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Swing | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: Wanting to make up for missed birthdays, you give Wanda quite the present
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (18 + MINORS DNI), language
Word Count: 1.9K
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You anxiously paced around the living room of your shared house with Wanda. She was en route back after dropping the boys off at Vision’s for the weekend. The quiet hour you had to yourself was spent setting up the latest in a long line of birthday gifts for your girlfriend. It was your way of making up for all the ones her ex had forgotten: how anyone could ignore Wanda on her birthday was incomprehensible. She insisted that you didn’t need to spoil her, arguing that you didn’t need to make up for Vision’s shortcomings. You ignored her. It was the first time in your life you had a woman to spoil and you were planning on taking full advantage of that.
The gifts started small: cooking her favorite dinner on Monday for no reason, surprising her with her favorite flowers on Tuesday, the new end table she’d been talking about for months on Wednesday, and a long after dinner massage on Thursday. Wanda wasn’t used to such thoughtful displays of kindness. Yet you were determined to make sure she had the best birthday yet, which is why you saved the best for last. This was the present you knew she wouldn’t be expecting at all. It’s the one she mentioned in passing once not realizing how you’d cling onto it for the last few months. It was the most expensive of the gifts. And it was the most…scandalous…of the gifts.
The sound of the front door unlocking snapped you back to reality. Your heart pounded in your throat, threatening to explode out of your body entirely as seconds turned to minutes turned to hours as you waited for Wanda to walk down the hallway.
“Virginia’s over for the weekend. She brought the kids with her, too. I know Billy gets along with Vin well enough, but Tommy really doesn’t care for him or Viv. And I don’t understand why the V names. Could they not come up with anything else?” Wanda frequently voiced her disdain for her ex-husband’s new girlfriend and her kids. While you knew that she was happy and secure in your relationship, you also knew that the topic of her failed marriage was a sore subject.
“The boys’ll be fine, Wands. It’s just for the weekend.”
“I know.”
“They’ve gotta get used to being around Virginia and the kids.”
“I know.”
“That means we have the weekend to ourselves.”
“I know,” Wanda smirked.
“I have a present for you.”
“Y/N, no. You’ve already gotten-”
“It’s downstairs.”
Wanda’s mouth snapped shut abruptly as she looked at you, a curious expression painted on her face.
“Follow me?” you asked as you offered her your hand. You smirked knowingly as Wanda sighed, dropping her hands into your outstretched one.
“You know, you don’t have to spoil me like this just because it’s my birthday. Really, it’s okay.”
“I want to make up for all those ones that Vision missed or forgot or whatever…plus this one is for both of us.”
“What do you mean-oh.” Wanda’s eyes widened as she stared at the hanging mess of nylon and leather straps hanging from the heavy bag hook on the ceiling. “Oh my god.”
“You like it?” you chuckled, giving Wanda’s hand a slight squeeze.
“Oh my god,” she repeated. You felt her hand slip from yours as she carefully made her way over to the middle of the room. Wanda brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she eyed the set-up with a keen sense of curiosity.
“Now if you really don’t want another gift, I can always take it back,” you teased, cheekily shoving your hands in your pockets, watching Wanda stare awestruck at the swing in the middle of the room.
“Don’t you dare,” Wanda warned. “Where on earth did you find one of these?” she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through the straps.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.”
She gave you a look.
“The internet. Some website. Google suggested it.”
Wanda’s look turned into a smirk. The nylon straps danced through her fingers as she continued to examine her newest present. You felt your heart slowly creeping up your throat the longer you stared at the straps twirling through your girlfriend’s fingers.
“You remembered.”
“Wanda, how could I forget?” Your heart threatened to burst out the side of your neck as blood rushed through every part of your body.
“And this is why you wanted the boys to stay with Vision this weekend?”
“Do you want to keep asking questions or do you want to try it out?”
Her lips crashed into yours before you could get another thought out. Instinctively your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her body flush against yours. She sighed into your mouth, her soft hands gently tugging at your hair. No matter how many times you did it, kissing Wanda never got old. Each kiss was a new experience, a new sensation that you perpetually craved. She was the most entrancing woman in the entire world and she was all yours.
“So how does this work?” Wanda asked breathlessly as you nibbled on the sensitive spot under her jaw.
“Dunno,” you mumbled between kisses, your grip on Wanda tightening as soon as you felt her swoon ever so slightly. “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”
“This won’t fall down, right?” she asked. Her hands trailed down from your head to the buttons at the front of your shirt. You shook your head, recoiling slightly as you felt her cold hands brush your chest as she tore at your clothes.
“Hope not.” You undid the button on her jeans, your fingers slinking inside the waistband.
“Hope not?”
“I mean it should be good. Don’t see why it wouldn’t be.”
Wanda chuckled as she shook her head. She knew that you would’ve double and triple checked to make sure the swing wouldn’t fall down the second she got into it.
“So how do I get in? Do I just-?”
“I think you just sit back into it and put your legs in the straps,” you replied, stepping out of your jeans and boxers and kicking them behind you.
Wanda, now in her long sleeve shirt and panties, carefully looked behind her as she grabbed the leather support straps and allowed herself to sink into the swing. She fell back with an emphatic oomph, tentatively repositioning herself as the two of you prayed she wouldn’t immediately come crashing down.
“How is it?” you asked, slinking over to the swing and positioning yourself between her legs.
“It’s actually pretty comfortable,” she observed. “Can you help me get my legs up?”
“Yeah, but let’s get these off first,” you replied, teasing the palm of your hand between her legs. Wanda whimpered at your touch, a jolt of excitement running through her body as her hips bucked into your hand. You smirked at her as you pulled off the lace garment, tossing it over your shoulder. “Leg.”
Wanda lifted her leg up as you grabbed the extended stirrup, guiding her foot through the loop so that her leg sat bent against the swing. You gently grabbed her other leg unprompted, guiding it to the same position.
“I am definitely going to feel that tomorrow,” Wanda joked. She reached one hand forward and grabbed your cock.
��Oh yeah?” you stifled a slight groan as she began to pump her hand up and down your length.
“I’ve already got that bad hip, Y/N. Let’s see how much more damage you can do.”
You felt yourself twitch under her grip, hardening as you rocked into her hand. Luckily you were able to grab the metal bar at the top of the swing to steady yourself.
“You okay there?” she teased. You groaned in response, leaning forward to capture her lips between yours. She smiled into the kiss, knowing full well the intoxicating effect she had on you.
“You gonna keep distracting me or are you gonna let me-?”
“If you don’t put that inside me soon I may actually die.”
“Somebody’s dramatic.”
“It’s my birthday, I can be as dramatic as I want today.”
“Is that so?” You grabbed the base of your cock, positioning yourself against her entrance.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded.
Instead of pushing yourself inside her, you rubbed your head against her folds, coating yourself in the wetness that was pooling between her legs. Wanda threw her head back and groaned. She gripped the straps tightly as you teased her, dipping the tip inside briefly before pulling out and sliding around her clit.
“Is this what you wanted, Wands?”
“Y/N, please,” she pleaded in a tone that was uncharacteristically whiny.
With little warning, you pressed yourself into Wanda, her slick folds parting with ease as you buried your length inside her. The feeling of her warm, wet walls around you elicited a groan from the deepest part of your core.
“Oh my god,” Wanda groaned, her eyes rolling back as you entered her at an entirely new angle for the first time. “Baby, oh my god.”
“That okay?” you asked.
“Move,” she ordered as she screwed her eyes shut.
You didn’t need to be told twice. Taking a firm grip on the straps, you rolled your hips into her. The moan that erupted from her lips was pornographic. Her body strained and tightened as your cock rubbed against the most sensitive part of her walls. She squeezed against you as you thrust in and out, forcing you to work harder than normal.
“Fuck,” you gasped, biting your lip as Wanda’s wetness engulfed you over and over again.
“Right there, Y/N, don’t stop,” Wanda begged. Her hand came up to rest against your stomach as you picked up your pace, pounding into her slick pussy as you pulled the swing toward you.
“You feel so good, Wands.”
“I love the way your cock feels inside me, baby. You always-fuck, that’s the spot right there-” Wanda let out a groan, unable to finish her thought as you pulled against the swing, changing the angle ever so slightly.
“You like that?” you gritted through clenched teeth, attempting to stave off your impending orgasm.
“I’m close,” she whimpered, arching her back against the swing. “Keep going, just like that.”
“Wanda, I’m gonna cum,” you whined. “Should I pull-”
“Inside. Please. Fill me up. I want to feel you finish inside me.”
Wanda’s words drove you over the edge. You groaned loudly as you came inside her, painting her with your seed. The sensation of being filled with your cum sent Wanda over the edge, too. She moaned your name over and over as you filled her up, squeezing every last drop from you.
The two of you came down from your highs in a sweaty tangle of naked bodies and leather and nylon. You collapsed on top of her, panting into her chest as your legs buckled under the ecstasy of your orgasm. Wanda leaned back, rubbing her hands through her hair as she struggled to control her breathing.
“Best birthday present ever,” she panted. “I am so sending the boys to Vision’s more often.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I don’t think it’s possible for us to use this quietly,” you chuckled. “I’ve never heard you moan like that before.”
“That’s because you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“So what I’m hearing is I need to cum inside you more often.”
“What you’re hearing is I need you to have your way with me in this swing more often.”
“Round two then?” you quipped.
“You’re on.”
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This picture does ✨things✨ to me
Lord, is it too much to ask to send me a MILF like her?
Oh, I understand the things this image can do to one 😵💫
But fr, we deserve one already. We've been good boys 🥺!! If life gave us a MILF like her^, then all our problems would dissappear. Just one so I could cuddle with at night or when I'm feeling down. C'mon god, take notes and give us our MILFs so we can be happy once and for all 😭😭
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BESTIE LET US SEE THOSE ACCOUNTS
i gotchu, here is my dom!reader blog recommendations, part two.
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You’re an amazingly talented writer! Pass this along to 10 writers you admire to spread around the love! 🩷🩷🩷✨💫
Passing this on to…
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I just wanted to make a post about a personal struggle. From ages 9-15 I had a severe porn addiction and now I’m proud to say I’m 18, nearly 19, and I’m completely over it. A big part of what got me through it was learning to read smut instead of watching porn. Also reading fluff instead of smut and relearning about love and *real* relationships. I’m so much happier mentally and I’m so grateful I’m out of that shit.
It might sound silly but I really do owe a lot of creators. Especially the ones in this fandom.
A special thanks to @therealdisneyfan2319 , thank you so much dude you really helped me in a dark time and fully overcome shit. (Just had to refollow cause tumblr is fucked)
(Im so nervous to open up about this but I think it’s important that people talk about it openly)
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Family is the True power Chapter 2
“How are you beating me?” asked Castor as he was playing chess with me.
“You're very predictable,” I answered as I moved the pawn. “You always move the queen very soon.”
“And you're not even using your power?” he asked me frustrated.
“I don’t need my powers to defeat you.” I answered very confidently as I knocked down his king with my pawn. “Checkmate”
Castor knocked down the whole board to the floor as a way to relieve his anger.
“I don’t wanna play anymore.” he said as he went to the big window to see the game.
I went to the arcade games to play my favorite game of all time “Adventure”
“Y/N can you come here please?” asked my mom.
I went to see what was going on, but my mother only pointed to the game field to show Tony Stark was in the middle saying that he’s looking for a kid that looked like me.
“You got some explaining to do kid?” asked my dad. “Don’t lie to me, I don’t want to enter your mind.”
“Umm well pops.” I said, trying to come up with a story, “There was an interesting question that he asked and so I may or may not have used a bit of my powers.”
“Y/N you the smartest one here and you use your powers?!!?” asked my mother loudly.
“Well, you said not to use our powers, you never said a little bit of it.” I said trying to see if it worked.
“He’s got a point” my dad said.
“Frank, you're not helping.” said my mother.
“Mom, it's ok.” I said to her, “I’ll just play dumb, and we’ll go.”
I then hear once more the announcement Tony says.
“Fine, but we’re going with you,” said my mother.
“Y/N, thank you for doing that” whispered my sister in the ear excitedly.
We walked straight to the game field to where Tony was.
“You must be his family.” said Tony.
“That’s correct,” said my mother.
“I gotta say, you have a very smart kid.” said Tony trying to make me proud.
“I’m not a kid,” I said, “I’m 19 years old.”
“Your still in the house,” protested my dad “So, you’re still a kid.”
“I know 25 ways to beat Dad,” I reminded him.
“Really?” said my dad with a stare.
“Going to have to be now 26” I added “1 mentally way.”
“Anyway, I called you here because I wanted to give a riddle,” said Tony.
“Go on” I said.
“A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms.” he said “the first is full of raging fire; the second, assassins with loaded guns; and the third, lions who haven’t eaten in years. Which room is the safest?”
“The lion’s room” I answered with no hesitation. “The lions would have died of starvation.”
“That’s Correct” said Tony, staring at Steve.
“That's in google,” said Steve.
“I have a riddle for you Steve” I told him. “You have two umbrellas. There’s three women, the first tall, the second one’s fat, and the third one’s short. Which one gets wet?”
“The fat one?” answered Steve.
“No,” I said.
“The Tall one?” asks Tony.
“No” I say for the second time.
“The short one” asks Castor.
“No,” I said for the third time.
“But it’s raining.” said Margaret “One of them has to get wet.”
“I never said that.” I told them which left Tony impressed.
“Can I go?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said.
I leave the stadium and return back to where the room is.
“I don’t wanna say it, but that was one of the most unexpected riddles you have ever made,” said my sister while keeping up with my speed.
“And one of the most embarrassing things I have ever done,” I added.
Avengers POV:
“Well?” asked Tony.
“You win.” said Steve “But how will you convince the parents?”
“Well, the father actually left me a card saying to give this a hell of an adventure” said Bruce as he held up the card
To be continued…
For: @therealdisneyfan2319, @thewitchandtheassassin, @fandomnerd9602, @incorrectquotesmcu, @ironspy, @supercorpdanbeau, @p0orbaby, @8bitscarlet, @randomshyperson, and all the fans.
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Mr. Mailman | Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha has a crush on the mailman :)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Mild language
Word Count: 1.7K
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A/N: This was an anon request. Enjoy!
“What’s wrong with her?” Sam asked as he watched Natasha forlornly stir her coffee while staring out the window.
“She’s upset Y/N won’t notice her,” Yelena explained.
“Shut up,” Nat snapped, shaking her head and snapping herself out of her fantasy.
“I’m not wrong. You’ve had his eye on him ever since he first showed up!”
“I said shut up!” While her tone was harsh, the blush creeping across her face told a different story. It was true. Natasha Romanoff, normally the stoic, unattached assassin, had a crush.
