#maximotts

Wanda giggled, barely getting the question out before you were on her again, covering her cheeks in quick, scattered kisses. She could feel your lipstick leaving smudges on her skin, warm and waxy red smudges she was much more used to leaving on you than receiving.

She'd pushed at your shoulders too lightly for it to really move you, the action futile considering how you'd caged her under you on the sofa just moments after you'd stumbled through Wanda's front door. "You're right here in kissing range so..."

The reasoning was silly, but Wanda couldn't expect much else after a night you'd spent out drinking with your friends. You'd invited her along, but Wanda had the twins this weekend so she declined, spending her night trying to forget how badly she hoped you'd come over whenever you were ready to leave.

Unfortunately you'd caught her on the couch waiting up for you, red robe wrapped around her freshly showered form— so much for coming off as nonchalant about the possibility of seeing you, more so having you end your night with her, in a house she'd like you to consider your home too.

Wanda smelled the alcohol on your breath even as your lips trailed down to her neck; whatever you'd drunk all night must've been sweet, a faint fruity scent accompanying the liquor- cute. "Were you a good girl tonight?"

The question caught you off guard, her firm hand catching your jaw and forcing your confused gaze back to her face. Wanda stared you down as seriously as an over-tired and now flushed in the face woman could at two in the morning waiting for you to give her the answer she waited for.

She'd know if you lied. She always knew.

"I didn't do anything with anyone else, if that's what you're asking." Wanda moved to caress your cheek and you were quick to nuzzle into her hand, her warm palm grounding your hazy focus. Arms weakening, you settled your weight between her legs and the rough denim scratching along your inner thighs sent a shiver up her spine so suddenly, her breath caught in her throat for a minute. "Look at you... you're so pretty, mommy."

"Shhh, honey, the boys are sleeping." Sweet as the rambly compliment was, your volume control wasn't proving to be great while drunk.

The gentle reminder left you pouting, nosing at the base of her throat apologetically. "I'll be quiet! Let me kiss you more? Preferably all over? Just for a little bit, then bedtime."

"Alright okay! So eager..." Wanda couldn't help but laugh as your attention turned to her sternum, fumbling hands already struggling with the knot of her robe, appreciating not only your adoration, but your blunt honesty.

“Are you going to send me home now?” 

Wanda knew the time of day; she grew to despise sunsets whenever she was with you. Since that first night outside, you’d been a bit more lenient, letting her stay and snooze for a while before you personally escorted her as far as you could to the boundary without detection. Sometimes if she protested enough you gave in and settled in for another night under the stars.

Those nights where she laid against your warm figure, snuggled into your chest with your arms covering her own, were her favorite. Nothing compared to the slow rhythm of your heartbeat as she fell asleep. You’d never said it aloud, but you loved holding Wanda at night too, knowing she was safe and sound and cared for. Even so, it was still outside and the longer the two of you spent together in the open, the more you risked being seen by another angel or worse, some ravenous night creature. “Do you want to go home?”

You were playing with her hair when she whipped around, shaking her head so violently you were shocked it didn’t fall off her shoulders. “You already know the answer to that question.”

Wanda hadn’t realized how lonely she was until you came along; now she knew that even her “friends” weren’t really that and with her family long gone, Wanda’s apartment always felt like it was missing something. She would love to bring you over, make you dinner, really do anything with you, but there was no way you could come close to her building. You never let her think about visiting yours; Wanda could go, but she’d be a target for sure. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to protect her from that danger, but it was a situation you’d rather keep clear of.

“Hmm…” It had taken what you charted as a few months to find the perfect solution. Something quiet, out of the way, but not difficult for either of you to get to. The hardest part was keeping it a secret; each milestone you passed working on your surprise, you wanted to come clean. Especially when Wanda gave you the saddest puppy eyes every night you stayed firm and told her to go home. She looked so dejected whenever she couldn’t convince you and it was those times you made sure to send her an extra heart or two in a text. 

Only to placate her, nothing else. 

Now that your surprise was done, it was only a matter of time before you could finally share… you just hoped Wanda appreciated it. “I have something for you. Would you like to see it?” 

She ignored the apparent change of subject in favor of whatever it was you had for her; maybe you wouldn’t make her beg to stay tonight. “Stop asking me stupid questions, of course, I want to see!” Wanda held out her hands eagerly, sadness forgotten while she awaited her gift. She was so excited, you almost hated that your surprise was a bit of a walk away. To you, it was worth the wait.

