She packed today, just for you. It's your favorite strap, but you don't know that yet. All you know is that the second your girlfriend walked through the door, you spotted the bulge in her pants, and your brain instantly went fuzzy.
So here you are, mindlessly grinding on her lap as she does your makeup, her fingers gripping your jaw as she tells you to be still for the seventh time.
"Do you want something?" She finally asks, in that faux innocent voice of hers, her head tilting in that way you love.
"Wanda please don't tease," you whimper, feeling your own arousal smearing in your pants. "Please fuck me."
"Right to the point, hm?" Wanda smirks. "I have a better idea."
She sets the makeup aside, scooting her chair away from the desk. Her hands gently push at your shoulders until you're off her lap. When you don't move, just standing there with a dazed, confused expression, she points to the floor. Her fingers slowly unzip her pants, pulling out the dark red strap.
"Why don't you suck it first, hm? Get it all nice and ready for that eager pussy of yours. On your knees, pet."
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Thinking about subby emo!Wanda with a size kink. Practically begging you to fuck her with the biggest strap you own, crying out in as you stretch her out beyond anything she's ever felt. It burns as you enter her, despite the copious amount of lube coating the silicone and the flood of wetness between her thighs. She cries out with every thrust as you slowly but surely work your way further inside her, both of you groaning when you finally bottom out. Tears prick at the corner of her eyes and you start to worry, thinking it's too much, but then Wanda moans in pleasure, begging you to start moving.
She feels you for days afterward, the burn a constant reminder of your claim on her. And she loves it.
Pairing : emo!wanda x avenger!reader
Word Count : 2.3K.
Summary : You'd been off on a mission, Wanda missed you quite a bit. She decided to wear your hoodie, it took a turn of events when you saw her. This happens often when she wears your hoodie.
Content Warning : masturbation (W), fingering, facesitting, strap-on. transgender ftm reader. possessiveness, lots of smut and a lot more fluff. R has a boycunt. switch W & R.
A/N : this was inspired by Carter's post here! p.s. this is my first time actually writing smut, i apologize if it sucks.
Baking cookies had always been fun, and you decided to try making some yourself to surprise your girlfriend. She often made you baked goods, so returning the favor seemed nice. However, you ended up getting flour, eggs, and chocolate chips everywhereâon the counter, on your hands, and even on your face from rubbing your cheek. When Wanda walked into the common area and turned toward the kitchen, she burst into laughter, and you pouted in response. âHey! Iâm doing my best to bake!â you huff, crossing your arms. When you turn your head, you find her wearing your hoodie. She looks so beautiful. âMhmm, youâre doing amazing, baby. Want me to help? Come on, let me assist you.â Her soft-spoken voice makes your heart flutter even more. She steps into the kitchen and approaches you first. Wanda gently wipes the flour smeared on your face. âWhy are we making cookies?â she asks. You blush softly and reply, âFor youâŠ" Wandaâs smirk widens at that. "Such a sweet boy, arenât you?â she says, pecking your lips.
Wanda takes over from there. Youâre not the worst at baking and cooking, but you can be a bit clumsy, often managing to hurt yourself in minor ways. To Wanda, though, these minor injuries seem like the worst everâprobably because she loves you and tends to exaggerate a bit.
Watching her move around the kitchen in your hoodie makes it hard to concentrate. The fabric swallows her body, reaching down to her thighs and covering most of her. She has to roll up the sleeves just right to keep them from falling down as she rolls the dough into balls and places them meticulously on the pan.
âPretty boy, is the oven preheated?â Wanda asks, snapping you out of your daze.
âUhhâŠâ You turn to the oven and breathe a sigh of relief. âYep!â Preheating the oven is something you often forget.
Itâs such a forgettable task. Thankfully, you didnât forget this time; she wouldâve scolded you, saying something about how youâre so forgetful. How could you not be? Sheâs your girlfriend. And sheâs very distracting, to say the least.
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A few weeks later:
Exhaustion washes over you in waves. It began as a mild fatigue, a product of a long mission that left you feeling gritty and in desperate need of a shower. As you made your way back to the Tower, Sam's voice filled the silence, but you couldn't muster the energy to engage. It wasnât that you didnât want to listenâperhaps you just didnât have it in you.
