wandasgirl69

[wandasgirl69]

femmes who are in charge everywhere but the bedroom. (my dream job)

[wandasgirl69]

At the end of the day, I just want it to be me and her. To unwind together, letting the weight of the world settle between us, even if all we can do is sit in silence. I want the kind of understanding that doesn’t need to be spoken, the quiet reassurance of simply being. To know her like the back of my hand, to feel her presence in every possible way—I can’t imagine a better feeling.

[wandasgirl69]

tell me im yours while you're fucking me into the mattress

tell me im yours while you're kissing me with so much tongue i moan with how wet it sounds

tell me im yours while your hands grip my waist so tight that they leave bruises

tell me im yours while your teeth bite into my neck

tell me im yours while you tell me how pretty i am when i take your strap or fingers in so well

tell me im yours while i make all the broken sounds for you

tell me im yours while you blame me for how feral i make you

tell me im yours while i cum for you, so much, repeatedly

tell me im yours while i cry from all the stimulation

tell me im yours while you tell me that i can take it, bc i always do

tell me im yours while you kiss down my body, gently, softly, bc i deserve it, after being so good for you

tell me im yours while you gather me in your arms and press your lips to everywhere you can reach while i slowly catch back my breath

tell me im yours bc maybe i want to be.

[wandasgirl69]

I can't stop thinking about the first time reader saw Wanda's nipple leaking her milk.

You would have noticed it through the wet stains on her blouse.

At first, your ingenue mind might have been worried, thinking that Wanda was injured and in pain.

Wanda would have been surprised by the situation but explained to her baby that it was normal when her boobs get too full. Then she would have also remembered that the night before she was too tired and didn't have pumped to relieve her breasts.

You were glad that her mommy was fine, but it also made her curious - imagining how her nipples were dripping and wetting the pyjamas.

With careful movements, you lifted the fabric until Wanda's breasts were exposed. Her skin around her dripping nipples was wet, you could smell her tasteful milk - your mouth watered and you got mesmerized by that view.

"Do you want to help Mommy?"

Of course, you would do anything to make her feel better. You nod in response letting a shy whimper come out of your mouth.

She drew your body close, her hand cradling your head and your face nearly brushing against her skin - her wet nipple so close to your lips.

"Be gentle, my sweet girl. Mommy is too sensitive now"

You didn't waste a minute, you started suckling carefully, you could feel how her boob was full and heavy - that made you twist your legs, seeking some friction - Wanda noticed your movements but decided to ignore it for a bit, she wanted to see her baby getting in need.

You tried your best to suckle at a slow pace but looking at her other nipple leaking small drops of her milk was making it impossible to control yourself.

Wanda was astonished to see your desire growing and how your body reacted to this new experience, and she began making new plans to tease you in the future.

"Keep suckling, sweetheart. You are doing so good for me."

[wandasgirl69]

A simple request—

Paring(s): Wanda Maximoff X female!reader

Summary: After a long, exhausting day, all you want is to unwind in your girlfriend's arms.

word count: 1.9K

tags l content: established relationship, smut, breeding kink, mommy kink, cockwarming, breastfeeding, induced lactation, sub reader, Wanda has a cock, abandoned movie lol.

A/N: I'm excited and nervous to post this lol, it's just a short drabble. I hope you guys enjoy! (and yes, it's about me and my girl— again.)

The day had drained you completely. Endless lectures, overwhelming assignments—your mind felt like it was on the verge of shutting down. As you stepped into your apartment, the familiar scent of home instantly soothed you—a mix of fresh linen, vanilla, and something distinctly Wanda. With a deep sigh, you dropped your backpack by the door, kicking off your shoes without caring where they landed.

All you wanted—no, all you needed—was to unwind. Just you, Wanda, and a movie. That was your simple request.

As you made your way into the bedroom, Wanda lay sprawled on the bed, a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands, her crimson-painted nails tapping idly against the ceramic. A book rested open in her lap, though she seemed more focused on the warmth seeping through her fingers than on the words before her. The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed her in warm light, making her look almost ethereal.

"Hi, my love," she murmured, her voice like a gentle caress.

Just hearing those words made something in your chest loosen. The tension that had gripped you all day dissipated, if only for a moment. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and walked over to the bed, practically collapsing onto it.

Wanda shut her book, setting it aside as she turned toward you, concern flickering in her eyes.

"Long day?"

You groaned, pressing your face into the pillows. "The longest. I don’t want to think, don’t want to talk about assignments, and definitely don’t want to see another professor’s face for at least a week." You rolled onto your side, gazing up at her.

"I just need to watch a movie. I need to turn my brain off, cuddle under the blankets, and just exist for a while. That’s all I want."

Understanding flashed across her face, and without hesitation, she nodded. "Okay, baby. That sounds perfect."

She reached for the remote, shifting closer to you. "What do you want to watch?"

Your lips curved into a small smile as you answered without hesitation. "Rom-com."

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "I should've guessed."

"You should've," you teased, nudging her arm. "They're the best. They’re funny, they’re sweet, and they make everything feel a little bit lighter."

