#stoner wanda maximoff
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OH, LORD SAVE ME
SUMMARY — after a night out with the girls, wanda gets possessive after learning maria couldn’t keep her hands to herself. oh, lord save me my drug is my baby i’ll get using for the rest of my life.
WARNINGS — nsfw minors dni, alcohol consumption, marijuana and cocaine usage, smoking a blunt, biting, face slapping, ass slapping, strap-on usage, vibrator usage, blowjob, brief nipple play, scratching, fingering, doggy/missionary, degradation, mommy kink, orgasm control, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, brat shenanigans
A floral aroma hits your nose the second you enter the bedroom. The rest of the house holds the scent of weed, and the scattered lighters in the living room tell you enough. The lights are low, and a nature documentary is paused on the television screen across from the bed, but no trace of your girlfriend is visible from the doorway. Remnants of white powder cling to the oak furniture you recently bought, and her credit card lies beside the evidence of a chased high. Wanda D. Maximoff is stamped into the card, already an obvious give away as to who the perpetrator is. The room spins as you walk deeper into it, and clumsily your body collides with the bedpost.
The fan is running in the bathroom, and the faintest tinge of yellow peeks out from beneath the door, shining into the room like slivers of sunlight hitting a prism. The shower isn’t running, and neither is the sink, either of the two an indicator that she’s ready to call it a night. It’s approaching two am now, and the sunlight that filled the bedroom before has turned to inky midnight. The spontaneous night out with some girlfriends from work has left you giggly, artificial cherry on your lips as your tongue swipes across them. You don’t bother knocking as you enter the bathroom, though the seconds you spend fumbling with the doorknob are enough warning that you’re coming in, not that she’d mind either way.
The sight of her, sprawled out on the floor, brown hair scattered about and bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling gives you a pause for a second before you burst into giggles that shake the gold chains holding your dress up. The skimpy black number was one of Wanda’s personal favorites, but your girlfriend hadn’t been home when you left to comment on it. If she had been, your neck wouldn’t be as clear as it is now, only soft, healing hickeys remain from nights prior, not too bad for your usually bruised up appearance. Wanda startles at your added sound, but her eyes never peel away from their concentrated dedication to the fan on the ceiling. There’s an abandoned bowl laying next to her, and your customized red lighter is left on the countertop next to a bottle of water. Having to hear her whine about how dry her mouth is when she’s high is a nuisance, so you’ve begun to leave bottles of water in her favorite smoking spots, and clearly, it did you some good.
“Baby!” Your voice drags, slightly slurred together and raised in pitch as you tumble to the floor to lay beside her. Hating when your hair ends up in your face, you’d been proactive for a change, and had decided to braid it for your night out, and as you fall to the ground, it whacks Wanda in the face, but you don’t notice, too absorbed in trying to see what she’s so interested in. “I missed you!” When the fan no longer interests you, because why would it, you roll on top of her effectively elbowing her in the chest, and it’s enough of a commotion to finally break her concentration. The second her eyes are on you, a darkness blooms in the typically evergreen centers. Her huff of surprise for the air being knocked out of her lungs is only a half second long, before she's scanning your smudged makeup and biting down on her bottom lip that's in desperate need of some chapstick. “You smoked without me!”
“You weren’t home.” The accented edge to her words sends warmth spiraling down your bones. The alcohol having already flushed your cheeks and tickled your belly only amplified the desire that burned in your bones, igniting a flame so hot you were sure tomorrow wouldn’t see the light of day. “You look hot.” Her hands leave where they had been lying flat on the tile floor, grabbing your ass in rough handfuls that make you giggle.
“Mmm, wore your favorite dress. Maria got a little handsy. I think it’s a fan favorite.” You taunted her, dancing your lips across hers before pulling away to look at her face fully. Cocaine is still clinging to her porcelain skin, dusted between her nose in what looks like an attempt to wipe it away. Whatever makeup she’d been wearing before was gone, only a faint stain of black below her eyes that indicated she’d been rubbing her eyes before she took her mascara off. You shouldn't be so bothered by the state of her, but the combination of her wandering hands and hungry eyes was pulling you apart piece by piece.
Wanda growled at the mention of your mutual friend who was known for her wandering hands and sultry commentary, though it didn’t bring Wanda any amusement to hear about her interest in the dress. Not when she wasn’t around to remind Maria that you were hers. Your attention drops to Wanda's exposed neck, and your teeth find a home sinking into the soft flesh. Hints of her perfume twist with the scent of cocaine and marijuana, and it's entirely intoxicating. “Maria needs to learn to keep her hands to herself.”
“And what if she doesn’t?” Mischief swims in your eyes, and you sink your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on Wanda’s neck, just beneath her ear. Her breath hitched, her hands grabbing at the fabric of your dress around your hips. Her entire body shudders, and for a moment, she freezes entirely to just enjoy the sensation that travels through her previously numb limbs.
Your tongue soothed the bite, dancing circles around the marks you’d left. Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut, bunching your dress up around your hips in favor of twisting the ridge of your lace panties between her delicate fingers. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”
“Why don’t you remind me?” You nipped her neck a final time before pulling away to watch her process your words, which were more like a silent invitation for her to have her way with your body.
Wanda shoved you off of her messily, a growl crawling from the depth of her throat as she watched you smirk like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “Get in the bedroom.”
“What? Don’t want to fuck me on the bathroom floor? Again.” Your breath tickled her wet skin, a cold shill crawling up her spine that she very narrowly avoided reacting to. “I’m sure Maria would.”
“Go.” Her tone left no room for arguments this time, and you scrambled to comply, although clumsily with your still strapped heels and spinning vision. Giggles spilled from between your lips when you rammed into the doorframe, completely absorbed in completing Wanda’s direction and not noticing how she spent a few extra minutes fumbling for something in the bathroom.
Your body sank into the soft bed, black sheets blending into the tiny dress you squeezed yourself into. The skin tight material still bunched around your hips in messy folds, exposing the front of your lacy black thong that left little to the imagination. Suddenly aware of how desperate you were without Wanda’s neck as a distraction, one hand slid between your legs while the other fumbled to grab your breasts through the thin material. Your panties were soaked through, sticking to your folds uncomfortably. Your thighs spread without any invitation, and you pulled them aside desperate for attention where you most needed it.
Eyes fluttering shut at the first stroke against your engorged clit, you didn’t hear Wanda shutting the cabinets and turning off the bathroom lights, only feeling her presence when a hand grabbed around your neck and startled you enough that your antsy fingers stilled between your legs.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” She growled, leaning over you with a dominating presence. Your head shook side to side quickly, your pussy abandoned. You ached for something more, but words failed you as you stared back at her. Something landed beside your head, but before you could look to see what it was Wanda was demanding more from you. “Use your words, you had no problem doing that before.”
“N-No.” You spluttered, fighting to keep your eyes open the longer she held your neck. Her fingers tightened, and it was then you realized she was still wearing her rings, the metal digging into your skin harshly.
“No, who?” The words pulled the breath out of your lungs, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water scrambling to find the right words to answer her. “Huh? Don’t make me wait. No, who.”
“N-No, Mommy.” You managed, gasping for breath when her hand finally left your neck, and it was only then you realized she had dug out your red strap, and her hand was holding the base tightly.
“Stupid slut.” She scoffed, moving backward so she was standing farther from the end of the bed. “Since you had so much to say before, I figured we’d put that mouth to use. Get on your knees.”
You dropped to your knees so fast you were sure they’d be bruised by the morning, but the only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted to feel her in your mouth. Bracing your hands on her thighs, you waited for her to instruct you to begin, knowing you were already playing a dangerous game. A smirk crept onto her lips at your clear impatience, and she was no stranger to making you wait. Spitting on her hand, she brought it down to the silicone cock, spreading it around teasingly. You whined, silently begging her to stop her torture and let you have a taste.
“What's wrong? See something you like?” Your girlfriend taunted, throwing her head back as she stroked the silicone cock, your favorite of the collection you’ve acquired since getting together a few years ago.
“Please.” You begged with hooded eyes, wanting to be the one that was turning her on and giving her pleasure.
“Please what?” Wanda cooed, voice dripping with lust as she watched you writhe in front of her, desperate for anything she wanted to give you. “Do you want to suck my cock? Feel it against your tongue? Let me fuck your mouth? Is that it?”
You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes the longer she made you wait. Your thighs pinched together, looking to relieve the aching in where you needed her most. She didn’t say anything about your actions, and for that you were grateful, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy you and she knew that. “Please. Please let me suck your cock, Mommy.”
“Get on with it then.” You wasted no time, one hand holding onto the base of the strap while the other stayed in place on her thigh. Her salvia has slickened the silicone, making it easier for you to take more of it quickly. She was heavy against your tongue, and for a second, you just enjoyed the feeling, before you began working the length with your hand and your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and letting the bulbous head ram into the back of your throat, desperate to please.
Wanda’s hand fell onto your head, a guttural moan leaving her lips watching you take her length. The strap wasn’t small by any means, one of your bigger ones, and yet you devoured her. Your eyes watered when she began to thrust at first shallowly, but losing her reserve the longer she watched you endure it. You gagged when she forced your nose to her pelvis, the cock practically down your throat, but she didn’t pull away, forcing you to feel her and remember who owned your throat. She pulled away with a pop, ready to absolutely obliterate your pussy.
“Strip. Panties and heels stay on.” You scrambled to comply, rising to your feet with shaky movements, not only from the anticipation of finally getting what you want, but the alcohol that was still coursing through your system. “Hands and knees. Ass up.”
Your dress ended up in a puddle on the floor to be dealt with later, and the bed sank with your weight as you got into position, impatiently pushing your hips backward to meet the scarlet strap. A slap left your ass cheek tingling, your body jolting forward in shock.
“Patience.” Wanda demanded thickly, sokovian accent twisting her words into something dangerous. Your entire body shuddered in anticipation, keeping your eyes forward knowing how much she likes it. You jumped when her fingers found your panties, tracing the lace design before slipping lower. Wanda groaned at how wet you are, thighs glistening with your arousal and panties clinging to your folds. She pulls them to the side, fingers toying with your lips and narrowly avoiding your clit each time she makes a pass around your pussy. “What got you this wet, moya lyubov'? Hmmm?”
With shaky breath, your head dropped onto the comforter, fists balling up the cotton material, “Y-You, Mommy. You did. You got me this wet.”
Her fingers pressed against your weeping entrance but never farther, pushing you farther and farther toward the edge of desperation, and from experience, you knew it was a steep fall. She wanted you at you breaking point, she wanted you to remember who owned you the next time you decided to fuck around. “Not Maria? But I thought you liked her touching what's mine?”
Brattiness tempted you to fuck with her, but your desperation to be touched was winning the fight, and you bit back your sarcastic answer in favor of finally feeling her and being given some relief. “N-no. I like when you touch me. I’m yours.” You gasped when she slipped two fingers inside of you, giving you a second to adjust before she began to scissor your sopping pussy. Every ridge of your pussy fit her fingers like a glove, and Wanda yearned to hear your whimpers as you sought out pleasure at her control.
“You gonna let Maria get handsy with you again when I’m not around?” Her fingers were set at a brutal pace, but still she avoided your aching clit that was begging for attention. Your hips stuttered, your eyes pinched shut so impossibly tight you thought you were seeing starts. When her fingers caressed the sweet spot inside of you, all thoughts vanished from your mind as you whined for more and less at the same time. “Are you. Going to. Let her. Get handsy. With you. Again?” Wanda repeated, annunciating each word with a harsh stroke against your g-stop.
“N-no! No I’m n-not! Please. Please!” You needed more. You needed her cock in your pussy, pounding you into the bed, or her fingers on your clit, you needed something more than just her brutal pace going in and out of your cunt knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to cum from just that.
“Please what, moya lyubov'?” She taunted, stilling her fingers all together but not pulling them out, just leaving you full enough to want more.
“Fuck me already!” You sobbed, turning your head to meet her eye, watching how she enjoyed breaking you down for her to play with.
“Are my fingers not enough for this slutty pussy? You need more? Desperate whore wants to get fucked?” She teased, pulling her fingers away from you completely and watching strings of wetness bead between her knuckles as she plays with your slick. She moans when she tastes you, fingers running your wetness across her tongue. “Get on your back.”