You got to your feet and helped Wanda to hers, dusting her off as if you’d accidently dropped your favorite toy in the dirt. “Come with me, I swear you’ll like it.” Wanda waved away her confusion when she noticed you were walking the opposite way of the heavens; she had never walked this far away before, she’d never had the need to. 

Everything she knew was right where she always was. You were the one thing she couldn’t have how she was now and that’s what powered her forwards, a deep desire to change into whatever it was that would let her stay by your side.

Wanda was too lost in her thoughts to remember how long they’d walked, but the sun had almost fully set by the time they got to your destination. Hidden behind a small collection of trees and bushes, you pushed open the short metal gate you’d fixed up just that morning as a finishing touch and stepped aside for Wanda to see what you’d been so eager to show off.

The small house was cute, nothing like she’d ever think you’d pay attention to, much more… for her? No, you hadn’t done this for her, just for the convenience, if this was even what you were trying to show her. Wanda hated thinking that you might be pulling some prank, taking her to some sweet cottage just to laugh at the hope that it’d been put together for her. “This… is it?” 

“So you can stop bugging me to stay, yes.” And so hopefully she’d choose to stay longer. 

“You’re always going on about wanting to do stuff together and this way, we can. When you want… no pressure..” As you watched Wanda’s shocked expression, fixed on the house, you realized this might have looked too forward. It wasn’t like you were asking her to move in. You both still had your own spaces, you could just… be with each other more. 

Wanda was fun to be around.

“You bought this…? For us?” Wanda finally looked at you, eyes filled to the brim with tears you couldn’t tell were happy or sad yet. Those ambiguous tears scared you; she was so emotional and you were the opposite. As fun as it was to overwhelm her, it was never your goal to do so in a truly negative way.

“Bought is a strong word. I’d put it more as ‘no one was using the space and I see it every day so I just… took it.’ Now, it’s mine.” There were no rules against stealing or squatting as a demon, but from the dirt and grime you’d had to scrub from this house top to bottom, no one would be coming after you to claim the property. The longer Wanda stayed silent, the more your uncertainty grew. Maybe this was too much. Of course it was too much; you’d gotten a house for the girl you had a weird, sadistic crush on. “You don’t have to go in. I’d completely understand if you’re uncomfort-”

“I love it.” She spoke matter-of-factly, walking to the front door without another word. Wanda always wanted a house, but never saw the point in it; what’s the use in a house with no one to share it with? But you’d unknowingly given her a dream she’d long given up on and no matter what the reason, her heart currently felt so fully she could burst. Wanda walked through the rooms excitedly, checking each to discover what they held and as you followed her through the house, you’d never been more grateful to have taken time to clean and furnish the place. She lingered in the kitchen, gushing over the thought of making you breakfasts— you weren’t one to eat much, but if she was that set on it, you’d oblige.

The bedroom was Wanda’s favorite on sight; it was cozy and warm as soon as she stepped past the threshold and she already couldn’t wait to lay down on the bed for a proper sleep. You stood in the doorway, watching her flit about from one corner to another, admiring each new thing she discovered. Wanda was the definition of a pretty sight; you could look at her forever.

When she acknowledged your presence again, it was with clear joy, rushing over to crash into you, bombarding you with a kiss to every part of your face she could reach. “You are the sweetest, you know that? I can’t believe you did all of this!” 

She was as giddy as a schoolgirl with how she was smothering you with affection and you let some emotion spring to the surface, returning her love with a few kisses to her happy cheeks; she was too precious not too. “Only so I don’t have to feel bad making you go home. You don’t make saying no to you very easy.”

Wanda grinned, grabbing your hand in both of hers. One look at the nervous shift in your eyes and she saw right through you. “Awww, you don’t like me leaving either.” 

“Just because you’re here sometimes doesn’t mean I’ll go soft on you. It’s still late and you should be in bed.” You ignored Wanda’s confused groan, ushering her over to the closet across the room. In bed, yes, but sleeping was the last thing on your mind.

“That’s not fair, I never go to bed this early.” Wanda protested, choosing to ignore the yawn that followed. Now that she had the space to spend as much time with you as she could, Wanda wanted to stay up forever, even if it was only to look at you.

