calm as you listen to the waves crashing against the sand. 

“No, you need to rest, sweetheart. You’ve had a long day, so why don’t you sit down and we can eat? Stheno has made some bread, and the chicken is just about done.” Wanda tries everything in her power to make you stay, not wanting to force you just yet. In her mind, she knows she will make you stay. 

Your stomach rumbles, and Wanda chuckles. “It seems like your hunger has spoken for itself, so lets sit you down again.” 

Before Wanda is able to help you sit down, or protest about anything for that matter, you reach up to feel her face, your eyes meeting hers. Although you were unable to see her beautiful green and red mixed eyes, she saw your grey ones. Your irises held no color, and a scar-like line of [your original eye color] strikes through your right eye. 

You didn’t turn to stone…

“Wanda… Wanda look!” Stheno exclaims. The woman you are looking up at tilts her head, her power not working on you. 

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You ask, retracting your hands from her cheeks. Instantly, she pulls them back. 

“No, no you didn’t hurt me, sweetheart. I- I am just surprised… my power, it didn’t work,” She says, churning confusion inside of your head. 

“Power?” You pause, putting two and two together. “The creature you mentioned… the one that can turn people to stone, you are her… aren’t you?” 

Wanda nods, your hands moving with her head. “Yes, and, I was trying to protect you, but-”

Your thumb gently brushes over her lips, the rest of your fingers ghosting over her facial structure, sculpting a picture in your mind. “I’ve only heard legends of a so called “monster” in these parts. But I have yet to meet a monster… Besides that god that tried to sacrifice me of course, but you? You are no monster.”

Your words made Wanda's heart melt. She has me wrapped around her finger already… there was no way I was letting her go. Her inner thoughts were loud, and she smiled softly as your fingers grazed her lips again. 

“I’m very. Much aware of my inability to see what most people can with their eyes. But…” You pause, your hand cupping her jaw. “I do see your heart, and I think you’re absolutely beautiful. You took me in when I was vulnerable and scared, and I can’t thank you enough… You are no monster, Wanda.” You whisper, smiling as you feel Wanda’s arms curl around your waist, pulling you against her body. 

“We’ve only just met, sweetheart…are you already falling for me?” Wanda teases, making you giggle as you lay your hand on her shoulder and drop your head to her chest. 

