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all in a day’s work [h.c]

summary: being spider-woman is going pretty well for hazel. that is until you notice these cuts and bruises appearing on her skin. she’s just a little clumsy, though, right?

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language and content, shower sex (very little detail), spider!hazel, mentions of hazel’s transformation since becoming spider-woman, slight violence, cannabis mention, mentions of the avengers events, josie is hazel’s guy in the chair.

word count: 4.4K

a/n: it’s here. i’m beyond excited for you guys to read this short series. it’s going to be a four parter, uploading each part every week for the month of october. thank you and enjoy <3

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Hazel hated criminals.

The ones who stole purses from innocent old ladies who were just trying to buy groceries. The ones who harass and assault women for rejecting them. Or in this special Brooklyn norm, a guy who had hotwired a BMW who was now involved in a high speed chase with four cop cars and a special hero following him.

Normally, she would be more than pleased to arrive at the scene. On any other day, she wouldn’t have promised to meet her girlfriend — sweet and patient you — at the bodega that your uncle owned. But some dumbass just had to hotwire a car when she had to meet you in an hour.

Hazel swung in between buildings, following the sirens of the police cars and the map inside of her mask, her eyes darting from car to car to find the one that was described. A dark purple BMW speeding down Tillary Street, turning down Gold Street. Once she had spotted the vehicle, she launched herself faster in the vicinity before landing on a U-Haul truck that was a few cars behind the BMW.

This guy was swerving and weaving through cars like a maniac as Brooklyn’s finest were hot on his trail. Hazel shook her hands out as a nerve-releaser, her gloved hands stretching in and out. She then sprinted across the top of the truck before launching a web at a tall building to maneuver her way onto the back of the BMW.

The breeze felt nice, though, after swinging around for so long. Her hands were gripping onto the sides of the vehicle to keep her balance.

“Excuse me, sir!” She tapped on the back window, waving a hand to get his attention.

The man’s eyes flickered to his rear-view mirror, eyes visibly widening at the sight of Spider-Woman hanging from the back of the stolen car. His response was to step on the gas. Hazel groaned as her lower stomach thumped onto the trunk, but quickly regained her posture as she hoisted herself onto her feet.

“Incoming text from honey with the white heart emoji and bee emoji,” Karen told Hazel, her Siri-like voice echoing in her ears. “Are we still on for sandwiches, babe? Semi-colon. Parenthesis.”

Hazel smiled at the message from you as she crawled to the top of the vehicle, mentally pumping her fist at the sight of the sunroof. The man had left it wide open. So he was an idiot in many ways. Hazel slipped in quickly, her bottom landing in the backseat. She’d tell Karen to reply as soon as she finishes with this nuisance.

“C’mon, dude, high-speed chase? What? Was stealing an old lady’s purse too cliche?” Hazel quipped with a cheeky attitude.

The man didn’t say a word but instead attempted to throw a punch in the backseat, letting out grunts of annoyance. Hazel blocked every swing with a sigh, wondering why the hell he was even trying.

“You know, you’d punch way better if you weren’t driving, sir.”

As the man continued to speed between cars, Hazel stares up ahead to see an empty alleyway in an upcoming street. She needed to get him off of the street so that innocent people wouldn’t be in the way of danger.

Hazel shoots a web at the man's eyes. He grunts at the sticky feeling and temporary blindness, releasing the wheel entirely. Hazel reaches over from the backseat, hands gripping onto the wheel to turn sharply into the deserted alley. She mutters a string of curses as the side of the car scrapes against the brick building.

She’ll tell Mr. Stark about billing that to the owner later.

Cars honked and came to a sudden halt at her illegal moves but the car was now in the alley, away from the public. She releases the wheel to quickly crawl out of the open sun-roof. Mid-way out, she feels the glass begin to close on her torso.

Hazel groans out at the squeezing pressure and looks down into the car to see that the man had hit the sunroof button on the roof of the interior. One of his hands gripped onto her spandex covered calf, trying to tug her back down.

“I have a girlfriend, dude. Let go,” Hazel grunted, wriggling in his grasp.