With an amused sigh, Wanda scrolled through Netflix, already knowing you wouldn’t settle for anything else. "Alright, one predictable, overly romantic, cliché-filled movie coming right up."

"Masterpiece," you corrected, grinning as you reached for her.

Before you could say anything else, Wanda set the remote down and gently pulled you into her arms, shifting you so you rested against her front, nestled between her legs. The warmth of her body instantly soothed you as she wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close.

"Are you comfortable?" she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in response, melting further into her embrace. The movie played on and she continued to caress you, her hands slowly making their way under your shirt. 

"Wanda" you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"Yes, baby?" she asked, before  nipping at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. 

“We’re supposed to be relaxing,” you mumbled. She chuckled softly, her breath warm against your ear.

“This is relaxing, no?” You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you surrendered to her touch, letting the movie fade into the background. She continued to explore your body, her fingers trailing along your stomach and then up your ribs, teasing the underside of your breasts. You let out a quiet whimper, arching into her touch.

"So responsive for me," Wanda whispered, her voice low and husky. her slender fingers eventually made their way into your shorts, slowly dipping into your folds. She let out a groan at the wetness she found there, her fingers parting your folds and sliding into your entrance.

"Fuck, baby," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "You’re so wet."

She began pumping her fingers slowly, eliciting a moan from you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction. But then suddenly, it stopped, and a whimper escaped your lips. You opened your eyes to see her smirking at you, a playful glint in her eyes.

"What happened to relaxing?" she teased as she removed her hand from your shorts and brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking them clean. The sight made you shudder, and you could feel the heat building between your legs.

"I- I am relaxed," you managed to stutter out.

"Mmhmm," Wanda hummed, her lips curving into a smirk. "Let's see if we can help you relax a little more, shall we?" her cock pressed against your back and she ground herself into you, making sure that you could feel how hard she was.

"Yes please," you breathed, squirming slightly as she continued to tease you.

"but we need to focus on the movie" she reminded you as she trailed her hands up and down your body.

"It's hard to focus on the movie when you're touching me like that," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Wanda's chuckle was playful, "Maybe we can multitask," she suggested, her breath hot against your ear. "We can watch the movie, and I can... help you relax at the same time."

"I think that can be arranged," you breathed

"Shhh” she murmured as she pulled your shorts down as well as her own. 

"warm up my cock, hm?" A groan escaped your lips as she guided her tip to your cunt, your wet folds allowing her to push right in. The feeling of her stretching you open was almost too much, and you felt yourself trembling against her. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you flush against her chest as the movie continued to play in the background. 

Wanda made sure to keep a steady pace of small, shallow thrusts, just enough to tease you without being too distracting. Every so often, she would buck her hips, eliciting a soft moan from you as her cock hit that perfect spot inside you.

"You're doing such a good job, keeping mommy's cock nice and warm." Your response was immediate, a whimper escaping your lips as your hips rocked back into hers, driven by a primal need to be closer, to be filled completely. 

"Please, Mommy," you whispered, your voice a faint, desperate plea that lingered in the air as you rested your head back against her shoulder. 

"I want you to breed me." As soon as the words left your lips, Wanda's entire demeanor changed. Her eyes, which had been gleaming with a mixture of desire and playfulness, suddenly burned with an intense urgency. She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping tightly around you as she deepened her thrusts.

Her movements became more frantic, more desperate, as if she was driven by a singular focus to give you what you wanted. The air was filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, her gasps and moans mingling with the creaks and groans of the bed as she pushed up against you with increasing intensity. 

The movie, which had been playing in the background, was forgotten, the sounds and images on the screen fading into insignificance as Wanda's actions became the sole focus of your attention. You felt yourself getting lost in the sensation of her body moving against yours, the friction and heat building as she drove herself deeper and deeper into you. 

Wanda's hands were everywhere, grasping and clutching at your skin as if she was trying to pull you closer, to merge your bodies into one. Her lips were on your neck, your shoulder, your ear, her breath hot and urgent.

As her movements continued, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"That's it, baby," she whispered. "Take mommy's cock. Take it all." Her hands reached up and cupped your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. Her fingers lightly pinched, sending a spark of pleasure through your body. You moaned, a soft, breathy sound, as your hips instinctively bucked back into hers.

You were on the verge of losing control, and you knew it. 

"I'm going to—" you whispered, your voice barely audible as the sensations overwhelmed you. The words trailed off, lost in the tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you.

"Cum, baby," Wanda grunted. "Cum all over my cock. I'm going to fill you up." As she spoke, her body tensed, and you felt her release inside you, a warm, gentle flood that seemed to never end. She didn’t stop her movements, instead increasing them to ensure you took every drop of her seed. 

You cried out, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Wanda held you close, her thrusts slowing as you came down from your high and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the two of you panting, struggling to catch your breath. 

"Ohh, my love, you were perfect," she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as she pressed soft, gentle kisses. With a gentle movement, she shifted your body, turning you around to face her, her cock still nestled deep within you— exactly where you both loved it to be. As she held you, you whimpered a little, your body squirming subtly to press against hers more intimately. 

Wanda's arms tightened around you, holding you close, the steady rise and fall of her breath soothed you. Your body felt heavy with exhaustion, a weariness settling in as you melted against her.