At last, you reached the Avengers Tower, dragging your feet as you stepped into the elevator, each floor feeling like a small eternity. When you finally arrived at your room, you paused, hearing soft sounds that were almost⊠moans? Your heart raced. Was Wanda in your room? Tentatively, you pushed the door open.
What you saw made your cheeks flush a deep pink.
Wanda lay stretched out on your bed, wearing your baggy hoodie that draped over her frame. Her hand rested between her thighs, revealing she wasnât wearing shorts. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged, and her cheeks were flushed with effort.
âWhat a sight,â you whispered, quickly shutting and locking the door behind you. She jumped slightly at your voice, then flashed a playful smirk.
âHey, baby⊠care to join?â she invited, her voice carrying a tantalizing, breathy quality.
You nodded, eagerly approaching the bed. As soon as you lay flat, Wanda straddled your head, her breath quick with anticipation. âOh!â she gasped as your lips pressed a gentle kiss to her slightly swollen clit.
Without hesitation, you parted her thighs, fingers pressing into her skin as your tongue traced broad, tantalizing strokes along her slit. You teased her for a moment before she grabbed your hair, pulling you closer. With a low laugh, you plunged your tongue deep inside her, then wrapped your lips around her sensitive clit and suckled gently.
âF-fuck, just like that, baby,â she moaned, her eyes half-closed as she rocked her hips against your face, lost in sensation.
The hoodie hung loosely over her body, prompting you to keep lifting it. Instead, you slipped your hands under the fabric, gently cupping her breasts. With soft pinches, twists, and circles, you teased Wandaâs nipples, heightening the moment and creating an intimate atmosphere. The air seemed charged with an electric connection.
Wanda was on the brink, tension coiling in her stomach. Her grip tightened on your hair. âMhmm, keep going. Donât stop, please, oh!â
Her eyes rolled back slightly as waves of pleasure surged through her. You continued your attentions until, overwhelmed, she rolled off and lay beside you, breathless.
âThank you for that, my sweet boy,â she murmured, her voice full of gratitude. You beamed, warmth spreading through your chest at the praise. âAnything for my lovely girl.â Leaning in, you kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her on your lips, a reminder of the connection you shared.
Suddenly, Wanda sits up with a mischievous smirk. âIâm not going to leave you hangingâstrip,â she commands. Embarrassment floods you as you quickly remove your pants and boxers.
Bare from the waist down, you watch as Wanda spreads your legs and settles between them. âHmm, what should I do with my handsome boy? Use my fingers on his boycunt? No? What aboutâŠâ With a snap of her fingers, a strap appears attached to a harness on her hips in an instant.
âMy cock, baby?â she teases, the smirk playing on her lips. Your eyes widen as your cheeks flush even deeper. âYes⊠yes⊠yes please, Wanda,â you whisper breathily, almost losing your breath.
She starts by gently rubbing the tip of her cock against your clit, sending a light throb of pleasure through you. Your eyes flutter closed as she murmurs, âBeg. Beg for my cock.â
No sooner have her words left her lips than you snap your eyes open and protest, âIâm not gonna beg you!â You roll your eyes dramatically, which only deepens Wandaâs smile. âOh yeah? So you donât want my strap, hmm?â she teases. With a small whine of frustration, mingled with desire that makes your boypussy throb with need, you concede, âF-fine! Just⊠please fuck me. I need you, please.â
Slowly, she guides the strap to your entrance, taking her time as she thrusts into you. Your cunt grips the toy like a vice during those slow, gentle, and sweet thrustsâthe hallmark of Wandaâs tender touch. That is until she hears your adorable moans. âPlease⊠please, Wands,â you cry out, your body trembling with pleasure.
âHarder,â you groan, a sound that delights her. âFaster!â you add, and Wanda obliges, increasing the pace as she thrusts into your velvety boypussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the surrounding walls, and your moans swell in tandem with the deep pleasure you feel.
Wandaâs fingers dig into your hips, pulling you even closer while her silicone cock shifts deeper inside, drawing a choked sob from you. The overwhelming sensation builds a tight coil in your stomach as your orgasm approaches. âGonnaâŠâ your voice trails off into another moan.