“My house, my rules, angel.” That was a line you’d fully cash in on starting today.

Currently this was your favorite part of the house— a set of outfits you’d picked out just for Wanda. You told yourself it was because it’d look weird for her to be constantly carrying clothes back and forth, but really you were way too excitedly buying clothes on the internet for her to ever use that excuse. “You’re being silly…I can’t pick.”

You were already tying her hair back, undoing the zipper that held her dress together at the sides. There were a great many instances you’d dreamt of having her truly all to herself like this; you wanted the first time to be special. The soft drop of fabric never came, Wanda choosing to hold it to her body in a telltale moment of shyness. Still, she backed into you and you hoped you could still see your plan through. “I’ll choose for you. I can dress you up all pretty and then we can do whatever you want.  How’s that?”

“Only if it’s anything I want…” Wanda mumbled, stepping forward just enough where you thought she was going to rush into the bathroom. She surprised you when she stopped at the mirror next to the wooden wardrobe and finally let her dress fall, leaving her in her typical white undergarments. What she wore looked nothing like the things you’d filled the closet with, but you’d never mentioned having a problem with it. Wanda didn’t see the point in redressing really, but she stayed still as you unfastened her bra and didn’t protest when you had her stepping out of her underwear. 

Leaving her only for a few seconds, you snatched the short piece of chosen lingerie from the hanger before hurrying back to Wanda and guiding her arms above her head. You noticed her shiver, the house not having heated up fully yet, and while you were eager to see what she looked like in the silk teddy, you could never resist a chance to play with her. “I’m sorry you’re cold. We’ll fix you right up after I’m through, promise.” Wanda nodded, completely unaware how exactly you planned to warm her past the warm cuddles she loved so much. 

Mindful of her wings, the dress slid over her head easily, soft fabric brushing her goosebumped skin and providing no warmth, but she saw how you stared at her now —a dark look Wanda only caught every once in a while— and she couldn’t help but feel that little flutter deep in her belly. “Do I look okay?”

“Oh darling, you look much more than okay. I just forgot one thing, stay right there.” When you’d first bought it a few weeks ago, you were unsure if you’d ever use it, but seeing Wanda now standing in the clothes you’d bought for her, in the private place you’d set up for just them, you knew this would be a perfect time to introduce something else new to Wanda. 

It wasn’t a big object, Wanda barely saw what you had in your hand before you were right in front of her again. Even then, she couldn’t make sense of the thin straps hanging from the small silicone piece in your hand besides noting it was shaped like a butterfly. It didn’t look like it should function as anything, but once you were guiding her legs through the loops and letting the main part rest against her mound, she had questions. 

“Is this part of the dress?” Surely it couldn’t be; what was the point of having something decorative under lingerie? Wanda was already certain this wasn’t the type outfit you’d let her outside in anyways. 

“It’s a special toy just for you,” Wanda had to turn her head when you knelt before her, kissing the tops of her thighs while you adjusted the new addition until it nestled right against her sex. A strong hand gripped her leg to settle her squirming, letting your lips trail over the junction of her hips, “You’ve been so agreeable and I’ve been waiting to spoil you just a little.” 

Since day one, Wanda had been warned away from indulgence of any kind— she’d never been great at obeying that rule. Maybe not fully spoiled, but well sheltered, Wanda couldn’t see too much harm in letting you take care of her. She liked the attention, loved it even, and the more things she tried for you meant more time spent together and she’d never say no to that. Being here in this space meant she didn’t have to worry about going home to her empty apartment tonight at least and she hoped that maybe, just maybe, if she continued being good you’d let her stay longer than one night. 

“Can it be my turn now?” Her hopeful question met confused ears, having completely forgotten you’d promised to let her decide how you spent the rest of the night. You cracked a smile before Wanda could ask again, standing and slipping the tiny remote she hadn’t yet spotted into your back pocket. She shifted in place just enough to be noticeable, still worried that you might go back on your promise. 

But you’d let her have her fun. Whatever it was, you’d already ensured you’d be having yours at some point as well. “So eager… Did you already have something in mind?” 

Her quick nod confirmed it, face lifting in excitement. “Okay uh… get on the bed… please!” Wanda followed her own command before you could, climbing atop the large mattress and letting it bounce as she folded her legs under her. The dress you’d picked accentuated each movement and it sat perfectly on her hips as she settled in the middle of the bed. 