Hazel threw her foot back into his chest and jaw before jumping up and out of the car. She landed on a metal fire escape balcony. From that distance, she shot multiple webs at the end of the alleyway, creating a makeshift trap for the car to run into. Her wrists were beginning to ache but she kept her movements flowing, releasing the web as he was reaching the end. The car hit the large web with a loud thump but had stopped, which is what Hazel was aiming for.

The thief had stepped out of the car and began to book it.

“Karen, send a text back to honey reading,” Hazel stood on the fire escape and walked on the side of the building as she aimed a web at the man. The substance wrapped around his legs causing him to trip and hit the ground. “Of course. See you soon. With two x’s and o’s.”

“I am sending the text to honey.” Karen alerted Hazel to her mask.

Hazel swung over to land right next to the criminal's head, tilting her body to the side to grin at his scraped up face. She knew he couldn’t see her shit-eating grin but it brought her some sort of badass feeling. Like an ‘I-just-did-that-shit’ feeling.

“The cops will take care of you so if you’ll excuse me,” she shot her web around his wrist to keep him down and held them behind his back. “I have to see my girl.”

The man grunted loudly to which Hazel responded with a: “Bye, Mr. Criminal!” as she launches herself out of the alley and around the corner of the building.

You were browsing the shelf of snacks and candies in your uncle’s bodega. You had just gotten off your shift at the Build-A-Bear in the mall and you were absolutely starving. The array of chips and gummies made your stomach grumble, sighing as you were waiting patiently for Hazel to arrive.

Her Stark internship had consumed a lot of her time lately. Of course, you were incredibly happy and proud of her to be working under Tony Stark: a billionaire industrialist, inventor, and the Iron-Man.

You didn’t mean to seem clingy, but you missed her when she was gone.

“Bee, here you go.” You hear a voice coming from behind the counter.

There stood your uncle with your turkey club sandwich wrapped — no tomatoes. You let out a groan of relief as you walked up to the counter to take it from him. You reach into your tote to grab a five dollar bill.

“Bee, you’re not paying.” He began to walk around to avoid you giving him cash.

“Uncle Karter, take it now. I’ll hop over this counter and shove into the register,” your threat was playful, but you meant every word.

“You’re hungry so I’m giving you food. It’s just like having lunch at home.” Your uncle insisted as he pointed at you, resting his arms on the glass display of the different kinds of sandwiches and deli meat he had to offer.

You sigh, giving him a wary look. Yes, he was your uncle, but you felt guilty just being handed sandwiches that you could easily pay for. You have a job. Your uncle wouldn’t let you pay, though, so you reluctantly slip the dollar bill into your bag.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile before taking a bite of the fresh sandwich.

“It’s nothing, kiddo.” The man shakes his head as his eyes flicker behind him at the front door. The bell rings and he jerks his head to whoever was walking in. “Your little girlfriend is here.”

You whip your head around mid-bite to see Hazel panting as if she had run here with a wide, charming smile. Her hands were holding something behind her back as she approached you happily with her brown broken-in leather backpack over one shoulder, her keys that were clasped onto a loop of her jeans jangling loudly.

“Hey,” she breathes out, her gaze flickering between both of your eyes. Hazel raises her hand to wave at your uncle. “Hi, sir.”

“Hazel, I told you to call me Karter. None of that ‘sir’ shit, dude. I’m 36, not 50.” Your uncle replied teasingly, causing you to chuckle. Hazel nodded, muttering a ‘right’. Her eyes locked with yours as your uncle began to attend to the other customers.

“How was it today?” You tilt your head as you take another bite of your sandwich.

Hazel shrugged her shoulders, scoffing out. “Boring science shit but it was good. New scientist named Dr. Connors that Mr. Stark introduced me to.”

You deadpan at her, nodding your head. Sure, the subject wasn’t your favorite but you always wanted to hear about Hazel’s day. You brushed off the short response as you swallow that bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, well, that’s good. What are you hiding?” You try to peer over her shoulder but she only leans to the same side as you.

“Grabbed something for you on the way here.” Hazel beams as she pulls out the present from behind her back.

It was a small bouquet of an array of flowers for this time of the year. It was fall in New York, so the array of white roses and yellow sunflowers brightened up your mood. Forest Hills blossomed during the chilly season; a beautiful orange hue washed over the neighborhood in Queens as the decaying leaves fell from the tree branches.