“I might be… or I might just be hungry,” You prod back, your stomach doing somersaults as her lips press to your forehead in a soft kiss. “I hope its the former…”

~~~~~~~

As the night went on, you, Wanda, and her sisters enjoyed the food. You were happy you got to know Wanda a bit more while you talked amongst yourselves. She told you about her troubles with Poseidon, and how she became the 'monster' everybody claims her to be. She mentioned how she is still mortal and will die a death as any other mortal would. 

It saddened you that she considered herself a ‘monster’, but you comforted her every time. She was not a monster in your mind. She was a victim who was punished for someone else’s doing, as were you. Although it was Poseidon who made his father angry, he punished you by trying to sacrifice you. You found common ground with Wanda. 

“I think we will head into the cave for the night,” Said Stheno, nudging Euryale. “Just be sure to put the fire out when you both are done.” 

Wanda nodded at her older sisters, shooing them away as she turned back to you. “It is such a beautiful night… I wish you could experience it the way I am,” She said to you, her fingernails tickling your arm as you lay in her lap. Her heart flutters at the feeling of your body weight in her lap, it grounded her. 

“I can see how beautiful it is by feeling it,” You turn your body so you are looking up at Wanda, her snakes curiously looking back down at you. “I feel a small breeze against my skin, and I can hear the waves crashing against the sand. I can smell the salt coming from the sea, and I can hear your breaths. All of these things are such a beautiful image to me.” 

Wanda’s lips pull up into a smile, a real, genuine smile. It had been so long since she felt as happy as this. It had been so long since she felt so carefree. As you spoke about your experience with your other senses, Wanda softly caressed your cheek. She hums quietly as she notices goosebumps form on your arms. “I have taken my sight for granted,” She says suddenly, taking in everything you said about feeling everything surrounding you. 

“To a deaf person, I have taken my hearing for granted as well, but I am grateful that I can hear your voice,” You counter her thoughts, wanting to make her not feel so guilty about her advantage of sight. 

“Your thoughts are just as beautiful as you are, sweetheart,” Wanda pauses, her fingers moving from your cheek to your neck. Slowly she moves closer to the dip in your dress, your breasts now free from their undergarments, and lying loosely behind the fabric of your toga. “You have the body of a goddess, the mind of a sage, and such a sweet personality.” 

Her hand gently cups your breast, nimble fingers rubbing over your hardened nipple, peaking through the white dress. Your hand goes to hers, holding it still. She freezes, “Can I see you, sweetheart? All of you?” She asks, knowing exactly how it felt being forced to submit to someone much more powerful than her.

As you sit upright, you untie the piece of seaweed holding your dress around your body, the sleeves sliding down past your shoulders finally revealing your round, perfectly shaped breasts. Wanda sucks in a soft breath, an aching in her belly starting to form. She needed you, badly. 

From her crossed-legged position on the ground, Wanda moves to her knees. You can sense her shifting, and you look around to follow the noises. Wanda's smooth hands softly guide you to your back, laying you gently against the sand below you. She then slowly pulls the rest of your dress off, exposing the rest of your beautiful body. “You are even more than I imagined…” She whispers, leaning down close to your chest. 

She presses a kiss to the valley of your bosom, moving her lips up your sternum and to your neck, hovering just over your jugular. You can feel her smile against your neck and you turn your head to expose more skin to her. 

The goddess above you couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Looking at your perfect body from her perspective was riveting, and it drove her mad. Her breath fanned against your lips, your body frozen and waiting for her to kiss you. That dull aching in Wanda's core grew, and she leaned down to kiss you deeply. Your arms wrapped around her neck, and you giggled as some of her snakes licked your hands. But Wanda wanted something else. 

Her eyes began to glow a bright red, her head of snakes wrapping around your wrists. You gasped but allowed it to happen. As she leaned down lower, her snakes held your arms to the ground, holding you open and exposed to Wanda. As she continued to kiss you, her hand crept down your belly and to the soft hairs of your mound. She rubbed your petals, smirking against your lips as she could feel how wet you already were. 

“Mmm, are you all wet just for me, sweet girl?” She whispers against your lips, chuckling softly as you nod desperately. “Such a good girl,” Her fingers finally dip between your wet folds, perfectly rubbing your button of nerves. A moan leaves your mouth, your legs spreading to give her more access. 

“Feels s-so good, W-wanda,” You whimper, never feeling such great pleasure before. Your back arched against the cool sand, your arms still pinned to the sides of your head. Squeezing your eyes shut, you saw starts as the tight coil in your core began to form. 

“I can feel that you’re close, sweet heart,” Wanda mumbles darkly against your cheek. Your mind clouded with a lustful mist, your legs shaking as your orgasm came crashing down upon you just as the waves did the sand. A loud moan leaves your mouth, Wanda's name being cried out by the woman underneath her. 

Your breaths come out in soft pants, gulping in as much air as you can as your orgasm calms down. But Wanda is far from done. Her snakes uncoil from your wrists and she moves her lips down your body, her mouth meeting your dripping folds. You let out a whimper, your clit sensitive from her previous ministrations. “Relax, sweet girl…” She whispers, “I need to taste you,”

Her lips close on your engorged clit, swirling her tongue in just the right way to make you moan her name. She spreads open your pussy with one hand, her fingers prodding at your tight hole with the other, and you jolt in surprise at the sudden intrusion. Wanda's snakes are quick to calm you down, their heads rubbing against your thighs in gentle circles. 

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well,” Wanda says, two of her long fingers sliding into your soaking hole, a whimper leaving your mouth at the same time. “Keep making those cute little sounds, love,” She eggs you on and you give in to every command. 

Your moans are music to her ears, the frequent movement of her fingers pulling each mewl from your throat. A ‘pop’ is sounded as her lips suctioned off of your clit, but returning soon after.

Her fingers move faster, and her tongue moving around your clit pushes you over the edge, causing your second orgasm to flow through you. Your juices squirt out of your quivering hole, soaking Wanda’s face along with some of her snakes. 

“Oh… how beautiful, and delicious you taste, sweetheart.” Wanda smiles against your pussy, pressing her lips to the top of your mound softly and kissing up your body. Her lips wrap around one of your nipples, and your hand reaches to find her pussy. 

“Wanna feel you…” You say, rubbing your hand over her belly and lower, finally reaching her pussy as you push your hand under her dress. 

“By all means. You are mine and I am yours,” Wanda says, resuming the pleasure of your nipple. 

You feel her clit, rubbing her in slow circles at first. Slowly, your fingers move to her hole as well, gently easing into her and smiling as you hear a moan from her mouth. The vibrations from her throat send more pleasure through your nipples, pulling more moans from your own mouth. 

As you move your fingers in and out of her wet cunt, the palm of your hand rubs against her clit. You can feel her body shake, her breath quiver, and her breasts against your own body. All sensations you never thought you would love so dearly. 

Wanda is close, and she leans up from your nipples to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, her hole clenching around your fingers as she cums. You swallow her moans, your free hand coming up to cup her cheek as you return the kiss. 

“Wands,” You whisper, not moving away just yet. Gently, you slide your fingers from her pussy, bringing them to your mouth and seductively sucking her juices off of your digits. “Such a ravishing taste, my love,” 

Hearing those last two words made Wanda's stomach do backflips. Belonging to someone was all she wanted, and she wanted you to belong only to her. “Your love?” She asks, pulling away just to see your lips move. 

“My love, Wanda,” You confirm, smiling as you lean up to kiss her again. 

~~~~~~~

It is long past midnight, and Wanda has you in her arms, both of your naked bodies pressed against each other. With your head on her chest, you can hear her heartbeat, the soft thumping calming and lulling you to sleep. 

“Thank you for saving me, Wanda. I- I don’t know what how I can express to you how grateful I am,” 

That sparks an idea in Wanda’s head. You were a kind and loving soul, most likely willing to do anything to repay someone for their own kindness. So, she makes her plan fall right into place. 