You watch as she walks away, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter she stole from Natasha the last time the redhead was over. The black design stood out in the otherwise near darkness, the gold snake that wrapped around your favorite design in the stolen collection you both kept adding too. Wanda lit up, grimacing at the first hit that burnt the back of her throat. She blew the smoke out in a near perfect o shape, taking another drag before she came back to you. She passed off the blunt, climbing over top of you when you accepted it and took a drag. The grungy taste of smoke filled your mouth, adding to the heaviness in your limbs almost instantly.
“You ready?” She asked, positioning the bulbous head of the dildo with your entrance. You nodded, taking another drag before offering it to her. Her lips wrapped around it angelically, a stark contrast to how filthy the both of you were being. Wanda wasted no time, burying the dick in your pussy in one thrust, and setting a brutal pace as she fucked you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the blunt burning a hole in the comforter as ash fell off. You gasped at her brutal pace, reaching to set the blunt in the ashtray on your bedside table, immediately bringing your newly free hands to her back, digging your nails into her bare skin. Her tits bounced with each thrust, hanging over you with an invitation to pinch her perfectly pink nipples. Wanda's hands squeezed at your hips, gliding down your body until they reached your thighs. Pulling your legs further apart, the head of her cock rammed into your cervix, shooting white ropes of pleasure through every nerve in your body. Your back arched off the back, nipples pointed to the sky as you searched for more. The pebbled buds taunted your girlfriend, who leaned down hungrily and took one between her teeth, pulling at the sensitive flesh that was a one way shot to your clit.
“Please Wands, touch my clit.” You begged, tears welling in your eyes as pleasure built. Wanda's pace was brutal, and you were impossibly full, but she had still yet to touch your clit and every nerve in your body was burning with need.
“Hand me the vibrator.” She grit out through clenched teeth, leaving your nipples in favor of pointing to the scarlet vibrator she’d thrown on the bed before. Your hand fumbled to grab it, limbs shaking not only from the power of her thrusts but from desire. “God, I love this pussy.”
Wanda switched the vibrator to its second highest setting, settling it right on your sensitive nub. A sharp whine left your lips, back arching and hands searching for her skin. Your nails dragged marks down her back, your orgasm approaching quickly as she worked your over sensitive body.
“O-Oh, o-oh! Right there, r-right there!” You gasped, digging your nails into her hips, hips writhing to meet her thrusts and fall over the edge that was just out of reach. A hand slapped your cheek before moving onto pinch your nipples, your body alight with so many sensations you didn’t know how to react. “I-Im gonna cum! Mommy! O-oh I'm so close! I'm so close!”
Wanda slapped you again, shaking her head with pinched shut eyes, “Hold it.”
“I can’t!” You moaned, head thrown back and neck perfectly exposed for her to grab. Her fingers wrapped around your soft skin, squeezing in all the places that made you melt and worked you up simultaneously. Your head felt so heavy, your limbs each weighing a couple hundred pounds as they dropped onto the sheets and grabbed handfuls. “Wanda! Wanda I’m gonna cum! Im gonna cum!”
Minutes passed without a response from your partner, and the coil in your belly was desperately close to snapping with or without her permission, but before you could warn her, she was speaking, “Cum for me. Cum for me, slut.”
You came with a screech, but Wanda’s thrusts didn’t stop, they only seemed to amplify as she worked you through your climax and fought for her own, switching the vibrator to the highest setting despite the tears already falling from your eyes. “It’s too much. W-Wands it too much!”
Your body was alight will the combination of marijuana and alcohol, and your second orgasm was being pried from your body with a force that could break bones. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip so hard you could taste the metallic tell of blood, but the pleasure was so intense you didn’t care. “C-cum with me! Cum with me, dorogoy. Fuck. F-fuck.” The both of you exploded with a scream, Wanda dropping the vibrator somewhere on the bed and falling on top of you, heaving to catch her breath. The clock on your wall said it was after five am, and the drugs mixed with general exhaustion was pulling on her muscles.
“I love you.” She gasped, pressing soft kisses into your skin and wiggling until her feet weren’t dangling off the edge of the bed anymore. Her thighs were sticky from her orgasm, but neither of you cared to clean yourselves up. You kick your heels off, and Wanda undid the strap, throwing both objects somewhere in the room to clean and put away later.
Shimming out of your soaked panties, you grimace as the cold wetness brushed against your sensitive clit. “I love you too.”
A beat of silence fills the space, and you think she’s fallen sleep before she speaks again, “Did Maria really grab your ass?”
A giggle rustles your chests, and you shake your head while brushing your fingers through her tangled and sweaty hair. “She was too preoccupied with Nat to spare me a second glance.”
“You could’ve just asked to be fucked.” Wanda laughed.
“This was more fun.”
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stoner!wanda corrupting innocent!reader over a period of time! slowly introducing you to her favorite music and true crime podcasts, incorporating her kinks into your sex life one at a time until she doesn’t even have to prod you to call her mommy anymore, you do it all on your own and you enjoy it. she’ll never forget how pink your cheeks became the first time she told you to call her that. her head was buried between your legs, lapping away at your core after she’d spent the night teasing you at a party with all of her friends. your hands were in her hair, hips grinding against her tongue, desperate to finally fall over the edge, but every time you got close she lightened her touch and pretended like she didn’t notice. you cried out after the third time, and she looked up at you with the darkest stare you’d seen her give, pupils blown wide not only because of her lust, and she’d said, “call me mommy. if you really want to cum right now, you’ll call me mommy.” and you had, despite your reservations. that was one of the best orgasms you’d ever experienced, and wanda didn’t let you forget how your legs shook for minutes afterward. one night, she convinced you to join her on the roof of her apartment building under the guise that she could see orion’s belt, but really she’d just been smoking a joint and wanted you to join her. you’d declined her offer every time up until this point, but when she promised that it would warm you up, the harsh november cold settling into your bones despite your warmest pjs and big coat, you gave in. you thought she would’ve handed the joint over, maybe even talked you through how big of a hit to take, but she’d just grabbed your face in her cold hands and pressed her lips against yours, breathing the smoke into your mouth and watching you intensely as you pulled away and coughed. you liked it, even though it made your eyes burn and your throat tickle, and so she did it again, and once that fuzzy, floaty feeling hit your head, the world spinning and the stars so much brighter then you remembered, you somehow found the courage to ask if you could take your very own hit, and who was she to deny you? you didn’t decline her offers to get high anymore after that night.
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Pairings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: A phone call leads Wanda to saying something she instantly regrets.
Warnings: 18+ Cursing, drug use/ drug mention/ angst, fluff, hurt comfort, brief smut
A/n: This has been in my drafts for so long I had to get rid of it, so enjoy the lil stoner baby and her inability to deal with emotions correctly.🙂😂
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You let yourself into Wanda's apartment, you love the fact that Wanda was so eager to gift you with your own key. You walk past the threshold expecting to find your girlfriend on the couch watching tv, smoking or running that creative brain of hers rapid. When you close the door, it was anything but the usual routine playing out in front of you as you watch your girlfriend pace back and forth on the phone with her voice raised and irritation clearly plastered on her face. Natasha catches your confused state as she nears you from the kitchen.
"Hey, Y/n." she gives you a small smile but there was a clear sense of new softness in her voice. "Nat, what's going on? Who's on the phone?" She glances at Wanda in the same moment went Wanda's frustrations reach their limits. "Yeah? well I don't need you! I don't need you for anything, I haven't for a whole year now!" Wanda was ready for more retaliation, but it never came the sounds of a disconnected call line flowed through her ear before she carelessly throws her phone and storms into her room shutting the door before you could attempt to console her. Natasha softly grabs your arm before you make a few steps towards your girlfriend's door, you don't know what's going on, but she's clearly upset, and you want to be there for her.
"I think you should give her a minute to cool off." You study her for a moment, she's not surprised by what just occurred. As if she could read your mind, she answers your question. "It's nothing new, but it has been a while since she's argued with her dad." Yes, her dad was a piece of shit in your opinion. The way he just cut her off financially just because she wouldn't let him hold some form of control over her was a disgusting move. You honestly couldn't wait to visit Wanda's parents on break, you're going to make sure you give him a piece of your mind. wherever Wanda lacks in the argument you'll be sure to pick up the weight and stand up for your girlfriend.
"Fuck, that makes a lot of sense now." Natasha sighs and tucks her hairs behind her ear. "Yeah, just give her a little space, this one was more intense than I've ever seen before." She rubs your shoulder and doesn't leave until you nod in agreement with her. Once Natasha leaves you can't help but to contemplate on knocking on Wanda's door. Your thoughts of doing the action go away when Wanda walks out of room fast on her heels searching for something, she barely greets you. In fact, she doesn't greet you at all, too enraged and focused on whatever was in the living room.
You follow after her cautiously, as you watch from the small distance and once you see what she was searching for you make your presence known more clearly. You sit on the couch beside her reaching around her and turning her face in your direction. You press your lips onto her which she oddly enough doesn't put much effort into like you hoped. When the small actions of kisses or lack thereof is done, she turns away from you and continues rolling her blunt with determination and much more effort than she did during the kiss.
You have a quick battle internally on if you should stop her and tell her to talk about what happened or just leave her alone all together, but you couldn't just let her keep those emotions bottled up inside of her. “Hey, baby, maybe you should chill on the blunt for a second.” you proceeded with caution, but it still didn't do any good with how fast she responded to you with animosity.
“I just got a lecture from him I don’t need one from you too…not right now.” Her voice and her hands shake from frustration. Frustration for briefly talking about a detail that happened on the phone and frustration for not having a steady hand right now while she was trying to roll and smoke her problems away.
“I was just saying- "
“Can you please just get off my damn back? You're smothering me!” She frantically expresses her frustration as she rubs her hands harshly against her face and storms into her room slamming the door in the process. You stand there in shock for a moment. You can’t believe what just happened and how quick things went left. To be fair Natasha did warn you about Wanda’s mood beforehand but that’s never stopped you from deescalating a situation. Especially since it was you asking her to lay off the weed for just a moment, she’s never really blown up at you before over something that seems so minuscule.
You won't stay where you're not wanted, you pick up your bag and place your key on the counter before leaving out of the door. Wanda finally calms down and realizes she went overboard and blew up at you instead of communicating to you in a healthy way. She feels bad, no she feels like shit. She felt worse when she opened her bedroom door to find her apartment empty. She thought for sure you were still here just on the couch or in the kitchen until she got herself together. hell, half of her thought you would've stormed into her bedroom and set her straight for speaking to you like that. "Shit." She releases a shuddered breath before running to the window, she wants to see if you're still within walking distance to catch up to you. So, she waits, so waits for you to come back to the apartment. You've been sleeping here for some time now and only going back to your dorm during RA room inspections. When waiting for you to return home to her fails, she immediately goes for her phone that now has a cracked screen from her previous outburst of frustration. Every call and text went unanswered and ignored before you finally put your phone on do not disturb.
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You go the rest of the day successfully avoiding Wanda, but you knew soon or later she'd find you with the hype about the football game, she knew you'd be there and sure enough as she arrived, she spotted you immediately on the bleachers sitting next to Darcy and Monica. She walks quickly along the side of the football field, her only focus is getting to you and fixing this misunderstanding. You were too engaged on the game happening in front of you to even see Wanda approach you, but Monica lightly taps your elbow and whisper near your ear. "Here comes Wanda." She leans back with a soft smile as you take a quick glance out the corner of your eye. Sure, enough you could spot your girlfriend a mile away, but you still don't acknowledge her as she sits down on the bench next to Darcy, she wants to push her out of the way to sit insanely closer to you.
"Hey, Wanda." Darcy smiles as Wanda greets her with a head nod and very brief eye contact before her eyes were on you again. Monica pops her head forward to greet Wanda as well and she's met with the same response. She didn't have anything against them she considered them as friends but right now you and the status of this relationship mattered more. "I've been calling and texting your phone princess." She has to lean forward so she's not speaking directly into Darcy's ear while Darcy has to pretend, she's not listening to the conversation. Its awkward speaking to you this way.
"Lewis, can you move?" Wanda was done being nice she needed to talk to you and apologize. Wanda doesn't want this to fester into something much bigger she's learned from her mistake the first time and she'd rather not experience that pain again. Darcy wasn't going to protest to that, but she wouldn't be moving away too far because she's just unapologetically nosy. Just as Darcy was about to stand up and sit somewhere else you harshly pull her back down to sit on the metal bench causing a few curious looks from Darcy's loud display of shock and pain. "Ouch, what the hell!" She holds her bottom soothing the stinging pain.