“Sleepy, baby?” Wanda murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from your damp forehead.

A small hum left your lips as you shifted slightly, seeking more of her comfort.

“Mama…” you breathed, half-asleep but still aware enough to know what you wanted.

“I’m here, my love,” she reassured you, tucking you even closer. “What do you need?”

Your fingers curled against her skin as you whispered, 

“Milky.”

Wanda’s chest rose with a quiet chuckle, her amusement laced with tenderness. 

“Oh, my sweet girl,” she murmured, adjusting her position so she could take off her shirt. She bared the soft curves of her breasts to you, her warmth and scent enveloping you in familiar safety. Her hands guided your head back to her chest, where the sweet aroma of her milk mingled with the lingering notes of vanilla that were uniquely hers.

As you latched on, the steady, pulsing rhythm of her heartbeat filled your ears, lulling you further into the depths of relaxation. Wanda’s fingers twisted through your hair, scratching your head absentmindedly. 

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Just relax, I’ve got you.”

The gentle pull of warmth, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath, the way her arms held you so securely—it was all you needed. 

The weight of the day faded, the last remnants of tension melting away as your body sank fully into her embrace. She shifted slightly, her fingers gently brushing against the corner of your mouth to wipe away a stray drop of milk that had lingered there. And with a gentle motion, she wrapped the blankets more securely around you both. Even as she started to drift off, she was aware of your tight walls still wrapped around her cock. 

"Sweet dreams, my love," she whispered, her voice barely a breath, as the warmth of her heartbeat pressed against your cheek. You felt her hold you just a little tighter.

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SFW Mommy Wanda Thoughts

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who loves spoiling you by buying you clothes and toys

⋆｡°✩Mommy Wanda who's favorite part of the day is holding you close and letting you suckle from her

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who packs your lunch for university

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who cuts your fruits into little shapes and adds cute little toothpicks

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who leaves a note in said lunch

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who holds you after a stressful day and tells you how proud she is off you

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who loves dressing you in cute little cloths and doing your hair

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who adores how you can't sleep without the stuffie she won you at the fair

⋆｡°✩ Mommy Wanda who could not have asked for a better little girl

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i touched you for only a fortnight [W.Maximoff]

pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x reader

summary: after hearing that someone's been flirting with wanda, you start questioning your place in her life. luckily, your relationship is one of the main things she's secure in.

warnings: mentions of dom/sub dynamics; allusions to sex but no smut yet; jealousy + insecurity; legal nonspecified age-gap; sugarmommy!wanda deserves her own warning tbh

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: HI SO, i very randomly decided to make what was supposed to be a solo fic into a series so...this is the unofficial first part. don't get impatient with me, next part will be full smut, i got too attached to the story to rush a smut scene here. i think this is my first official wanda fic so i'm very excited to see how this goes. let me know your thoughts, hope you enjoy <3

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You're not entirely sure how you ended up in this situation.

One day, you were a broke college student, barely hanging on by your teeth and the next, you were Wanda Maximoff's newest obsession. Everyone and their mom knew about the CEO, about the rumors that followed her wherever she went. She was rich, ruthless, dedicated in a way no one could match. She was a force to be reckoned with but most of all…she was your sugar mommy.

You wish you could say it had all been accidental, coincidental even. But it wasn't. At least, not fully.

A few months ago, your best friend had talked you into going out to a club with her. Kate was many things, mainly economically stable and with far more connections than a normal 22-year-old should have. Of course, that was due more to her mother than the brunette's charming personality.

You didn't fully understand why she was so adamant about acting like she wasn't a rich kid. Or rather, a privileged rich kid. It was refreshing, but it was a little hysterical considering she pretty much relied on her mother's riches for…everything.

Still, you appreciated how down to earth she was. Even when she dragged you into a ridiculously crowded club with drinks you couldn't afford. She didn't seem to mind, though, considering the ease with which she handed the bartender her credit card.

You hadn't expected anything interesting to happen that night. You assumed all you'd really do was get drunk and babysit Kate so she didn't run her mouth and get into a fight with the sleazy guys that always found their way to you.

Fate had other plans for you, it seemed, because Wanda Maximoff was there that night. And she was instantly drawn to you…and the way you slapped a sleazy guy for blatantly placing his hand on your ass.

She stepped in before security could even try to kick you out and she offered you a drink for your troubles.

It'd been unexpected but you had never been one to turn down a beautiful, slightly scary, woman. You didn't know it then, but accepting her offer was the best thing you'd ever done for yourself.

And not just because Wanda was even quicker to spend money on you than Kate.

So, as weird and uncharted territory as it was, you slowly got used to being the older woman's sugar baby. To spending your free time with her, to bringing her lunch when she forgot to take a break in between meetings, to giving yourself over to her every night in as many ways as you could handle.

Of course, that didn't come without its challenges. The biggest of them being your insecurities about your place in her life.

It didn't seem to matter how many times she reassured you that she wanted you, you knew being her sugar baby wasn't the same as being her girlfriend. You had no right to feel jealous when she went out for drinks with other CEOs. No right to be upset when people flirted with her at the club.