“Stay with me? Live here with me and my sisters? We all can tend to you, help you navigate, and we can even go to the village just East of here. But stay, please?” Wanda asks you, her lips gently pressing against your head as you think. 

“I have no one back where I am from. They all shunned me because I couldn’t see. I can’t say no to such an amazing and thoughtful proposal as this,” You sit up, maneuvering your body to straddle her lap as she leans against the rock that was settled closer to the water. You nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, Lucky gently laying her head on yours as well, and you close your eyes. “I would love to stay with you, only you. Forever.” 

[ravenromanova]

First time

Parings: Wanda x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!! Mommy kink, Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Tribbing, strap on, vibrator and blindfolding. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~ It was quiet in the compound for once which is nice. The only things that could be heard was the crackling of the fire place, the christmas playlist you put on and your lovely girlfriend making dinner. This was your first christmas with Wanda since you and her made it official and you were incredibly nervous.

You wanted to make this holiday the best for her after everything she has been through. She had told you a few months after she joined the team just how much she loved christmas and how magical it was with her family. So in turn you wanted to make this the most perfect christmas she’s ever had.

The plan was that after dinner you two would exchange the gifts you had gotten for each other. And then you planned on taking her to your room which was set up with christmas lights, candles, pillows and some other gifts for Wanda.

“Dinner is almost done malysh” Wandas soft voice echoed through the kitchen and living room and you got up to go sit at the dining room table. As you sat at the table you took a moment to admire how pretty she looked. Her fiery hair was tied into a bun, Her face was bare so you could see all her freckles, She had on one of your hoodies on along with some black sleep shorts. To you she was the epitome of beauty she was your own disney princess in your eyes.

Once dinner was done she plated the paprikash and then walked over to the table. You gratefully took the food as she handed it to you with a smile on your face.

“Thank you baby” You beamed as you started eating the food. “I swear youre the best cook to exist” Wanda smiled at your praise as a blush crept over her cheeks.

“Thank you malysh” She said still blushing as she ate her food. “Oh i also was wondering if you wanted to make cookies tonight” Wanda asked with a child like gleam in her eyes.

“Well i have a few things planned for tonight my love but we can make cookies first thing in the morning if thats okay?” You didn’t want to give to much of your plan away but you also didn’t want her to feel rejected. “I promise my plan is a lot better than cookies” You continued hoping she wouldn’t be upset.

“Okay!” She said happily. “You’re definitely better than cookies so i think i’ll make an exception…just this once” She pointed her fork at you and the both of you broke out into giggles.

After the laughter died down the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you continued eating. Once the two of you were finished you grabbed the plates and started cleaning up since Wanda had cooked.

“Go sit by the tree my love” You said from the kitchen to which Wanda obeyed and patiently waited for you to return.

You finished cleaning up and then made the two of you hot chocolate and then sat next to her. “Okay so i have a few of your gifts down here and then the rest are upstairs” You started as you handed her the the gifts that you had gotten her. “I want you to open these before we go upstairs” Wanda nodded as she gratefully took the gifts.

She started opening the gifts with a smile on her face which quickly turned to confusion when she opened a red lace lingerie set. “What’s this?” She asked holding the piece up with an eyebrow raised.

“Well i saw that in the store when i was shopping so i got it for you” You said cheekily and then she opened the next one. Wanda then held up a pair of handcuffs with a curious look.

“And what is this for?” Wanda asked again and you slowly moved closer to her.

“That is for tonight my love” You husked in her ear before you softly bit it. Wanda shivered under you touch and she could feel wetness pool in between her thighs.

See the thing is you and Wanda had been dating for about six months now but you’ve never had sex. It wasnt that you didn’t want to but you didn’t want to rush her into anything and make her uncomfortable. But within these past couple of weeks you could tell Wanda was starting to get antsy. She had started drooping subtle hints that she wanted you in a more intimate way. So you teased her a little and decided that christmas was the perfect time to have your first time with Wanda.

“Do you mean what i think you mean?” She asked breaking you out of your thoughts. You smiled at the redhead and nodded to which she quite literally jumped on you,

“I thought tonight would be the perfect night for me to show you just how much i love you” You said as your hands came to rest on her hips. Wanda smiled and grabbed your face as she brought you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. Instinctively she started grinding her hips down on your thigh.

“Please” She begged. “I need you malysh” Wandas breath got caught in her throat when you pushed her clothed core against your thigh even more.

“How can i say no to you?” You asked with a smug smile as you swiftly picked her up and brought her to your room.

When the two of you got to your room her eyes lit up like the lights on the tree. Wanda hopped out of your arms and went to admire the set up you made for her. There were her favorite red and white lights, her favorite rose water and ivy candles from bath and body works, you placed her favorite snacks on the bed side table, her favorite blankets were scattered on the bed along with some extra soft pillows.

“You did all of this for me?” She asked with slight tears in her eyes as she looked up at you. You smiled softly as you took her face in your hands and kissed her with the same passion as before.

“Of course i did. You deserve the best babygirl” Your voice was soft as you spoke making her blush. And before she knew it you were laying her against the pillows on her back.

You took a moment to admire how beautiful she looked right now. Her fiery red hair was sprawled out on the pillows, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and god those tiny shorts she’s wearing was making you crazy. She giggled as she watched you practically drool over her and beckoned you over with her finger.