From the first day Y/N L/N stepped foot on the Avengers’ compound as the new Stark Industries delivery driver, Natasha was absolutely smitten. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way his biceps bulged as he pulled the truck full of packages through the loading dock. Or maybe it was the flourish he used flipping the clipboard back to the dock manager after signing the package transfer. But truth be told it was the way he glanced up from the clipboard and smiled at Natasha the first day he saw her. Ever since then she used every excuse in the book to be at the loading dock or mailroom whenever he was there.
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You never anticipated that your first job after college would be a delivery driver for Stark Industries, but here you were. While it wasn’t the office job you anticipated, driving the delivery truck was actually pretty cool. Getting to step foot on the Avengers compound every day was cool. Having Tony Stark as your boss was cool. Sneaking a glance at Natasha Romanoff whenever you could? Cool isn’t the exact word you’d use for that.
The first time you laid eyes on Nat was your first day of work. You were signing for some packages that were being transferred from the compound to the main site when she walked by. She was passing through, on her way to some other location. All you did was look at her and smile. She flashed a quick grin in your general direction before speeding off. That was the last time she actually made eye contact with you, but it wasn’t the last time you saw her. Most days she was either in the mailroom or the loading dock whenever you got there. No words were exchanged between the two of you, but she was always there. Sometimes you sensed her looking at you, but she quickly glanced away when you looked over at her.
Natasha was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. You never missed an opportunity to steal a quick glance whenever she passed by. But you were always too scared to actually strike up a conversation with her. She was the Black Widow: something about asking one of the world’s fiercest assassins out for coffee intimidated you. There was always the slight risk that an unwanted advance would end in your assassination. So you kept your distance for reasons of personal safety…or that’s what you told yourself.
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“As the resident expert on waiting too long, don’t.”
“Drop it, Steve,” Nat chided. “I don’t even like him.”
“Oh, that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one,” Steve chuckled, dodging the coffee cup that came flying at his head. “It’s okay if you like him! I’ve talked to him a few times and he’s a nice guy.”
“No. No, it’s not okay. I wouldn’t know what to do if he liked me back…” she trailed off.
“You go out for coffee. You talk, you get to know each other.”
“Steve I…I’ve never actually dated anyone before!” Natasha blurted. Red crept up her cheeks as she finally admitted the one truth she never spoke aloud. The only other person who knew the truth was Yelena and even she was sworn to secrecy.
“What?”
“I know how to seduce people. That’s part of the job and I do it well. But it’s just the job. I’ve never done it for real.”
“Come on, you’re kidding. What about Connor?” Steve was shocked at the revelation. He set his coffee cup down on the counter and rubbed his beard as he stared at Natasha.
“That was a cover for the joint mission with MI6.”
“Lillian?”
“SHIELD mission.”
“David from Accounting?”
“Daniel. Just sex.”
Steve didn’t say anything: he just stared. Natasha glanced at her feet, kicking the ground in front of her as an awkward tension spread over the room. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole just to get her out of such an uncomfortable situation.
“Nat-”
“No one’s going to want to go out with a woman who’s never been on a date before,” Natasha replied tersely. She gulped the lump that was slowly creeping up her throat as she once again swallowed her pride.
It’s not that she didn’t want to eventually partner up with someone, in fact it was quite the opposite. After so many years of excuses, she just figured it would never happen to her. The possibility of something finally working out scared her. Natasha worried she wouldn’t know what to do. Sex was one thing. That was transactional, something both parties rendered knowing there weren’t any strings attached. Intimacy? That involved being vulnerable and saying how you felt. After so many years living so many lies Natasha wasn’t sure she was capable of such openness.
“You’ll never know unless you try,” Steve encouraged, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Cut the bullshit, Steve,” Natasha snapped as she shook his hand from her body. “We both know it’s not that simple.”
“It is with the right guy.”
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Should be good after this last trip, you thought to yourself as you pushed the overflowing mail cart down the winding hallway toward the mailroom. It was cold and rainy, a miserable day to be on the road, and all you wanted was to get out of there, drive the truck back to the city, and head to your apartment in Queens. All that was left was sorting the mail and putting it in the right mailboxes.
The mailroom was a convoluted maze of boxes, bins, tubes, and chutes. Everything had a specific spot and it was easy to mess up at first. Once you got the hang of it, sorting everything out wasn’t too bad. What once took over an hour only took you twenty or so minutes now. Plopping the cart down in front of the mailboxes, you got to work stuffing envelopes, packages, and postcards where they belonged. The work was mindless, meditative almost. Once you got into the rhythm of it your brain shut off and muscle memory took over. Today you were so in the zone that you didn’t notice the redhead walk into the room behind you, so when you turned around the shock of realizing you weren’t alone made you drop your armful of envelopes.
“Oh great,” you muttered, stooping down to pick up the papers.
“Here, let me-”
“No, it’s fine-”
“No, it’s my fault. Let me help you.”
You watched as the redhead knelt down in front of you, raking papers toward herself. It was the first time you were ever that close to Natasha Romanoff. A more looming, intimidating figure in your mind, she was surprisingly smaller and less threatening up close and in sweatpants. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t even know that she’s a trained assassin. She was so unobtrusive, so inconspicuous. She was also so, so incredibly beautiful.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were in here,” you sheepishly apologized as you stared down at the red ponytail that was flopping back and forth.
“I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people,” Natasha admitted.
“Understandable,” you chuckled. Natasha gave a slight smile as she handed you some envelopes. God her eyes were the brightest green you’d ever seen. You grabbed the envelopes from her, holding onto them and locking eyes with her for far too long. Suddenly realizing you were actually a human being on earth currently existing in the moment, you cleared your throat abruptly and looked down at the letters.
“A lot of mail today,” Natasha mumbled. She snapped her head toward the mailbox, trying to hide the redness spreading over her cheeks. “Are you always this busy?”
“Uhhh, no. Not always. Normally it’s not this bad. Did y’all collectively decide that today was the best day to order from Amazon?”
“That’s either Bucky or Yelena. My sister’s always buying stuff she doesn’t need and Bucky loves the novelty of next-day delivery. I think it’s that whole ‘born over a hundred years ago’ thing.”
“Funny. Most of these packages are for you,” you teased, thrusting a stack of envelopes in her direction.
“What on earth?” Natasha fumbled the packages, completely confused as to why she had so many packages when she didn’t remember ordering anything. You watched as her eyes furrowed in utter confusion. Her bewilderment was equally amusing and adorable. “This has to be some sort of mistake.”
“I just deliver the mail, ma’am,” you replied.
“And make me feel old, Mr. Mailman. You can call me Natasha.”
“It’s Y/N, but you can call me Mr. Mailman if that makes you feel better.”
“How about I just call you instead?” Natasha blurted without realizing what she was saying.
“What?”
The second she realized what she just said, Natasha became totally overwhelmed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” she mumbled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll just-thanks for the packages. Have a good weekend.” She scrambled to pick up what she could before making a beeline for the door.
“Natasha, wait!” you heard yourself calling. “Please just wait, please, ummm…” She paused, still looking down at her packages as she faced away from you. “Umm, coffee? I mean, d’you want to get coffee? Not right now, I’ve still gotta get the truck back to the city. But maybe tomorrow? Or I can do Sunday if tomorrow doesn’t work. Basically whenever you’re free I can clear my schedule. If you want. No pressure.”
“Alright.”
“Sooooo tomorrow then?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow.” She glanced behind herself, shooting you a half grin that she was failing to stop from becoming a full on smile.
“Cool. Great. Awesome. Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you replied, totally breathless and in shock at the situation. A coffee date with Natasha Romanoff…what could go wrong?
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To Be Loved | Natasha Romanoff
Summary: You help Natasha open up in your relationship
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), mild language
Word Count: 2.5K
Author's Note: This was a prompt from @wandashoeforlife because I needed Nat prompts and I don't write for her enough so that's gonna change here before too long. Enjoy!
“I still don’t understand why you think the blindfold is necessary,” Natasha pouted as you led her down the hallway.
“Because I don’t want to spoil the surprise for you.”
“Isn’t dinner enough?”
“No,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand, still leading her carefully down the winding hallway of the compound. Dinner was only the first part of your plan: the second part was yet to be revealed. Your girlfriend had no idea what was coming, but you knew she’d be thoroughly surprised.
You hadn’t been dating all that long. Really a majority of your relationship consisted of post-training hookups. It was mainly physical, the two of you running off to some odd room or one of your apartments in order to relieve whatever stress you were dealing with. Soon enough the physical turned into something a little more. She was the one who caught feelings first. Natasha, not knowing how to tell you how she really felt, pulled away. It took Clint and Wanda practically dragging the two of you into a room and making you two talk things out before she reluctantly admitted that she really liked you.
The first time you really kissed her, it was everything everywhere all at once while simultaneously being the most intimate moment you ever experienced. Intimacy didn’t come naturally to Nat. She seemed almost uncomfortable with any sort of romantic display especially when it came to sex. There was strikingly little difference between your post-mission trysts and evenings spent alone. She wanted it the way she always wanted it: hard, fast, and rough. Loud, passionate sex with Natasha was great, but any time you tried to slow it down she pulled you out of it. Tonight, however, you wanted to give her the quintessential romantic lovemaking session.
“Is it a puppy?” she asked, stumbling over her feet as she blindly followed you.
“Nope,” you chuckled.
“Is it a kitten?”
“Guess again.”
“A parrot?”
“Nat, why on earth would I get you a parrot?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I have no idea what you got me.”
“Well yeah, that’s kinda the point of a surprise, babe.” You reached for Natasha’s other hand, carefully guiding her around the corner and down the hall.
“So why the surprise? It’s not like it’s my birthday or anything,” she remarked.
“What, am I not allowed to surprise you?”
“Y/N, you don’t have to.”
“Of course I do. You’re my girlfriend and I’m supposed to spoil you. It’s in the official boyfriend handbook.” You watched as Nat’s face blushed a bright pink, accentuated by the black eye mask you pulled over her eyes. “Alright, and we’re here.”
“Where are we?” she asked.
“You’ll see in a second,” you smirked as you unlocked the door and gently coaxed her inside. Outstretched arms stopped her before she could wander in too far. “Okay, you can take off the mask now.”
Pulling down the mask, Natasha took in her surroundings for the first time: it was your room. Dozens of tiny tea lights illuminated the space, casting dancing shadows on the wall. Fake rose petals were strewn all over the bed in the most organized fashion you could muster. Your music playlist was stacked with the most romantic jazz music you could get your hands on. Her eyes widened in confusion as she saw all the work you’d done for her.
“What’s all this?” she asked, thoroughly confused at the scene in front of her.
“It’s the other part of your surprise. A romantic evening in, just the two of us,” you explained.
“I don’t deserve all this.” Her words were barely audible as her voice dropped to a whisper. They made your heart break a little as her face sank.
“Of course you do.”
“No I don’t.” She shook her head as she pulled the mask off her forehead.
“Nat, come on. Why would you ever say that?” You stepped forward to grab her, but she pulled away.
“I’ve never done anything to deserve this.” Her stalwart facade cracked as she wrapped her arms around herself, shrinking down so much as she tried to disappear from the discomfort of the situation. “I don’t even think I deserve you.”
“Natasha. Will you, will you look at me? Please?” You coaxed her head up gently with your hand. She refused to make eye contact with you even as her face tilted up towards you. It was absolutely heartbreaking to see her like that. You loved Natasha more than anything in the world. Why couldn’t she accept that? “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I’m not a good person, Y/N. I’ve done things and I’ve hurt people and…I don’t deserve to be treated like this.”
“Baby-”
“I don’t even know how to do this, whatever this is,” she admitted, motioning toward the rose-covered bed.
“You do realize none of that matters to me, right? I don’t care what you’ve done. I don’t care who you used to be. For cryin’ out loud I literally just blew up a ship with dozens of people still inside on our last mission. We’ve both done awful things, but that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to be loved. Let me love you tonight, Nat.”
“It’s hard,” she whispered as her eyes glistened in the candlelight.
“I know,” you whispered back, running your hands through her luscious red hair. “It’s not your fault you’ve been hurt, but if we’re going to make this work then I need you to let me in, Natty. Can you at least try to let me in?”
Natasha looked up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. “God, why does this have to be so hard?” she asked.
“Beats me,” you chuckled. “This shit was hard enough before I became a superhero. But I wanna make us work, so can you let me in just for tonight? I can get rid of all this if you want, turn the lights back on if you want...”
“No. Keep them off. I like candlelight. But that music has to go.”
“I spent three hours putting that playlist together,” you pouted. Nat giggled, her hand trailing up to grasp yours that was on her neck.
“This is why I control the radio in the car.” You sighed, shaking your head as she teased you. You brought your free hand up to the other side of her neck, taking a step toward her as you held her.
“Let me love you tonight, Nat. Please?” you whispered against her lips. She gulped, swallowing down the lump in her throat as you stared deeply into her emerald eyes.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Taking all the care in the world, you gently leaned down and pressed your lips to hers. She practically melted into you, a deep blush spreading across her entire body. A certain tenderness bound the two of you together in that moment. It was like you were the only ones on earth.
Natasha had never allowed herself to feel such softness or tenderness before. Deep insecurity stemmed from a childhood of abuse and a lifetime of trauma. How could someone who had done such horrible things be worthy of something so beautiful? You kissing her with all the love and care in the world was new and different and wonderful. As your lips brushed against hers, she smiled at the new sensation of being adored. It made you smile, too.
Strong hands snaked down Natasha’s toned body, trailing over the curve of her toned ass and giving it a slight squeeze. She giggled as your noses touched, the subtle taste of peppermint leaving your mouth tingling. You pulled her close to you. Her body sat flush against yours as her hands rested on your chest. Natasha gazed up into your eyes while she nestled herself in your embrace. As you gazed back down at her, there was a glimmer in her eye. You couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement or desire. Whatever it was, it hadn't been there before you kissed her.
“Can I carry you to bed?” you asked. Natasha nodded, giggling as you bent down slightly to give yourself enough leverage to lift her up.
“Don’t fall.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” you reassured as you gently placed her on the bed. The weight of her body in the middle of the bed completely messed up your meticulously arranged flower petals. Neither of you seemed to care all that much as you crawled on top of her.
A sense of nervous giddiness washed over you as your lips met tentatively. The improvised dance between your mouth and hers was one that had been done a thousand times before. This one was different. This one was a first meeting, the first dance between two souls destined for something much bigger than the two of them could imagine in the present moment. This slow, hesitant dance soon turned into a familiar exploration of each other’s mouths with your tongues. Hands soon followed, tugging and pulling at clothes until all of your garments were in a jumbled pile on the floor along with half of the rose petals.
Natasha’s arms were wrapped around your back, pulling you down into her as you ground your pelvis into hers. Your erection was throbbing from the stimulation. She rolled her hips up at the contact, whimpering as wetness pooled between her legs. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat at the anticipation of pushing yourself inside her.