A small piece of you toyed with just turning your device on now, sitting back and watching Wanda twist and writhe on the bed you’d made up just for her. She was too trusting for her own good, seemingly not a singular sense of danger in her pretty little head. With this house, you could do anything to her, an angel captive in a demon’s new dwelling… and your favorite plaything had just walked right in. Thankfully all you wanted was her and you loved her silly games and naivety— Wanda didn’t know how lucky she was you’d been the one to find her that first day. 

After kicking your shoes off, you took your place in front of her, sitting with your legs crossed and waiting for your next instruction. When none came, you knew you’d have to prompt her into her own idea. “You know you didn’t have to claim a turn just for me to sit and admire how beautiful you are.” 

Wanda blushed at that, watching your hands slide up her bare thighs slowly. She still didn’t understand the point of wearing what you’d put her in, but the one glimpse she caught of herself certainly didn’t make her displeased with her appearance. If you liked it as well, handing her compliments that she’d always seen her friends get, but never received herself, Wanda would put on whatever you chose. It fit, really, considering her game was also inspired by what she’d only observed from afar. 

At parties her friends would leave her, often with another partner, promising they’d be back, but almost never actually returning. She knew they’d picked some private room or another, and only knew parts of what they’d gotten up to by listening to them gossip in the days following. Maria was the loudest of them all, always bragging about who’d she’d kissed and how they’d behaved. Wanda didn’t understand most of it and whenever she asked for clarification, they’d laugh and tell her to grow up, but she knew enough to know their activities started with a kiss. 

That’s what she wanted. Not just one kiss, or the few stolen kisses you’d given her whenever you’d met so far. She wanted whatever her friends did; Wanda didn’t know how to ask for it, but she was sure you knew enough to catch on to what she wanted. Hopefully. “I think we should kiss now.” 

Her determined face was the only thing that held back your laughter; Wanda was serious. “We had to sit here to kiss?” You gripped her thighs just enough to pull her a tiny bit closer, just to be able to lean in and reach her lips at will. You’d done it every time you’d seen her; Wanda knew she didn’t have to do all this for a simple kiss. 

“Sometimes people kiss on beds or rooms! They’re gone for a long time and it’s… different. Show me.” Wanda leant forward now, her arms resting loosely on your shoulders. “I know you know, you said I could have anything.” The tip of her nose brushed yours before she closed the distance for a second, just to kiss your cupid’s bow. True, Wanda didn’t know what she wanted, but she trusted you not to steer her wrong. You’d promised to show her things, to make her feel ways she never thought existed. Now that you couldn’t tell her it was too late or not safe outside, it seemed like the perfect time to ask. “Please…”

“Wanda…” Suddenly the toy you picked wasn’t enough; you wanted to fuck her. Take her and give her everything she was too sweet to know yet. It’d be so easy to push her back, fill her until she was crying and shaking… but no, that was too much for her right now. You’d keep Wanda as innocent as possible until she was begging for it, but when she did, you wanted her to know exactly what she was asking for. It wouldn’t be as fun any other way. 

You’d show her exactly what she was missing and tell her all about it while you did so that when you’d finally had enough, when your patience with your game had run thin and you were ready to give Wanda what she was unknowingly asking for now, you could make her beg explicitly for what she needed.

Maybe it was torturous, but Wanda wouldn’t know any better.

“That’s not a thing good girls ask for, you know?” Pulling back left Wanda pouting, upset that it seemed as though you too were denying her. Poor thing, you couldn’t say no to her forever. “I never said I wouldn’t do it, you’re just not ready for all of that yet! Don’t you want to be a good little angel?”

“I am good!” Wanda insisted, offended that you’d ever think of her as anything else. “Please can we just kiss then? I won’t ask for anything else today.” It was a fair bargain, all things considered. You still owed her and you could show her your new toy without letting her get too carried away. 

You pretended to think it over before nodding, cupping her face in your hands. You gave her cheeks a little squish, holding her still while she wiggled happily. “Precious girl… You look so pretty, how could I not kiss you?” 

Wanda was swept away instantly, letting you take over as you laid claim to her mouth. Between kisses, you’d begun to mutter the little praises she adored— how soft her lips were, the tiny noises she made whenever you nipped at them— each word sent sparks through her system until Wanda could feel the telltale tug begin low in her belly. The urge to shut her legs was strong, but she resisted, wanting to at least look like she was more resilient to you than this.