“What other gifts do you have for me?” Wanda asked curiously as you loomed over her. You smiled as you reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it. Then you quickly pulled out a red vibrator, a black and red strap along with and black silk blindfold.

“These are the other gifts i have for you my love” You said with a smile as you settled yourself in between her thighs.

Her eyes widened with wonder and excitement as she looked at the toys you laid out for her.

“P-Please fuck me” She begged starting to feel the pulse in between her thighs become even stronger.

“Anything for you” You smiled and kissed her passionately. And while you were lost in the way your girlfriend tasted she quickly removed both of your clothes with a flick of her wrist.

You were quick to start leaving wet open mouth kisses along her neck and chest making her mewl. Wanda grew impatient and shoved your shoulders down to where she needed you the most.

“Patience darling” You warned them grabbed the blindfold. “What’s your color baby?” You asked caressing her cheek.

“Green so fucking green” She said almost pathetically and you chuckled at her eagerness.

“Good girl” You praised with a smile placing the blindfold over her eyes. You then started kissing her chest again and bringing one of her nipples in your mouth and started sucking harshly.

“Oh god” She moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around her sensitive nub. Wanda clawed at your back as you moved to her other one giving it the same amount of attention as the other.

“So fucking pretty” You praised her again moving down to her dripping core.

You then licked a stripe from her pussy to clit making her moan out loudly. Wanda nearly combusted when you wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking harshly on it. Her sounds were the prettiest you could’ve ever imagined.

“Oh fuck mommy” She screamed as you shoved two fingers into her and started massaging her walls. You started hitting her g-spot making her back arch off the bed and her walls involuntarily clench around your fingers.

“Please don’t stop” Her words were broken as they left her lips making you smile as you ate her out. You continued your assault on her pussy like a woman starved and she loved it.

“You taste so fucking good baby” That was what made the flood gates burst and Wanda came all over your face with a scream.

“Give me another and then i’ll make you cum with the strap.” Wanda nodded at your words. The fact that she couldn’t see what you were doing drove her insane but yet turned her on even more. In all honesty Wanda loved not being able to see what you were doing because it added to the erotica of it all.

You parted her lips with your fingers before you started to solely focus on her clit. The feeling of you sucking on her already sensitive nub again was making her second orgasm build up faster than before. You moaned as you ate the witch out which sent vibrations straight into her core. Wanda clawed at your back again leaving red marks.

She squirmed and wiggled under your touch which made you hold down her hips with your free arm. “Hold still baby” You commanded to which she nodded and tried to stay still.

Wanda could feel her orgasm come closer and you started sucking harder. “OH FUCK MOMMY!” She screamed as she squirted all over your face leaving a mess on you and the bed.

“Such a good girl” You smiled coming back up to her and giving her a sloppy kiss to which she moaned at the taste of herself.

“Color?” You asked softly making sure she was okay and taking off the blindfold which made her smile.

“Still green malysh” Wanda smiled and started kissing your neck making you hum in acknowledgement.

“You ready for the strap baby?” Wanda nodded enthusiastically at your words and you laughed.

So you quickly put on the strap and handed her the vibrator. “Use this while i fuck you” You told her as you turned it on for her.

“Yes mommy” She nodded with a big smile on her face. When she put the vibrator on her clit she immediately moaned out in pleasure.

You settled between her thighs and placed the strap against her slit before slowly inching yourself in. Wanda’s head flew back against the pillows as you bottomed out. Her walls involuntarily clenched around the strap as you gave her time to adjust.

“Move mommy please” She begged to which you immediately obliged and started moving at a slow pace at first.

You quickly picked up the pace and started fucking her a little harder. “Oh fuck” She mewled as you started going harder. Between you fucking her into tomorrow and the steady vibrations on her clit she knew she wouldn’t last long.

“You look so pretty wrapped around mommy’s cock baby” You stated as you watched her pussy swallow your strap. The sight was so pretty her walls clenched around the strap as her juices flowed out of her god you were addicted.

“I-I’m gonna cum again mommy” She whimpered as the strap hit her spot over and over again.

“Give it to me baby come on” You demanded as you started thrusting faster and harder. Wanda turned off the vibrator and tossed it on the bed before she pulled you to her needing you closer.

“O-Oh fuck!” She moaned holding onto your shoulders as her third orgasm crashed over her. The orgasm was so intense she saw white spots as she tried to calm her breathing.

You gave her a second before you slowly pulled out of her making her whine at the loss of you. But her protests her cut short after you took the strap off and threw it on the floor before you laid next to her.

“You did so good baby” You praised giving her a kiss on the forehead as you wrapped you arms around her bringing her in to your chest.

“That was amazing” She said with a smile as her emerald eyes looked up at you.

“You were amazing” Your words made her smile even bigger and she nuzzled into your chest. “I need to clean you up mama don’t fall asleep yet” Wanda shook her head in protest. “Baby come on” You tried again but the witch still shook her head.

“No” She protested and flicked her wrist again and suddenly you were both clothed again and she was clean.

“You’re ridiculous” You chuckled at her actions shaking your head a little.