âAre you gonna cum, baby?â she coaxes softly, moving her right hand in a slow circle over your clit while her other hand caresses your cheek. Pressing a warm kiss to your lips, she whispers, âCum for me, my love.â She continues her steady rhythm until youâre falling apart around the strap.
Your body tenses, arching back as waves of orgasmic pleasure consume you. Wanda doesnât stop her thrusting until she senses that the pulsing in your clit has finally subsided. Gently, she withdraws the strap and sets it aside for later. âYou okay?â she asks, tenderly stroking your cheek.
âMhmm,â you murmur noncommittally, nestling close as she wraps an arm around you. In that intimate moment, itâs clearâyou are the cutest boyfriend in the world, and Wanda is utterly in love with you.
About thirty minutes have gone by when Wanda started coaxing you to stand and go towards the bathroom. You both very much needed a shower. You were still somewhat grimy from the mission you had recently come back from, but you and Wanda couldnât resist having a little of fun before showering.
The shower was quick and painless. A few more orgasms were shared between you two.
Once youâre out, you realize the tape youâve been binding with is starting to lift. âHey baby?â you call softly, Wanda turns to you. Already half dressed.
âCan you help me re-apply my tape?â your question makes Wanda smile, she loves that you trust her like this. âOf course, my baby! Come come, letâs get this off you.â
She uses this oil that was made for peeling off trans-tape. Once the old tape is off, she helps you gently clean off the remaining adhesive. âThere we go⊠now for the new tape.â
Wanda goes into the cabinet. Grabbing the small box of tape. She cuts three small pieces and three slightly larger ones. Peeling the back of one piece, she starts helping you apply the binding tape to your chest.
Once fully applied, Wanda kisses your bare sternum. You look down at her, pupils dilated. God, youâre so in love with this woman. She cares for you in ways you never believed anyone ever would.
âI love you,â you murmur. Her smile brightens. Wanda straightens her body and kisses you on the lips. âI love you more, my cutie.â
At the cafe, the air was thick with the smell of espresso and sugar, a hum of quiet chatter in the background. You let Wanda alone for only a moment, leaving her at a small table near the window as you went to retrieve your drinks. In the brief seconds that you were gone, a stranger approached her, the personâs shoes softly scraping against the tiles. With a wide smile, they said, âHey, I like your hoodie.â Your heart sank, a grimace pressing across your face as you watched from the sidelines, curious and slightly irritated to see how Wanda would handle this unexpected situation.
âOh? Oh, thanks. I guess.â Wandaâs response was casual, a certain ambivalence in her shrug. She was fully aware that it was your hoodie and not her own, but that was besides the point. A compliment was still a compliment.
The personâs smile grew even wider as if encouraged. âOf course! Whatâs your name? Youâre quite a pretty lady,â they said, leaning in slightly. The words nudged a sharp annoyance into your chest. Wanda was indeed stunning, beautiful in every way, but she was with you. She was not available. She was yours.
Without hesitation, you decided to intervene. âOh baby! Hereâs your tea, just how you like it.â You announced loudly enough for the person to hear, your possessiveness sliding into your voice. You pressed a quick kiss to Wandaâs temple, savoring the fading of the intruder's smile. Realization washed over the personâs face. They clearly hadnât recognized that your relationship with Wanda was romantic. Until you appeared, you two seemed like nothing more than friends to them.
âThanks, handsome! Sorry, I didnât get your nameâŠâ Wanda turned back to the now-fumbling person. Who, embarrassed, waved off the question and mumbled something about needing to go order. You couldnât help but smirk.
Sitting down together in the now-relaxed space, you both chatted leisurely. About your plans, about how best to spend the rest of the day, how indecisive you both were. âSo, howâs my hoodie treating you?â An amused grin crept over your lips, feeling confident in a way you didnât around others. Watching the soft blush paint her cheeks was powerful, intoxicating. She hadnât blushed for the random person earlier, but here she was, bashful from your silly comment. âYou think Iâm hot in your hoodie, donât you?â she teased back, her tone playful.
âObviously. Itâs hot when my girlfriend whereâs my clothes.â
âYouâre annoying.â Wanda giggled, the sound light and sweet, her eyes crinkling with mirth and affection.