It really was so easy to stay against her lips forever; something about Wanda tasted inherently sweet, addictive… you had to have as much as you could from her. To Wanda, kisses were mostly short things, content to press your lips together in a series of pecks. So far that’s most of what you’d given her; if it was anything more, you’d been slow and careful. When your tongue slipped past her lips, more possessive than gentle now, Wanda shied away. 

But you were quick to bring her back. “I thought you wanted to learn? Let me take care of you, just follow my lead…” 

“O-Okay…” All Wanda could do was follow, opening her mouth readily this time when your tongue asked for entry. The smooth muscle ran along the perfect row of her teeth, but this time when it disappeared, you took hers with it, sucking on her tongue until you pulled a soft whine from her throat. She didn’t hate it, not in the slightest. In fact, Wanda wanted more instantly, pushing forward now each time you tried pulling back. Finally she felt she understood what was so good about a proper set of kisses; the closeness of a partner, of you, was something she wanted forever. 

Wanda was so caught up in what you were doing to her mouth, she missed your free hand slipping away from her and into your pocket, retrieving the remote you’d tucked away easily. The first vibration caught her by surprise, low and steady, just enough to be noticeable. She wanted to ask, but you barely gave her a minute to breathe, much less get a thought out. 

You had her right where you wanted her, one possessive hand on the back of her neck and the other controlling the toy buzzing between her legs. Wanda knew it was your doing; it had to be. The first time she was thoroughly kissed set her senses alight— you always knew just what to do for her. You watched her struggle with the new sensation, hips jerking ever so slightly as Wanda fought to hold it back. “You always get so worked up over the simplest things, sweetheart… we’ve kissed so many times.” 

“Not like this,” Wanda protested, shifting her hips back until her hands planted on the mattress. She’d found that with her legs apart, the flutters grew stronger and although Wanda tried to pull it away, the toy was strapped securely around her… she couldn’t escape it. Wanda didn’t dare to think about taking the small piece off herself; she wasn’t allowed to touch, especially not when you played. Not that she wanted to. “It’s tingly again..” 

“That’s what you asked for. Why else do you think people spend so much time in those rooms, hm?” You gave her mouth a break, sloppy kisses trailing down the column of Wanda’s throat. She was still squirming, rocking against nothing, getting used to the feeling of inescapable pleasure with an accompanying chorus of stifled whimpers. “I bet your friends get touched in all sorts of naughty places and haven’t even told you. You still want to try that?”

Wanda tried to speak an agreement, but it was all just a piece of a plea, willing to agree for the benefit of the growing wetness on her sex. Any touches at all she received only deepened her need, even if right now all you did was control the devious patterns strapped flush to her. Even in the privacy of your home, Wanda was afraid to be too loud, embarrassed already with the noises she couldn’t keep in. Her apprehension wasn’t nearly enough to deter you from goading her into being vocal. “Look at my pretty angel… It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes…” Overwhelmed as she was, Wanda would never lie to you. Not when you were kissing along her shoulders so reverently and her admission was rewarded with a faster speed. Still, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying more. You were still calm so nothing could be too wrong; you’d never let her fall into something that’d harm her. “Better than the kisses you gave me there last time.” 

You scoffed at that, knowing you’d barely scratched the surface of going down on her. Perhaps if Wanda stayed around tomorrow, you’d show her that too. That would be a whole new bit of fun. “Oh no, Wanda, that’s different. Will you let me show you that too? I’ll tell you all about it and I promise you’ll be in love.”

She nodded distractedly, having sunk lower and found the edge of a soft pillow as leverage. Wanda discovered the perfect angle all on her own, having no idea how it happened, but grateful it did. Her movements were erratic still, struggling to find a steady pace, but frustratingly, you kept your hands off. The longer she went, the tighter her muscles grew, the harder she yearned to feel you on her. “I want you to touch me like you did before…” 

“Kisses only, Wanda, I promised.” In truth it was hard to keep your hands off, Wanda’s hunched over form giving you the perfect view of her breasts as they moved in time with her hips. You wanted to touch her just as much as she did, but you weren’t confident you could control herself, not when Wanda was still trying to kiss you, desperate, frantic little things just to have a bit more of you. “Besides, you’re already rubbing your needy little clit on your new toy, making our new pillows all messy… That’s better than me, you said.” 