“But you love me” Wanda said innocently with a smug smile.

“You’re right i do love you” You kissed her head and then pulled the blanket over the both of you.

The two of you quickly fell asleep holding onto each other and relishing in you first time. It was everything you could’ve ever wanted. She was everything you ever wanted.

~The end~

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Praise Kink w/ MILF!Wanda Maximoff

a/n: okay y'all listen, this is kind of a dark fic but not really? still, i would read with a little bit of caution if you're sensitive to cheating. GUYS. you CANNOT blame me for the choices i made in this fic!!! this is pure fiction and i don't condone this AT ALL.

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The air was tense as Wanda bid her husband farewell, a loving smile on her face as she kissed his cheek and sent him on his way. But you knew better, even from where you stood in the kitchen, washing the dishes in the sink.

You were the boys' babysitter, though they weren't home seeing as though you just took them to their sports practices. Vision didn't find it strange that even though the kids weren't at home that you and Wanda hungout with each other. In fact, he rather found it a good thing seeing as though he worked a lot and his wife got the extra help.

And a good thing it was indeed.

After he finally left, the house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the delicate noise of Wanda's flat covered feet padding over to stand behind you. Her energy was dark and intense, like a predator stalking it's prey. Her hands rested on your hips as she kissed up the side of your neck, pressing her lips against your pulse point.

Your head fell to the side, a pleasurable sigh slipping from between your lips. Your scrubbing paused, indulging in the redhead's affections.

"I missed you, darling." She whispered into the shell of your ear. Her dainty hands trailed up the front of your plush body, undoing the button of your jeans to slip it inside the band of your panties. A gasp tumbled from your lips when the pads of her fingers met your damp slit.

"Ah— I-I missed you too." You breathed out.

Her fingers descended towards your clit where she drew tight circles around it. Your hips lurched forwards and her kisses on your naked skin grew harsher, playfully nibbling on your earlobe.

"Gah! Fuck!" You cried. Your hands now rested on the edge of the counter where the sink was built into, your digits digging into the marble and metal basin.

The first finger of a very long night ahead of you penetrated your entrance. It felt like their air had been stolen out of your lungs as she massaged the sensitive padding of your g-spot.

Her praise only came when you clenched around her, sucking her in further until she had no choice but to enter a second.

"Good girl." She purred. "You're taking my fingers so well." You mewled when she put her thumb on your clit, but now she drew intelligible shapes and swirls on it. With every press of her pad drew you closer to your orgasm.

"I can already imagine how fucking dirty you look right now." She swore. You could hear the smirk on her pretty red lips, which was now probably smeared all over your neck. "Letting me fuck you open in my kitchen, mhm." She tsked.

"Wanda…" You whined in embarrassment, even though it came out more like a huff. "It's okay, baby." She teased. You squeezed your eyes shut, the familiar coil of pleasure threatening to snap in your gut.

"Cum for me, my sweet girl. I want to you feel cream all over my fingers."

With one last cry, and a few helpless grinds against her hand, you came. It was like there was an extra layer of pleasure that washed over you, and because your eyes were closed, you couldn't see the fact that Wanda was using her abilities to enhance your orgasm.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda…" You babbled, your legs quivering and clit throbbing in overstimulation.

She removed her fingers only to rub up and down your slit, smearing your cum and arousal all over your mound.

As you came down from your high, you felt her puffs of air hitting your ear.

"Don't get too tired, honey. We still have that new toy to try."

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The Three Mates: (Book 2) Omega Rising 🌈😁

Wandanat x female reader

Chapter 1&2 are up!!

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I can't believe book 2 is out!! And its all thanks to you!! The last book got over 72,000 hits!!! I hope y'all like this one just as much!😁 and if you still haven't read book 1 please give it a try before you try book 2 so it makes more sense 🌈😎

Nat, Wanda, and Yelena have woken up to find y/n and Kate missing. They will stop at nothing to get their mates back, but will there be nothing to get back by the time they discover where they've been taken? I guess you'll just have to read to find out 😎

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MARVELous New year!!

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[wandanatskitten]

WandaNat Scent Headcanons

I feel like everyone uses the same scents for female characters. At least in the fandoms I’m in. For some reason everyone smells like vanilla and I don’t like vanilla perfumes irl or cinnamon so here are other scents I think Wanda and Natasha smell like. Enjoy!!!

🍃Wanda smells fresh like…

• fresh cut grass on Sunday morning

• the impedance of rain coming in the afternoon

• the saltwater in the air as waves crash onto shore

• faint cucumber and mint that’s used in her body wash

• soft lavender from the epson salt that was used to soothe her muscles during her bath

🍬Wanda smells sweet like…

• the coconut that compliments her dark waves

• the apple that blooms behind citrus as her perfume spreads to the next note

• the burst of fresh waffle cones when you open the door to the ice cream shop

• amber that solidifies from sap

• maple dripping fresh from the trees

• peaches that compliment frozen margaritas in the summer

🥰Wanda smells warm and spicy like…

• ginger and cinnamon from homemade Christmas cookies

• toasted peppercorn preparing to be ground

• dark leather in a brand new car

• toasted anise and cloves that deepen the scent of dinner wafting through your home