Just because you knew that, though, didn't mean you didn't get upset. You were grateful for Wanda, and even more grateful for the kindness she showed Kate by giving her a job at her company, but that gratefulness wasn't enough to quell the jealousy that crept up on you sometimes.

Especially when your lovely best friend added fuel to that fire.

It's late when you hear the front door of Wanda's penthouse open. You've spent the majority of the day by yourself, having been told not to visit the older woman at her office because of some important meetings she was going to have. You, being the obedient lover she knew you to be, did exactly as she asked despite how bored and lonely you got.

Things would have been fine had Kate not told you how flirty Wanda's assistant had been all day. It seemed every time Agnes made some sort of suggestive comment, your best friend was close enough to send you a message about it.

And to top it off, the older woman hadn't replied to your texts in a few hours. So, needless to say, watching her come home extremely late, after a long day apart, does little to help you feel better.

It takes no less than a minute for Wanda to walk into the living room, her fingers already unbuttoning the white blouse beneath her dark red blazer. "Why are you still awake, angel?"

As distracting as the sight is, you don't let it steal your thoughts away.

"Where were you?" You ask, already hating how soft your voice is.

"Where do you think?" She replies with a well-placed tilt of her head.

Even though her tone makes you want to back down, you hold your ground, not yet ready to continue without an answer. "You're back late. You never come back this late when you're at the office."

Your words make her pause. Her eyes scan your face as she comes closer, a sigh stuck in her throat. "You know these meetings run late sometimes. I went to get a drink afterward to unwind. Why are you so upset, sweetheart?"

"Kate said your secretary was making moves on you," you say, feeling your shoulders relax as you finally give a voice to the thoughts that have been plaguing you all day. "That you let her flirt with you."

Despite how soft she's trying to be, Wanda rolls her eyes. "Kate's an idiot."

"But she's not a liar," you reply before you can think better of it.

This time, the older woman isn't able to stop the flicker of annoyance that passes through her face. "Watch yourself, sweetheart. What's that supposed to mean?"

You barely manage to hold in a groan. Complaining would only make the situation worse for you, considering how little she lets you get away with when you're obviously upset.

"That she wouldn't make something up just because…" you trail off, almost not wanting to ask your next question. "It's true, isn't it?"

Wanda sighs, easily sliding onto your lap. Your hands instantly come up to grip her hips, greedily pulling her close to you, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for her answer. "Yes, darling, it's true. Agnes was in a bold mood today, but I shot her down every time. She knows I'm taken."

Her words help soothe your jealousy somewhat but they're not enough to overshadow your insecurities. "Are you? Because I'm not your girlfriend."

"y/n," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you trying to say?"

Even though you know she's not upset with you, her tone still makes you shrink into yourself. You had been so confident earlier, so sure of what you were going to say to her, of what you were going to ask, and now…it had all evaporated with one quick raise of her eyebrow.

"Nothing," you sigh. "It's stupid."

Wanda doesn't let you hide. Her hand comes up to cup your face, tilting your head back so you're looking up at her. "It's not stupid. You're jealous, aren't you, sweetheart?"

The softness in her voice does little to erode your insecurities. If anything, it makes you want to hide even more. To run away and pretend you never even brought up the idea of being more than…a pastime. Because maybe if you could escape the conversation, you could escape the reality. The very real possibility that she didn't want you to be anything more than her favorite toy.

"Why would I be jealous?" you respond, trying to muster up the rest of your courage. "I don't own you or your time."

The redhead sighs again, knowing it'll take more than a few well-placed words to get through to you. "What's with the attitude, hmm? What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You recognize her words for what they are. The opportunity for you to be honest. To unload everything that's been overwhelming your mind since you realized how hard you'd fallen for the older woman. The fears, the insecurities, the uncontrollable need for her.

You almost don't want to admit it. Don't want to further complicate a situation that's gotten so out of your control. It was supposed to be temporary. You were supposed to be temporary. But you can't imagine a life outside of the one you've somehow built with her.

"I don't know," you finally say. "I just hate the thought of Agnes thinking she can flirt with you. She can't."

"She can't?" Wanda repeats, a hint of amusement seeping into her tone. "Why not, angel?"

She's toying with you, you know that. Turning you in circles until you're too confused to avoid answering her questions. Maybe it should feel manipulative, even cruel, but all it does is show you how well she knows you. How good she is at coaxing answers out of you by being soft and patient.

No one would believe you if you told them how sweet the ruthless businesswoman is. How easy it is to make her melt and give in to your every whim.

It would be ridiculous if you weren't the one wrapped right around her finger.

"Because…" You trail off with a huff. "You know why."

"Come on, baby," she tries again, her fingers caressing your jawline and making sure you keep your eyes on her. "I need to hear you say it. Please? For me."

All you allow yourself is a whine at first. Just the smallest sign of weakness. Of the brat Wanda secretly loves taming.

"Because you're my domme," you say, that hint of petulance still lingering in your tone. "You're supposed to be mine, not hers."

The corners of her mouth quirk up just enough to show how entertained she is by the exchange. In her defense, she does what she can to keep her expression serious, as if you're not just acting like a brat because you're jealous.