"I didn't tell you to move Darcy, I don't want to talk to her right now." You plead with Darcy to stand her ground and be a good friend to you. She sees that you're serious and obviously there was some tension between you and Wanda. She turns toward an annoyed Wanda and says she's not moving. Wanda tilts her head to the side slightly and narrows her eyes down on Darcy and that was enough to get her off the bench. Darcy sits on the other side next to Monica, who was being respectfully about the clear tension with you and Wanda. Wanda eagerly slides next to you sniffling in the process. You made note of her red nose and rosy cheeks. She only had on a thin zip-up hoodie as chilly as it was outside and she didn't have a hat on either, you don't make a remark about it like you normally would. It takes a moment for Wanda to speak up, how should she start the conversation off? It's easy to sit in mutual silence as the crowd cheers and boos around you both. She musters up the confidence to start the conversation with her taking accountability for her actions.
"I'm sorry." You keep your eyes on the field not giving her any form of eye contact while she's so close to you. You're still mad at her. The silence from you only made her more anxious she nervously fumbled with her jacket pocket and pulled out your key to her apartment. "You left this on the counter." She brings it your eye view not waiting to see if you'd grace her with your beautiful eyes again. You hum in acknowledgement and turn away from her completely. "I know." Now she was really worried, she thought you left it in the heat of the moment not on purpose. "W-what why would you leave it intentionally?" She has to raise her voice in volume as the crowd cheers again, this was probably not a good place to fix an argument. Wanda drops her hand and tightens her grip on the cold metal, it would surely make marks into her skin when she checks her hand later.
"I didn't think it was best for me to stay where I wasn't wanted, besides I'm just giving you what you asked for, I wouldn't want to smother you anymore than I have, right?" Instantly Wanda regrets what she said to you, it didn't come out the way she wanted it to, what she meant was that she wanted space to deal with her emotions on her own rather than being coddled and comforted, she wasn't used to it so it's only normal that she reacted that way, but she still won't excuse herself for it.
"Hey, I want you there. I always want you there hence why even made you a key in the first place." She swallows the tension in her throat and slides closer to you on the bleacher. "I didn't mean that Princess, smother me all you want. Preferably I'd want you to smother me with your thighs." She attempts at making light of the situation. It doesn't work. Especially not a horny joke right now. Her playful smile drops within an instant when she doesn't hear a giggle, or she doesn't see a lopsided smile on your face. Without word you stand up from the bleacher and walk past a tight crowd, Wanda hurries after you she catches up to you in the process and when you don't stop after her calling your name a few times she runs after you and the only thing you feel is her hands and your body being lifted up. "Put me down Wanda." She nears the side of the bleachers away from the crowd with you still in her arms.
"No, I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood I'm not trying to make you upset." You wiggle in her grasp and release a disapproving scoff. "Too late for that." She releases you slowly and until your feet are back on the ground and you press your back into the hard surface of the bleachers. "About what I said earlier, I didn't mean it like that." She pokes her lip out and fidgets with her rings silently waiting for you to say something as she gathers her thoughts. "I was just upset, and I took it out on you when you were just trying to help."
"Wan-" She cuts you off before you have the chance to say anything. "Don't breakup with me, please." She steps closer to you but still gives you enough space to not feel crowded. "You really think I would breakup with you because of this? Seriously?" Wanda's mouth hangs open. "I don't know, this is all still new to me, and you left your key and....I just don't want to stop being your girlfriend." The longer you stare at her the more you know you won't be able to stay mad at her any longer. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" She has a small grin starting to creep out and you know you're a goner. "All adorable and doe eyed." Wanda gasps with fake annoyance. "I'm not adorable!" You chuckle for the first time today and it puts her at ease. "Yes, you are." Wanda doesn't fight back she only moves closer and buries her face in your neck. "So, since I'm so adorable, you forgive me then?"
"Well, I probably should've just let you cool off on your own, I just wanted to comfort you. So yes, I forgive you." Wanda surges forward to attach her lips to yours the kiss is rushed and sloppy, you love the desperation of it after being on the receiving end of the lack luster kiss earlier. Before things get too heated you gently pull away from her as she groans in disappointment. "Do you want to tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not ready to talk about it yet but I just wanted to ask." You bite your lip waiting anxiously for an answer and hoping you didn't push too hard again for another blow up.
There is a sense of hesitation in her eyes, and you were about to tell her it was okay, but she surprises you with actually opening up and being willingly to communicate with you. "The phone call was going surprisingly well a little too well I should've known he'd still be nagging me about the same thing, but the conversation took a turn. I finally thought we were in a good place so I told him about me entering the art showcase and how I would love it if he came to support. I wasn't even expecting him to praise me for my art or anything but just for him to be present during this big accomplishment." You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into your arms, but you still remain silent only offering her comfort until she's done releasing all of these feelings and emotions.
"I just wanted him to come to my first big show. He didn't even want to come to my show, Y/n." "Is that asking for too much? even after he said he couldn't support me financially I found a way to secure myself on my own and it's still not enough. I'm not enough all he cares about is Pietro and his future track career." She releases a frustrated breath of air as tears well up in her eyes. "I love Pietro and I would never wish harm on him, but Sometimes I just wonder what would happen if he got injured and couldn't run track anymore. Would my father still treat him better than me or would he make Pietro fend for himself now that he can't do something they mutually liked."
"Hey, no, no its not asking too much, Wanda. in fact, is the bare minimum he should want to support you no matter what, and I'm sorry for saying it out loud but your father is a piece of shit. He's going to look stupid in the future when you're so successful doing something he tried so hard to keep you from pursuing." You take a brief pause, bringing your fingers up to her face and swiping away the fallen tears. "And when that day comes, I'll be there to remind him that he had no part in your success at all and that you did it all on your own, without his help and without his money." She studies your face; she needs a moment to actually believe in what you're saying to her right now. Her blank expression is soon transformed into a growing smile as she leans her forehead on yours. "I love you."
"I love you too." You snuggle your nose against hers softly as you pull her in for a kiss. Once again, the kiss picks up in momentum and her hands move on their own traveling down to the zipper of your jeans. "Do you." She cuts you off by the intrusion of her tongue. "Want to." she cuts you off again sucking on your tongue. "Go to the car?" She bites your lip and chuckles sinisterly as she leans back but not giving you too much space. "Nuh un." Was all she said before she's back on her mission into your pants. You shriek from the first contact of her ice-cold fingertips. "Your fingers are fucking freezing."
"That's why I'm trying to warm them up, princess." Her fingers move in slow languid motions, she's completely focused on you from the small breaths you take to the utter self-control you have to use in order to not be so loud, even though you doubt you could be louder than the rowdy and emotional people in the bleachers. Every time she spoke words of simple matter you couldn't ignore the sultry and hunger in her voice, as her warm breath fans over your ear you feel yourself nearing closer and closer to your climax.
"I'm sorry for being an asshole."
"You look so hot when you're mad at me."
"I wish everyone on that field could hear how hot you sound. I wish everyone could hear how good I make you feel." That did it, that had you eager to please her, eager to make her good.
She's distracted and entranced by you and how she's making you feel she doesn't feel your prying hands on her jeans, and she gasps in surprise when your cold fingers slither their way into her warm and wet cunt. "Fuck." She whispers softly, you focus on leaving your marks on her neck, she still continues fucking you with her talented fingers. you're both panting and clinging to each other against the cold metal surface. The cold weather no longer being an issue when your bodies are radiating so much heat and ecstasy. You never thought you'd end the night like this, bucking into each other's hands at the football game not even having the decency to go to the car. You didn't care though; you find yourself not caring a lot about consequences when it comes to public sex since you've been with Wanda.
"Fuck, add another finger, baby." You add another finger, and she picks up in speed and whines against your lips. She's been working you up longer than you have been doing to her. "You're my girlfriend, say it." her breathing grows shallower and quicker paced, she's close. "I'm your girlfriend." You smirk as you thrust your hand harder you didn't even bother tugging her jeans down further for better access. She has you repeat the words over and over until she gets the reassurance she was looking for. "Are you gonna cum with me?" Wanda just nods her head not bothering to say any verbal words, you think it's cute when you have her lost for words and too fucked out to speak. "Yeah?"
"Uh hun." Her face is flushed, and her skin is hot and sweaty.
"You know you make me feel so good." You lean your head to whisper in her ear adding a playful bite to her earlobe for extra effect. She releases a loud moan so loud you're certain someone heard it since the crowd has quieted down. The moment you slip your free hand under her hoodie and twist her nipple while you simultaneously hook your finger in the right spot, you know she's cumming with you. The way both of you clench around each other's fingers at the same time.
The sight of pleasure plastered on each other's faces at the same time, and the feeling of your warm juices leaking down one another's fingertips at the same time. Both of you having the same thought of sucking the juices off each other's fingers but Wanda takes her hand away before you can put them in your mouth and sucks on them mockingly in your face.
"Now that's just being greedy." You fold one arm across your chest. She releases both fingers with a pop sound and grins at you as the saliva glistens on her face. "Hm, I'm sorry Princessa, here you can have a taste." She pulls you forward and shoves her tongue in your mouth making sure that no spot within your mouth was left untouched and unclaimed. You both share a few soft kisses before pulling apart. Wanda apologies once more for her actions earlier. "Stop, it's okay. I was upset but I wasn't going to end things because of an argument Wands, we're okay." You wait for her to acknowledge that nothing is changing, and couples have arguments and disagreements sometimes. She nods her head once and holds your hand, rubbing her thumbs against your skin.
"Do you wanna go back and watch the game?" You look at her like she's grown another head, especially since you've missed half the game already. "Fuck no, let's go home." You kiss her cheek and finish fixing you clothes in a presentable manner. You had plans on watching her favorite shows with her and possibly a few more rounds. Wanda grins and doesn't really bother to properly fix her clothes. You place a hand on hers just as she gets ready to close her zipper. "Leave that open I might get hungry on the way home." You shoot her a wink and walk away towards the parking lot. "Holy shit, I fucking love you." As Wanda quickly catches up to you in the parking lot, she can't help but feel like this is the bright side of having a short temper paired with a loving and understanding girlfriend.
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Teddy Graham
Summary: You and Wanda had been...well, something since highschool. You considered Wanda a friend, but friends don't do the things you did with Wanda. You never really got the chance to figure out what Wanda was to you before she graduated and left you behind. Fortunately, she makes it clear as day when you meet again in college.
Warnings: Drug usage (just weed), pet names, smut, corruption kink(?), fingering, strap ons, possessive behaviors, drug usage during sex, please tell me if I've missed anything! There are no gendered terms but R does have a vagina.
You and Wanda had an odd relationship, to say the least. The two of you met at a party during your Sophomore year of highschool. Though she was a junior and you'd only got to see each other in the hallways or briefly during lunch, you two go along well. The next year was a bit more complicated. You had two classes together and were able to talk a lot more. You were overjoyed to see her everyday, but your friends were heavily against it. They'd just barely tolerated her present during your Sophomore year and by the time your junior year started , they couldn't stand her and were happy to see her leave.
Where you saw a pretty girl with a soft heart, they saw nothing but a scumbag with a weed dependency. Wanda wouldn't deny it either. She was no good for you. You were innocent. You trusted too easily and saw the good in even the worst people, she understood why your friends were so keen on keeping you away from anything they deemed dangerous. Too bad that only made Wanda want you more.
It wasn't always a sexual want. When you two first met she just assumed it was just one of those things where upperclassmen "adopted" their underclassmen. She didn't remember exactly what it was that made her crave you in that way. Maybe it was watching you struggle to straddle during a game of truth or dare. It could've been those few short kisses you two shared during seven minutes in heaven that one time. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that Wanda made a promise to herself. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make sure to ruin you for anyone else.
Yet again, your innocence got the best of you. You were so excited to hang out with Wanda you didn't question a thing. It didn't bother you that no one was home. You didn't think twice when she'd locked her bedroom door. You were eager to sit in her lap when she offered. You didn't bat an eye when her hands began to roam under your shirt. Your only complaint was when Wanda finally snapped and pinned you down to the bed. Even then, your only concern was that you didn't know how to kiss someone. So, she taught you. Her sweet little bear was so happy to learn. She would've taken you right then and there had you not gotten so overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, things had quickly gone south your senior year. Distance plus packed schedules made it nearly impossible to keep talking. Not only that, the tension between Wanda and your friends had finally boiled over. They never stopped you from speaking to her, but they successfully shamed you out of even texting her in private. Wanda eventually let go. She assumed it'd just be some highschool fling she'd get over later in life.