The brunette shook her head; no mere object could make up for how your touch made her feel. If only you’d just… “N-No.. you instead…” Her eyes threatened to lose focus as she jerked particularly hard against the soft object, almost missing the satisfied grin plastered across your face. Wanda didn’t know why you looked so pleased, not when she was so close to something that threatened to overtake her senses. 

She hated that you wouldn’t touch her; Wanda would never compare you again, never insist that all she needed was a kiss. Her friends were stupid; there were things so much sweeter than a brief peck on the lips.“I feel uh.. I-I don’t know…” She knew; it was a familiar feeling, but she still lacked the words to tell you what it was. Wanda always wondered if you felt the same and if you ever gave into it.

Every time without fail Wanda ended up like this, on the precipice of something she couldn’t explain, but wanted to feel so badly she could scream. Soon it was hard for Wanda to keep her mouth closed, the vibrations sending pleasure so intense she was near panting. You loved her like this, toying with the remote until you leveled out the vibrations, giving Wanda a break before she fell over the edge you weren’t ready for her to get to yet. She took a few deep breaths, thinking she’d managed… until you turned the vibrator right back up again. “W-Wait!”

Wanda nearly doubled over, weak arms almost buckling under the force of being edged. Everything was so sensitive, too sensitive, and no matter how hard she flailed, the toy remained secure. If she was going to find out what this intensity meant for the first time, she needed it to be by your hand. That, she was set on. “Turn it off…”

“Off? But I thought you liked how it tickled?” Hungry eyes raked over her shaking form shamelessly, the thin straps of her outfit falling off her shoulders in Wanda’s distress. You wanted to rip it from her, ruin the dress you’d bought just to watch her naked and desperate right in front of you. Saliva coated your sharp teeth, the urge to tear the garment to shreds rising as Wanda reached out for you, crawling the short distance to fall against your chest limply. “You look so pretty dripping all over the sheets… What’s the matter, sweet thing?”

“I-I can’t.. I can’t, please!” If you’d let the toy go a moment longer, Wanda would’ve cum, her stomach twisted in such a knot the throbbing lingered throughout her core. She relaxed against you with a huff, her entire upper body weight hung about your neck; thankfully you could hold her with no problem. Frustrated as she was, Wanda nuzzled into the crook of your neck, mumbling something that sounded like a plea for more. She always wanted the ‘more’ part; one day soon you’d tell Wanda what it was. 

You let her settle finally, staying silent until Wanda’s breathing evened out, savoring the feeling of being allowed to hold her once more. Her clean outfit was wrinkled now, yet again leaving her cold, but without fail, your own body kept hers warm. She truly was tired now, worn out by your games, but Wanda needed to know one last thing. “Do you think I’m a good kisser?”

This time no matter how serious the question, you had to laugh. Of course that’s what Wanda worried about the most. Your lips met her forehead in quiet reassurance, giving her something to focus on as you gingerly shimmied the toy from her legs. You hadn’t just been teasing her earlier, Wanda truly had made a bit of a mess, inner thighs coated with her slick, and you just couldn’t help yourself. Two fingers dragged through Wanda’s sex, savoring how her muscles twitched against your legs, how she let you use her even in her oversensitive state. She turned away when you cleaned your fingers loudly, messily, ashamed of how wet she’d gotten just from kisses and a quick little game. 

Hers for the Night [smut]

Hot MILFS In Your Area [smut]

Caught In Between [smut]

Good Girls Are Bad Girls That Haven’t Been Caught [smut]

Power and Praise [smut]

Showtime [smut]

Welcome To The Team [smut]

You Love Us [darkfic, smut]

Crashing Here Tonight [smut]

Lingere [smut]

SERIES & AU’S

Moments of Silence AU: 

(part 1) [smut]

(part 2) [smut]

(part 3) [smut]

(part 4) [smut]

Holiday House AU:

(part 1) [darkfic, smut]

(part 2) [darkfic, smut]

Cum ‘n’ Go AU:

(part 1) [smut (just wanda x reader)]

(part 2) [smut]

Glowing In The Dark AU:

(part 1) [darkfic, smut]

(part 2) [darkfic, smut, angst?]