Your eyes softened at the simple yet sweet gesture. Hazel grinned awkwardly, hoping you loved them.

Ever since you two had started dating half a year ago, Hazel has always felt like she had to be the best girlfriend she could. You were her first girlfriend and she was absolutely crazy about you, as you were about her.

Other people haven’t been the kindest to you and she knew that. Lying and cheating were a main factor as you’ve told her.

The guilt ached in her chest everyday having to lie to you about being Spider-Woman. You were her entire world. Tony insisted it was for the best if she didn’t want anything to happen to you.

“You are too sweet, I swear. Thank you, baby,” you lean in close to kiss her lips quickly and take the bouquet in your free hand.

Hazel flushed so easily, making your smile widen. It was a good feeling to see after so many months that she still got flustered when you kissed her.

“It’s nothing. You deserve it.” Hazel replied as if it was something you should know.

You don’t respond to that, only blushing like Hazel was moments ago. You sniff the soft flowery scent for a moment before taking another bite of your sandwich.

“You wanna head to mine?” You offer with a flirty smile.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Hazel nodded, eyes warily darting to your uncle who was occupied with his line of customers that appeared out of the blue.

“He’ll be here for hours. C’mon,” you loop your arm around hers. “Bye, Uncle Karter. See you later.”

Your uncle simply waves his hand mid-conversation with the middle aged woman in front of him. Hazel leaned into your touch for a second before letting herself get dragged out of the bodega by you.

A fresh autumn breeze brushed against her, hitting her pale skin. You leaned your head on her shoulder as you talked about all the adorable children that had come into the Build-A-Bear.

Hazel loved these small moments with you. Well, she loved every moment but little things like this clouded her brain when she wasn’t focused on keeping her identity a secret. Watching your eyes light up when you spoke about how happy these children looked when you handed them their bear made her heart grow tenfold.

When the two of you had arrived at you and your uncle's apartment, you reached into your bag to grab the house keys.

“You hungry?” You ask as your sliding the key into the slot.

Hazel shook her head, placing a hand over her stomach. “I’m okay. Thank you, though, honey.”

You place a gentle kiss at her cheek as if to tell her that you asked her questions like that to show that you cared. You frowned, though, as you noticed a bruise and cut on her top lip that you hadn’t really seen before.

Hazel noticed you paused and furrowed her brows.

“What is it?” She whipped her head around to see if there were any potential threats. She was tempted to check her watch that Tony had given her to get Karen to scan the area.

“Babe, did you hit your lip?” You raised a hand to graze over the reddening area.

Hazel’s eyes widened once she realized what you were talking about. Earlier this morning, Hazel had a guy hit the butt of his gun at her face when she had dealt with a smoke shop robbery. She actually got free weed from the guy working the register which she plans to give to PJ.

“Oh, yeah. May was opening a cabinet up top and it hit me straight in the lip. I kind of forgot about it.” Hazel easily lied through her teeth, letting you caress the outline of her lips.

“It doesn’t hurt, right?” You ask her softly, eyes flickering up to her freckled under eyes.

Hazel shook her head with a hum, her smile growing as she admired your worried features. You looked away with a flushed grin as you pushed open the front door. The faint aroma of pumpkin and cinnamon filled Hazel’s nose, warmth filling her chest.

It wasn’t the largest apartment but it was home to you. You and uncle didn’t need much more than this.

“How is May?” You asked as you hung your keys on one of the Smurfs wall mounted key hooks that you had found at a thrift store.

“She’s good. Working at the hospital right now so she’s hoping that‘ll pay well.” Hazel explains as she traces the knick knacks on the shelf’s in the living room.

You can’t help but smile at the thought of Hazel’s Aunt May. She really was one of the kindest women you’ve ever met. May had a tendency to call you her ‘future daughter in law’ in front of Hazel just to tease the girl, watching her cheeks and tips of her ears flush a deep red.

“That’s good. I don’t want her overworking herself, though.” You sigh as you set your bag down next to the arm of the couch.

“Yeah, me neither.” Hazel sighed. “So, what did you wanna do?”

You hum in thought, bringing your single braid from behind your head to over your shoulder. You began to untangle the twisted hair as you thought about what activities you and Hazel could do now that she was free.

A certain idea came to mind.