Your smirk softened into a look full of true adoration. âYou love me.â
Wanda nodded with playful certainty, reaching across the table to take your hand and weaving her fingers between yours. You watched her press a gentle kiss to your palm, savoring the warmth of the moment and the place. She murmured with a heartfelt and teasing tenderness, âI do. Love you, I do love you.â
There she was. Such a beautiful, intelligent, and caring girlfriend you have. Sitting there in your hoodie, looking like she had stolen the world.Â
By the time you both got home, it was dark and the world outside was quieting down. There was a stillness in the compound as Wanda immediately sank into the couch with a satisfied sigh. She was like a cat finding a perfect sunbeam. You opened the windows and settled down beside her with a blanket to watch the sky put on its own show of stars.
Neither of you were hungry yet, so you decided to wait until later to make dinner. Wanda stretched out, using your lap as a pillow, and you idly played with her hair while talking about everything and nothing.
The night ends perfectly. With you and Wanda wrapped up with each other.
Before you started dating, Emo!Wanda would rarely come out of her room, choosing to be alone. Now, she rarely ever leaves your side. She even occasionally joins in for group movie night, because youâll be there with her. Although she enjoys television more, she loves watching movies alone with you, especially when you choose. You tend to ramble about the characters, plot, making of the movie, etc., which makes her laugh. She loves listening to you talk about your interests. Â
Sometimes when you are away on a mission, Emo!Wanda will take a hoodie from your room and wear it to feel close to you. A handful of times, she has gone to your room and sprayed your cologne on a sweatshirt so when she wears it, it smells like you. They hang off of her, sleeves too long and shirt baggy, but she doesnât care.Â
Emo!Wanda was never one for physical touch until you. When lying in bed or sitting together, she often has to be touching you in some way. It is calming to her and makes her feel grounded. She often runs her fingers through your hair, dragging her nails along your scalp. She loves to mess up your hair and watch you blush when she calls you handsome.
Emo!Wanda pokes fun at you for the fact you canât cook, and insists you let her teach you. However, she secretly wouldnât mind if you didnât learn how, as she loves to cook for you. Once she learned about your food allergies, she made sure she always had the proper supplies so she could make you food and modify her Sokovian dishes.Â
Emo!Wanda likes to refer to you as her partner when in public. Sometimes when sheâs in a playful mood she will call you âboyfriendâ because she knows you secretly love it.
imagine if innocent!reader tries to prove to their friends that they arenât soft so they dare her to go buy weed from emo!wanda and knowing emo!wanda she uses readerâs innocent, telling them that they need to show their tits in order to get weed and reader does.
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Wanda burns a CD of her favorite songs to share with you, and you've made an iPod Playlist for her on your iPod nano.
You two didn't plan it at all, but end up handing each other your gifts at the same time making each other flustered at the gesture and end up spending time in one of your rooms together listening to each other's Playlists!! Just lay on the bed next to each other, and slowly, your hands brush up against each other's and Wanda is really shy about it, but you end up intertwining your fingers and smile at her as you each listen with your headphones on.
wanda being all perfectly innocent, and getting these.....urges. evertime the stranger visits her, "innocently" touches her here and there, she gets all tingle between her thighs.
this one time she's sitting on r's lap, straddling the devil, r is just gazing into her eyes with their hands on her thighs, when she starts getting all "tingly" again.
wanda starts moving back and forth, rubbing her cunt on the bulge underneath her.
she releases such sweet little moans as she starts feeling more and more wet and sticky.
she's just chasing her unknown high, completely devoted to the heaven she feels in her core.
r enjoying this all too much, hellbent on corrupting this near angelic being, bringing out her dark desires, ruining her.
wanda's frustration starts boiling as the tension in her cunt doesn't go away.
our devil very kindly offers to give her a special kiss, to make the tingles go away.
some other hcs I'd like to write some other time lol:
sub!milf!wanda x carpenter!reader
sub!milf!wanda x personal trainer!reader
sub!milf!wanda x babysitter!reader
sub!milf!wanda x step sibiling!reader
emo!wanda x stalker!reader
emo!wanda x step sibling!reader
mean girl! wanda x nerd!reader
mean girl!wanda x professor!reader
please send me asks about any of these hcs, I would LOVE to talk endlessly about them <3