Yet, there you were, standing in the corner of a frat house while everyone around partied their hearts out.
She did a double take the first time she laid eyes on you. Your locs had gotten longer and you'd dyed your hair, but it was still you. Even after a year and a half, you still greeted her with that same overenthusiastic wave like you did in highschool.
"Hey, sweet bear, long time no see?" Wanda had expected you to be a bit distant at first. Maybe she'd get a side hug and generic smile. She was not expecting you to flash her the brightest smile and nearly tackle her into a full blown hug. She cracked a smile and gently rubbed your shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you too."
You couldn't control the smile on your face. "I'm sorry, it's just that- wow this is crazy! I haven't seen you in forever and I didn't even know you went here, it's just, ah!" You pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh right," You let go and motioned towards the boy standing next to you. "This is Scott, he was the senior I got grouped up with during disorientation!"
Wanda couldn't help but pull you closer. "I wish you would've told me you were coming, I wouldn't have let you roam around campus by yourself." Her arms wrapped around your lower waist. "I think you and I have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"
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It didn't take long for Wanda's obsession to resurface. She couldn't help it, really. You'd just fallen right back into her arms and the two of you had quickly gone back to your old ways. It was much better the second time. No one could take you away from her anymore. All she had to do was claim you. Of course, with no competition around, she found herself taking her sweet time with it. There was no harm in teasing you a bit.
When Wanda invited you over for dinner that night, it was just so she had an excuse to take care of you. Really, she just wanted you to have a nice home cooked meal and cuddle up after an exam. She couldn't help but toy with you when she saw you toy with her rolling tray.
"What, you've never seen weed before?" Wanda sat down on the couch across from you. She watched as you naturally scooted closer. Her arms snaked around your waist.
You shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. "You were the only one I knew that smoked and I never went to parties after you left." The second Wanda didn't reprimand you for your nosiness, you began to open the little baggie. A quick sniff was all it took to send you into a coughing fit. You handed back the bag and covered your nose. "I don't like how it smells."
Wanda took the bag from you and patted her lap. "Come on, I'll show you how to roll." Her legs spread and let you get comfortable for a bit. She bit the inside of cheek to stop herself from commenting on your obedience. "I know it seems hard, but my sweet bear will make me proud." She leaned forward to grab the grinder, making sure to press her breast against your back.
You let out a sharp exhale through your nostrils, but kept quiet. You ran your fingers over the bear engraved on the top. "So, did you buy this because of me or have you always had a thing with bears?" A giggle escaped your lips despite the pinch Wanda gave you. You let the older woman place a few nuggets in the grinder. "So I just push down and twist?"
Wanda's hands interlocked with yours and guided you to the proper motions. "Don't push, it'll break apart weird and won't grind right." She whispered her instructions right into your ears, letting her accent slip just enough to get squirm. After a bit of twisting Wanda opened the bottom of the grinder. "Awe look at that, you did amazing." She nuzzled into the side of your neck. "Can you open up that cigar for me?"
You slowly picked up the cigar and the razor blade. Thankfully, Wanda could sense your nervousness and guided you through the process of cutting it open. Your eyes wide when Wanda pushed the empty paper towards your mouth. You hesitantly ran your tongue across the paper. For a moment, you watched Wanda. Let her fill the wrap and reroll it with ease. All you had to do was bend down and lick again.
Wanda leaned forward and grabbed the lighter. She ran the flame down the side a few times before she turned the top towards you. "Wanna hit?" She chuckled darkly, feeling you tense up in her lap. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you." She gently tapped your thigh signalling for you to move. "I'm sure the food is done by now, just relax for now."
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Wanda was in your head. She had you right where she wanted you. You were desperate for her touch. She hoped the first time was a little more romantic. Ideally, it would've been after a nice date. When you were all giddy and relaxed, she'd pull you close and have you the way she wanted. She couldn't tell if that was the weed or the romanticism talking.
"Do you remember the last time I had you in my room like this," She asked softly. Wanda took the blunt from between your lips and took a puff from it. She let the smoke out rush over your face and watched you squirm hopelessly. "I taught you how to kiss, you were so cute."
You had gotten a lot cuter. It was as if everything she loved had increased tenfold. "Have you gotten any better?"
A familiar burn worked its way across your face. It was embarrassing when anyone asked about your sex life. "I mean…I never really got a chance to try after that." The gentle warmth of Wanda's hand on your arm eased your nerves but did nothing to the hot pit in your stomach. Wanda never failed to make you feel that way. You thought it was wrong at first. Wanda was just a friend. People don't think about their friends the way you thought about Wanda.
Before you could get lost in your head, she kissed you.
The way you two kissed was so natural. Your lips move in sync with Wanda's. You opened your mouth just the way she liked when she bit your lip. Your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, just how she taught you. She overwhelmed you, but you enjoyed it. Wanda knew your body like the palm of her own hand. She groped you in all the right places and dominated you with such ease. You couldn't help but melt underneath her.
"Awe, you're so good for me. You haven't forgotten a thing." It was hard to go slow with you. The urge to grind against you so you'd feel the strap she hid under her sweatpants just so she could see you stutter and beg was too strong. Her thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips. "I've waited so long to have you like this." She tugged down your shorts and immediately zeroed in on the dark circle on your underwear.
You nervously closed your legs. Wanda gently pushed open your legs and situated herself between them. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm a little nervous." A shiver went down your spine when you caught Wanda's hungry stare. You'd seen it a few times. It was only ever brief glimpses. Maybe you'd been a little too antsy in her lap or too friendly with some boy she'd never met. It was a little scary, but you liked it.
Wanda ran her hands up and down the side of your thigh. "Don't be shy, sweet bear. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, it can be our little secret." Her thumb immediately found your clit and began rubbing circles around it. She let her fingers go lower and press against your entrance over the fabric. "You're gonna take me so well."
You watched nervously as Wanda removed your underwear. "Can you take something off too, this is really embarrassing." Your eyes followed Wanda's hands as they moved from your hips to the hem of her shirt. Your hand reached out slowly only for you to quickly bring it back to your side.
"No, it's okay, you can touch." Wanda grabbed your hand and placed it on breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her lips when you rolled her nipple just the way she liked. She leaned forward and began grinding against your core. One of her fingers eased itself inside of you with nearly no resistance. "Oh, you're gonna take me so well,"She said with a husky voice.
You shuddered and rushed to cover your mouth. You'd touched yourself before, but Wanda's fingers were much longer than yours. They reached deep inside and made quick work of you. The coil in your stomach grew tighter as Wanda spoiled you with another one of her fingers. She spread them apart before pistoning them inside you at a steady pace. "Please, please, please," You begged when Wanda began to pull her fingers out of you.
"Shh, I'll give you whatever you want but you have to be patient." Wanda pulled down her pants and let the dildo spring out. She ran the tip up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. She collected more of your slick on her fingers and used it to coat the length between her legs. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs and pushed them forward. "Now, be a good bear and keep your legs wide open for me, okay?"
You nodded obediently and held the back of your knees. It was an uncomfortable position. Your body had never stretched in such a way. The only solace you received was a few kisses and the soft promise that Wanda would help once she filled you up. "O-oh wow, that's big," You forced out through gritted teeth. You were thankful for the few moments Wanda gave you to adjust to the new form of intrusion.
Wanda stiffly leaned over and put the blunt in your lips. "Just take a puff, it'll help you relax." She stroked your hair and placed a gentle on your lip as you took a puff. She placed the blunt back on the nightstand and held your thighs again. The first thrust was dreadfully slow and shallow. Wanda continued at that pace until you began whimpering. "Oh, you're such a needy thing."
"Can't help it," You whispered softly. You whimpered again as Wanda finally bottomed out. The sensation of being stretched out was orgasmic in itself. Your hips rocked forward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts. Wanda had gone a little deeper, but her pace was still slow. "Fuck, Wanda, that feels so good."
Wanda's thumb slowly rubbed circles against your clit. "I'm gonna be the only one to see you like this, understand?" The possessiveness inside her only grew the more you begged for her touch. She finally got you. You were her needy little sweet bear and she could do whatever she wanted to you. "I've waited for so long to have you and now you're mine forever."
Your heart swelled. It probably wasn't normal to be turned on by such words. Maybe it was the weed, but you couldn't deny how hot it was. To finally understand what all those dark stares meant. It was arousing. "Hnng, fuck, Wanda I'm yours. I'm all yours I promise!"
Wanda struggled to keep herself calm. She wanted to ravage you. Mark you up and slut you out like no tomorrow. She knew you wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. "I'm gonna make you my slutty little teddy bear and you're gonna love every second of it, aren't you?" One calculated thrust into your gspot and you've tumbled over the edge into an orgasm.
A moan ripped through your throat. The quiet whimpers were replaced with yelps and other noises you'd never made before. Your eyes clamped shut. as your orgasms racked over your body. Wave after wave of endless pleasure as Wanda continued to guide you through your first orgasm.
Wanda took note of the way your eyebrows knitted together and pulled out. "Shh, we're done now sweet thing. Just relax." She lowered your legs and messaged them a bit. Finishing up with only one orgasm hadn't satisfied her in the slightest, but she needed to go step by step. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Wanda's neck. You let her guide you to the bathroom and sit you down on the toilet as she prepped your bath. A fuzziness had formed around your head and clouded your thoughts. You were in no capacity to speak, let alone think for yourself.
"Who would've thought, my sweet bear's a light weight."
#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff smut#wanda fanfic#wanda smut#wanda maximoff#stoner!wanda#wanda maximoff x you#rewrote this twice n it's trash
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(she said) don't let the high go to waste
pairing: college!wanda x afab!reader
desc: pietro invites you over to smoke and you find out after you spend some quality time with his sister, that you have a tendency to be a tad sensitive when high. (r is only referenced using gender neutral terms and they/them pronouns)
warnings: 18+ ONLY minors dni! drug use (marijuana), dub-con?? (possibly, only bc r's high, they aren't pressured or anything), fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving and giving) mentions of a strap but she doesn't actually make an appearance, praise, choking, wanda's rings, r is SO OBLIVIOUS GOOD GOD
word count: 2.5k
(all russian was translated through google translate)
пчэлка - little bee
любовь - love
малишка - baby
немного любви - little love
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when pietro invited you over, you certainly hadn't expected his sister to join the both of you. however, there you sat, on the floor in front of the maximoff's coffee table with a sibling on either side of you and copious amounts of takeout in front of you, higher than you'd ever been in your life.
you had always enjoyed wanda's presence. she was so effortlessly beautiful and had such a calm and carefree aura, you couldn't help it. that and she was always so nice to you, defending you when your friends would tease you, and always calling you nicknames in her native tongue that made you shiver. in all honesty, she managed to fluster you quite often, and she seemed more than well aware of it.
similarly to the position you're in now, her fingers softly gripping your chin to turn it towards her, and gently pushing your lips open with her thumb, exhaling smoke into your mouth as she smirked down at you. she pulls away softly, the fingertips on your chin moving to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, her nails gently scraping your cheek on the journey, causing a shiver to wrack your body and her eyebrows to pull together slightly.
"you alright, пчэлка?"
you nod, your mouth feeling dry as words fail you. she grins at you again, thumb brushing your cheek once more before she turns to face the tv again.
"mm, good."
you bite your lip softly at that. the sound of her raspy voice combined with her accent that made you feel lightheaded as she uttered a phrase you'd dreamed of her saying a thousand times before causing you to bite back a whimper. you turn forward, almost swearing you see her chuckle under her breath, before standing up throwing out an excuse of getting a drink as you walked to the kitchen.
you stand with your hands gripping the edge of the sink to steady yourself and calm your racing heart, exhaling heavily as you hear footsteps padding accross the floor, towards you. you don't look up, causing you to jump slightly as you feel cool rings against your stomach as wanda's hands wrap around your waist from behind. you suck in a breath, turning around to face her, smiling until you see the worry plastered over her face.