“Well, I do need to shower so,” you say nonchalantly, hoping Hazel would get the hint.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I can wait out here. Take your time, honey.” Hazel nodded and went over to take a seat on the couch.

You stared at her grabbing the remote for the TV, turning it on and flicking through the channels. You release your hair to allow it to sit on your shoulders, waiting patiently for Hazel to realize.

“Oh, do you wanna watch Foot Loose when you get out of the shower?” Hazel’s gaze floated back to you.

Her excitement to watch the movie dropped when she noticed you tilting your head and looking at her like that. You had only given her that look when you were insinuating something sensual. Your body was swaying back and forth as your smile grew when she set down the remote.

“Sorry. I didn’t— I thought you meant by yourself.” Hazel rushed out as she turned off the TV, chuckling nervously.

“At first, yeah. But, hey, we’re conserving water if we shower together and you know I’m all about keeping the Earth green.”

Hazel couldn’t help but nod, standing up to walk up to you. “That— yeah. That’s true. Conserving water conserves energy that reduces greenhouse gas pollution.”

Her brain shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did.

“Yeah? What else does it do?” Your fingers hook onto her belt loops, tugging her closer into your body.

Hazel allowed you to manhandle her as she would truthfully let you do anything to her. She knew how much her ability to retain and cite facts turned you on. It was obvious by how you were drinking her in like you could devour her.

“It can… oh, protect aquatic life and extend water supply to areas that lack and ensure agricultural production to thrive.” Hazel rambled out, her flush growing as your thumbs brushed past her hip bone.

“Oh, those poor sea creatures.” You frown, smacking your lips.

“Don’t you need to shower?” Hazel asked, suddenly overwhelmed with impatience.

Your smile only grew, a giggle falling from your lips. You intertwine your hands with Hazel’s as you hurriedly walk over to your small bathroom. Hazel made sure to remove her watch and set it down on the porcelain sink, not wanting any sort of message from Tony to interrupt her time with you.

You turn to shut the door and turn the lock with a ‘click’. Hazel is caught off guard by you removing your work shirt, blushing at the sight of you in your bra. She felt like such a virgin. She’s seen you naked at this point and still was a flustered mess around you.

“Can’t take a shower with clothes, Haze.” You raised your brows as you were unbuttoning your pants.

“Maybe I can. I can do laundry that way.” Hazel quipped back with a chuckle.

Nonetheless, she began to slip off her sweater. You walk over to her, hooking your fingers underneath the thick fabric to help her. Her sports bra came into view as you tugged the sweater up and off, tossing it onto the blue and white tiled ground.

You both messily kissed, clanking teeth from how rushed your movements were. Soft laughter released from you as you removed the rest of your clothing and underwear, Hazel following by copying your actions.

Hazel hoisted you up with ease by your plush thighs, causing you to let out a yelp at the sudden movement. You lazily kissed her jaw as you held onto her neck, listening to her soft hums as she stepped into the shower. You never understood how all of a sudden, Hazel had this strength and toned body. You’d never seen her hit the gym once since you’ve been together.

Not that you were complaining. Just confused.

“Alright, let me down,” you hum against her skin, “I really do have to shower.”

“I’ll, uh, help.” Hazel offered as she released her grasp from your thighs, carefully watching you step onto the tiled ground.

You simply give her a soft kiss, whispering a ‘thank you’ onto her lips. Hazel hums back before grabbing the hydrating shampoo from the shelf. You turned on the shower, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ at the cold water. You hurriedly turn the knob to the red ‘H’ symbol, leaning back into Hazel’s body.

Once the stream of water began to heat up, Hazel squirted out the correct amount of shampoo into her palms. She massaged the product to your scalp as you tilt your head back with a sigh. Her fingers work into your scalp, sending you into a domestic bliss.

“That feels so good.” You practically moan as Hazel continues with the shampooing.

Hazel chuckles with a blush, leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto your naked shoulder. Your mind practically turns to mush but you force yourself to continue the rest of your routine.

You and Hazel bathed each other after a few heated kisses. That’s all. (You had gone down on her and she fingered you until you came twice.) She had told you how much you resembled a beautiful Renaissance painting with every curve and dip of your body. The words squeezed at your heart, feeling yourself fall more and more in love with her — if that was even possible.