“You ready?” you asked. Natasha nodded, her lower lip in her teeth as her face flushed with arousal. “Here.” You reached for her hand, guiding it down to where your cock was nestled between your bodies. Placing your hand over hers, you gently closed her hand around your length and pushed it down to the heat between her legs. She stifled a moan as you drew your tip up and down her slit, thoroughly coating it in her juices.
The two of you let out a simultaneous groan as you slid your penis inside her. Her hole stretched to accommodate your girth, a tight fit as you filled her to the brim.
“Fuck,” Natasha whimpered as she adjusted to the fullness inside her. You watched her face contort in pleasure through the candlelight. The sight of her so overcome with pleasure ignited a carnal desire inside you, but you consciously reminded yourself that this was about more than just sex. This was about showing your girlfriend how much you loved her.
As Natasha relaxed around you, you slowly began to rock your hips in and out of her. Her walls coated you in a sheen of slick with each thrust. The pace you set was slow and deliberate, pulling your cock almost all the way out before burying yourself to the hilt. She wrapped her arms and legs around you and pulled you flush against her body. The two of you were coated in a glistening layer of sweat as you rocked your hips in tandem. You buried your head in her neck, kissing the exposed skin in a futile effort to stifle your moans.
The room around you was quiet as you continued your lovemaking. Natasha held you close, whimpering and gasping as her wetness echoed throughout the room. Her fingers tangled in your hair as you left love bites up and down her neck. The purple bruises that peppered her sensitive skin were barely visible against the faint glow of the candlelight that flickered against the walls. You found it harder to stay quiet the longer you pumped yourself inside her. Nat’s walls fluttered and squeezed around your cock, the tightness keeping you buried in her cunt. Gripping the sheets with white knuckles, your lips hovered over hers as you slowed your thrusts further, relishing in the feeling of her soft, warm walls squeezing your length.
You watched as the veins in your girlfriend’s neck strained as she arched her head back against the pillow. Your ungodly slow pace was driving her absolutely insane. Every subtle movement inside of her sent throbbing waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. As your head hovered over hers, lips a whisper apart, her face contorted in pleasure as you pulled out and pushed back in. Natasha’s eyes screwed shut and her mouth gaped open as she gasped. It took all your determination to not buck your hips wildly into her. The heat spreading under your skin so quickly meant you didn’t have much time left.
Resting your forehead against hers, your breath coming in shaky pants, you slowed your pace even further and increased your force, slowly pulling your penis out of her tight grip before forcing it back in. The sound of slapping flesh joined the quiet gasps and moans echoing off the walls, your hips smacking together while your balls swung wildly behind you, stopping only when they hit Natasha’s red, swollen cunt.
As the pressure built inside you, Natasha unwrapped one of her arms from your back and reached up over her head in search of your hand that was white knuckling the sheets. Her fingers interlaced with yours. The two of you squeezed each other’s hand as your pace quickened ever so slightly, your cock pounding in and out of her tortured hole. She stared up at you with wide eyes, her mouth agape as her own orgasm grew within her core.
The coil in your stomach tightened to a precipice. There was no stopping it. Your nose bumped hers as short, airy gasps escaped your mouth. Bearing down with one final hard thrust, you emptied yourself inside of her as your entire body convulsed with overwhelming ecstasy. The feeling of your seed inside her aching core and the pulsing of your length against her walls drove Natasha to her own orgasm. She moaned against your lips as her walls clenched rhythmically around you. You groaned, collapsing into her shoulder as she milked your already sensitive member.
Your thrusts came to a gentle stop as you finished filling her to the brim. It was all you could do to lie there and not crush her while you struggled to return your breathing to its normal state. You felt a hand come up and rest in your hair.
“Are you okay?” Natasha whispered as she gently tugged at your sweaty, matted locks.
“Yeah,” you mumbled into the crook of her neck. You turned your head to look at her. Her lips were swollen and her face was flushed, her long red hair tousled from being flattened against the pillow. “You?”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded, biting her lower lip.
“I love you,” you whispered, tilting your head to kiss her softly. “I love you so much, Nat. I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t. Because I do.” She smiled at your words, fully melting into the sense of safety and love you provided. For the first time in her life, Natasha felt safe and loved. It was all you could do but hope that this would be the start of something new, something special, between the two of you.
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First Night | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: Your first time with Wanda :)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), language, age gap (R is 25, Wanda is 38)
Word Count: 4.3K
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A/N: This is a Stripper MILF Wanda fic. It takes place during the events of Woman of the Night. Welcome to the Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe!
Wanda was definitely not expecting to see you standing in her kitchen at midnight cooking pasta, but there was a first time for everything.
“Oh god,” she gasped, clutching her chest as she saw you standing in the kitchen.
“Hey babe,” you grinned as you stirred the strands of linguini around the sauce pan, mixing it with the marinara sauce you stole from the cupboard. “How was work?”
“Work was fine how…how did you get in here?” Wanda asked. She dropped her duffle bag on the ground, trying to figure out both why and how you were standing in the kitchen.
“Oh, I climbed in through the window. It was unlocked.”
“Okay, but why?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Am I not allowed to make dinner for my girlfriend?” you asked as you turned off the burner, carefully stirring the pasta so as to not spill any over the side of the pan.
“Grateful as I am, sweetheart, it’s midnight.” She wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder as she squeezed you close.
“And?”
“Some of us aren’t in our twenties anymore, Y/N. Some of us like to be asleep before the sun comes up.”
“Do you at least want some food? I have to say, I think this is my best pasta yet.”
“I told you I’d have you whipped into shape in no time. I might not be Italian, but I’m still a pretty good cook if I do say so myself. The boys haven’t gone hungry yet,” she chuckled, tickling your sides as she squeezed you close.
“Hey now!” You jumped as she tickled you, whipping the spoon out of the pan and speckling the counter with the red sauce. “Keep that up and no pasta for you!”
“Oh shut up,” Wanda rolled her eyes as she grabbed the spoon from your hand. “You’re lucky the boys aren’t home this weekend. They would’ve ambushed you with their nerf guns if they heard someone break into the house.”
“Well if I actually met them…”
“Y/N, I told you. Not yet. It’s too soon.” Wanda’s tone hardened as she dished pasta into her bowl.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I want to meet them, Wanda. You talk about them so much that I feel like I practically know them! Besides, I think Tommy needs to have his butt whooped at Mario Kart so he’ll stop being a dick to Billy about it.”
Wanda laughed as she sat down at the table, shaking her head. It had only been two months since the two of you made your relationship official and neither of you were interested in rushing things, Wanda not wanting to introduce a new man into the boys’ lives so soon and you because this was your first real relationship since high school. Sure, you dated a girl for a few months your junior year of high school and went out on some random dates throughout college, but you’d never had anything this serious before. While you enjoyed spending time with Wanda, there was still a lot you’d never experienced and you didn’t want to rush in too fast.
“I know. You’ll meet them, I promise. I plan on keeping you around, mister. We’re a package deal.” She took a bite of the pasta, blowing on it to cool it off before putting a forkful in her mouth. “You know, that’s actually not half bad.”
“Coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.” Wanda giggled as she helped herself to another bite.
You offered to take the bowl from Wanda once she was done eating, cleaning up and packing away the leftovers as she went to the living room to pick out a show for the two of you to watch.
“Dick Van Dyke again? Wanda, have you watched any shows from this century?” you asked only half-jokingly as you plopped down on the sofa next to her.
“I need something mindless after work tonight. And it’s my house so if you don’t like it-”
“Hey, what’s fine with you is fine with me.” You put your hands up defensively.
“And I wanna be the big spoon, too.” She reached her arms out to you, practically begging to snuggle you as she laid on the couch. You chuckled as you curled up into her chest. As much as you loved holding Wanda, it was nice being held for a change. She brought you an immense sense of comfort as she wrapped her arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
The titles rolled by, the screen flashing with black and white images. You felt Wanda’s body soften up as she immersed herself into the distraction of the sitcom world, the stress of the day melting off her. Try as you might to concentrate on the show, you were distracted. Wanda’s body was intoxicating. Once you got a taste of it you didn’t want to stop. Snuggling up against her, feeling the way her chest rose and fell with each breath and the way her heart beat up against it, made you want to lose yourself in her presence. So as she stared at the screen, you began to tease your fingers up and down her thigh.
“Can I help you?” she laughed as she felt your hand moving on her leg.
“Maybe…” You looked up into her stunning green eyes, her pupils dilating as you trailed your fingers higher up her leg. You could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she looked down at you. Using her thigh to push yourself up, you turned your body so that you were face to face with her, your lips mere inches from each other. As you stared into each other’s eyes, both of you waiting to see who would make the first move, you reached up to cup her face with your hands before leaning in to kiss her.
Kissing Wanda was a religious experience. Her lips were heavenly, softer than anything you’d ever experienced. You loved the way she practically melted into you when you captured your lips in hers. These kisses were soft and sweet. Her lips were filled with a tenderness that made you weak at the knees. You felt her smile into you as you explored her, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as you helped her lean back into the pillow. The TV show was long forgotten as Wanda wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close on top of her.
“Mmmm I missed this,” she sighed as you kissed your way down her jaw to her neck. You bit down on a sensitive spot, drawing a moan from her as you licked and sucked over the tender point and marked her as yours. “What are the boys going to think when they see I’ve got a hickey on my neck?”
“That you’re all mine,” you answered. “All mine.” You kissed your way back up her neck, working your way to her lips as you took them greedily. These kisses were different. They were more passionate, more intense. You ran your hands up and down Wanda’s back, eventually running them up under her shirt.
“Y/N,” she breathed as she panted for breath. You barely gave her a second to recover before slamming your lips against hers, brushing your tongue over her bottom lip, begging for permission to explore her mouth. She enthusiastically obliged, her tongue crashing into yours as you explored each other deeply for the first time. As you continued to kiss her, Wanda’s hands roamed from your back to your front, trailing down your stomach until they came to your belt. The feeling of your buckle being undone snapped you back to reality as you abruptly broke away from her.
“Woah, stop, stop,” you said. Suddenly everything felt too hot and too fast and too much all at the same time.
Wanda’s eyes grew worried with concern, her brow furrowing as she looked up at you. “What’s wrong?”
You gulped nervously as you looked down at her, sitting back on your heels to put space between the two of you. “Nothing. It’s…nothing, I’m fine. Sorry.”
“Sweetheart, something’s wrong. Did I do something?”
“No. It’s…I, Christ this is so stupid, I’m a…I’ve nev-I’ve never had sex before,” you blurted. You felt the heat rising in your face as you blushed a deep shade of red. Wanda’s eyes widened at your revelation. “I mean I got a one-off handjob from my high school girlfriend when I was sixteen, but that’s it.”
“Oh.” Wanda’s voice was small. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking exactly as she stared at you. Her head cocked to the side, a signature sign that she was deep in thought.
“Sorry. Umm, you know what? I’ll just-I’ll just go. Just forget everything I said, okay?” You had never felt so humiliated before. There was no way you could do anything with Wanda now. You could barely look her in the eye with how embarrassed you felt.
“Hey,” she said, reaching out to grab your hand. “It’s okay. We can wait until you’re ready. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. I’m not mad or anything.”
“No I want to, I really want to. I’m just nervous. I don’t want it to be bad for you.”
Wanda flashed the smile that made you fall even harder for her. “It’s okay to be nervous. I haven’t slept with anyone since Vision left so yeah, I’m nervous, too.”
“I, umm, I didn’t bring a condom,” you sheepishly admitted.
“I’ve got some upstairs.” You let out a small chuckle. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just funny imagining you at the store with your reading glasses on trying to read the descriptions on all of the boxes.”
Wanda rolled her eyes as she sat up. “You’re adorable. Now come on, let’s go upstairs. I am not letting you lose your virginity on this sofa.”
Wanda practically dragged you up to her bedroom and shut the door behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the lock click into place.
“Come on,” she whispered as she pulled you to the bed. “We can do whatever you want.” Your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton as endless possibilities of what you and Wanda could do together flashed through your brain. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Can I take your clothes off?” You nodded enthusiastically. “Words, sweetheart. I need you to say it for me.”
“Fuck yes,” you breathed as you pulled your shirt up and off. She shook her head as her hands reached for your belt. You grabbed her face and kissed her, pulling her close as you felt your jeans get the slightest bit looser. As she unzipped them, she made sure to run her hand over your bulge, palming it through your jeans. You moaned into her mouth at the throbbing sensation that was building in your pants.
“Nice undies,” she teased. Horrified, you realized that you were wearing your Pikachu boxer briefs.
“I’m gonna be completely honest, Wanda. I was not anticipating you seeing me in my underwear tonight.”
“They’re cute, but I think they’ll look cuter on the floor.” She hooked her thumbs around the waistband, dropping to the floor as she dragged them down your legs. Your erection, absolutely throbbing, sprang to attention as it was freed from the confines of your clothes. Standing there completely naked, you suddenly felt the need to cover up. As Wanda looked up at you from her knees, she sensed your trepidation. “Do you want to keep going?”
“Yeah, j-just give me a second.”
“Lie down on the bed, okay? I’ve got an idea.” You had no idea what Wanda was thinking as you crawled onto the bed. As you did that, she began undressing herself.
“What are-?”
“Oh look, we’re both naked,” she smirked, tossing her panties behind her. Your jaw dropped as you saw her naked for the first time. The sight of her bare breasts in front of you was mesmerizing, as was the rest of her body. She was a goddess.
“Wow. Wanda, wow. You’re gorgeous, baby.” Wanda blushed a deep crimson as she crawled onto the bed next to you.
“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome,” she teased. “Can I touch you?”
“Yeah,” you gulped. Slowly, Wanda trailed her hand down from your chest down to your stomach and then to your cock, wrapping a loose grip around it. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. The sensation of her hand moving up and down your shaft was familiar: you’d jacked off to the thought of her countless times. But the feeling of someone else’s hand doing it was unreal.
“Somebody’s sensitive.” Your cock twitched under Wanda’s ministrations, precum leaking from your tip as she used it to lube you up.
“Christ, just blow me already,” you groaned as you threw your head back into the pillow. The words came from your mouth absentmindedly. They were crude and vulgar. In your pleasure-filled haze, you weren’t totally aware of what you were saying. The second you realized your ask, your face flushed red with embarrassment. Wanda’s hand stopped abruptly as she looked down at you half-amused.
“Alright,” she smirked. Before you knew what was happening Wanda crawled to the other side of the bed, brushing her hair out of her face as she lowered her head.
The feeling of Wanda’s mouth enveloping the entirety of your cock immediately tore a loud groan from your chest. She swirled her tongue over your head, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock. Her cheeks hollowed as her head bobbed up and down. You threw your head back into the pillow again, unable to watch the utterly sinful sight unfolding right in front of you.