🌲Natasha smells earthy like…

• fresh ground coffee in the mornings

• warm cardamom and sage

• the wood burning fire the counteracts your powder covered driveways; complimenting your living room

• sweet juniper that compliments the faint scent of soft vetiver

• toasted hazelnuts and ground nutmeg

• the blanketing scent of frankincense and citrusy bergamot

✨Natasha smells expensive like…

• faint hints of champagne that compliments a dark musk

• the intensity of saffron that fades into the softness of rose water

• the rich sweetness of honey to balance the spicy and nutty notes of tonka beans

• the deep smoke of whiskey with the light freshness of ripe blood oranges

• a garden of jasmine and patchouli

🫧Natasha smells clean like…

• eucalyptus that can brighten every room

• warm bedsheets fresh out the dryer

• lemon zest that coats the senses after grading its peel

• soft powders and soothing peppermint

• smooth camomile and cedar wood from her lingering body wash

[toxicmalysh]

Guys hear me outttt

Mommy Wanda with a belly bulge kink...

Word count: 1k+

Content warnings: Top mean mommy Wanda X GN!reader (I tried my best guys sorry) fingering (r recieving), strap on (r recieving), sadism, slight squirting, slight overstim, breeding kink, sexual punishments, ellusions to sexual manipulation. This is just pure filth guys

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Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of her fingers slipping in and out of your gummy walls. Wanda groaned at the way you throbbed around her…

“God you're so tight, pretty pet.. mommy will stretch you out..”

You swore she was talking to herself at the way she lowered her voice.

Wanda had wasted no time in getting you to your room after one of Tony's party's.

You had teased her for hours, thinking the most vulgar thoughts, knowing she would be listening.

You were now shaking against your shared bed, on the edge of your third orgasm…

You whined as Wanda spat on your clit,

“Such a pretty pussy…”

She gave it a harsh slap causing you to squirt a small amount, white heat filling your head.

“Oh you like that? You like when mommy spanks what's hers? What a dirty plaything I have..”

She pulled her hand away suddenly, seconds before your much needed orgasm.

“Mommy no-”

You immediately paused your protest as her green eyes pierced yours, a look of disgust on her face.

“Wait here… do not touch yourself.” her tone was cold and firm.

You nodded quickly as Wanda walked into the ensuite bathroom. You could hear the familiar sound of her strap fabric rubbing together. Fuck. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, your cunt gushing as you tried to ignore your clit begging for relief.

You squeezed your thighs together, rubbing them slightly.. your hands found your stiff nipples, already red and sore from Wanda's sadistic tendencies. Your eyes shut slowly as you pinched and pulled at your breasts feeling your wetness sticking to your thighs.

“Ow!” You called out after a sharp sting traveled from your thigh up your leg. Your eyes shot open, admiring the harm print that was left. You then looked over Wanda stood to the side of the bed.

"What did I say?"

She was wearing her strap as expected but the attachment was new. You gulped as you processed the size of the toy. It was massive, at least 9 inches in length. How were you supposed to take that?

“Not so brave now are we?” You rolled your eyes as Wanda climbed onto the bed. Her knees spread your thighs as her hand wrapped around your throat.

“Mommy doesn't like punishing you. She likes rewarding her good pet, but when you misbehave like tonight I have to teach you there are consequences for your actions. And now you think it's acceptable to roll your eyes at me?”

It was a lie, Wanda loved punishing you, hearing the whimpers fall from your lips, listening to the squelching sound you pussy made especially for punishments, watching the tears roll down your cheeks and admiring the marks that were left on your skin.

She wouldn't admit it but she would find an excuse to manipulate you into thinking showing you when you'd done something wrong just to spank you a few times.

“I'm sorry Wanda I just dont-” you were cut off by a harsh slap on your right breast. She practically spat her words out as she leaned closer to you, her hand still squeezing your throat.

“That's not my fucking name.”

“Mommy I'm sorry..”

Your eyes took in the large dildo as Wanda began quickly lining it up with your sloppy cunt.

“If you want to misbehave and act like a brat, I will treat you like one.”

She didn't bother spreading you wetness or her spit across the toy, she simply slid it into your slippery walls, whilst simultaneously pushing your thighs to your chest into a mating press.

You both watched in awe as you saw the tip of the toy through your stomach. You moaned loudly, feeling the toy in your gut, your eyes fixated on the moving head as she moved back and forth slowly, the bulge moving with the strap.

“Look at that.. such a greedy pussy.. all for mommy.”

You nodded, your hum a broken whimper as you nodded, your lip between your teeth. Holy fuck you felt full.

Wanda wanted to take it slow, and allow you to get use to the size of the toy, but watching it move from your stomach, she gave into her needs.

She growled as she placed one hand on the bulge, you pussy making a “schlick” noise as your back arched,

“Oh my god~.”

Your moan was broken, and throaty as your hands naturally reached for Wanda's back.

You felt tears prick at your eyes from the stinging sensation and the added pressure from Wanda's hand. It hurt, so, good.

And this was Wanda's plan, to mix pain with pleasure. Force guide you into that fuzzy headspace you loved so much, and give you so much pleasure, whilst hurting you, you associated the pair.