Now freshly bathed and spent from the day, you and Hazel settle down, remaining in just underwear with an oversized tee. The sun had been long gone — the only light source being the city lights from outside of your bedroom window. You were cuddled up in your bed on your sides Hazel was running one hand up and down the fresh and lotion-covered skin of your arm as you twirled her wet hair around your fingers.

“I wanna stay here forever.” You yawn and rub at your bare face.

“Yeah?” Hazel hummed.

You nod with a chuckle. “Oh, yeah. If I didn’t have to work or worry about stuff like the apocalypse and aliens taking over, I would stay here forever.”

“Aliens?” Hazel’s brows arched at your words, chuckling along with you.

“Well, I mean, you saw what happened with Avengers in the city a few years ago. That was terrifying, you know?” You mutter, zoning out as the memory flooded back into your mind.

You had been just a few streets down when Loki had sent an army of aliens down onto the city. Who knows what could’ve happened if you had been just one more street closer to the destruction.

Hazel only nodded because how can you forget an event like that? Lives were lost and changed forever. Hazel, at the time, was just like you; a normal girl in the city just trying to live day by day. She wasn’t able to save people as she could now.

“Let’s just… lay here a-and not think about that, honey. Okay?” Hazel whispered as she tried to reassure you while reassuring her own scattered mind.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You whispered back with a self-deprecating chuckle as you felt that you had ruined the mood.

Hazel shook her head as she moved her hand from caressing your arm to cupping your bare cheek.

“No, no, no, it’s okay. I just don’t want you to worry about all that stuff that hasn’t happened.”

Hypocrite, Hazel’s mind echoed after she had continued to utter soft and kind words to you. That’s all she ever did. Worrying about the unknown or stuff she couldn't control.

You ultimately felt your worries fade for the time being. Hazel caresses the length of your back until your heavy eyes shut, allowing sleep to take over. Not too long after Hazel knew that you were sound asleep, she did the same.

Hazel was awakened by the sound of a loud alarm echoing throughout the space of the room. She had shot up quickly from the bed, looking down at her watch to see it was a call from Josie — her only friend from Stark Industries.

Hazel checked the time to see it was 7:04 in the morning; way too early to be calling her. She glanced at you tangled up in your bed sheets next to her, mouth slightly hung open as you were knocked out. She carefully got up from the mattress, trodding over to the bathroom to get some privacy.

Hazel groaned at her reflection, her hair a tousled mess and her shirt half-way off of her shoulders. She reluctantly answered the call on the watch, squinting her eyes as Josie came into view.

“Hi Hazel!” Her cheery voice threw her off guard.

“It’s seven in the morning, Josie.” Hazel grumbled, trying to fix her hair.

“That didn't sound like a ‘oh, good morning, Josie’ so I’ll pretend you said that.” Josie quipped back, adjusting herself in her cubicle. “Anyways, Mr. Stark told me to call you because he needs you here, like, immediately.”

Hazel’s eyes shot open. “Wait really?”

Josie hums as she types something on her laptop that was lighting up her screen. “He said in his email, and i quote: ‘call Underoos and get her here immediately. No’ and this is in all caps ‘questions’.”

Hazel rolled her eyes at the nickname. Within the first few days of working under Tony, the nickname came to mind and never left. As much as she wanted to stay in bed with you, she knew she had to see whatever Tony needed her there for. She scrunched up her nose and yawned, nodding and scratching the back of her head.

“I’ll be there soon. Probably 10-20 minutes.” Hazel stretches her free arm, releasing some tension in her biceps and upper back.

“Alright, cool. Oh, wait,” Josie muttered as she stopped typing on her keyboard, leaning back into her roller chair. “Ah, shit. Son of a bitch, dude.”

“What?” Hazel responded as she was about to leave the bathroom so she could hang up.

“No, nothing. I lost at Solitaire against Happy.” Josie shook her head, groaning before typing again on the laptop.

Hazel furrowed her brows before hanging up with a: ‘See you soon’. The last thing she heard was Josie angrily typing as she whispered: ‘Filthy cheater’.

Josie took Solitaire extremely personally.