“Holy shit,” you gasped. Cherry red lips closed softly around your head, sucking as she reached down to squeeze your balls. For a woman who hadn’t been with another man since her husband left, you couldn’t tell that she was out of practice. Wanda smiled as you whined, your dick hitting the back of her throat. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she gagged on your length. It was undoubtedly the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your entire life.
Your pulse quickened as the ache in your groin grew stronger with every little movement. The pleasure was dizzying, the familiar coil in your belly growing tighter by the second. As Wanda worked wonders with her mouth, your body became unrestrained. You grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down as you thrust your hips into her face. Drool dripped down your cock as you stuffed your length deep into Wanda’s mouth. Her eyes screwed shut as she choked and gagged. You moaned in response, your fingers kneading her fiery red hair.
“Wanda, I’m gonna cum,” you croaked as you felt a blissful warmth spread over your body. She smirked against your cock as your hips bucked faster. Her tongue swirled and lapped over every single inch as she enthusiastically massaged the parts left exposed. Seconds later the coil snapped and your body exploded in ecstasy. Strands of hot cum shot down Wanda’s throat, which she swallowed greedily. No drop was left wasted as she released your with a pop, fine strands of saliva and cum connecting her to you.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. You closed your eyes as you watched galaxies and explosions appear under your closed lids.
“Y/N?” You opened your eyes and Wanda’s face was hovering above yours.
“Yeah?”
“You good?”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I regain feeling in my legs,” you joked as you looked up into those adorable emerald eyes. The beamed as she gazed down at you, caressing your flushed cheek with her soft hand.
“You’re adorable,” she cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I take it that was better than that handjob from your high school girlfriend?”
“Fuck yes,” you groaned. Wanda chuckled as she kissed you, her soft lips full of passion and tenderness against your own.
“What now, lover boy?” she teased.
“I wanna taste you,” you breathed, pulling her head to yours before you kissed her softly. “All of you.”
“Mmmm I like the sound of that,” Wanda giggled against your lips. She rolled the two of you over, landing on her back as you let the weight of your body rest atop her.
Your lips collided again and again as the anticipation of what was to come thrummed deep in your soul. Wanda’s breath was shaky against your own as you slowly teased a hand down her body before resting it in the heat between her legs.
“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear. Her eyes fixed on nothing on the ceiling, she nodded absentmindedly and reached her hand down to cover yours. Her long svelte fingers pushed yours over her already swollen clit, circling them gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Like that,” she croaked. You continued the motion as she released you. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as you focused on circling her clit. She grabbed onto your biceps, digging her nails into your flesh while you kissed her neck. “Oh baby that’s it,” she gasped. “Just a little more pressure and-” Wanda’s breath hitched as you pushed on her clit. As you circled it, you heard the lewd sounds of her wetness teasing just how aroused she was.
“Fuck, Wanda. You’re so wet.” She groaned as you teased your hand lower, rubbing your fingers through her swollen lips and teasing her slit.
“I want your mouth,” she begged as she grabbed your head and pushed it down your body. You crawled down her body, kissing every inch of her exposed torso as you slunk down to her pelvis. She squirmed as you planted hot open mouth kisses over her exposed flesh. Pressing her thighs apart, you could feel the heat radiating from between them.
“Wanda, what-?”
“Whatever you want.” Her voice was dripping with arousal. You weren’t quite sure where to start as you stared down at her glistening cunt. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your mouth to her clit. Your lips encircled the bulbous spot, sucking and licking in a manner similar to the way she sucked your cock. The loud groan that escaped her lips made you think you were doing something right. Wanda’s hips bucked against your face as you continued your alternating licking and sucking on her most sensitive spot.
Pushing her thighs down further, you lowered your head, licking a stripe from her clit all the way down her slit. Her arousal coated your tongue and you found yourself getting drunk on the taste of her. You teased her slit with your tongue, pressing it as far inside her as you could.
“Shit,” she groaned, grabbing your head and pushing it hard into her pelvis. You smiled as you lapped at her. The activity that once filled you with anxiety and hesitation now filled you with a sense of pride as you brought Wanda closer and closer to her orgasm. “Need something inside,” she mumbled. Kissing your way back to her clit, you tentatively inserted a finger inside her needy cunt. She shuddered at the sudden intrusion. You slowly began thrusting your hand in and out of her tight hole. “Not like that,” she suddenly grabbed your hand as you pulled out.
“Am I hurting you?” Fear stopped you dead in your tracks as you looked up at Wanda with concern.
“Just curl your fingers, don’t thrust, keep going, I’m so close, baby.” Wanda was beside herself with pleasure, her body closer to the edge.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, just fuck me.” Wanda shoved your head back down. You went right to work, rolling her clit around with your tongue as you curled your finger inside. Her walls tightened around you, making it difficult to move within her.
“I’m cumming. Oh, I’m cumming!” Wanda gasped as you felt her walls spasm around your hand. Her body shook as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook every inch of her. Loud moans escaped her lips as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth gaping open with unspeakable pleasure.
As Wanda’s spasms calmed, you pulled out of her. Her walls squeezed around nothing as it adjusted to the sudden lack of intrusion. Wanda was flat on her back, completely blissed out at the first orgasm she received at the hands of another person in a very long time. Masturbation only did so much for her. The level of intimacy and trust required for someone to bring her to such levels of ecstasy was something on a completely different level.
“Wanda? Are you okay, babe?” Her eyes were glazed over as she needed, her hands tracing through your hair.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“I’ll take that as a complement,” you joked before kissing her. You stared down at her, at the face of the woman you were slowly falling in love with, and wanted nothing more than to make her feel so unbelievably loved. The face that gazed back up at you mirrored the love and adoration that you felt for her. For the first time in a very long time, you were grateful for the fact that your first time was with someone who meant so much to you.
“Do you want to keep going?” Wanda whispered, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Mmhmm. Do you?” She nodded. “Where’d you put the condoms?” Wanda motioned to the nightstand next to her. You pulled the drawer open and grabbed one. “Umm, I’ve never-”
“That’s okay. Let me help.” Wanda grabbed the small wrapper from you, tearing it open before grabbing your already erect cock. Heart pounding and breath shaking, you watched her roll it down the length of your shaft. “How’s that?”
“It feels weird, but it’s not too tight or anything like that.”
“Good.” She readjusted herself on the bed, planting her feet on the bed and bending her knees to give you full access to her already dripping pussy. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. Positioning yourself over her, you lined your cock up with her entrance. Your body trembled with anticipation, sweat beading on your forehead as you suddenly felt yourself overwhelmed with nervousness. Wanda, once again sensing your hesitation, reached down and helped guide you inside her.
Wanda’s pussy was unfathomably warm, wet and tight. It took all your concentration to not blow your load right then and there. You groaned as you felt her squeeze gently around you. “Fuck,” you moaned, burying your head in the crook of her neck.
“Mmm, you feel so good, Y/N,” she sighed. It took a moment to get yourself together, but once you did you began to slowly thrust yourself in and out. Gasps and moans filled the room as Wanda’s drenched cunt squelched with every roll of your hips.
“Wanda,” you groaned. “Oh, Wanda.”
“Don’t stop, Y/N. Please don’t stop.” Wanda’s mewls spurred you on. You pushed yourself up, leaning over her as you filled her up at a faster pace. The bed groaned under your exertion.
“Baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” you gritted through clenched teeth. The newness of being engulfed inside Wanda’s velvety walls was driving you to the end far faster than you wanted.
“That’s okay,” she breathed. “Just keep going. I want you to cum for me, sweetheart.”
Wanda’s words ignited a primal fire inside you. Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, you bore down on your efforts. Your hips bucked wildly into Wanda. She moaned as you buried yourself deep inside her, filling her cunt in all the right ways as she began rubbing circles around her swollen clit. The bed creaked as you fucked her relentlessly. The faster your hips moved, the hotter the fire in your belly burned until you realized you were dangerously close to the point of no return.
“I’m gonna-” You were interrupted by Wanda reaching her free hand up to your neck and pulling you down to capture your lips in hers. As she kissed you passionately, you tumbled over the edge again. Her lips stifled your moan as you filled the condom with your seed. The feeling of your erection throbbing inside her, coupled with her hand on her clit, sent Wanda over the edge as she practically screamed through her orgasm. Her walls squeezed you tightly. You were practically seeing stars.
“Oh fuck. Wanda. Fuck, oh fuck. Oh God, Wanda,” you panted as the aftershocks of your orgasm worked their way through your body. Your pants turned into laughs as she began laughing with you.
“Was that okay?” Wanda asked with a chuckle.
“Okay? I don’t think ‘okay’ is the word I used to describe what just happened.”
“You have a better word, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I love you,” you mumbled absentmindedly as you collapsed onto her sweaty body.
“...What?”
“I…sorry, is it too soon? Did I just make this weird?” Wanda answered with a searing kiss, the corners of her mouth curved upward as she grabbed your face.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” she sheepishly admitted, her face flushing bright crimson.
“God, I love you, Wanda. I love you so much.” Your last sentence was interrupted with kisses between every word.
“I love you, too, Y/N. Don’t ever let me go.”
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Heaven Itself | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: The soft, smutty, and sweet Stripper MILF Wanda brain rot everyone asked for. Enjoy!
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), language, age gap relationship
Word Count: 1.4K
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Babe, aren’t you supposed to be leaving soon?” you asked Wanda as she sat wrapped in her towel on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah,” she shrugged.
“Everything okay?” You frowned at her admission. While she wasn’t totally in love with her job, for the most part she enjoyed going to the club. It was a break from the tribulations of having to actually make house calls. You noticed a bit of an extra pep in her step on those days. She enjoyed working with the girls as opposed to being on her own. The back room banter, gossip sessions, and mid-shift griping made it feel like she had a normal job. So you were surprised to see your girlfriend so out of sorts when it came to work.
“I don’t know if I want to do this anymore, Y/N.” She rested her head on your shoulder as you sat down next to her, the bed groaning under the added weight. You sighed as you leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Her long red locks had recently been exchanged for cropped blonde ones. It was her version of a midlife crisis. The momentary panic you felt upon seeing it for the first time was abated the instant you realized it was still long enough to pull.
“Okay…did something happen?”
“No. I just don’t want to anymore.” She gave a small sniffle as she wrapped her arms around your torso and flopped the both of you onto the quilted comforter.
“Wanda, you can talk to me. If you want to stop doing this, that's okay. But if something happened at work I need to know about it. That way I can make sure I stop at the gardening store to pick up a tarp for the body.”
“My knight in shining armor,” Wanda teased, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Anything for you, m’lady,” you cheekily responded as you trailed a hand up under her towel. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I’m too old for this, Y/N,” she sighed. “I’ll be 40 next week and…I don’t know, all the new girls are half my age. Yelena is only 22, Carol’s 28, and I’m the grim reaper. I’d kill to look like them. I look in the mirror and see the start of wrinkles and all those stretch marks and that damn scar. I’m practically over the hill as it is. Honestly I wonder why you’re with me when you look the way you do and could easily land a girl like them.”
“Mmmm I think the voice in your head and I need to have a talk, because I don’t see any of that when I look at you.” By now you’d rolled over on your side and we’re looking down at Wanda. Your fingers traced lazily over her cheek and up into her hair.
“And what do you see what you look at me?” she asked, gazing up at you with her entrancing green eyes while the corners of her lips slightly curved upward.
“A goddess. Your body was hand sculpted by the divine, a gift from the angels for me to worship. There’s no one else in the world as beautiful as you. I don’t see imperfections when I look at you, Wanda. I see Heaven itself.” Every word of your last sentence was alternated with chaste kisses planted on Wanda’s lips.
“You’re ridiculous,” she scoffed. The spreading blush on her face told another story. While she loved you deeply, she was still quite insecure about dating a younger man. Body image issues plagued her on a regular basis and it took all of your love and reassurance to remind her that you thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and worthy of your love.
“And you’re ravishing, my love,” you whispered as you kissed her once more. Warmth flooded your core as you felt her smile into your lips. You rolled on top of her, straddling her as she wrapped her hands around your neck. Wanda moaned into your mouth at the sudden intrusion of your tongue. The touch of it against her own sent shockwaves through both of your bodies.
“Looks like I’ll be a little late tonight,” she breathed as you paused momentarily to unwrap her towel, letting the ends fall to either side of her ethereal body.
“Yeah well they can deal with it.” Quick hands made work of your jeans as Wanda’s hands reached down your boxers. “Fuck,” you moaned as she began massaging your hardening cock.
“You know, you never fail to make me feel 25 again, sweetheart,” she chuckled as she placed her feet on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wider to give you full access to her arousal. You grinned as you wiggled your pants down your legs, lining your now pulsating erection with her entrance. Both of you let out a simultaneous groan as you entered her with ease.
As you began to thrust into her, you let your body collapse down on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around your back, rolling her hips in time with your thrusts. In this position you were able to rest your head right next to hers and whisper sweet words of affirmation in her ear.
“You’re so beautiful, Wanda. You’re so beautiful when you let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours. I love watching you fall apart while I’m inside you. You’re too good for me, baby girl.”
Wanda whimpered as you continued to shower her with praises. Wet velvety walls squeezed you with every thrust. The combination of your sweet nothings and your cock angled perfectly against her sensitive spot was drawing her closer to ecstasy.
“That’s it, Wanda. You’re doing so well. You’re taking my cock so well. God that pussy of yours is absolutely perfect. I’ll never get tired of how good you make me feel. You’re the only one I want, the only one who makes me feel like this.” You smiled as you watched the older woman’s insecurities melt away while you treated her like she was the single most important person on the planet.
“I’m close, hon,” she mewed as she balled her hands into fists on the back of your t-shirt.
“Be a good girl and let go for me, Wanda.” Your words were the last push she needed to be driven over the edge. Wanda threw her head back into the pillow, groaning loudly as her orgasm washed over her. Her walls spasmed around you, drawing out your own orgasm. You bit down on her neck as you came inside her.
“Oh wow,” Wanda gasped. “Baby, that was so good.” You groaned in agreement as svelte fingers traced their way up your back and twisted themselves in your hair.
“Yeah it was, wasn’t it?” you joked, kissing the tender spot you just bit. “Feel better?”
Wanda nodded. Her eyes were glazed over, staring in your general vicinity as absolute bliss overtook her body. Her fingers tousled your hair absentmindedly in her hazy state. A small whimper escaped her lips as you pulled out of her, your cum dripping out of her glistening cunt.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Wanda Maximoff. Don’t you ever forget it. I don’t care how old you are, you’ll always be beautiful to me,” you whispered mere inches from her face. She blushed a deep red at your compliment. It was sweet and sappy, but it was true: Wanda was the only woman for you. Everything about her was beautiful in every way imaginable.
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” she wondered aloud.