"you sure you're alright, baby?"
you chuckle nervously, picking at your fingernails as you feel yourself flush, cheeks heating up.
"yeah, i'm fine, thanks wanda."
she looks at you, unconvinced, pouring you a glass of water, "of course, любовь. here, drink this." she chuckles as you gulp down the glass, reaching up to wipe the water that dribbles down your chin, before taking one of your hands and squeezing it softly, leading you back to the living room when you finish.
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after several movies, pietro eventually falls asleep, his legs practically shoving you into wanda as he sprawls out. she doesn't seem to mind, however, as she's pulled one of your legs across her lap, softly running her fingertips along the top of your thigh, and has wrapped and arm around your waist, tucking you tightly into her side.
you, on the other hand, are struggling to remain composed, the sensation of her fingertips seeming to affect you more than usual as you feel your whole body flush and you continue to pull your bottom lip in between your teeth. wanda softly squeezes your thigh, humming to herself.
"you're so tense, немного любви."
"hm? oh...i guess i have been studying a bit more than usual, i've got a physics exam coming up."
wanda frowns softly, brushing her thumb over your knee, before looking back to you. "here, come sit between my legs, i'll help you get rid of some of those pesky knots, hm?"
you nod softly, sucking in a breath before moving to sit between her legs. once you're settled, she begins to softly work her fingers into your muscles, pressing firmly to remove the tensions bundled there.
"you know, i wish you'd take better care of yourself, sweetheart." she whispers softly. you groan softly and hiss as her thumb presses into a particularly large knot. "jesus christ, малишка, it's worse than i thought, huh?"
your eyes flutter shut as she gently caresses the spot she had just pressed into, soothing it, while simultaneously quickening your pulse to an alarming rate. you hum, internally cringing when it comes out shakier than you'd planned.
"relax, honey. i've got you." wanda chuckles, pressing into your muscles again. you try to compose yourself, taking a deep breath in and relaxing into her hands. "hmm, there you go...that better?"
you nod, biting your lip to hold back a moan as you feel her finger brush against your neck, her warm skin contrasting with the cool metal of her rings. she chuckles again, leaning so close to you that you can feel her chest pressed to your back and her breath blowing your baby hairs softly.
"you're a lot more obvious than you think, love." she moved her hand to lay softly against your neck, pressing a kiss behind your ear, but applying no pressure. "is this alright?"
you nod again, biting your lip harder, but failing to hold back a whimper when she wraps her hand tighter around your neck, squeezing slightly until you feel lightheaded. her other hand wandering down your body to grab yours.
"mmm, so pretty."
she takes her hand off your neck, and grabs your hips to turn you around. once you're situated she moves her hand to wrap around your shoulder, softly twirling the hairs at the base of your neck.
"if you want me to stop, at any time, you tell me and i'll stop right away, okay?"
your eyes flutter open and you nod, she shakes her head, your eyebrows furrow slightly.
"if we're gonna keep going i need you to use your words, baby."
"y-yes wanda, please, just touch me."
she laughs softly, capturing your lips with her own, "needy baby..." she gently slides her tongue past your lips, tracing every inch of your mouth. "let's go to my room, yeah?"
"yes, please."
she chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to both of your cheeks, and finally to your nose.
"so polite. i like that."
she grins, taking your hand and leading you to her room, pressing you up against the door as she shuts it, her lips immediately finding your neck. her hands wander down your sides, softly grabbing your hips and tugging them towards her, chuckling breathily against your skin when you moan softly.
she begins lightly sucking on your skin, sure to leave a mark, as her hand wanders down to brush gently over your center. you whine softly, at the sensation of her lips on your neck and the need for more friction, your jeans causing an annoying barrier between you and her touch.
"wanda..."
she bites down on your neck, hard, before kissing down to your collarbone.
"patience, пчэлка, let me take my time with you."
she laves her tongue over the bone, sucking on the skin where your shoulder and neck meet.
"you're being unfair.." you pout softly, causing her to tug on your hair.
"what happened to those manners you had before, hm? you forget how to act when you get desperate?" you shake your head, biting your lip softly, before you feel her tug harder on your hair, your head tipping back further and baring your neck completely to her, and mutter a soft 'words' against your skin.
"n-no."
"good, because if you don't find them, i may just have to leave you all desperate like this. and you don't want that, do you?"
"no! please, i'll be good!"
wanda chuckles against your skin again, humming softly. "hmm, that's what i thought."
she begins to walk backwards as her kisses wander back to your lips, spinning the two of you around so she's walking you towards her bed, and eventually pushing you onto it.
there, she straddles you, removing your shirt and kissing further down your chest and stomach until she reaches the waist of your jeans. she plays with the button before tugging them off.
she stares down at you hungrily, her eyes raking up and down your form, causing your cheeks to heat up. she smirks appreciatively at the view, grinning when she notices your panties, causing you to flush deeply as you remember the design printed on them.
"hmm, i like the bunnies, it's cute. it suits you" she mutters, more to herself than to you, as she traces her fingertips along the hem, still smirking.
"t-thank you.."
"oh, you're more than welcome, darling"
your breath hitches as her fingertips wander under the hem of your panties, mockingly gasping when her fingers slide between your folds.
"aww, baby, are you really this wet all from me?" she chuckles under her breath as you nod, exhaling shakily, "god, i've barely even touched you and you're practically soaking my hand, love."
she pulls her hand out from your panties, pushing her fingers past your lips for you to clean off, before taking off your panties.
"fuck, малышка, you're gorgeous."
she moves her fingers back to your cunt, tracing up and down your folds again, this time finding your clit easily and circling it gently. the sensation has you moaning loudly and pushing your hips into her hand as she chuckles, smirking at you.
"mm, someone's sensitive, huh?"
"w-wanda, please..."
"shh, i'm gonna take care of you honey, don't worry. i just wanna play with you a little bit, alright?"
you whimper, nodding, as you let your eyes flutter shut. she smiles down at you, deciding to reward you for your obedience, and moving her fingers to lightly trace around your entrance.
she stares down at your cunt, watching as you clench around nothing. mocking your whines when she teases you further, and laughing when you try to push her fingers into you with your hips.
"baby, i thought i told you to relax, hm? just lay back and take what i give you, good things come to those who wait, лыбовь."
you sigh and try to relax back into the mattress, feeling more motivated when she hums in satisfaction, muttering a 'good, baby' for extra measure.
she continues teasing you for a little while longer before pressing her lips roughly to yours as she slides two of her fingers into you, swallowing your moans and smiling against your lips when she feels your wrap your arms around her neck and pull her closer.
"jesus, you're so fucking tight around my fingers, i can only imagine how pretty you'd look around my strap, baby." you moan loudly into her mouth and push your hips into her slightly, and she smirks against your lips. "yeah, you like that, huh? maybe i'll bring it out for you next time if you ask nicely. "
you bite your lip harshly, nearly puncturing the skin.
"oh, fuck! please, wanda."
she smiles down at you, beginning to thrust her fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, smiling as your mouth falls open and you release a series of whines and small moans.
"this what you wanted, sweetheart?"
you nod, biting harshly on to your lip to keep your volume down, remembering pietro's presence and how thin the apartment's walls are.
wanda picks up her pace slightly, as she lowers herself down your body, blowing lightly on your clit and giggling as your hips twitch.
"mm, is there something else you want from me, baby?" you nod, whimpering pathetically and letting out a small 'please', watching as wanda smirked at you. "you're gonna have to use your words then, beautiful. i won't ask again."
you whine, barely able to form a sentence, stuttering over your words. your hips thrash and you moan as you feel her hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. "y-your mouth...please."
wanda smirks, leaning towards you and wrapping her lips around your clit, humming softly to show her approval.
"there we go, good job honey." she sucks harshly, before swirling her tongue over it, her fingers still pumping at a steady pace. "that wasn't so difficult, huh?"
you bite back a snarky response, settling for a groan instead as she finds the perfect rhythm of her fingers and tongue that have you teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
"f-fuck, please, wanda...wanna come for you."
wanda chuckles, humming against you again.
"oh, you do, baby?" she flicks her tongue against your clit firmly. "why don't you go ahead and come for me then, hm?"
she moves back up your body to kiss you again, muffling your load moans, and replacing her tongue on your clit with her thumb. she continues to mumble encouragements and praises as you come around her fingers, legs shaking and twitching slightly.
"good, that's it, baby...yeah, honey..there you go, let it all out...mhm, that's it, let go for me, love."
she helps you ride out your orgasm, before removing her fingers and chuckling at your whine of protest. she slips her fingers into your mouth again, allowing you to clean them off for her.
once they're clean, you release them with a pop, looking up at her, shyly mumbling, "c-can i make you feel good now? please?"
she chuckles softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before switching places with you, leaning back against the pillows as she guides you to lay between her legs.
"go ahead, baby."
you look up at her, leaning down and pressing soft kisses along her thigh, making your way towards her pussy. you smile, hearing her sigh softly in pleasure as she threads her hands into your hair when you press a gentle kiss against her.
"don't. tease."
as you dive in, you feel her grip get tighter, tugging lightly on your hair and guiding you to where she wanted you to be. the sounds of her soft moans only spurring you on every time you found a certain rhythm she liked.
within minutes she was gripping your hair hard enough to burn, feeling the sting in your scalp, as she rutted her hips against your face moaning and muttering out praises.
"fuck, that's so good...that's it baby, right there...god, feels so good, sweetheart, keep going."
her praises encouraged you further, pushing you to press your tongue into her unexpectedly, causing a rather loud moan to escape her and a harsh tug to be delivered to your hair.
"that's it, пчэлка, don't stop...i'm so close, you're doing so good for me, baby..."
her moans grew louder and her hips bucked messily against your face, before she was pushed over the edge, gripping your hair harshly and trapping your face tightly between her legs with her strong thighs.
after she had calmed, you sat up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as she caught her breath, giggling slightly at how disheveled she looked.
"c'mere," she muttered opening her arms and gesturing for you to lay your head on her chest so she could wrap them around you, "wanna hold you, come on."
you smiled, crawling up to lay with her, your smile growing as she began to rub your back softly.
"you did so good for me, немного любви. i'm so proud of you." you grinned, relishing in the praise and smiling at the increased thickness of her accent in her tired voice, allowing your eyes to flutter shut, knowing she would care for you.
#wanda maximoff x reader#college!wanda#college!wanda x reader#char: wanda maximoff#avengers#avengers x reader#mcu#marvel x reader#wanda maximoff smut#college!wanda smut#stoner!wanda#jules writing#stoner!wanda x reader#stoner!wanda smut
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wanda maximoff - stoner gf au
#back w a bang#kidding I fucking hate this one too#this is totally for the lizard#she’s been asking for months and I deliver trash#call me trash truck#anyways#wandasversion moodboard#elizabeth olsen#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x you#sapphic#stoner
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Natasha: Wanda, are you high?
Wanda: *high as hell* Am I what?
Natasha: High.
Wanda: Hello.
#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#scarlet witch#black widow#incorrect wanda maximoff#incorrect natasha romanoff#marvel#mcu#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect mcu quotes#wandavision#wandanat#wanda x natasha#scarlet widow#inspired by Elizabeth ‘i’m an aspiring stoner’ Olsen#wanda maximilf
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Hi, can I ask for a moodboard with Stoner!Wanda??
Stoned lil thang ✨
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Summary: Your "friend" is needing something to take the edge of her breakup but when she drags you into her problems you get your own problem. That problem you have is about a certain stoner.
Stoner!Wanda x reader
Warnings: Cannabis, Drugies, Kinda toxic friends, Break ups, cuddles, sitcoms, praise from Wanda, Idk.
A/n: Sorry I haven't been posting lately. Going to post a Royal part 2 soon. Also sorry for any grammatical errors. :)
Your friend Carol was a little more on the bad side than you. She would get high and hang out with some questionable people. But she still was your friend so you stuck around. She recently just broke up with her now ex boyfriend. You two were hanging out at a park when her phone rang. She mouthed to you, “Can I take this?”. You nodded. She picked up and walked away. You heard, “I can’t do it later?…I’m with a friend right now.”. When she came back she said, “Hey I know that you came with me but I need to go pick something up. You can come if you want. It will be quick but I'm not gonna pressure you.” . “Sure, what are you picking up?” You asked. She quietly replied, “Some drugs.”. You of course were worried for your friend but didn’t say anything because it was already obvious.