Hazel slowly crept out of the bathroom as she had forgotten that your Uncle Karter was now home, if not, awake. She tiptoed back into your room, grabbing her bag from the small carpet strawberry right next to your bed. You had adjusted once again in your sleep, snuggling into the plush of your pillow.

You were a fidgety sleeper but she found it adorable. Watching over you right now almost made her stay but she couldn't risk Tony being angry with her. She quickly changed into her suit, walking over to your window to unlock it and crack it open.

Taking one more glance at your unconscious body, Hazel tugged her mask over her face before she shot a web out of the window at a building across the street. She threw her bag over her shoulder as she swung to the apartment building next door all the way to the Stark Tower.

Mid-way there, she suddenly remembered that she didn’t leave a note for you like she usually would when she left so suddenly. She brushed it off and told herself she’d send you a text as soon as she left.

Nothing to worry about.

Right?

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arcticwm · 1 year

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Heyy can i request a wanda x fem reader oneshot where r is the queen of a nation which is similar to Wakanda and the avengers need this nations help for something (sitting on the throne looking badass moment ) and she is graceful and so badass like: sitting at dining table uses knife to point towards empty seat, “oh. sit, please.” R has powers and helps them out. Wanda being head over heals and finally them dating. I am sorry for the long request 😭

Mother Nature

Summary: A queen so powerful, myths have been written about her. An island so mysterious, no one knows where it is.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2505

a/n: listen…this got a little out of hand

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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Dragonstone is a volcanic island in the North Atlantic Ocean, just below Greenland and Iceland, but it’s not visible on any maps. Not many know of its existence, as the island is surrounded by such powerful magic, making it invisible to the naked eye. If anyone were to sail towards it, violent storms and currents will make even the strongest of ships sink. It has become a myth to the outsiders, an area such as the Bermuda Triangle, where everyone disappears into the nothingness. This keeps the island, and its population, in safety and peace. They have fought no wars, nor have they suffered in the hands of man made concepts.

However, the fights have started to get bigger, sometimes having the faith of the whole Universe in their hands. That much they figured out after Thanos. Which is why the Avengers know of Dragonstone, and its Queen, and how to get her help.

Everyone holds onto their seats as the Quinjet’s autopilot navigates through the dark clouds, often going through turbulence. “Are we sure this isn’t actually just some freak of nature spot? Is there anything here?” Tony grumbles as he tries to fasten his seatbelt impossibly tight. “We have very expensive cargo on board, and by that I mean me and my suit.”

“Fury seemed confident in his knowledge.” Steve reminds, slightly more calmly, though he is also nervous.

Wanda has her eyes closed. She tries to stay inside her mind, ignoring everything going around her. Air traffic has never been her favorite, but this is next level. The Quinjet does sudden dives and turns, throwing anything loose around. This is why Fury said to fasten everything to the walls and roof, but like usual, Tony didn’t take the advice to heart.

She can feel Natasha’s hand holding her own, calming her down slightly. Wanda doesn’t personally know Fury that well, but she knows Natasha thinks very highly of him, so she is pretty sure he wouldn’t lead them to their certain death. However, she can’t be sure, as this is starting to feel like a wrong way to the supposed island.

“Why couldn’t Fury come here himself? Or the Queen to us?” Kate almost shouts at a particularly violent spot.

“Because when we ask for help from royalties, we show them respect.” Steve states, his *all the younger generations have forgotten respect* personality every old person has shining through. “Did none of you learn this in Wakanda?”

No one gets to answer him, as the Quinjet starts going up, up, up full speed, making everyone yelp. After it has reached the correct altitude, it goes down headfirst. For a moment, the team is sure something has gone wrong, that they are plummeting towards their death. But right before it hits the water, the Quinjet turns the right way and continues flying forward, now in a completely calm climate.

They instantly calm down, letting out breaths of relief and relaxing their tense muscles. Natasha is the first one to get out of her seat, going to the cockpit and looking out the window. “Well, at least the island is real.” She calls out. The others start to pile up in front of the window.

At first glance, it looks like they’re flying towards a big pile of rocks, but at a closer look, they can see the rocks form big walls and even a bigger castle on the island. They’re in awe of the view. The water and air are so calm now that they’ve gotten past the barrier.