“I could say the same thing,” you chuckled. “I’m a lucky man.”
Wanda smiled as she pushed on your chest. “As much as I want to continue this, mister, I’ve got to get to work.” You groaned as you rolled off of her, not wanting to leave the warmth of her embrace. “But I think we should definitely continue this when I get back.”
“Mmmm, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”
“Good,” she replied in a sultry tone, tracing her finger around your jaw. “Because I have some ideas.”
“Like?”
“You’re just gonna have to wait and see, lover boy.” You knew that devilish look in her eye. Wanda had something up her sleeve and you couldn’t wait.
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Cookies | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: Wanda’s in her happy place: the kitchen
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Sexual innuendo
Word Count: 1.3K
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Wanda’s happy place was the kitchen. Either that or the garden. Domesticity brought a grounded sense of normalcy to her otherwise chaotic life: stripping wasn’t normal, pruning shrubs and breaking down a whole chicken were. At her most stressed, you’d come downstairs in the morning to the kitchen counters overflowing with a variety of muffins, cookies, and other pastries as she poured her stress into sugar.
Most days you left her alone when she got into one of her cooking moods. You learned the hard way when you were on the receiving end of a thrown wooden spoon. That was when you decided it would be best to hide out literally anywhere else in the house, but today you couldn’t help yourself. Maybe it was the sweet smell of her famous double chocolate chunk cookies, or perhaps it was the oldies hits playlist echoing throughout the downstairs. Either way, all you wanted to do was stand and watch.
Wanda was in her own world. She didn’t notice as you slunk your way to the kitchen, crossing your arms as you leaned on the wall, lovingly gazing at her all the while. The sweet smell of her famous double chocolate chunk wafted through the air as the latest batch baked to perfection in the oven. The others sat atop cooling racks, their tantalizing aroma infiltrating your brain. Dressed in her half apron, the strings tied in a neat bow and accentuating her still heavenly figure, Wanda danced around the kitchen. Her baking playlist was filled with an eclectic mixture of artists and genres spanning from the golden oldies to traditional Sokovian folk music. She was on a 70s kick today and Al Green’s voice echoed off the walls of Wanda’s safe haven.
She was ridiculously adorable. Wanda bopped to the beat, swinging her hips as she took one tray out of her oven and replaced it with another. She twirled, singing slightly-off key as she eyed the mixing bowl on the counter. Leave it to Wanda to lick the remaining batter off the spoon even after yelling at the boys to not do so. It was only the sound of your poorly stifled giggle that snapped her back into reality: she froze like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide as the spoon remained firmly in her mouth.
“What?” she mumbled innocently, swirling her tongue around the last morsels of chocolatey deliciousness.
“Nothing,” you shrugged. “Just thought licking the batter from the bowl wasn’t allowed in your good Jewish household.”
“This is a spoon, darling, not a bowl.” Wanda rolled her eyes, her lips curving upward in a subtle grin as she turned away from you. Your eyes were glued to the way her jeans fit her perfectly. The looseness of the vintage bell bottoms had no impact on the tight hug the rinsed denim had over her hips. The cookies were definitely not the only snack in the kitchen. “What are you staring at?”
“Huh?” Her voice snapped you out of your hypnotized state.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“Umm…the stitching on your pockets matches the strings on your apron?” She glanced behind her shoulder, spinning awkwardly to try and look at her back pockets.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or weirded out.”
“Well I’m checking you out so…” you smirked.
“How about you check these out instead?” You opened your mouth to speak right as Wanda shoved a warm cookie right inside.
Like always, Wanda’s culinary skills were off the charts. It was warm, gooey, and ever so chocolatey the way you liked. A sinful groan escaped your lips as the morsel literally melted in your mouth.
“Well-?” She cocked her head, hand on her hip as she twirled the spoon around her free hand.
“Perfection. Like usual. But I don’t think these cookies are the best snack in the kitchen right now.” Wanda’s face blushed as red as her shirt at your insinuation. Not one who took praise easily, she kicked one foot in front of the other as she stared at the ground, completely embarrassed. It was her most endearing quality.
“So I’m a snack then?” she asked quietly.
“I don’t know if I’d really consider you a snack though, Wanda.”
“Oh-?” Her eyes widened in confusion as you slunk towards her.
“I think that you’re definitely more of a dessert. The end of the meal, the best part of the night. A succulent, luscious, tantalizing dessert.” There wasn’t a second for Wanda to respond to your seductive insinuations. As she opened her mouth, you grabbed her face, pulling her as close as you could and pressing your lips firmly against hers. She tasted of cherry (her choice of chapstick) and chocolate, the intoxicating combination dizzying the both of you. Soft arms wrapped around your neck. The wooden spoon rubbed up against the back of your head and sprinkled your hair with chocolate. You didn’t care. As you deepened the kiss, Wanda carefully walked the two of you back into the island counter. She giggled as a soft bump stopped the two of you and you couldn’t help but smile into her soft lips. Her hands trailed down your neck, the wooden dowel drawing a line down your spine while her hands eventually gripped your waist.
“I smell cookies!”
“I’ll beat you to-EWW!”
Nothing broke the two of you apart faster than Billy and Tommy stopping dead in their tracks in front of you. Wanda pushed you off of her so hard you nearly toppled over while the spoon fell forgotten to the ground.
“Gross!” Billy mumbled as he grabbed two cookies off the cooling rack, not bothering to make eye contact with either you or his mother.
“Yeah, get a room, mom,” Tommy chided as he shoveled a stack of cookies into his hands.
“Excuse me, young man, but that’s way too many cookies,” Wanda scolded as she readjusted her rumpled shirt.
“If I eat enough cookies I’ll forget what I saw. Do you want me to be scarred for life?” Somehow you managed to cover your laugh with a cough as you knelt down to pick up the spoon. Wanda was speechless at Tommy’s remark. Her face, once red with desire, was now red with embarrassment. Was it a little impetuous? Yes. Was it funny? Absolutely, but you couldn’t let Wanda know that.
“Just get out of here before I make you put those cookies back, mister!” she called as he raced down the hall.
The two of you stood in the uncomfortable awkwardness of just being caught by Wanda’s sons. While it wasn’t the most compromising position the two of you had been caught in, you wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. It was only the dinging of the timer that brought you out of such an awkward pause.
“So…” you mumbled after clearing your throat.
“So…” Wanda answered as she flipped cookies off the hot pan and on to the cooling rack.
“That was-”
“Awkward.”
“Very.”
“It’s our fault. We both knew they’re home.”
“Still doesn’t change the fact I’m incredibly horny,” you shrugged, plopping another cookie into your mouth.
“Y/N!” Wanda snapped, the faintest hint of a smirk on her face.
“What? I haven’t seen you in a week, your ass looks fantastic in those jeans, and-goddamn, these cookies are incredible.”
“What do my cookies have to do with you being horny?”
“Nothing. They’re just really good.”
Wanda sighed, looking at the empty mixing bowl in front of her. “This is what I get for dating a twenty-five year old,” she mumbled as she shook her head.
“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to.” Wanda’s head snapped up suddenly, a devilish gleam in her eye.
“Who says I don’t want to?”
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Intimacy | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: After a stressful day at work, Wanda wants you to help her forget it
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), dom/sub dynamics, degradation kink, face slapping, restraints, forced orgasms, spanking, blood, language
Word Count: 3K
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A/N: I'd love to do this to Wanda
Wanda slammed the car door so hard you could feel it in the kitchen. You looked up from your potato, glancing at the unopened door you feared would soon be kicked open before being slammed shut. It was the sign that something was wrong. What that was you couldn’t be sure. Most likely it was related to her day at the club, probably a creep who felt that Wanda’s act gave him permission to feel her up or proposition her for a good time out back. Regardless of what happened, you would do what you always did whenever your girlfriend came home frustrated: give her a hug, draw her a bubble bath, and pour her the big glass of wine while she sat on the couch watching whatever sitcom she could click on first.
The door kicked open and slammed shut just as you predicted. Wanda’s grumblings and mutterings were intelligible from your spot in the kitchen, but you heard her backpack thud as she dropped it to the ground. The slap of her bare feet storming toward the kitchen made you only momentarily consider hiding your knife.
“You. Upstairs. Now.” You didn’t have time to respond before Wanda grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the kitchen.
You tripped over your feet as she practically pulled you up the stairs. “Are you good?”
“I had a shitty day and I need you to help me forget about it.” She kicked open the door to the bedroom and threw you inside before slamming it shut.
“Alright,” you chuckled. Reaching for your belt, you began to undo it before Wanda stopped you. Her green eyes burned with an intense fire you’d never seen before.
“I need you to fuck me,” she stated plainly.
“I can do that.”
“No, Y/N. I need you to fuck me.”
“I…well yeah, I can do that.” You were confused. Wanda was trying to ask you something but you had no idea what she was implying. Fuck her? You would willingly do that whenever she asked. Wanda let out an exasperated groan, throwing her hands in the air as she walked away from you and flopped face down on the bed. “Wands? I want to help, sweetie, but you gotta tell me what you want,” you coaxed, flopping down next to her. She mumbled something into the comforter, but you couldn’t understand her with her face full of quilt. “What?”
Wanda turned her head to the side, her fiery red hair sprawling over her face as she attempted to look at you. “I need you to fuck me. Like, just fuck me. Do whatever you want to me. I want you to be so fucking rough with me that I’m begging you to stop. But don’t stop, okay? Hit me, hurt me, make me bleed, I really don’t care.”
“Are…are you sure?”
“Y/N I swear to god if you don’t put your-”
“Okay, okay!” You brushed her hair out of her face, the long locks twisting as you carefully arranged it on the side of her head. You smiled to yourself. Certainly you’d find your fingers tangled with her hair later in ways that would drive her absolutely wild. There were endless possibilities at play. Wanda was giving you free reign over her body: you were going to take full advantage of that. “What’s the safeword?”
“Pineapples.” The same tried and true word. It had never been spoken by either of you before, but you kept it the same for continuity’s sake.
“Good.” You pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. It was the last bit of gentleness you wanted to show her, but Wanda had other ideas. Needy hands grabbed at the collar of your t-shirt. You found yourself being pulled into your lover as she rolled onto her side. Her lips were incredibly soft and sweet, tantalizing you as you relished in their softness. You felt her smile coyly as you kissed her back. That was enough to almost make you lose all sense of yourself, but you managed to snap yourself back to reality before Wanda managed to take control of the situation.
“Oh absolutely not,” you teased. Wanda’s eyes snapped open, her face flushing red. Her body burned with anticipation as you straddled her waist, your pulse quickening as you rolled on top of her. The two of you found yourselves dizzy in the thick atmosphere that filled the bedroom. “You think you can distract me like that, huh? We haven’t even started yet and you can’t take it?” The thrum of desire surging through your body was almost insatiable. It took all your self-restraint to only trail your hand down the side of her face. You heard Wanda’s breath hitch at the light caress of your fingers against her cheek. It was all she could do to nod.
Without giving her a moment to recover, you slammed your lips into hers. She moaned into your mouth as you bit down on her lower lip. The sharp metallic tang of blood coated sent a shiver down your spine. There was something inherently dirty about the act of spilling blood, of coating your tongue in the crimson ichor that was meant to remain untasted. As you lapped at the drops, heat spreading under your skin, you began tearing at the buttons on Wanda’s oversized flannel. Your fingers moved deftly over the fabric as she arched her back, desperate for more contact with you.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you, you little slut?” Wanda whimpered, her eyes rolling back as you tore the shirt from her now exposed frame. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. You better answer me when I talk to you.”
“I want you so bad, baby,” Wanda whined. You smirked, reaching underneath her to unclasp her bra and throw it behind you. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please. Please. Please just-” A stinging smack across her face interrupted her incoherent babbling. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as you leaned in close to her, your lips brushing against her ear as you spoke.
“I ask, you answer. That’s how this works. Please what?” you growled.
“Please fuck me.”
Your hand rubbed gentle circles over her reddened cheek. Wanda’s utterly disheveled appearance drove you absolutely wild. She was surrendering all her inhibitions to you. Not only was it unbelievably intimate, it was incredibly hot as well. Smirking as you locked eyes with her dazed emerald orbs, you gave her cheek a light slap before reaching down to thumb the waistband of her leggings. You slid them around her waist, teasing the soft rolls of her tummy that were covered by the wide waistband.
“Sweetheart, you’re soaked,” you mumbled as you carefully peeled her leggings off. The growing dark spot on her otherwise pastel blue panties sent you into a frenzy. A dull ache formed in the pit of your stomach as you bit back a moan.
Quick hands made work of your own jeans as your tented boxers soon joined Wanda’s bra on the floor. Your erection was rock hard, throbbing with every hammering beat of your heart.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight,” you teased, dipping a hand down her panties and sliding your fingers up her slit. Slick juices coated your hand, which you promptly used to massage up and down your shaft. Wanda salivated at the sight of her arousal coating your engorged length. Not breaking eye contact with your hand, watching as you fondled yourself with her sweet juices, she slipped her panties down her legs.
“Did I tell you that you could take those off yet?” Wanda yelped as you grabbed her wrist. “Hands and knees. Now.” You yanked the sticky undergarments off, throwing them behind you to land amongst the discarded garments strewn on your bedroom floor. Wanda quickly and willingly obliged your command. Her body trembled with anticipation of your next action. Both of you knew that you would punish her for her willful disobedience. You were in charge, she was to submit to your demands.
Rubbing circles on her exposed flesh, her full and voluptuous ass on full display, you slapped it hard. She yelped again, the sting of your open palm sending pleasure and pain to all ends of her body. The skin beneath your hand burned bright red as you rendered slap after slap. Each successive hit slowly transformed Wanda’s yelps and cries to stifled moans as her cunt glistened with her dripping arousal.
“Dumb slut,” you muttered. “God, you’re just a pathetic little cumrag, aren’t you? Don’t worry, baby, you won’t need to think at all while I fuck you.” You grabbed her hips, pulling them towards you as you lined the tip of your penis up with her entrance. Heart pounding, lust teeming throughout every inch of your body, you buried yourself inside her in one quick thrust. Wanda gasped as she adjusted to your girth. It was far from the first time she’d taken you, but it always took a moment for her to acclimate to the intrusion. While you normally gave her a moment, Wanda’s words echoed in your head: “hurt me.”
With no warning, you pounded into her. You watched your cock dip in and out of her in rapid succession, her juices mixing with your precum and coating every inch of your shaft. The sound of smacking flesh filled the room as your pelvis rutted into her ass. You threw your head back, closing your eyes as you relished in the sensation of her walls gripping you. Wanda clawed at the bedsheets with balled fists, her eyes rolling back into her head as soft moans escaped her open mouth.
“Look at you taking my cock so well. You’re such a good little cock whore, aren’t you?” She croaked out a garbled sigh in response. “Can’t even answer, you’re so full right now.”