"I am yours, darling," Wanda replies. "You don't have to worry about Agnes. Or anyone else for that matter."

Her words manage to cut through the thick fog in your head left behind by your constant worries. They're not enough to fully erase your insecurities but it's a start. A start to the conversation you should have already had.

"You really mean it?" You find yourself asking.

You want to hate yourself for sounding so insecure, but you can't. The hard truth is, you need to hear her answer. Need to hear her put a label to what you two have. A label that goes beyond the sweet petnames she has for you.

"I do," she says, her voice dropping its usual teasing edge. "I don't want anyone else but you. I'm yours just as much as you're mine."

The words go right to your head, giving you a rush you've never felt before. It very quickly dawns on you why the older woman likes it so much when you say those words. Why it always makes her look like she's on top of the world.

"Say it again," you mumble, the softness in your tone making you feel particularly vulnerable.

The smile that grazes Wanda's face is nothing short of affectionate. "I'm yours, angel. You're the only one I want to be with."

Your hands on her hips slide around until your arms are around her waist and you're pulling her impossibly closer. You practically lunge forward, your lips seeking out hers and crashing into them.

It's not the most romantic kiss you've ever shared by any means, but the intensity behind your movements only makes it better. Especially when she kisses you back with that same passion.

Almost instantly, you're left wanting more.

"Wanda," you whisper against her lips. "I need you."

"I'm right here, baby. You can have me."

Her words would usually be enough to melt you until all you could think about was having her on top of you. Tonight, though, the desire you're suddenly hit with is different.

You need to touch her. To feel her against you. To hear her say your name over and over again until there's nothing left except the two of you.

You're not entirely sure how to express that need, though. Far too used to your usual dynamic and how easy your submission flows.

"Not like that," you say, your cheeks flushing.

Wanda simply stares at you with those same sharp eyes that hold a sea of affection you can't even begin to understand. "Is that right? You want to touch Mommy tonight, hmm?"

You nod, already feeling breathless from the thought of getting to touch her.

To show her you can be good in a different way.

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[wandasgirl69]

Possessive wife x possessive wife

[wandasgirl69]

AHHHHHHHH

Here we go again | chapter 1

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff X female!reader

Summary: Your best friend convinces you to join a girls’ trip to celebrate your graduation and escape from life’s worries. It seems like the perfect plan — until your past comes back to greet you.

Words count: 2.4k

tags: none

A/n: first chapter, here we go :P

Menu fic

The long-awaited new phase of your life has arrived – adulthood after graduation. You imagined so many great possibilities that could happen, but the truth is, you felt lost and afraid. Maybe everyone goes through this, right?

Sure, you were proud of yourself. Over the past few years, you moved to a different country, graduated from a prestigious university, and grew both personally and professionally. Despite all these remarkable achievements, you still didn’t feel good enough.

"The American Dream" might just be a tale for those clinging to hope or perhaps for young dreamers eager to conquer the world. Truth be told, you only wanted one thing—to land your dream job right after graduation. How naive it was to believe that companies would be waiting for you the moment you earned your degree. In reality, it’s you knocking on their doors, almost pleading for a chance—because adulthood isn’t fair.

And here you are, lying on the couch with a tub of ice cream, hoping that this sugar rush will give your body a little more energy. The sound of the TV hums in the background, a sign that something is still playing, but you lost interest in watching it a long time ago.

The sound of a notification on your phone pulled your focus back to the present. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really worth checking, but deep down, your curiosity gave you the final push. With a sigh, you unlocked the screen.

It was an email. A response from another company you had sent your resume to. Nothing new. Apparently, every company in the world already has enough employees, and there’s no room for you. You let out a heavy sigh of frustration and tossed your phone away on the couch.

Honestly? What am I doing wrong? You asked yourself. Your academic life had always been exemplary—high grades, extra assignments, articles written, everything you could do in college, you did. Maybe you made a mistake from the very beginning. Perhaps your past self never considered the reality of adult life and how difficult it would be to try everything new in a new place.

You felt a tightness in your chest as you thought of home. The fresh air and the sun warming your skin—that was the calm you needed right now. The fresh food and fruits you bought every morning at the market by the sea—you closed your eyes, trying to recall the images of those places in your memory. A nostalgic feeling washed over you, making you forget the difficult experiences you’d had in the past—some of which, to this day, you were sure hadn’t fully healed.

Your eyes were starting to water, and you felt a lump in your throat—almost on the verge of drowning in tears. But you had to push all those overwhelming emotions down in less than five seconds when you heard the apartment door open—Yelena.

"Oh no, there's still a dead body on my couch," she said, dropping her keys on the table and heading toward you.

"It's not just 'your' couch, it's 'our' couch, it's 'our' apartment. I demand more respect," you shot back; she always jokes about this, and you never let it go.

"Okay, okay, it's our apartment, but honestly, you're not in any position to demand anything from me. Look at you, y/n!! You're worse than I am on my bad days." She grabbed the tub of ice cream you were holding. "When was the last time you took a shower?"