When she got to the house you came up with her to the door. You didn’t know who her dealer was but this place didn't look bad. Carol knocked and waited. It seemed like no one was there but then the door opened. Wanda Maximoff. She was the dealer. Wanda Maximoff the most popular girl in the school and apparently she was dealing drugs? She stared at you with a smirk. “It seems like you brought a snack Carol.”. “I’m not a snack, I'm a full course meal, Turd.” You said with anger present in your voice. “Oh I'm sorry princess.” She said sarcastically. “You better be.”, you mumbled. “Come in real quick and I will go get it for you Carol.” Wanda walked off and left the door open. Carol walked in and then motioned for you to come in. You were debating it when Carol gave you puppy dog eyes so you decided why not. You came into a house that was kinda messy but not super bad. Carol made herself at home and laid down on the couch but you didn’t want to touch anything because you knew that Carol was not her only customer and you didn't want to be around stuff that they had probably touched.
Wanda came out and gave the bag to Carol. They exchanged thanks then Carol asked if she could test it in the bathroom and Wanda said, “Sure.”. Carol left and it was just you and Wanda. Wanda sat down on the couch and turned on a sitcom. Which you liked but you couldn’t really see from where you were. Wanda made a weird face and said to you, “Come sit.” You didn't respond, just stayed there. “I said you can sit.” She said a little irritated. She was staring at you. So you caved and sat as far away from her as possible while still being able to watch the television. “Baby come here.” She said, You listened and scooted over. “Good girl.” The praise made your stomach flip. She slowly wrapped her arm around you. You didn’t mind it which scared you since you knew Wanda was a player. It had only been like 5 minutes and Carol was still in the bathroom which got you worried.
So you said to Wanda, “I should go check up on Carol.” She quickly stood up to stop you and she said, “ She is probably just having a hard time so she needs more time. Come on baby, you don’t want to interrupt her.” She had a good point so you sat back down. “ only for 10 minutes though.” You said with a stern voice. You slowly fell into Wanda slightly every second. She was just so comfy. You don’t know if it was her chest area or how warm she was that made you more comfortable but you weren’t complaining about either. You suddenly realized that 30 minutes had gone by. As you quickly got up Wanda got up. “I have to go check on Carol .” She stood up and grabbed your face into a kiss.you were still in shock while she dominated your mouth. She continued and you moaned in response. She then tried to move her hands low.
When you realized you quickly back away. “Baby what was that for?” You didn't want to end up like the other girls she was with. “You're a player who doesn't care about anyone's feelings. And I personally am not looking for that.”. You got away as fast as possible and opened the door that had a sign with “bathroom” on it. When you opened it you saw Carol snoring. You shook her awake knowing that Wanda was behind you. She quickly awoke and before you could say anything you grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the house somehow managing to not run into Maximoff on the way out. As you were passing through the front door Wanda shouted for you to stop but you did not even look at her as you slammed the door while still holding Carol's wrist. “What happ-” She tried to ask before you interrupted her. “I’m leaving.” You said as you walked away from her and started to walk home.
#wanda maximoff#avengers#fanfiction#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#stoner!wanda#stoner!wanda x reader
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Summary: Your relationship with Wanda toes the line of "just friends" several times. No matter how much your friends try to pull you away from her and insist that she's the worst person ever, you keep falling into her arms. You're hopelessly wrapped around Wanda's fingers and not even a year apart can fix that
Warnings: 18+ content, smoking, strap-on, fingering, corruption, pet names, no gender terms but the reader does have a cooch
A/N: this is a repost (and a cross post) so if you've read this before, please be kind.
You and Wanda had an odd relationship, to say the least. The two of you met at a party during your Sophomore year of high school. Though she was a junior and you'd only got to see each other in the hallways or briefly during lunch, you two go along well. The next year was a bit more complicated. You had two classes together and were able to talk a lot more. You were overjoyed to see her everyday, but your friends were heavily against it. They'd just barely tolerated her present during your Sophomore year and by the time your junior year started , they couldn't stand her and were happy to see her leave.
Where you saw a pretty girl with a soft heart, they saw nothing but a scumbag with a weed dependency. Wanda wouldn't deny it either. She was no good for you. You were innocent. You trusted too easily and saw the good in even the worst people, she understood why your friends were so keen on keeping you away from anything they deemed dangerous. Too bad that only made Wanda want you more.
It wasn't always a sexual want. When you two first met she just assumed it was just one of those things where upperclassmen "adopted" their underclassmen. She didn't remember exactly what it was that made her crave you in that way. Maybe it was watching you struggle to straddle during a game of truth or dare. It could've been those few short kisses you two shared during seven minutes in heaven that one time. It didn't really matter. What did matter was that Wanda made a promise to herself. If she couldn't have you to herself, she'd make sure to ruin you for anyone else.
Yet again, your innocence got the best of you. You were so excited to hang out with Wanda you didn't question a thing. It didn't bother you that no one was home. You didn't think twice when she'd locked her bedroom door. You were eager to sit in her lap when she offered. You didn't bat an eye when her hands began to roam under your shirt. Your only complaint was when Wanda finally snapped and pinned you down to the bed. Even then, your only concern was that you didn't know how to kiss someone. So, she taught you. Her sweet little bear was so happy to learn. She would've taken you right then and there had you not gotten so overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, things had quickly gone south your senior year. Distance plus packed schedules made it nearly impossible to keep talking. Not only that, the tension between Wanda and your friends had finally boiled over. They never stopped you from speaking to her, but they successfully shamed you out of even texting her in private. Wanda eventually let go. She assumed it'd just be some high school fling she'd get over later in life.
Yet, there you were, standing in the corner of a frat house while everyone around partied their hearts out.
She did a double take the first time she laid eyes on you. Your locs had gotten longer and you'd dyed your hair, but it was still you. Even after a year and a half, you still greeted her with that same overenthusiastic wave like you did in high school.
"Hey, sweet bear, long time no see?" Wanda had expected you to be a bit distant at first. Maybe she'd get a side hug and generic smile. She was not expecting you to flash her the brightest smile and nearly tackle her into a full blown hug. She cracked a smile and gently rubbed your shoulders. "Yeah, I missed you too."
You couldn't control the smile on your face. "I'm sorry, it's just that- wow this is crazy! I haven't seen you in forever and I didn't even know you went here, it's just, ah!" You pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh right," You let go and motioned towards the boy standing next to you. "This is Scott, he was the senior I got grouped up with during disorientation!"
Wanda couldn't help but pull you closer. "I wish you would've told me you were coming, I wouldn't have let you roam around campus by yourself." Her arms wrapped around your lower waist. "I think you and I have a lot to catch up on, don't you think?"
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It didn't take long for Wanda's obsession to resurface. She couldn't help it, really. You'd just fallen right back into her arms and the two of you had quickly gone back to your old ways. It was much better the second time. No one could take you away from her anymore. All she had to do was claim you. Of course, with no competition around, she found herself taking her sweet time with it. There was no harm in teasing you a bit.
When Wanda invited you over for dinner that night, it was just so she had an excuse to take care of you. Really, she just wanted you to have a nice home cooked meal and cuddle up after an exam. She couldn't help but toy with you when she saw you toy with her rolling tray.
"What, you've never seen weed before?" Wanda sat down on the couch across from you. She watched as you naturally scooted closer. Her arms snaked around your waist.
You shook your head and rested your head on her shoulder. "You were the only one I knew that smoked and I never went to parties after you left." The second Wanda didn't reprimand you for your nosiness, you began to open the little baggie. A quick sniff was all it took to send you into a coughing fit. You handed back the bag and covered your nose. "I don't like how it smells."
Wanda took the bag from you and patted her lap. "Come on, I'll show you how to roll." Her legs spread and let you get comfortable for a bit. She bit the inside of cheek to stop herself from commenting on your obedience. "I know it seems hard, but my sweet bear will make me proud." She leaned forward to grab the grinder, making sure to press her breast against your back.
You let out a sharp exhale through your nostrils, but kept quiet. You ran your fingers over the bear engraved on the top. "So, did you buy this because of me or have you always had a thing with bears?" A giggle escaped your lips despite the pinch Wanda gave you. You let the older woman place a few nuggets in the grinder. "So I just push down and twist?"
Wanda's hands interlocked with yours and guided you to the proper motions. "Don't push, it'll break apart weird and won't grind right." She whispered her instructions right into your ears, letting her accent slip just enough to get squirm. After a bit of twisting Wanda opened the bottom of the grinder. "Awe look at that, you did amazing." She nuzzled into the side of your neck. "Can you open up that cigar for me?"
You slowly picked up the cigar and the razor blade. Thankfully, Wanda could sense your nervousness and guided you through the process of cutting it open. Your eyes wide when Wanda pushed the empty paper towards your mouth. You hesitantly ran your tongue across the paper. For a moment, you watched Wanda. Let her fill the wrap and reroll it with ease. All you had to do was bend down and lick again.
Wanda leaned forward and grabbed the lighter. She ran the flame down the side a few times before she turned the top towards you. "Wanna hit?" She chuckled darkly, feeling you tense up in her lap. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you." She gently tapped your thigh signalling for you to move. "I'm sure the food is done by now, just relax for now."
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Wanda was in your head. She had you right where she wanted you. You were desperate for her touch. She hoped the first time was a little more romantic. Ideally, it would've been after a nice date. When you were all giddy and relaxed, she'd pull you close and have you the way she wanted. She couldn't tell if that was the weed or the romanticism talking.
"Do you remember the last time I had you in my room like this," She asked softly. Wanda took the blunt from between your lips and took a puff from it. She let the smoke out rush over your face and watched you squirm hopelessly. "I taught you how to kiss, you were so cute."
You had gotten a lot cuter. It was as if everything she loved had increased tenfold. "Have you gotten any better?"
A familiar burn worked its way across your face. It was embarrassing when anyone asked about your sex life. "I mean…I never really got a chance to try after that." The gentle warmth of Wanda's hand on your arm eased your nerves but did nothing to the hot pit in your stomach. Wanda never failed to make you feel that way. You thought it was wrong at first. Wanda was just a friend. People don't think about their friends the way you thought about Wanda.
Before you could get lost in your head, she kissed you.
The way you two kissed was so natural. Your lips move in sync with Wanda's. You opened your mouth just the way she liked when she bit your lip. Your legs wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, just how she taught you. She overwhelmed you, but you enjoyed it. Wanda knew your body like the palm of her own hand. She groped you in all the right places and dominated you with such ease. You couldn't help but melt underneath her.
"Awe, you're so good for me. You haven't forgotten a thing." It was hard to go slow with you. The urge to grind against you so you'd feel the strap she hid under her sweatpants just so she could see you stutter and beg was too strong. Her thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips. "I've waited so long to have you like this." She tugged down your shorts and immediately zeroed in on the dark circle on your underwear.
You nervously closed your legs. Wanda gently pushed open your legs and situated herself between them. "I'm sorry, it's just…I'm a little nervous." A shiver went down your spine when you caught Wanda's hungry stare. You'd seen it a few times. It was only ever brief glimpses. Maybe you'd been a little too antsy in her lap or too friendly with some boy she'd never met. It was a little scary, but you liked it.
Wanda ran her hands up and down the side of your thigh. "Don't be shy, sweet bear. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, it can be our little secret." Her thumb immediately found your clit and began rubbing circles around it. She let her fingers go lower and press against your entrance over the fabric. "You're gonna take me so well."
You watched nervously as Wanda removed your underwear. "Can you take something off too, this is really embarrassing." Your eyes followed Wanda's hands as they moved from your hips to the hem of her shirt. Your hand reached out slowly only for you to quickly bring it back to your side.
"No, it's okay, you can touch." Wanda grabbed your hand and placed it on breast and squeezed. A moan escaped her lips when you rolled her nipple just the way she liked. She leaned forward and began grinding against your core. One of her fingers eased itself inside of you with nearly no resistance. "Oh, you're gonna take me so well,"She said with a husky voice.
You shuddered and rushed to cover your mouth. You'd touched yourself before, but Wanda's fingers were much longer than yours. They reached deep inside and made quick work of you. The coil in your stomach grew tighter as Wanda spoiled you with another one of her fingers. She spread them apart before pistoning them inside you at a steady pace. "Please, please, please," You begged when Wanda began to pull her fingers out of you.