“Fuck, daddy, fuck my pussy,” Wanda groaned loudly.
“Daddy?” For a moment you were snapped out of your scene. It was the first time she called you that, but it only made the fire that was burning in your body that much hotter. “You like the way daddy fucks you, baby?”
“Mmhmm,” she nodded enthusiastically. Her grip on the sheets tightened as she rocked her hips back against yours.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” You had already set a brutal pace with your thrusts, but your hips bucked into her frantically as you teased her.
“‘M gonna cum,” Wanda moaned. As you slammed into her cunt, Wanda let out a choked sob as her walls fluttered around you. You didn’t let up, fucking her at full force through her orgasm. “Stop, baby, it’s too much.”
“But I thought this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted me to fuck you like the whore you are. Come on, Wanda, be a good girl for daddy,” you mocked. “Yeah, that’s a good girl, hmm?”
Wanda’s head fell to the pillow as you brought her to the brink of a second orgasm almost immediately after her first. Her muffled screams filled the room as her swollen pussy squelched with every buck of your hips. You smiled to yourself knowingly. There was nothing you enjoyed more than watching her cum. Her second orgasm was quickly followed by a third. By the time Wanda approached her fourth consecutive orgasm, you figured she was about spent. Willingly spurring yourself on, you slowed your thrusts, methodically pulling your entire length out before bottoming out inside her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you grunted. Sharp nails dug into her soft hips as you shuddered with your thrusts. You could feel the pressure coming to a peak inside you.
“Cum in me, baby,” Wanda begged. Her voice was ragged from screaming.
“I’ll fill you up so good. Stuff you with my cum, make it run down your legs, coat every inch of that fucking amazing pussy.” With one final thrust you emptied yourself inside her, hot strands painting her womb white as you bred her. Her walls milked every last drop from your cock as she came around you for a fourth time.
Groaning, you collapsed down on her as the feeling in your legs finally gave out. Your sweaty bodies pressed together as your hearts pounded wildly in your chests. The orgasm left you satisfied, but you weren’t done with Wanda quite yet. Difficult as it was, you rolled off her, reaching over for your nightstand.
“Come on, slut. I’m not done with you yet,” you ordered, rolling her over as you grabbed the handcuffs from the drawer. The cool metal clicked into place around her wrists as you raised her arms above her head, reaching back into the drawer for the rope to secure them to the bed. Once you checked to make sure the knot was secure, you rolled over to Wanda’s side of the bed, rummaging through her drawer for her large vibrating wand. You found it, along with the proper restraints to make sure it stayed right where it needed to be. The cuffs for her legs were right next to it and you threw those onto the bed, too.
You made quick work of the ropes, cuffing her ankles to the bedposts and tying the wand around her midsection so that it stayed put. Wanda’s breaths were heavy and ragged as you worked silently, focusing intently on your task as you tried to ignore the nude woman twitching and shaking underneath you.
“Now,” you began as you jumped off the bed, “I have to finish making dinner. I’ll be back once I’m done.” You grabbed your boxers and jumped into them, reaching down once you were somewhat dressed to retrieve another item of clothing. But this wasn’t for you. “In the meantime, I’ll leave you here.”
“Y/N,” Wanda groaned. You could practically smell the arousal pooling between her legs.
“Oh, and I like to cook in silence so…” You turned toward the bed, unballing your fist to let the stained panties dangle limply from your grasp. Wanda’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping just enough so you could shove the garment inside and gag her. You turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting with the intent of torturing her.
Back in the kitchen, you continued dicing your potatoes, mixing the dry rub for your chicken thighs together, chopping off the ends of the asparagus, and placing everything on two cookie sheets before plopping them in the oven. It wasn’t more than ten minutes, but it was more than long enough for Wanda. When you returned to the bedroom after placing dinner in the oven, you found a quivering mess of the woman you left behind. Tears rolled down her face, ruining her mascara as screams stood silenced behind cotton. Her body strained and convulsed against the constant overstimulation. The bed shook violently as she bucked her hips wildly, a feeble attempt at loosening your restraints. Her clit was swollen, her lips bright red and puffy while a slick sheen coated all of her sex. A damp puddle pooled between her legs: you made a mental reminder to change the sheets before the boys got home. Her eyes begged and pleaded with you to stop, the worst thoughts of her day finally expunged from her mind as a result of your brutal fucking.
As soon as you turned the wand off, Wanda’s entire body shuddered and collapsed deep into the mattress. You carefully removed the underwear from her mouth, massaging her stiff jaw as you straddled her torso.
“You, umm, you’ve got a little mascara…here, let me help.” You thumbbed away a leaky black trail from her cheek. Her hands still restrained, Wanda gazed into your soul. It was a distant look, like she was in a far off land and not really present. “Are you okay?” you whispered, nearly closing the distance between your lips and hers.
“I…” She couldn’t speak. There were no words to describe what she just experienced both physically and mentally.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No baby, no. I just don’t think I can move,” she breathed with a slight chuckle.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath?”
“No. No, no bath. Not now. Just…hold me?” Wanda was at her most vulnerable. You gave her what she wanted, as you always did, and it took everything out of her. There was no one else she trusted to do this to her, and the intimacy it created between the two of you was something you couldn’t describe. Even after all the pain and degradation and tears, all she wanted was to be held by the man she trusted as her protector.
“I can do that,” you whispered, untying the various ropes and unlocking the handcuffs. As you worked around her body, you occasionally stopped to press loving kisses all over her, massaging the porcelain skin that was only beginning to show signs of weathering. The restraints were quickly discarded as you curled yourself behind Wanda, wrapping your arm around her midsection as you spooned her.
“No, not like this,” she pouted, rolling over and pushing you onto your back.
“Okay,” you apologized as she clung to you like a koala, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. It didn’t take long for Wanda’s breathing to deepen and slow as she relaxed into your warmth. Your fingers found themselves tangling in the red hair that was spread across your chest, twisting and twirling with her natural curls.
“Thank you,” she murmured from the brink of slumber. You smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she passed out from sheer exhaustion. A shower and dinner and picking the boys up could wait. For the next thirty-seven minutes until the beeping oven reminded you of your worldly existence, your world consisted of only you and Wanda lying in bed in the throes of ecstasy, closer than you’d ever been.
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Shower | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: You and Wanda take a shower ;)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut duh (Minors DNI), language
Word Count: 1.3K
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The sound of rain echoed on the tiled shower as Wanda let the water heat up. She sighed, staring back at the weathered face in the mirror. While the prime days of her youth were behind her, she was aging like a fine wine. Steam gathered on the edges of the mirror as she slipped out of her sheer pink nightgown. The light fabric pooled around her feet. She maneuvered her way around it, slid the curtain back, and basked in the warmth that cascaded down her body. All the while Wanda never noticed the way you watched her every move from the bedroom.
Wanda was stressed. There was no doubt about that. The daily grind was starting to get to her. She wasn’t totally forthcoming about it, but you picked up on it. Sometimes it was the way she’d slice through carrots a little too hard. Other times it was the way she’d spend more and more time in the parked car after picking up the boys or the way she’d spend endless hours in her flower garden on the weekends. You knew that it would all pass eventually, but there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to take your girlfriend’s mind off things for a bit.
Wanda’s hums danced in your ears as you tiptoed into the bathroom. You smirked as you pulled your clothes off, dropping them in the pile with Wanda’s nightgown. When you pulled back the curtain, Wanda was facing away from you. Soap cascaded down her back as she ran the loofah over her body, bubbles sliding over every curve. Quietly, you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her midsection.
“Hi,” you murmured in her ear. “Mind if I join you?”
“Well, you’re already here,” she hummed.
“Excellent.” Slowly, you began to kiss her neck. Your lips traced up and down her sweet flesh. Beads of water coated your lips as the two of you stood under the shower head. Wanda sighed, tilting her head away from you to expose more of her neck. Open mouth kisses covered the length of her neck. As you kissed her, you palmed her soft breasts with the greatest care, squeezing and massaging them tenderly. The space between them was your most favorite place on earth, but you’d settle for your equally compromising position for the time being.
“Mmmm, that feels good,” she sighed. Wanda reached behind her, tousling her fingers through your damp locks. She moaned as you bit down on the tender point at the base of her neck. Your tongue swirled around the bruise, soothing and teasing her as you squeezed her boobs together.
“You like that don’t you, baby girl?” you teased. Wanda nodded. She sighed loudly as you rolled her nipples between your thumb and index finger all while kissing her down the back of her neck. “Relax Wanda, I’ve got you.” The words melted down her spine like drops of wax dripping from a candle. You slid your hands down from her breasts. Every inch of slippery skin was heaven under your touch. Teasing her was intoxicating, but worshiping her body like this? Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy.
Sliding over every perfect imperfection, your hands traversed her slight rolls and stretch marks and of so soft tummy before coming to rest on her hips. Sharp nails dug into supple flesh as you pulled her flush against you. Even in the steam of the shower you could feel the heat radiating from her center.
“Y/N,” she groaned. Wanda reached for your hand. You sensed her anticipation; the way her breath shook and her body trembled against your touch was overwhelmingly fueled by desire.
“I’ve got you,” you reassured her. There was nothing you loved more than taking care of Wanda. You dropped to your knees behind her, gently coaxing her thighs apart as you nestled your hand between them. Her puffy pussy, swollen with arousal, was proudly on display mere inches from your face. You salivated at the faintest hint of her scent.
“Baby, I don’t wanna wait much longer,” Wanda begged. She canted forward, her arms resting on the cool tile as her head bowed. Licking your lips, you wrapped your hands around her plush thighs and dove in headfirst.
A loud groan escaped Wanda’s lips as you licked a stripe up her slit. She was absolutely drenched. The sticky arousal painted your tongue as you savored the best part of her. You flattened your tongue, teasing her entrance with every subtle movement. She rolled her hips against your mouth in desperate search for more. God she needed more. She needed so much more.
You slipped your tongue inside her with ease. Her walls clenched around it, squeezing you as you dipped in and out in rapid succession. You could practically hear the smile appear on Wanda’s lips as she gasped and sighed against your movements.
“Oh lord,” she moaned into her forearm as you buried your face deeper between her legs. Every thrust of your tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
“How’s that feel?” you asked, replacing your tongue with a finger curling gently inside her. A muffled groan answered that question for you. “Do you trust me?” you whispered. She nodded, her hair plastered against her back as the water continued to pour down on the two of you.
Gently grabbing and spreading her cheeks, you leaned forward and pressed your tongue to her puckered pink hole. Wanda’s gasp sucked the air from the shower at the sharp jolt of pleasure. The sensation wasn’t new. It was seldom experienced but willingly accepted. At the end of the day, Wanda was a reluctant ass whore and loved every second of it.
“Fuck.” Her voice dripped with lust. Every single movement of your tongue against her tight entrance sent new and insatiable feelings through Wanda. She reached for the curtain with one hand, feebly attempting to keep her knees from collapsing. The other reached around for the back of your head.
Wanda pushed your head deeper between her cheeks as your tongue darted wildly within her. Steadying yourself with one hand, you dipped the other into her needy cunt. She squirmed at the sudden intrusion, the combined stimulation almost being too much to bear. You smiled as your fingers curled deep within her. Wanda was losing herself under your touch. It was your most favorite sight in the world.
“Oh baby,” she sighed, lifting a leg up to the side of the tub. “Right there, right fucking there.” The pads of your fingers curled up against the spongy sensitive spot deep within her. Her walls engulfed your fingers with their wet warmth, slowing your movements as you fought to break the grip she had on you. The searing pain in your forearm almost won out, but you pressed on, two fingers deep in her cunt and your tongue swirling around her clenched asshole. Her moans, more unhinged by the second, spurred you to work harder. With a breathless gasp and a sudden gush of hot liquid, Wanda was cumming all over you. She bit down on her arm to stifle her loud moans as she squirted all down the front of you. Her asshole clenched down on your tongue, matching the rhythm of her walls squeezing and releasing your fingers.
“Goddamn. Now that was a sight to see,” you chuckled, sucking her arousal off your fingers. The now lukewarm water poured down over the two of you, rinsing the musky scent of sex down the drain. Wanda chuckled half-heartedly. She leaned up against the wall, the cool tile cooling her overheated, overstimulated body as she slowly began to regain feeling in her legs.
“That felt good,” Wanda murmured.
“Well you know, there’s still some hot water left if you’re up for it,” you teased. Wanda didn’t answer: she merely dropped to her knees, telling you all you needed to know.
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Summer | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: Summer in Westview is quite the adventure :)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Mild language, innuendo
Word Count: 2.7K
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The week you took vacation from work was the hottest week on record for the small suburban town of Westview, New Jersey. There were a million things on your to do list, but the sweltering heat and stifling humidity sapped all of your energy. The shed needed to be painted, the driveway needed resealing, and you promised Wanda that you’d finally go through the boxes of “stuff” that were sitting in the basement. Yet all you wanted to do was sit on the back porch with a beer, work on your tan, and stare out over the sparkling ripples of water in the pool that you didn’t have…until today.
It was meant to be a surprise for Billy and Tommy, but you and Wanda both had to admit that you were excited, too. Talk of a pool started as a joke. The idea of actually going through with it seemed absurd at first: the yard wasn’t all too big, taking care of a pool was a lot of work, it wasn’t exactly cheap to have it installed in the first place…your shared list of excuses stretched on and on. Yet the more the two of you joked about it, the more you found yourselves falling in love with the idea of your own personal oasis.
Keeping the pool a secret wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. Although Billy and Tommy often made passing remarks about wanting a pool as the temperature rose, Wanda kept them in check with a smart remark about money not growing on trees or an eye roll. More often than not they dropped the subject. But it was frequently followed by a subtle smirk or knowing glance in your direction: the boys had no idea what was coming.
On this hot and hazy Thursday morning, after Billy and Tommy were picked up by the school bus on their way to summer day camp, the local pool installation company pulled into the driveway. Since you were getting an above ground pool, it would be finished before the boys got home from camp.
“So who’s gonna get in the water first?” you asked Wanda as you sat in your Adirondack chairs on the back porch. “Billy or Tommy?”
“Tommy. Definitely. I’m not even sure he’ll change out of his clothes before he jumps in,” Wanda chuckled. She swirled her straw around the glass of freshly squeezed iced tea, the ice cubes clanking around the glass as she looked out at the two workers setting up the walls of the pool.
“And you’re sure we can’t get in as soon as they’re done filling it up? That we have to wait for the boys to get home?”
“Y/N-”
“Only kidding, my love,” you retorted. Truthfully you weren’t kidding. The donut floaty wasn’t for them…
******
“Still can’t believe we actually did this,” you thought aloud, skimming your hand across the surface of the water. The sun bounced its crisp surface as the blue liner sparkled brightly underneath the ripples. You smiled as your fingers broke the surface.