"Shut up, Yelena! You saw me go to the bathroom and take a shower this morning before leaving. You're overreacting. Just let me enjoy my life complaints," you tried to grab the tub back, but she held on tighter.

"No. I can't tolerate this anymore," she said in a serious tone, standing up to place the ice cream on the table. "I've given you more than enough time to pull yourself together, and I completely respect that you need time to get your thoughts in order. But now, it's time to start taking the first steps after the defeat." She sat down beside you on the couch.

"So you agree that I failed? It's the end of my career, my defeat," you said, knowing you were exaggerating, but you chose to make a dramatic scene anyway.

"If you keep exaggerating like this, I’m going to give myself the right to exaggerate my actions too, and don't complain when I hit you," she said, flashing a wicked grin.

"Why are you always so aggressive?" you rolled your eyes.

"It’s my love language. And speaking of that, I have plans to make you feel better—it's the best I could come up with," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Should I be afraid to ask what you're plotting?" you crossed your arms and sat in a better position to hear what your friend had to say.

"And should I question why you always doubt my ideas?" she raised an eyebrow and continued, "Anyway, I was thinking we should take a girls' trip together." She flashed you a big smile.

"What???" your words slipped out without thinking.

"Exactly what you heard. Let’s go on a trip, clear our minds, and get some fresh air. And before you start giving me all the reasons not to go, I’ll give you one to convince you—it’s because we deserve it. You just wrapped up a major chapter in your life, and so did I. Come on, it’ll be good for both of us."

Yelena wasn’t wrong, and you knew she was suggesting this with good intentions—not just for some fun, but especially to help you feel better. You rested your head against the back of the couch, your eyes staring at the ceiling. A wave of gratitude washed over you. You were so lucky to have her as your best friend, even though she was crazy most of the time. You still remember finding her number in a university group chat. You were desperate for a place to stay, and she was looking for someone to share the rent—perfect timing. Despite studying different degrees, the two of you became inseparable.

"So...?" you felt her squeeze your arm.

"Hmm, okay, that sounds like an interesting idea. Where would we go?"

"Perfect!!!" she jumped on the couch, excited. "We're going to Greece!!"

"What?? Are you crazy? No way, there are so many other places in the world, why there??" your voice was raised in disbelief.

"I knew you'd react like this, but this time it's your fault. If you hadn't shown me all those beautiful pictures of where you grew up and if you hadn't complained so much about the beaches here in California," she crossed her arms, but you were still in denial about everything she was saying.

"That doesn't make sense, and besides, I never complained that much about the beaches here," you replied, still not fully convinced.

"I never complained about the beaches here," she repeated your words in a mocking tone. "So, I must have been hearing things when you said, 'Ugh, this isn’t real seawater,' or 'The sand isn’t soft and clean,' or 'The breeze here messes up my hair.' Should I keep going?"

"NO!" you shouted loudly and threw a cushion at her. "You're terrible, Yelena." You sat back down at the edge of the couch. "Greece is a nice place, but I wouldn't want to go back there." Your words were sincere this time.

"Hey, I know that, and if you really say the last 'no', then we won’t go there," she adjusted herself, sitting beside you. "But I want you to know that aside from me dreaming of going there, I also think it would do you good." She held your hand, and you both locked eyes. "I’ve heard so many stories about how that place gave you good memories. Maybe it’s exactly what you need right now. A place to feel comfortable—at home."

"I understand, but you know, that place isn’t my home anymore," you gave a small smile, and she understood exactly what you meant.

"I know. You've told me about your mom's passing, your difficult relationship with your dad, and your decision to leave," her look was full of sympathy. "I remember everything you've shared with me, and because of that, I can say you're reluctant for another reason. Am I wrong?"

"What? Of course not!" you replied too quickly, and she noticed.

"Uh-huh, so you know exactly what I'm referring to. Anyway, the past stays in the past, and the future belongs to the future. As for the present, it's up to you now. So, shall we have some fun?"

Yelena was right. As surprising as that might be, this time, you had to agree with her. You'd been a mess lately, with no motivation and no hope for better days. Maybe that's exactly what you need right now—distraction, allowing yourself to live with a bit more fun. After all, you both needed to celebrate your graduation in some way.

"Hmm, okay, I can accept, but with one condition."

"Ugh, you’re so difficult. What’s the condition?"

"We can go to Greece, but under no circumstances are we going to my hometown."

She let out a laugh and stood up, positioning herself in front of you. "You know I'm crazy, but not that crazy. I know my limits." She grabbed your hand and pulled you up. "Come on, we have a suitcase to pack!"

"Now? Wait, Yelena!!" you complained as she started pulling you toward the bedrooms.

"Yes, silly. We’re leaving this weekend!"

"What does that mean?" you made her stop and stared at her. "Wait a minute, this was already all planned! How? How did you know I was going to say yes???"

"I know you," she winked. "By the way, I'm really good at persuasion."

You looked at her in disbelief, your hand reaching for her arm, but she was quicker, darting into the bedroom and dodging your slap. You chased after her, shouting her name.

----

You heard Yelena groan for the tenth time.