"Shh, I'll give you whatever you want but you have to be patient." Wanda pulled down her pants and let the dildo spring out. She ran the tip up and down your slit just to watch you squirm. She collected more of your slick on her fingers and used it to coat the length between her legs. Her hands moved to the backs of your thighs and pushed them forward. "Now, be a good bear and keep your legs wide open for me, okay?"
You nodded obediently and held the back of your knees. It was an uncomfortable position. Your body had never stretched in such a way. The only solace you received was a few kisses and the soft promise that Wanda would help once she filled you up. "O-oh wow, that's big," You forced out through gritted teeth. You were thankful for the few moments Wanda gave you to adjust to the new form of intrusion.
Wanda stiffly leaned over and put the blunt in your lips. "Just take a puff, it'll help you relax." She stroked your hair and placed a gentle on your lip as you took a puff. She placed the blunt back on the nightstand and held your thighs again. The first thrust was dreadfully slow and shallow. Wanda continued at that pace until you began whimpering. "Oh, you're such a needy thing."
"Can't help it," You whispered softly. You whimpered again as Wanda finally bottomed out. The sensation of being stretched out was orgasmic in itself. Your hips rocked forward in a desperate attempt to meet her thrusts. Wanda had gone a little deeper, but her pace was still slow. "Fuck, Wanda, that feels so good."
Wanda's thumb slowly rubbed circles against your clit. "I'm gonna be the only one to see you like this, understand?" The possessiveness inside her only grew the more you begged for her touch. She finally got you. You were her needy little sweet bear and she could do whatever she wanted to you. "I've waited for so long to have you and now you're mine forever."
Your heart swelled. It probably wasn't normal to be turned on by such words. Maybe it was the weed, but you couldn't deny how hot it was. To finally understand what all those dark stares meant. It was arousing. "Hnng, fuck, Wanda I'm yours. I'm all yours I promise!"
Wanda struggled to keep herself calm. She wanted to ravage you. Mark you up and slut you out like no tomorrow. She knew you wouldn't be able to handle it just yet. "I'm gonna make you my slutty little teddy bear and you're gonna love every second of it, aren't you?" One calculated thrust into your gspot and you've tumbled over the edge into an orgasm.
A moan ripped through your throat. The quiet whimpers were replaced with yelps and other noises you'd never made before. Your eyes clamped shut. as your orgasms racked over your body. Wave after wave of endless pleasure as Wanda continued to guide you through your first orgasm.
Wanda took note of the way your eyebrows knitted together and pulled out. "Shh, we're done now sweet thing. Just relax." She lowered your legs and messaged them a bit. Finishing up with only one orgasm hadn't satisfied her in the slightest, but she needed to go step by step. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up.
You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Wanda's neck. You let her guide you to the bathroom and sit you down on the toilet as she prepped your bath. A fuzziness had formed around your head and clouded your thoughts. You were in no capacity to speak, let alone think for yourself.
"Who would've thought, my sweet bear's a light weight."
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sooo maybe there’s something queued for tomorrow and maybe it’s stoner wanda smut… like almost 4k words of stoner wanda
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Starting to write 'i found the cure to growing older' which means rockstar nat and wanda soon come.
#there's art and everything#also you get stoner!wanda as well#seemed about time#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#wandanat x reader#i found the cure to growing older
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Special Holiday
Pairings: Stoner!Wanda x Reader, brief Natasha appearance.
Summary: You tried planning a special day for what you think is your girlfriends holiday turns out you were wrong.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of weed and weed use.
A/N: Just something short and fun for 4/20 today 🥳
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“Are you excited for your holiday today?” You ask as you massage Wanda’s scalp with her head in your lap. She doesn’t turn away from the television, she’s too into the shitty reality show of hers that Kate introduced her to. You’re happy they’re somewhat getting along and bonding over a show could possibly bring them closer together. Wanda deepens the crease in her brow trying to figure out what holiday you were talking about. “What holiday are you talking about, baby?”
“Today is April 20th.” She watches you waiting for more details to be revealed about the day. Seeing her still pretend to be clueless you huff in frustration thinking she was just playing around with you to get you upset. “I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How hard did you hit that bong this morning?” You grip her face inspecting her and checking her forehead for a fever.
“Clearly not hard enough if you’re making things difficult for me.” She moves your prying hands away from her face and falls back into the bed with a huff. "I should honestly be the one asking if you took a hit from my bong, come here." she does the same actions as you did, smooshing your cheeks together, inspecting your face and checking your temperature with the back of her hand. “Today is weed day or whatever, right?” Wanda tries to stifle her laugh but can’t contain it. “See I knew you were fucking with me.” You Toss your phone on the bed and move to the edge of the bed not caring about the slight whiplash of Wanda's head bouncing on the bed. “No, don’t go, I wasn’t fucking with you.” she pleads as she still laughs at you which only annoys you more.
“Bullshit” she grabs you in one smooth motion and positions herself on top of you.
“I’m being honest baby, but who the hell calls it weed day?” You groan in annoyance beneath her as Natasha enters the room hearing the commotion from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” She flops down into the beanbag chair as she waits for answers.
“Don’t you dare.” You send Wanda a warning tone and in return she just deviously grins above you and quickly gets the words out of her mouth before you could silence her from telling Natasha. “Y/n, called four-twenty weed day, wait no she actually thought it was a holiday.”
“What? have you been around Christian camp counselors? Who the fuck calls it weed day?” You throw a pillow at her that she easily catches. “Seriously, I thought Wanda was the old lady in this relationship.” Now Wanda throws a pillow at her that slightly connects with her face.
"I actually went out and got a cake and decorations and stuff, but whatever I'll just get rid of it."
"Wait no, I like cake, you know I like cake!" Wanda scrambles her words quickly, and Natasha inserts her two cents into the conversation again. "We can still have cake y/n, don't be so cruel."
"No, it's not a holiday for you like I thought it was, so I'll just give it to Yelena she loves cake." Now that has her mouth dropping with real offence. "You're not giving Yelena my weed day cake or to anybody else." Wanda looks at you with a look of betrayal. "Ohh so now you can call it weed day when cake is involved?" Wanda shares a look with Natasha before they turn back to you both shrugging their shoulders.
"I only said it wasn't a holiday because it's just another day for actual stoners. That day is mostly a big deal for people who smoke occasionally, first time smokers, or people who just want to smoke on that day specifically."
"Well, how the hell was I supposed to know that?" You wave your hands around and a flushed exasperated motion. "You weren't supposed to know, that's the point."
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad." she kisses your neck and wraps her arms around you. "Whatever." You shrug you shoulder to get her away from you, but it doesn't do much with her grip.
"Don't be like that, we can have a weed day party later. How about that?" Even as she tries sweet-talking you, you can feel the grin growing on her face as she snuggles her face against the crook of your neck.
"Nope, I wouldn't want anyone calling you ancient for calling it weed day." You make sure to send a glare at Natasha in the process. Wanda looks to Natasha for encouragement, she truly didn't want you to feel bad. "If anybody says anything about it, I'll kick their ass for you."
"See, Nat will kick their ass, we can even dress up as hippies." Wanda's slowly persuading you to go through with the celebration after feeling embarrassed about it before and the thought of dressing up in hippie attire excites you for some reason.
"Fine." when you finally agree to go through with your original plan for celebrating the day, Wanda gives you a few appreciative kisses.
"And give me the place where you got the cake from so I can kick their ass for selling it to you in the first place." You actually laugh at that knowing she would really do it. She remarks before taking out her cellphone lazily typing away at the screen. Wanda taps your thigh twice to get your attention and leans in close to your ear for only you to hear. "Hey, thank you for trying to do something special for me, I know you haven't been with someone like me before, so I'm grateful for how involved you are with things I like." You hear a sound of disgust and you both pull away from the embrace. "Get a room." Natasha playfully cuts the sweet moment short.
"We're in our room you jackass, don't you have a girl with daddy issues and no self-respect to fuck or something today?" she thinks about it for a moment. "Mmm no, not today, today I have brunette to fuck." she stands from the bean bag chair on the floor. "I'll see you two horn dogs later for weed day." she sends you a smug wink and leaves. You and Wanda reposition yourselves on the bed moving back to a comfortable position wrapped up into each other's arms.
"But seriously thank you for being involved. You know that's so hot how you're so supportive of my art and how you don't judge me for smoking." Wanda looks at you with pure adoration and love.
"Because you deserve all the support in the world, I'll always be your number one supporter." You lean down for a shared kiss; she looks deeply into your eyes as you wait for what she was about to say. When she finally says what was on her mind you should've known your girlfriend wasn't done teasing you yet. "Why didn't you just call it four-twenty?" you groan from annoyance and launch one of the remaining pillows at her head and storm off for the bathroom to take a shower. "I'm sorry but I don't get to tease you about stuff like this often, my love!" She yells out to you. As you slam the bathroom door in the process of Wanda laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. After Wanda's laughter dies down, she tries entering the bathroom but quickly finds out you had locked the door. "Now, that's just being mean and petty!" Right now, she's being pouty about you shutting her out of the routine shower time you two have. She'd get you back for it, but she's so excited to celebrate weed day with you later. Even if it was just a normal day for her in your eyes it was a special day made just for your girlfriend.
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So Persuasive
Summary: You and Wanda had very different work ethics. You worked hard and took your time with every assignment and made sure it was perfect. Though Wanda rarely found herself matching your intellectual passion, it was something she adored about you. Sometimes your passion for knowledge would get in the way of your passion for her, and she couldn't let that slide for too long.
Warnings: 18+, Smoking, hot boxing, corruption kink, car sex, semi-public sex, strap on usage, stoner Wanda, and sex while under the influence
A/N: I just got back from vacation like two days ago and I didn't have enough brain juice to write chapter four Her Body Is My Coffin just yet so I finished this old draft instead. (plus I think I'm sh*dowb*nned and I don't want it to flop more than it did the last two chapters so if you see this and enjoy it please reblog it)
There were many things that Wanda loved about you. Some big, others small and personal. Your bed was always made with three stuffed animals snuggled in underneath the covers. The doc martens she had bought you had laces that were a little too long — Wanda's docs conveniently had laces that were a little too short. Your favorite pair of boxers were a size too small, but you had refused to toss them out unless you found the exact pair in an appropriate size. Your innocence was easily her favorite thing about you. Wanda had been your first, well, everything. Your first girlfriend, your first kiss, and your first time. There was a special kind of trust between you two. Though Wanda would never hurt you, she couldn't help but take advantage of it at times. It was so much fun to fill your sweet head with dirty thoughts and watch you crumble under the weight of your own lust.
She was careful to never cross any boundaries. All she did was convince you to expand them just a tiny bit. Just a little of "practice" here and there until you were too excited to deny her. That's how she took your virginity. Make-out sessions got heavier. Then she'd grope you from time to time. Soon, she was grinding against you with no restraint and, not long after that, you were begging for her to go all the way. It wasn't half as torturous as the six months prior to that, but she still found time to tease you. The sight of you so needy and vulnerable was addictive. Wanda found herself poking at your limits very often after that. There was one in particular that she just couldn’t get you to budge on.
Smoking weed was a bit of a tense subject for the two of you. You never stopped Wanda from smoking, but you refused to do it yourself. You were so adamant about it, Wanda almost crossed it off her list. However, once you two talked it out, it was back on the table. Not because you had loosened up and didn’t care. Simply because your reasoning for not smoking was rather childish. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to risk failing any important drug tests or worried about developing a dependency, but rather that you didn’t want your parents to find out. It was adorable, truly. You were twenty years old and more than eight hundred miles away from your home, but still worried about what your parents would think if they caught you smoking weed. If that was all you carried about, how could she not play temptress and drag you down that path?
Besides, you needed a little break. You had thrown yourself into planning some fundraiser for the track team. She cursed herself for letting Pietro rope you into his misadventures, but this would be her redemption.
You were artistically spread out on the couch with your face mere inches away from your laptop screen despite the glasses perched on your nose. If it weren’t something she had bared witness to several times before, she would’ve found it cute. Now, she just worried if your back was okay bending like that for so long. The number of stained glasses littered on the coffee table alongside two, now empty, boxes of graham crackers was a common sight that Wanda was starting to hate. Though she found your obsession with the crackers adorable, they were by no means a sustainable meal and you’d been living off of them.