You craved pain. Your masochistic side growing from each spank, stretch, and pinch. It was addictive.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you naturally pulled Wanda closer to you. She pulled away suddenly, and you gasped as the toy was ripped from your gaping hole. Before you could complain, Wanda dragged you to the edge of your bed, she stood in front of you, with her hand still pressing your legs to your chest, the other pushing down on your stomach. Her left leg came up to rest on the bed beside you, as she slid the toy back into you. She was able to thrust much harder and faster.

Wanda was grunting as her eyes fixated on the moving bulge, you watched her eyes, her pupils blown and her mouth pulled into a sadistic smirk. The pressure of it all was sending you head first over the edge. Wanda's voice came out as a breathless, condescending tone as if she was asking a child the question.

“What if mommy did something to her cock?”

Your eyes looked down to her strap for a moment still memorised by the visible movement. You wanted to ask her to continue but your mouth opened in a silent moan as her hand moved to your swollen clit.

“What if mommy wanted to cum inside you hm? Oh you'd look so cute, all swollen, full of mommy's pups.”

A rush of red, hot, pleasure coursed through your whole body. You felt a flash of arousal leaking around her strap.

“You like that idea hm? Want mommy to fill your little tummy up?”

You nodded rapidly, your body paralyzed as you were seconds from falling over the edge.

“God, look at that.”

A red wisp of energy flicked your chin up forcing you to look at the bulge in your stomach once more.

You both moaned in unison, growling at the new found pleasure.

“Mom- mommy.. need to cum? Please? Cum?”

You couldn't even get your words out, broken from a consistent string of moans.

Wanda's eyes flickered up,

“Go on, cum for me, milk mommy's cock.”

You almost screamed as a throaty moan clawed its way from your lips. Your pussy spasmed around Wanda's cock, the toy slipping out slowly from the force of your orgasm. Your thighs vibrated uncontrollably as Wanda kept running circles around your overstimulated clit.

“I'm starting to think I need to come up with some new punishments…”

[wandanatsbaby]

Tried

pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader, wanda maximoff x sister reader, wanda maximoff. NaTasha romanoff

Warnings: cheating, blip, angst

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You tried. You had tried so hard to make things work between you and Natasha but in the end it seemed as if it was all for nothing.

You would go out of your way to bring her lunch, to spend time with her, to love her, to give her your everything but it seemed she would never do it back. Instead of hanging out with you or going on dates you would find her in Wanda's room with Wanda cuddled up close to her and Natasha holding her. She never did that with you. Always claiming that touch made her uncomfortable.

When she would have a bad day you tried your best to comfort her with sweet and reassuring words as well as taking her out and distracting her. When you had a bad day she would leave you by yourself and go find Wanda to be with.

During movie nights she would sit on the love seat with Wanda as you were stuck sitting on an armchair beside them staring at them with hurt in your eyes.

Diners would be you sitting across from them and watching as they laughed together as Nat fed Wanda parts of her meal.

Parties turned into you watching as Wanda would grind into Natasha. This always led to a fight as once you both got back to your shared room, which was slowly turning into just yours, Nat would deny all of it and claim she was just having fun.

You watched as Wanda, your older sister, and Natasha, your girlfriend, would flirt with each other over and over again. You watched slowly as Natasha fell out of love with you and in love with your sister. You watched the two most important people in your life act as if you were nothing but a piece of dust. And even then you said nothing because you loved both of them and just wanted them to be happy.

Which is what led you to this. Standing in the battlefield as Thanos tried getting the last infinity stone. You all fought your hardest but it didn’t work. You lost. Now you sat on your knees beside Peter as he clung to you as he turned to dust. You heard your name being called by the two women but ignored them as you could no longer feel your legs. Slowly you looked up into the eyes of Natasha Romanoff, the woman you once adored more than anything. And into the eyes of Wanda Maximoff, your big sister. The one that was supposed to alway be there for you. You looked up to her so much. You just hope they know how much you love them. You hoped Natasha would find the ring in your room with the note. You hope she and Wanda will get married and have a beautiful family. You hope they are happy.

With one last breath you disappeared to dust. Both women fell to the ground. Wanda sobbed violently as she desperately called out for you to come back. Her baby sister was gone. Her sister that she betrayed. Natasha just sat there stunned. How could this have happened? How could she have lost you?

Natasha did find the note and the ring but she refused to use it. Natasha had grown distant from Wanda. The two had felt awful for what they did. How they went behind your back. How Natasha cheated on you with your sister and how Wanda hurt the only family she had left.

Natasha vowed to bring you back no matter what it took. And when you did come back she was going to apologize and beg for forgiveness. But for now she kept the ring in her sock drawer promising herself that one day she would get down on one knee in front of you.

[r2in2p]

Y/N, groaning: I FUCKING HATE MY JOB!!

Wanda: *sighs* Me too...

Y/N: omg you wanna scissor about it?

[sleeepybeary]

☆ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ☆

: imagine wanda expecting you to come undone for her as she gives you the laziest of reasons to do so.