“The boys are going to love it,” Wanda replied as she splashed the water around.
“Yeah, sure, they’ll love it, but think of all the fun we’ll have with it.”
“Oh?”
“Two words: skinny dipping.”
“Y/N!” Wanda blushed bright red at your devilish thought, but you knew that she was just as excited about the prospect of a late night nude swim as you were. You ducked out of the way when she splashed water in your direction. “We have neighbors!”
“And-?”
“I don’t think Agnes would appreciate seeing either of us naked.”
“We don’t know that,” you answered with a knowing grin.
“Keep it up and you’ll be the one going in the pool with your clothes on,” she warned. Suddenly Wanda reached for her pocket, her soft marimba text tone echoing softly against the soft hum of the pool pump. “Shit,” she muttered.
“What?”
“Kate called out, they’re one girl short for the 3-11 shift,” Wanda sighed.
“Do you want to go in?” you asked.
“Not really, but it looks like I’ll have to.” Wanda placed her phone in her back pocket, rubbing her temples as she stared into the pool.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I can watch the boys tonight. It’ll be some good bonding time for us.”
“No, I know you can watch them, I just wanted to be home for this tonight.”
“I mean I don’t know about them but I think I can find a way to make it up to you later,” you teased with a wink. Wanda merely shook her head and smiled as she headed back inside.
“Sex isn’t always the answer to everything, Y/N,” she replied over her shoulder.
“Who said I was talking about sex?!”
******
“STOP RIGHT THERE!” You extended both arms in front of you as Billy and Tommy jumped off the school bus and ran up the front porch.
“He did it!” Tommy yelled, pointing an accusing finger at his twin.
“What did I do?” Billy exclaimed. “Whatever it is, he did it!” The accusation sent the two into a back and forth of hearsay until you managed to intervene before push came to shove.
“Woah! Take it easy, dudes. No one’s in trouble. Your mom got called into work so it’s just us tonight. Which is cool. We were just gonna grill up some burgers for dinner later, but there is a surprise for you in the backyard.”
“Dirt bikes?!” Tommy asked giddily.
“A trampoline?!” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.
“Why don’t you go out back and check it out for yourself?” You grinned at them as you lowered your arms, allowing them to push each other out of the way as they trampled up the steps of the front porch. “Don’t kill each other before you get there!”
Before long shouts and cries of awe and excitement echoed from the backyard. There was no doubt that they were overjoyed at the sight of the brand new pool. It didn’t take that much longer for them to rid themselves of their backpacks and t-shirts and scramble into the crisp, cool water. You laughed to yourself, extremely grateful that you yourself didn’t have to wait any longer to indulge. Throwing on your swim trunks, which you pre-set in the downstairs bathroom, you practically dove in on top of the boys.
The three of you spent the next few hours splashing about in the cool water. Billy was the first one to find your donut floaty, much to your chagrin. You instantly felt you had to reclaim your rightful place on said floaty so naturally you flipped him off and climbed inside. That started an intense game of king of the hill. Tommy convinced Billy to team up against you. They attempted to sneak around you and swim up from underneath the floaty in an effort to flip you over. They failed. Multiple times. Eventually you ended up dunking both of them, flipping them off the floaty after they thought they had you beat.
Once you were thoroughly waterlogged, you grabbed your towel to dry off. The boys begged to stay in just a little bit longer. You relented only on the condition that nobody mention it to Wanda. That was the mantra of the evening: don’t tell Wanda. Don’t tell Wanda you flipped both boys underwater, don’t tell Wanda you let them stay in the pool for as long as they did, and definitely don’t tell Wanda how you accidentally set Agnes’ tree on fire.
******
“Y/N, are you sure you were a Boy Scout?” Tommy asked as you failed to spark the bonfire for the dozenth time.
“I don’t think he was a real Boy Scout ‘cause we’d definitely have a huge fire by now,” Billy whispered rather loudly to Tommy.
“Either one of you think you could do a better job?” You twisted around, lighter alternating between their reluctant faces. The stunned silence gave you their answer. “That’s what I thought,” you responded as you turned back to the firepit. Standing there, hands on your hips, you harrumphed at the pitiful pile of sticks in front of you. Normally it was no trouble starting a fire. You’d done it plenty of times before. Something just wasn’t working.
“Now what?” Billy asked, his head cocked at an angle as he watched you staring at the pit.
Sighing, you rubbed your temples as you weighed your options. There was no way you were going to let the night end without some sort of pyrotechnic display. That and you really wanted a s’more. So there was only one real option left: a little bit of help.
“Hey Tommy, can you go grab the can of gas from the garage? And Billy, can you go grab the newspaper from the counter?”
“Seriously? Mom’s gonna kill you,” Billy told you.
“And that’s why we’re not going to tell her about this, okay?” Billy, always his mother’s son, rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen. Tommy, on the other hand, sprinted toward the garage. Once the boys returned, you doused the kindling with the accelerant and wadded up the newspaper, stuffing it in every nook and cranny. “Alright, now stand back. I don’t want you two too close in case this thing goes poof.” Grabbing the box of matches, you struck three against the side of the box and tossed them onto the pile.
The resulting explosion was impressive to say the least. The shockwave from the ignition caused you to stumble backwards as a fireball shot high into the sky. Billy and Tommy both cheered as the fire came into existence, but they weren’t the only ones yelling.
“MY TREE’S ON FIRE!” Agnes yelled out the window. “YOU SET MY TREE ON FIRE! WHY IS MY TREE ON FIRE?!”
“Shit!” you muttered as you raced for the hose. You apologized profusely as you sprayed the water over Agnes’ tree and the fire itself, extinguishing everything until it was a smoldering mess. The boys muttered to themselves the entire time, watching wide eyed as you scrambled to put out the fire and Agnes leaned out her bedroom window in her nightgown to yell at you about trying to kill her.
“Does this fall under the ‘don’t tell mom’ category?” Billy asked not-so-innocently.
“Breathe a word of this to your mother and I drain the pool.”
******
Wanda returned from her shift around 11:30. The boys were already asleep and you were on the couch with another beer trying to figure out how to keep Wanda from learning about your near-disaster with the bonfire. It felt like the future of your relationship rested on how well Billy and Tommy could keep their mouths shut.
“Hey,” Wanda called softly as you heard her bag thud to the floor. “How’d it go with the boys?”
“Oh you know,” you replied. “They kept trying to drown each other in the pool and then when I got in they tried to drown me.”
“And everyone tells me boys are easier than girls,” Wanda sighed. “Or at least that’s what Agnes tells me. She tells me a lot of things, you know.”
“Oh?” Shit. She knew. “Like what?”
“Like how you practically blew up the neighborhood a few hours ago.” Wanda stood in front of you, her arms crossed as she glared down at you.
“Okay she’s exaggerating. It wasn’t the whole neighborhood, it was just the backyard.” That wasn’t making things any better. Wanda continued glaring at you. You couldn’t tell whether she was going to murder you in your sleep or do it right there.
“It’s a good thing I love you, mister, or you’d be sleeping on the couch for a month,” she scolded as she shook her head. You gulped as a wave of relief flooded over your body. “Now how’s the water?”
“What?”
“The water. In the pool. How is it?”
“Uhh fine, good. Refreshing? Wanda-”
“Come on,” she said, extending her hand. “Let’s go for a swim.”
“Now?! Wanda, it’s almost midnight!”
“And?” she replied as she pulled her t-shirt off.
“You brought your swimsuit to work?” you asked, casually pointing at her burnt orange bikini top. “You brought a bikini to work?” You were practically drooling as Wanda undid the buttons on her jean shorts, sliding them down her legs and kicking them in your direction. All she did was smirk. “Goddamn, woman.”
“Go get yours on and meet me outside.” She turned on her heel and walked toward the backyard, her bikini bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination.
You raced upstairs for your swim trunks, the other pair you knew Wanda would love. There was no way you’d wear these ones around the boys for obvious reasons, but around your lover? Without a second thought. The bright red, three inch, leave nothing to the imagination shorts were packed deep in the depths of your underwear drawer. You pulled them out, quickly exchanging your gym shorts for the trunks before dashing back downstairs.
Wanda was already in the pool by the time you got outside. In the pale moonlight, your girlfriend was ethereal. The light reflected off her pale skin, dancing on the soft ripples of water. She was sitting in your donut floaty. Her head rested on the plastic frosting and her eyes were closed in a state of relaxation. Her feet kicked lazily in the cool water, beads of water rolling down her legs as she let the stress of her unexpected shift melt off her. She looked absolutely at peace.
Yeah, we’re gonna fix that, you thought as you walked over to the pool. Taking great care, you climbed the ladder as quietly as you could and entered the water with the utmost stillness you could muster. You shivered as the water creeped up your legs and over your waist as you crouched down. The pool wasn’t too big so you didn’t have far to swim. As soon as you were underneath Wanda, you pushed against the bottom of the pool and upward, completely tossing her off the floaty and into the water.
Wanda screeched as she felt herself fly off the floaty and into the water. She kicked and sputtered as she came up for air. You, on the other hand, were doubled over in laughter.
“What the HELL, Y/N?!” Wanda shouted as you continued laughing.
“Sorry, sorry,” you apologized between laughs. Wanda looked absolutely furious as she cocked her head at you, pushing a wet strand of hair out of her face.
“Fine. If that’s how you want it.” With that, Wanda began wading over toward you with a devilish look in her eyes.
“Wanda, what are-?” Before you could finish your thought, your girlfriend wrapped you in her strong arms and practically body slammed you underwater. The waves crashed over you again and again before settling. “Not fair!” you sputtered, coughing up the water you were currently choking on.
“You started it!” Wanda reminded you.
“You’re insufferable.”
“And your dick looks huge in those trunks,” she smirked, glancing down at the shorts that had practically molded themselves to your body.
“Didn’t think I needed the trunks for that statement to be true, Wands,” you replied cheekily.
“Oh you don’t. I’m just admiring the presentation, that’s all.” Wanda waded toward you as she continued to eye your bulge. “And you’ve even got it wrapped up in a nice bow. How thoughtful.”
“Here? Right now?” Your heart caught in your throat as she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of your shorts.
“Weren’t you the one who suggested we go skinny dipping earlier?”
“Come on babe, I was just joking.”
“I know,” Wanda chuckled as she tugged your waistband toward her. “I’m just teasing. But I think you could stand to loosen up a little.”
“I…you’re not wrong there.” You shook your head as you laughed at her.
“The boys asleep?” she asked, glancing up toward their room. You nodded, noticing the lack of light coming from the room. “Basement?”
“Works for me,” you shrugged. You yelped as Wanda snapped your waistband back against you.
“Come on, tiger. I don’t wanna wait much longer.”
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Heaven Itself Part 2 | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: The direct sequel AND filthier Stripper MILF Wanda fic y’all wanted, too. Enjoy!
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), language
Word Count: 1.9K
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You had no idea what sort of ideas Wanda had in mind when she left for work with that little teaser, but you definitely weren’t expecting her to pull a harness out of her dresser. Wanda wasn’t the dominating type at all. She’d never expressed any interest in doing anything besides being fucked by you. Sure, you helped her come out of her sexual shell a bit and she’d help you experiment with a couple different plugs, but neither of you had a conversation about her actually pegging you. So with a quick conversation about safe words and an absurd amount of lube, Wanda eagerly inserted the length of the bright red dildo inside you.
“Oh fuck, Wanda,” you moaned.
“Yeah you like that, sweetheart?” She smirked as you let out a groan in reply. It was the only sort of response you could muster as she slammed her hips into your ass.
Your moans reverberated off the bedroom walls as Wanda continued to stretch your tight hole with every thrust. While she was a little tentative, there was no way you’d be able to tell through the cocky demeanor she quickly adopted. It was like she’d flipped a switch on her personality completely: the soft, loving woman who loved nothing more than being fucked by you was now topping you with ease. She salivated at the sight of the red cock disappearing inside you with every thrust of her hips. While she couldn’t feel it herself, she bit her lip to stifle her own groans as wetness pooled between her legs.
“Look at how well you take my cock, baby. Who would’ve thought that such a big, bad man like you is really nothing more than my own little cock whore?” Wanda mocked. Her grip on your hips tightened as she quickened her pace.
“Oh god, fuck, right there mommy,” you babbled as the tip of the dildo rubbed against your prostate. Your head hit the pillow as your arms collapsed down, ecstasy overtaking your body.
Wanda’s breath hitched as you begged for her. “Mommy? I think I could get used to that.” She gave your ass a sharp smack, causing you to yelp at the sudden sting. Her nails dug into your hips as her hips continued to slam into your body. The bed shook with every hard thrust, slamming into the wall as your moans and Wanda’s grunts filled the room.
“You feel so good inside me,” you gasped. Sweat beaded on your forehead from the exertion. Without any warning, Wanda quickly pulled out, your asshole gaping at the sudden removal of the girthy toy.
“Get on your back. I want to see the look on your face when I breed you like the bitch you are,” Wanda snapped. You willingly obliged, not wanting to disobey her.
As you laid on your back, legs spread and feet on the bed, Wanda positioned herself between them. There was a devilish gleam in her eyes as she grabbed the faux cock with one hand and teased it around your puckered hole. You instinctively rocked your hips against it, desperately craving the sensation of being so full again.
“Aww, does somebody miss mommy’s cock?” Wanda teased. You had no idea where she was coming up with such dirty talk, but it made your own cock throb desperately.
“Please just fuck me,” you begged. She smirked as she abruptly shoved her entire length inside you, your back arching in response as you cried out.
“Careful what you wish for, baby,” she chided as she positioned herself on top of you. “Look at you. You’re a mess. I think you need to be fucked more often, hmm? Is that what my little whore wants?” All you could do was nod as she plowed into you. “Use your words, sweetheart: do you want me to fuck you like the cock-addicted whore you are?”
“God yes,” you moaned as you wrapped your arms and legs around Wanda, pulling her close so you could reach up and capture her lips in yours. “Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” Your clammy foreheads were pressed together, hot breath clouding each other’s faces. Wanda smiled into your lips at your words.
“Now be a good boy and cum for mommy,” she asked sweetly.
“Faster,” you whined. You threw your head back against the pillow, veins straining against the confines of your flesh as Wanda bucked her hips even faster. As you felt the coil in your belly tighten, you dug your nails into Wanda’s back. She let out a hiss at the sharp pain.
“You gonna let me cum in that ass of yours, huh? You gonna let me fill you wit-”
“Fuck!” you yelled as Wanda’s words brought you over the edge. You exploded on your stomach, hot white trails painting your torso as a deep pleasure you’d never felt before coursed through your veins. Your vision went white momentarily as your body ascended to a different dimension.