“Hey, sweet bear,” Wanda whispered sweetly as she slipped into the empty space on the couch. She pulled your legs into her lap, forcing you to sit up right. Her fingers were quick to rub circles on the exposed skin of your calf. “I think it’s time for a break, yeah? You’ve been working so hard lately, I don’t want you to burn out.” A gentle smile spread across her face as you stopped typing for a brief moment. Normally, you’d shoot her down and insist you needed to get whatever project you’d been focused on done. It was a small step in the right direction that you were at least considering taking a break.
You smiled back at Wanda. “I’m almost done, I got one more page on this proposal and I promise I won’t do anymore work for the rest of the break.” Your smile faded in sync with Wanda’s as she sighed. “Come on, you know how much this means to your brother, I can’t let him down.” You changed positions so you were sitting shoulder to shoulder with Wanda. “I know I’ve kinda ditched you to write this and I’m sorry, but it’s all I have to do this summer. I promise you'll have me the rest of the break after this!" You gently squeezed your girlfriend's hand.
Wanda huffed out and pulled you impossibly closer to her. Giving you room to work wasn't unreasonable, but Her fingernails softly dragged themselves over the skin of your exposed thigh. "I promise I won't have you out all day, we can just take a ride out and have a picnic. You'll be back before dark." Her hand inched up your thigh and gave it a firm squeeze, then she gave you the cutest pout she could. Despite her dominant role in the relationship, she found herself waiting for your commands quite often. "We can even go to Dairy Queen if you want, but you have got to get out of the house."
You looked down at your laptop, briefly glancing over the document. It wasn’t your best work, but Pietro wasn’t paying you and Wanda was certainly more important. “Fine, but you’re paying for everything and you have to let me shower first.” You smiled and pressed a firm kiss against Wanda’s cheek. Before you could run off towards the bathroom, you were forced back down on the couch and pulled into a proper kiss. You would’ve teased your girlfriend for being so greedy, but it was a much needed kiss. So needed in fact, you found yourself peppering her face in a few more. “I really needed this,” You said between kisses. Eventually, you freed Wanda from your affection and ran off to shower.
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After a proper shower and trashing all the snack wrappers you had stacked up, you and Wanda were off on a much needed free roam. Your favorite music filled the air as the two of you talked about anything and everything. Just sitting in the passenger seat with Wanda’s hand placed confidently on your was enough to make everything right again. The worries of budgets and posters disappeared when you were in the car with Wanda.
Though you enjoyed watching the cars fly by and the neighborhoods merge into one another, you were most excited to be in your favorite spot. It was undeniably suspicious and you were beyond skeptical when Wanda first took you. Before you two came along, it was nothing. A questionably open space in the middle of the woods with next to no foot traffic. Now, there was an old picnic table you used for a little more than just eating, a small tree Wanda had crudely carved your initials into, and an elephant path from how many times Wanda tires constantly rolling through. Had you not tried — and failed — at camping there already, it would've been a third home.
"I take it we're not getting home before dark," You asked jokingly. You were curled up in the passenger seat with a milkshake in hand and a thick blanket wrapped around you. These moments were not rare by any standard, but they were invaluable. The peacefulness of untamed nature was something you loved even as a child, but Wanda was your favorite part of it all. The warmth that radiated from her body pair was forever comforting and you could never get enough of the way she would praise you. You were Wanda's little bear cub and she made it known.
"Nope," Wanda said before blowing a puff of smoke out her mouth. It never made sense to her how you refused to smoke but were happy to hotbox with her. She originally thought you just had a high tolerance or didn't notice you had gotten high in the first place. However, when she turned to face you again, it all made sense. "You're staring," She said. Wanda rolled up the window as she took another hit. She leaned over to kiss you with tight lips. Then she pulled back just to blow the smoke in your face.
You were whipped. Pupils blown out, mouth agape, and mouth dry. For a moment, you thought your heart was going to explode out of your chest or maybe you'd melt first. Your hands nervously fiddled with the blanket wrapped around your body. Watching Wanda smoke always had some hellish effect on you. Whether it was in the car, in her bedroom, or out at a park — it never failed to turn you on. "Okay, well, now you're staring too! So now we're both weirdos," You quipped.
"I see how it is, sweet bear," She said as she took another hit from her blunt. "You want me to do all the hard work while you get to sit there all wet and adorable." Wanda reclined her seat as far back as she could and patted her lap. She watched as you carefully climbed over the stick shift and sat down in her lap. "Awe, you're my perfect bear," She whispered softly. Her hands snaked around your waist and pulled you closer. Wanda's hips rolled forward, making sure you felt the little secret she kept packed in her sweatpants. "It's not fair if only one of us is having fun. Can my good bear make it fun for me too? I promise I'll make it extra fun for you."
You lifted your hips as a burning embarrassment spread across your face. "Wanda, we're in public…" Despite your complaints, you don't stop Wanda's hands from removing your shorts and boxers. The smoke was making your head fuzzy. All you could think about was the toy buried underneath Wanda's underwear. Reason was quickly becoming nothing more than a tiny voice in the back of your head and nothing more. "What if we get caught?"
Wanda guided your hands to pull her pants til her boxers were exposed. It was entirely your own doing that her boxers followed suit. "There's no one else here but us, cub. Just relax for me, please?" Her hand tugged at your shirt so you were just mere inches away from her face. "I won't let anyone see, I promise." She pulled you the rest of the way forward so that your lips crashed together. The hand gripping your shirt moved upwards to the back of your neck. A muffled grunt escaped her lips as she began grinding against you.
You whimpered into the kiss. The untouched wetness in between your legs quickly became unbearable in the heat of the car. "Wanda, please," You begged as you gripped her shoulders. One of your hands aimlessly reached down in space between you and your lover. Your hand wrapped around the thick toy only for Wanda to push your hand away. "No," You whined out, "I need it…please don't be mean." Your heart dropped to your stomach as Wanda gave you a smirk.
Wanda's fingers ran up and down your folds with ease. "Awe, my little bear is so needy," She said, her voice becoming raspy from the smoke. "I'll give you whatever you want, but I want to make sure it doesn't hurt." Her fingers slid into your pussy with ease. You had been stretched out more than enough, but Wanda couldn't resist the urge to be inside you. There was no greater pleasure than watching your slick drip down her hand all the way to her elbow. You got her higher than any drugs ever could. "You're so wet for me. I love that and I love you. I love you so much."
You could only nod and whimper in response. The smoke had gone to your head and the only thing on your mind was Wanda. You moaned, feeling the tip of Wanda's strap parted your lips and rubbed against your clit. "Wanda, please, I'll be so good." Your pleas were finally answered as the thick toy slid down and began stretching your velvet walls. "Fuck, that feels so good," You said breathlessly. Being filled up was something you craved desperately. Wanda eased you down the toy with her hand pressed firmly on your lower abdomen.
Wanda chuckled at your use of profanity. "You're such a messy thing when it comes to this dick," She whispered directly. Her hands slid back down to your hips and began thrusting into you. Her thrusts were slow and drawn out. "You hear that, sweet bear? All those dirty noises are coming from your pussy and I've barely even touched you." She reveled in your moans and the squelching of your hole. "I'm gonna have to walk around with my sweet bear's cum all over my pants. Then everyone will know how needy you are for me." Wanda would never embarrass you in such a way, but there was no harm in teasing you.
Even with your face buried in Wanda's neck, you could see the smirk on her face. Maybe it was the weed, but you could only moan at the thought. Wanda agreed to be private about your sex life for the sake of your pride, but suddenly the thought of everyone knowing was euphoric. "Mhm, your needy teddy," You groaned out in a dazed state. Your hips began moving on their own, stuttering and struggling to keep up with the tortuously slow pace Wanda had set for you. "No one else can touch me, just you."
Shock didn't even begin to explain the way Wanda felt. It was rare for you to respond to her dirty talk. Needy whimpers and soft groans, maybe a soft whine whenever she accused you of being a pervert, but never did you say anything back. "Oh, little cub, you don't even know what you do to me," She groaned. Her thrusting became more erratic, desperate to see you fall apart. "Come on, sweet bear, let mommy see you cum."
You grumbled something under your breath before leaning back to look Wanda in her eyes. The secondhand smoke had given you a new burst of confidence. "Please don't stop, I'm so close and it feels so good!" Your words slurred together and it only got worse once your orgasm rolled over your body. The strength in your arms had all but evaporated and you ended up falling smack against Wanda's shoulders. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Wanda continued to pound into you. "It feels so good," You whimpered with a hoarse voice.
"It sure looked like it did," Wanda teased as she pulled out of you. The sight of your cum stringing out and dripping down her strap was something that would never get old. She let your cum drip down onto her lap. "You look so good when you're all messy." Her hand blindy reached into the drawer attached to her center console to pull out a towel. It wasn't the best aftercare, but she just needed you to stay together until she got home. She was careful not to touch you too much. You were high out of your mind and she wasn't sure you could handle any more stimulation. "You're my perfect little bear cub." Wanda begrudgingly guided you back to the passenger seat and leaned over to buckle you in.
You nodded contently as you rested your head against the back seat. Your mouth was painfully dry and your head was starting to hurt as the afterglow of your orgasm wore off. "I want another milkshake…and a chocolate croissant…and chicken nuggets, I'm really hungry and my head hurts. Am I pregnant?"
Wanda chuckled at your highness. "No baby, you're just a little high that's all. Just relax okay?" Her hand carefully massaged your thigh as she began to pull off. "I'll get you all the food and Tylenol you want once we get home."
#wanda maximoff#pvntherz#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda fanfic#stoner!wanda#wanda x you#scarlet witch smut#scarlet witch x reader#scarlet witch x you
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okay i'm a bit drunk which automatically means horny so here's me sharing mostly incoherent thoughts i have (also this gif is so hot i'm in love w her bye)
first of all...mean!wanda and clit spanking i- 🫨🫨
it's def her favorite way to reprimand you when you get too greedy and try to push your hips up into her touch
and she's all like "baby." in the voice (yk the voice) "you know mommy doesn't like greedy girls who aren't grateful for everything their mommies do for them. don't make me have to remind you how to behave for me, sweet girl. i promise, you won't like it nearly as much as i will."
she's so sick and twisted and i love her
oh and also stoner!wanda with a lowkey exhibitionism kink (especially if it involves edging or overstim just because she loves how much harder it gets for you to stay quiet because your so desperate and your brain is all melty and and and)
like she'll probably be controlling your vibe from her phone in the middle of a really important lecture about your hardest midterm
and when you let out the cutest little squeak when she flicks it up to the highest setting out of nowhere she'll just grab your thigh hard and whisper than you better stay quiet and you better really think about whether it's worth it to cum
and then she'll get home and ask you to study with her and totally make fun of you when you say you don't remember anything from the lecture
she'd be all like "oh, dorogaya, were you not paying attention in class? i thought i asked you to focus? poor thing can only think with her pussy." and she'll like fake pout at you i'm SCREAMING
or or or soft!mommy!wanda having a surprising obsession w hitting it from the back
like i'm telling you she will bend you over and whip it out anywhere over NOTHING IN PARTICULAR OTHER THAN YOU LOOKED CUTE
and the dirty talk too is insane
like she's grabbing your hair with one hand and your hip with the other while she just is like absolutely destroying you over the kitchen counter and is like
"oh, baby, does that feel good? yeah, mommy knows exactly what her pretty girl needs. oh! sweet thing, you've got a little drool right here, could you be a good girl and clean up your mess for mommy?"
and the moment you lean forward to grab a paper towel to wipe it up she's leaning over you and fucking you twice as hard as before, leaving soft kisses against your neck and laughing when you can't focus
#stoner!wanda#jules writing#mommy!wanda#char: wanda maximoff#also this is me informally announcing i am also thinking thoughts about leigh shaw and will be writing something short for her as well#lowkey reentering my active era !!
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WHAT DID I SAY
summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name
warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni
authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!
know my place
♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧
Maria –
The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own.
Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly.
“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely.
Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply.
The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark.
“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.”
A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!”
Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly.
“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”
Natasha –
Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone.
When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper.
Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers.
“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder.
Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure.
“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!”
With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!”
“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Wanda –
When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more.
Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for.
A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her.
“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements.
Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward.
You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation.
A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.”
Carol –
The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open.
Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her.
Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her.
“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants.
“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away.
“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core.
“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.
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