"Seriously? Why didn’t they make the streets wider for cars to pass? Or any kind of vehicle? My feet are dying," she let out a tired sigh, panting slightly.

"That would ruin the beauty of the place, and even if the streets were wider, there are too many stairs everywhere," you laughed, amused by your friend's struggle. "And you didn’t want to listen when I told you to bring a small, light suitcase. Now deal with carrying your own choices."

Yelena was about to snap back when she spotted a sign on one of the buildings indicating the hotel’s name. "Finally!!! It’s right there!" she said, pointing and quickening her pace. "Come on, y/n, why are you dragging your feet and slowing us down?!" You both laughed as you followed her.

---

You stepped into the reception area, and the first thing you noticed was how cozy the place felt. It seemed like it had once been a grand residence, now transformed into a hotel. To the right, a staircase led to a slightly elevated floor where the hall lounge was, with armchairs and sofas scattered around. To the left, a large window let in the soft daylight and a gentle breeze through the curtains, revealing a breathtaking view of the sea in the background—so perfect it looked like a painted picture. And straight ahead was the reception desk, where another couple was being attended to.

"Look at this view, wow!" Yelena said, walking toward the window and practically dropping her bags on the floor. "It’s even more perfect than the photos you used to show me."

"Of course, it's even better," you said, playfully bumping your shoulder against hers. "And it's even more amazing when you can feel the breeze against your hair and the sun warming your skin."

"You sound like a silly girl in a romantic movie," she laughed, heading toward the counter to wait for the check-in. You could hear her voice in the background, probably talking about the plans she had for later, but you weren’t focused on her words. You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh—it felt like home.

Then you opened your eyes, and your gaze settled on the person behind the counter—the hotel employee. Her skin seemed to glow where the sunlight touched it, strands of blonde hair like sand falling gently over her shoulder, swaying softly with the breeze. Those greenish eyes, that smile, and that smooth voice— oh no.

"No, no, no," you kept repeating in your head, and for a moment, you probably forgot how to breathe. Your thoughts pulled you straight back to the past.

--

A new coffee shop had opened. Not only the locals but also the tourists were talking about how great the place was. You had heard that the business belonged to a new family who had just moved in—you wondered why they had chosen this particular place. Probably a business-minded family looking to profit.

Either way, there you were, in line to place your order. You already knew you’d be getting the house’s special coffee—you were curious to find out what made it so special. But when it came to food, you were still torn between the cheesecake and the strawberry pie, both looking absolutely delicious.

You were next in line, and your nerves were starting to get the best of you—why was it so hard to make a decision? Then your eyes landed on the girl behind the counter. Her messy blonde braid, glowing skin and striking green eyes caught your attention. Everything about her was perfect, from her lips to the way she smiled. She was absolutely beautiful.

"Hii, how can I help you?" she said in a soft tone. You snapped out of your thoughts, her gaze now locked onto yours.

--

"Y/n??? Are you listening to me?" Yelena gave your arm a little squeeze, pulling you back to reality. "I can't believe you didn’t hear a word I said."

But before you could explain yourself or she could give you another lecture, you heard that same soft voice that had lived in your memory.

"Hii, how can I help you?" the girl behind the reception counter now directed her attention to both of you.

You ignored the last words of your friend, turning to face forward. Your gaze met hers—it is her. You had no doubt about it—it's her, right in front of you, it's her—Wanda.

"Oh no, here we go again," the voice of your conscience echoed in your head.

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I love them sm

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Mommy? Sorry… MOMMY? Sorry..😔

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🫠 mommy Wanda core 🫣

Elizabeth Olsen as Candy Montgomery in Love & Death, Episode 1: The Huntress

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i just want to feel her ...

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Story of my life

She just showed me a pic of her boxers and I got wet...

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Let me in—

Pairing(s): Wanda maximoff X female!reader

Summary: Wanda’s distance leaves you hurting, but when she notices, she makes it right.

Tags | content: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Wanda was a dick and then she wasn’t, established relationship.

A/N: it’s just a short Drabble, I wrote this at 3am cuz I was sad and needed comfort. Blame any mistakes on the lack of sleep!

It started gradually. Wanda came home later than usual, her shoulders heavy with exhaustion. She would collapse onto the couch, rub her temples, and sigh, long and tired.

You always asked how her day was, even when you knew the answer.

“Tiring,” she would say. “Exhausting. Never-ending.”

And that was all.

No “how was your day?” in return, no lingering touch or soft smile. Just complaints about how drained she was before she retreated into silence.

You understood. You really did. She had so much on her plate, more than most people could handle. But after days of this—of being more of a sounding board than a person—it started to wear on you.

So one evening, when she sighed and dropped onto the couch beside you, rubbing her forehead as she mumbled about how drained she was, you hesitated before speaking.

“I’m sorry you’ve been feeling that way,” you said gently. “Maybe we could do something together to take your mind off—”

“I don’t need that right now,” Wanda interrupted, her voice firm but not unkind. Just final.

Your mouth snapped shut.

She didn’t notice.

You sat there, hands folded in your lap, as Wanda sighed again and leaned back against the cushions. A minute later, she pulled a blanket over herself and closed her eyes, as if she had already moved past the conversation.