As you laid on your back unable to move from the sheer intensity of your orgasm, Wanda leaned back on her heels and pulled out enough to squeeze the fake cum out of the dildo and into your ass. You’d never been filled like that before. The sensation nearly brought you to orgasm again as your eyes rolled back in your head, hips rolling against Wanda’s cock for more stimulation.
“Goddamn, you are a sight to see right now,” Wanda giggled as she continued to fill your ass. “Now you know how I feel when you fuck your cum into me.”
“Oh lord, Wanda, I think you broke me.” Your feeble attempts at sitting up were marred by Wanda’s hand on your chest.
“You got yours, baby. Now it’s time for me to get mine.” She pulled out of you, cum dribbling down your hole, and eagerly removed the harness. “You know this is all I could think about while I was at work, fucking you with my cock and then riding your face until I cum all over your mouth. I was soaked all night, and it wasn’t just from your cum dripping down me. I had to take a break to go fuck myself. Twice.” Her body slunk up towards yours as your mouth went completely dry. Every word made your brain misfire and all you could think about was shoving your tongue as far up Wanda’s cunt as possible.
When she reached your head, Wanda turned around and lowered herself onto your mouth. You wrapped your arms around her thighs to keep her steady while she wrapped her hands around your throat. With her glistening cunt nestled right above your mouth, you immediately began lapping at her clit as she humped your mouth.
“Oh that’s it, right there baby,” she moaned as you sucked on her swollen clit. Your tongue circled and lapped at the sensitive bud, drawing louder and louder moans from the woman sitting atop your face. Her hips moved faster as she searched for more contact. You pulled on her thighs to drop her down closer to your mouth, shoving your tongue deep within her folds once you were able to. A loud cry erupted from her as she fucked herself on your tongue. “Fuck I’m close already.”
Wanda’s impending orgasm made you work harder, swirling your tongue around her walls and sucking as she humped your face desperately in search of release. A loud groan and a sudden gush of hot liquid over your chin made you feel a little cocky. As she rode through her orgasm, you clamped down on her thighs and began playing with her clit again.
“Oh god no, please baby, it’s too much.” Wanda wasn’t used to such overstimulation before. Her entire body quivered and shook as you ignored her pleas and brought her closer to another orgasm. You dug your nails into her thighs as she tried to lift herself up. Smiling as you greedily lapped at her cunt, Wanda’s hips moved more erratically as her second orgasm began to bubble up inside her. “Oh fuck it’s coming, it’s coming, I’m cumming, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum I’m-oh fuck!” Wanda chanted as the orgasm tore through her body. She groaned loudly as ecstasy surged throughout her.
As Wanda’s orgasm passed, you let go of her thighs and she promptly toppled over, unable to move.
“Are you okay?” you chuckled as you sat up.
“I think that’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she gasped, pushing a sweaty strand of blonde hair out of her face. “How about you? Are you okay?” She reached out to grab your hand that was sitting closest to her.
“Yeah. That was…I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Me neither,” she giggled. “I didn’t know I liked being called mommy so much.”
“I have no idea where that came from,” you admitted.
“Probably the same place where the time I called you daddy came from.” She squeezed your hand as she gazed at you lovingly. The quiet intimacy you two shared in that moment was unlike any moment you’d ever shared before. “Now come on, mister, we’re gonna cuddle in the bath because-”
“Aftercare after sex is very important,” you droned along with her. It was an inside joke the two of you had. She’d read it on a website early on in your relationship and while you found it a bit on the nose, Wanda had never experienced anything of that nature before. She found it to be restorative, and she was so eager to be the big spoon after your intense lovemaking session.
“Yes it is.” She grabbed your hands and pulled you up. Your knees wavered as your feet hit the floor. She held your hands tighter as she walked you to the bathroom.
“Y’know, I’m really glad the boys are at their father’s house this weekend,” you told Wanda as she started drawing the bath. “I like when we can have loud, raucous sex instead of worrying about being too loud or the bed shaking or them accidentally walking in.”
“Oh absolutely,” she responded as she poured her favorite bubble bath into the tub. “But on the other hand, I like how creative we get when they are around. I think my favorite was the time you shoved my panties into my mouth,” she said, blushing at the thought of the filthy act. You smiled as you remembered the night in question. “Come on, you get in now,” she said as she got in the tub and leaned up against the back of it. You carefully got in and sat down, nestling yourself down between her legs and leaning your back fully against her chest.
The water gushed from the spout as the two of you sat in the warm, bubbly water. Wanda hugged you close to her as you rested the back of your head on her shoulder. You sighed, relishing in the feeling of being held tight by your lover.
“Did you really mean all those things you said earlier?” Wanda asked.
“About you?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Every word, darling.”
Wanda leaned forward, resting her head on your back as she wrapped her arms even tighter around you. “I love you so much, Y/N.”
You smiled as you clasped your arms on top of hers. “I love you too.”
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Remember | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: After an accident leaves you without your memories, your wife makes it her mission to make you remember her
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Angst, car accident, mentions of injuries
Word Count: 2.4K
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A/N: This was a request from @Joewatt111 on Wattpad. Enjoy!
It had been six weeks since the accident. You were out of the hospital by now, back at home with Wanda taking care of you. Physically, you were okay. A couple of bruised ribs and a black eye were the worst of your external injuries. But mentally, you were in rough shape. You’d developed post-traumatic amnesia from the concussion you sustained as your head smacked the steering wheel of the car. You woke up in the hospital three days later, able to tell the nurse what year it was but unable to recognize your wife of three years.
Wanda was devastated. She’d spent three whole days and nights by your side in the ICU. She held your hand, told you how all of your friends had come to visit and how she had to stop Pietro from drawing a sharpie mustache on you as you lay unconscious, read you chapters out of the book you’d been reading, and told you how much she loved you. She was thrilled when your eyes fluttered open for the first time. But that all changed when you panicked at the sight of her, screaming for the nurse to get that strange woman away from your bedside. The nurses sedated you while the neurologist brought Wanda into the hall. He’d told her that these things happen and that it’d probably take a while, but there was a good chance you’d regain most of your memories.
“And if he doesn’t?” she asked. He didn’t respond.
You were discharged 48 hours later. A kind social worker had stopped by to make sure you understood that you’d be going home with your wife, Wanda, that she wasn’t going to hurt you, and that your memories would probably come back slowly over a period of time. She also made sure that Wanda understood that this was going to be difficult for the two of you. You might not come back the same person.
“I stood up in front of our family and friends in that synagogue and promised for better or worse that I would be there for him. I will not break that promise,” she asserted as she twisted the wedding band on her finger.
But the social worker was right. Getting you home was the easy part. In the following days you weren’t yourself. You were angry, snapping at her left and right, saying things you wouldn’t have normally said in your right mind. It hurt her to hear you say such cruel things, but she refused to give up. Soon enough she decided to take matters into her own hands. You fell in love with her once. She was going to make you fall in love with her all over again.
She started small, doing simple things she knew you liked. She made your favorite foods, played your favorite radio station in the car, made the bed with your favorite sheets, hoping that something would trigger a memory.
You were sitting in the car one day, driving back from a doctor’s appointment, when you suddenly remembered…something. You sat up a little straighter and looked around, almost like a haze had cleared from your view.
“I remember this song,” you said, straining to remember what exactly you remembered about it. “This…this was…this is your song, right?” You squeezed your eyes shut as fuzzy images passed through your mind. “You sang it at a bar? And there was someone else singing - Clint, right?”
You remembered the double date you two went on with Clint and Laura right after you announced your engagement.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “We went to a karaoke bar. Clint and I got very drunk and I dragged him up to sing with me. You couldn’t stop laughing because we were so bad. And you stayed up with me while I threw up all night and you sang that song to me.” She sniffled and shook her head hoping that it would get rid of the tears forming in her eyes. She reached up to wipe them away. “Sorry,” she murmured.
You sat in silence for a while before you spoke again. “I’m trying, Wanda. I really am. I want to remember everything but…” you trailed off, unable to look at her.
“I know,” she replied. She kept a neutral face but inside her heart was breaking.
You sat in silence the rest of the drive home. Every time you turned to say something to her she looked away. The guilt was eating away at you. It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t remember, but you felt awful for the way it had hurt her. You were frustrated with yourself and you often took it out on her. She didn’t deserve that, and you figured that’s not how you used to be. Sighing, you looked out the front window as you slowly moved your hand from your lap to her hand that was resting on the shift stick. You felt her hand jump slightly as you grasped it for the first time in weeks. Neither of you looked at each other or said anything as you drove hand-in-hand the rest of the way home.
You didn’t speak Wanda for the rest of the day, opting to stay in the guest room you’d been sleeping in since your discharge. You simply didn’t know what to say to her anymore. You stayed quiet as she knocked on the door later that evening.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said. When you didn’t respond, you heard her turn and head back down the stairs. What you didn’t hear was her sobbing as she sat at the bottom of the stairs. For the first time since you’d come home she wished you hadn’t. Maybe it would’ve been easier if you simply died. That way she would know for certain that you wouldn’t be coming back.
It was nearing midnight when your grumbling stomach finally got the better of you. You tiptoed out of your room and down the stairs, not wanting to wake Wanda. The house was dark as you felt your way through the halls to the kitchen. As you made yourself a sandwich in the dark, you looked up to notice a dim light coming from the living room. You decided to investigate the mysterious light and grabbed your sandwich as you creeped down the hall.
Turning into the living room, you noticed that the TV was on. The DVD player screensaver was bouncing from corner to corner. The remote was sitting on the arm of the sofa. As you reached down to grab it, you realized that Wanda was fast asleep on the couch. She was curled up in the corner, a blanket covering her legs, as she hugged a leather-bound book in her arms. For the first time in weeks she looked peaceful. You knew that you shouldn’t go snooping, but your curiosity got the better of you. Taking great care not to wake her, you gently removed the book from her grasp. You sat on the opposite side of the couch. She stretched her legs as you sat down which caused you to freeze momentarily. In the dim light of the TV screen you opened the book: it was a scrapbook.
You leaned back on the sofa as you started to flip through the pages. Each page was covered in pictures of you and Wanda, a small caption placed underneath each photograph. They were forgotten memories of a person who no longer existed. But they intrigued you. You wanted to look at them. It was like looking at them would cause all of your forgotten memories to return. You didn’t think it would work but at that point you were willing to try anything to regain some semblance of your old life back. So you sat there and studied each and every picture.
You didn’t remember most of the events. Wanda and you all dressed up at the opening of the art exhibit she was curating. You holding a sack lunch and giving a thumbs up on your first day of grad school. Wanda digging her new garden. The two of you at the beach, at a concert with her friends from work, on top of a mountain, sitting in inner tubes at the river, proudly showing off your medals after completing the New York Marathon…You felt sad as you looked at these moments that no longer meant anything. But as you flipped through the pages, you paused as you came across a seemingly boring picture. It was Wanda. She was wearing a grey beanie and a dark blue raincoat as she sat on a grassy hill looking out over a large body of water.
Scotland. You didn’t have to look at the caption to know what that was.
“Y/N?” You jumped as you heard Wanda’s sleepy voice interrupt your thoughts. Her eyes fluttered open as she realized you were sitting on the couch. “What are you doing?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.
“What is this?” you asked her as you raised the book up to show her.
“It’s a scrapbook I made. For you. I was hoping that it might help you remember something,” she answered. She pushed herself up so that she was sitting. “I don’t know, maybe it helps me to think that it might help you, maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”
“Scotland,” you said.
“What?”
“You always wanted to go to Scotland. So I surprised you for your birthday by booking us a trip for two weeks.” You pointed at the picture of her in the book. “I took this when you weren’t looking. You told me you were going to sit there until you saw the Loch Ness Monster, but it started to rain and you didn’t want to get wet.”
“You remember?” Wanda gasped.
You nodded. “I remember that. I tried to remember everything else but I can’t. I’m sorry.” You looked down at the book, too ashamed to look her in the eye.
“Hey, look at me, Y/N” she coaxed, bringing her hands to your face. She turned your head to look at her. You didn’t have much of a choice. “You remembered.” She leaned in slightly, but hesitated. You hadn’t kissed her in weeks and she didn’t want to push you. “Sorry,” she apologized sheepishly as she pulled away.
You knew what she had wanted to do. Truth be told you wished that she had done it. You wanted to kiss her but you didn’t know how to tell her. You hadn’t known if she even wanted to be intimate with you, especially after the way you’d treated her. “Wanda,” you said. She turned to look at you. You could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. You placed the opened book on the coffee table and crawled over to her side of the sofa. She was pressed against the armrest as you brought your face directly in front of hers. You could hear her breathing, how shaky it sounded in the silence of the night. “Can I kiss you?” you whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed.
You pushed yourself to your knees on the couch as she stared at you, her eyes reflecting the glow of the screen. Placing your hands on her face, you tentatively leaned in and shut your eyes as you pressed your lips against hers. Her hands reached up to grab your wrists as she melted into your touch. The kiss was soft and gentle. You moved your lips against hers as she did the same. A soft moan escaped her lips as you lightly nibbled her bottom lip. You broke the kiss, pulling back to see her smiling up at you.’’
“I missed that,” you admitted, smiling down at her as you brushed a strand of her hair behind her hair.
“Me too.” She was still holding on to your wrists. “I’m not giving up on you, shefela.”
“You used to call me that when we first started dating.” Wanda nodded. “I’m trying,” you whispered. “I’m trying to fall in love with you again. Because I want to. I want more books full of pictures of new memories, memories that I remember. And I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you. I don’t think I would’ve said those things before.”
“I forgive you,” Wanda said as she reached her hands up to grasp your head. “And I’m not going anywhere. I fell in love with you once, I’ll do it all over again. Not everyone gets this chance, Y/N,” she sniffled. You sat there for a moment as she held you.
“What were you watching?” you asked, motioning your head to the TV.
Wanda smiled. “Do you wanna watch?”
“Sure.”
She grabbed the remote from the arm of the sofa and hit play. The screen flickered to life as your face appeared on the screen. You were standing on the side of a river, skipping rocks and looking over at the camera after each throw and yelling to Wanda behind the camera.
“It’s the video we made of our honeymoon,” she explained.
“Maine. We went to Bar Harbor.” The words slipped out of your mouth as visions of the salty coast crashed through your mind.
“Mmhmm. One week. We made this video and said we would watch it for our fiftieth anniversary, but I hoped that it’d help you remember.”
You were watching yourself set up your camera to take a picture of the two of you, but you couldn’t stop giggling long enough to get a good one. You smiled as you watched yourself grab Wanda from behind and lift her in the air while she screamed at you to put her down. As you continued watching, you started to lower yourself down to rest your head in Wanda’s lap. She kicked the blanket off her legs and pulled it up over the two of you. The movie played on and you sat there cuddling for the first time in forever as she ran her fingers through your hair. You didn’t remember much more as you watched that evening, but something told the two of you that things were going to turn out alright in the end.
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