Imagine laying on your back, shaky legs being forced apart by the firm hands of your lover as her tongue runs so carelessly through your cunt. Her tongue being so free in its movements, almost as if she didn't care for how you were basically begging for something more than just a flick to your clit every few moments.

"Please, Wanda... please stop messing around with me"

She'd snarl slightly, the corner of her lip tugging upward at your words as she'd only dig her nails further into the marked up skin of your thighs.

"It's mommy, darling, and mommy gets to do whatever she pleases with her baby girl"

Feeling the length of her tongue drag against your gone sensitive clit, all you could do was gasp out - hands forging their way into your pillows and eyes closing shut in a desperation to focus on just feeling.

"Ah-ah, baby, look at me"

Groaning lightly, you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and raise your head enough to be able to see the other woman with her mouth half-latched onto you. She was a beauty, but right now, she was the devil.

"That's it, darling. Now, can you give me what I want? Can you cum for me?"

[shlxvq]

Scarlet nights.

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Warnings: Sensual and intimate themes, Soft dom!Wanda, Magic play (light restraint, telekinesis), emotional intimacy

Word count: 780

Reading time: 3-4 minutes

Summary: In the soft glow of candlelight, Wanda's love envelops you completely. As her magic binds you in her embrace, she takes her time, savoring every moment, every sigh, every touch. What begins as a slow, gentle exploration soon turns into a deeper connection, one of both physical desire and emotional intimacy. In her arms, you're more than just a lover-you're her everything. Together, you explore the raw vulnerability of giving and receiving love, never once letting go.

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The room is bathed in the golden glow of candlelight, the scent of vanilla and something floral thick in the air. Wanda sits behind you, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against your bare shoulder, the warmth of her breath tickling your neck.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispers, her voice thick with reverence, desire, love.

You shiver under her touch, leaning back into her embrace. The way she holds you—possessive yet gentle—sends a rush of heat through your body. She tilts your chin up, green eyes dark and half-lidded, filled with something deeper than hunger.

“Tell me what you need, draga.”

Her Sokovian accent sends a thrill down your spine, making your stomach flutter. You swallow hard, barely able to think.

“You,” you breathe, and that’s all she needs to hear.

Scarlet tendrils of magic snake around your wrists, lifting them above your head and pinning them against the headboard. The glow flickers like fire, licking against your skin with a warmth that makes you gasp. It isn’t meant to restrain—it’s meant to remind you who you belong to.

She smirks. “Such a good girl for me.”

Her lips descend upon yours, slow and deliberate, as if she has all the time in the world to explore, to savor. Her hands roam, fingertips skimming over the curves of your body, memorizing every dip, every sigh, every quiet moan that escapes your lips.

She takes her time.

Every kiss, every brush of her lips against your skin is a silent promise, a prayer whispered into the night. She trails down your body with devotion, with worship, her touch both featherlight and firm.

“I want to feel all of you,” she murmurs, her voice husky as her lips ghost along your jaw, down the column of your throat.

The way she moves is intoxicating—like she’s painting a masterpiece with every kiss, every flicker of her magic, every stroke of her fingers against your skin. She’s slow, deliberate, drawing out every gasp, every tremble, until you’re arching beneath her, your body entirely hers.

“That’s it, my love,” she whispers, voice like silk, pressing kisses over your racing pulse. “Let go for me.”

When she finally pushes you over the edge, her magic surges around you like a wave, holding you, grounding you. She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she soothes you with soft kisses, whispers of Sokovian endearments against your skin, as her hands trace lazy circles down your back, your sides.

Your wrists are freed from her magic, and the moment they are, you reach for her. Wanda lets you pull her close, lets you tangle your fingers in her hair, lets you kiss her as if she’s the very air you breathe.

“You’re shaking,” she murmurs, her hands never ceasing their soft, reverent caresses.

“Because of you,” you admit, voice hoarse, unsteady.

A slow, satisfied smile tugs at her lips. She kisses you deeply, drinking in every lingering sigh, every aftershock that courses through your body.

She shifts, pulling you against her, your bodies still flush, hearts pounding in sync. The hunger is gone now, replaced by something softer, something even more intimate. Her fingers trace slow, featherlight patterns along your spine, up your arms, down to your hips, as if she wants to memorize every inch of you all over again.

“I love the way you tremble for me,” she murmurs.

“I love the way you touch me,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

Her green eyes flicker with something tender, something unbreakable. “I was made to love you.”

Your chest tightens at the sheer intensity of her words. You pull her down into another kiss, softer this time, lingering. She hums against your lips, melting into you, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

“I want to stay like this forever,” she whispers.

“Then don’t let go.”

“Never.”

She shifts, guiding your head to rest against her chest, her fingers threading through your hair, stroking in slow, hypnotic patterns. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat soothes you, grounding you in the warmth of her embrace.

Her magic hums in the air, a soft, protective pulse wrapping around the two of you like an invisible embrace. The candlelight flickers, casting golden shadows against the walls, illuminating the way she holds you—like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Sleep, draga,” she whispers. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

And as exhaustion tugs at your limbs, you let yourself sink into the comfort of her arms, the warmth of her love. Wanda holds you even closer, pressing one last lingering kiss to your temple, her breath soft against your skin.

She never lets go.

She never will.

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