But you hadn’t.

You swallowed hard and turned away, blinking rapidly as something in your chest twisted. It wasn’t just that she was tired. It was that she didn’t need you. Not your comfort, not your words, not anything.

And that realization sat heavy in your throat for the rest of the night.

—

Days passed, and the weight in your chest didn’t ease.

You still talked to her, still offered your support, but it was different now. The warmth in your voice was strained, your patience fraying at the edges. Every time she brushed you off, every time she sighed like your words were just another thing she had to deal with, it chipped away at you.

And eventually, she noticed.

Not in the way you wanted her to. Not because she saw the hurt building inside you. But because she felt the shift.

You weren’t distant. You were still there. But the space between you felt heavier.

It wasn’t until she came home late one night and found you sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV with red-rimmed eyes, that something inside her clicked.

She sat beside you carefully, testing the waters. “You okay?”

You let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Are you?”

That made her pause.

You turned to face her, expression open and raw in a way you knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore. “I know you’re tired. I know you have a lot on your shoulders. But that doesn’t mean you have to carry it alone.”

She swallowed, guilt flickering across her face. “I didn’t mean to shut you out.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But you did.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy but not suffocating.

Then, finally, Wanda reached for your hand—the same one she had pulled away from days ago. She laced her fingers through yours, squeezing like she was afraid to lose her grip.

“I don’t want to do this without you,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… forgot how to let you in.”

Your heart ached at the honesty in her words.

“You don’t have to do anything alone,” you murmured. “That’s why I’m here. That’s why I love you.”

Wanda exhaled sharply. She pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered against your hair. “I’ll do better.”

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully sink into her embrace. The warmth of her arms, the steady rhythm of her breathing—it was everything you had missed. Everything you had been aching for.

“I just needed you,” you admitted softly. “Not even to fix anything. Just… to be here.”

Her hold on you tightened. “I know,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion. “And I hate that I made you feel like you weren’t enough for me.” She pulled back just enough to look at you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you are. You always are.”

A shaky breath left your lips. “I missed you.”

Wanda’s expression softened, guilt flickering in her eyes. “I missed you too,”

She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then another to the tip of your nose. When her lips finally met yours, it was slow, lingering, an apology and a promise all in one kiss.

When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against yours, her fingers still tracing soft, comforting patterns against your skin.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with so much warmth it made your chest ache.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you reached up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing over her skin. “I love you more.”

Wanda let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head slightly. “Impossible.”

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drabble inspired on this amazing fic written by my talented friend @allthewintery

warnings | lactation kink, breastfeeding, praise, wanda being the best mama ever

⁀➴ wanda was so happy when the lactation pills finally started to work, she couldn’t wait to feed you the way she wanted needed to.

⁀➴ wanda’s breasts never looked so full before. it feels borderline painful. since she wanted to make it a surprise, she endured a few days of pain just to make sure she would make this first time special.

⁀➴ you started to notice that something was different but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it, which is funny since you’re obsessed with her boobs and couldn’t take your eyes off them

⁀➴ the day has finally come and wanda wanted to make sure everything was perfect. she would make your favorite dinner, watch your favorite movie, everything to put you in a fuzzy mental state - which was her favorite.

⁀➴ after the movie was finished, she had you exactly where she wanted. you were fuzzy, whiny and wanting nothing more than to just cuddle skin to skin with your mama

⁀➴ “go on my love, mama has a surprise for you. i hope you like it.” she coos at you and you comply. you started to suck and at first, you were confused by what she said, but then the flow of milk hit your taste buds and it was the best thing you had ever tasted.

⁀➴ you couldn’t get enough of it. you wanted more - no, you needed more. you didn’t care if you choked, if it was spilling out of your mouth, you just needed her.

⁀➴ “calm down my sweet, we don’t want you choking or mama will have to take this away from you, okay?” that thought terrified you so much that you simply obliged. you started to slow down while staring at her eyes. “that’s it baby, you’re such a good girl for me. mama’s good girl hm?”

⁀➴ you blushed and smiled at the praise but not for long. you emptied her breast and you needed more. you started to fuzz and she immediately understood. “calm down, hungry girl. there’s more on the other side. come here.” she smiled softly and changed your position, cradling you close to her chest

⁀➴ “that’s it, darling. go sleep for mama okay? i’m not going anywhere.” she kisses your forehead and gently closes your eyes with the tip of her fingers, humming a sokovian lullaby, making you sleep like a baby. her baby.

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IM SO EXCITED GUYS ITS GONNA BE AMAZING

Here we go again

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff X female!reader

Summary: When a trip with your best friend unexpectedly brings you face-to-face with your first secret love, old wounds resurface and long-buried feelings awaken. Things don’t go the way you expect — maybe they’re exactly what was meant to happen. You swore to yourself once but now you really know, you could never let her go.

tags: mostly slow burn, angst, silly lovers, fluffy. +18 tags will be add during the chapters.

A/n: If you got the hint, this fic is inspired by Mamma Mia movies vibes, but not the entire plot itself; and some chapters will also have lyrics from ABBA songs.

Chapters:

Chapter 1 (coming soon)