They stare out the window while the Quinjet lowers itself to the ground, right outside the walls. Once they step outside, they see two people waiting for them. “Welcome to Dragonstone!” One of them smiles. “My name is Sylvia and I’m the Queen’s advisor. And this,” she gestures to the person next to her, who is wearing an armor, “and this is Calen, they’re the head of protection in this island.”

They bow their head down as a greeting, not saying anything to the guests. The look on their face is serene and their posture is straight, like a proper soldier’s. Sylvia on the other hand shows more excitement through her body, even though her hands are behind her back, they’re still wiggling around, and the smile on her face is one that can light up a whole room.

“Thank you for granting us access to your island.” Steve speaks up, being the unofficial spokesperson when it comes to formal situations.

“Fury is an old friend of Gaia, any friend of his is a friend to us. Now, if you’d follow me, I’ll take you to the castle to meet our Queen.”

They start trekking the land towards the castle, first walking on the bare land and then moving to narrow walkways as they go inside the walls. Most of the walk goes by in silence, the team taking in their surroundings. They’ve never seen anything quite like this.

Wanda drags her hand along the stone fence, her fingers going along the bumps and ridges of it. She smiles. The magic of this island feels different than her own, but not in a threatening way, it feels like it’s dancing with her own.

Finally they get to the castle’s entrance. The huge wooden door opens inward, two other soldiers pulling it. Calen and Sylvia greet them as they go past them. “The Queen is in the throne room.” The latter tells the group, leading them through hallways before stopping in front of a door.

The door to the throne room is also wooden, but it’s a lot more decorated compared to the other ones. It’s carved from top to bottom with different pictures, making it look like a story. Calen pushes the door open, letting everyone walk through it before closing it again. At the end of the room, the Queen sits on her throne. The royal seat has been made out of purely white stone. The backside of it is tall and the sides are wide enough for the Queen to lay her arms there comfortably, but it still looks delicate.

“Gaia.” Sylvia lowers her head in respect and Calen goes down to one knee to bow. The Avengers, quite hesitantly, bow in some way too, bot sure of the island’s customs.

“There’s no need for that.” The Queen’s voice makes all of them rise. Sylvia and Calen take their respective places near the Queen, while the team stop in front of the stairs to the throne. “I hear you are friends of Nicholas Fury.”

Wanda stares at her in amazement. The way she looks so soft yet regal makes her heart pound faster than normal. She can see her chest moving up and down as she breathes, the armor like steel plate moving with it. The dark blue fabric is thick for colder weathers, but flowy enough to move easily. Wanda’s eyes move up to the top of her head. The crown on her head looks like it’s made out of steel as well. It makes her look sharp and strong. She looks majestic sitting on her throne.

“We are,” Steve smiles, “thank you for agreeing to meet us, your Highness.”

“Please, Y/N.” She states. “That’s the name my mother gave me.”

“Y/N. I’m sure you’re aware of a recently defeated threat from space called Thanos.” He continues once she nods, “unfortunately the other worldly threats don’t stop there. We’d like to ask your help to prevent these kind of attacks more efficiently.”

“Certainly.”

Wanda shudders from the way Y/N says the word. Her pronunciation, the slight rasp of her voice and how she rolls the letter r, make her feel dizzy. She is sure the look on her face is stupid, and lovestruck, her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. The whole conversation going on is going past her. Only thing in her mind right now is something she really shouldn’t be thinking about, but she just can’t stop herself.

“Would you give me the honor of joining me for dinner today? We even have enough guest rooms if you wish to rest before your trip back to America.”

“We would be honored to join you.” Natasha answers. She has been glancing at Wanda during the conversation with a grin on her face, she can read her face easily, knowing what the witch is fantasizing about.

The Queen stands up, her dress falling perfectly to her feet. “I’m glad to hear that. I shall see you in the dining room in an hour, in the mean while, Sylvia will show you where you can refresh yourselves.” Sylvia nods and gestures for them to follow her. Wanda keeps her eyes on Y/N as she walks away, noticing a small smile growing on her face.

After an hour, the Avengers gather into the dining room by Sylvia’s lead, where Y/N is already waiting for them. “Gaia.” Sylvia says before leaving the room.

Y/N stands up, pointing towards the empty chairs. “Please, sit.” She says with a smile, sitting down once again when they get around the table. Wanda sits next to her. She can see the small details of her breast plate from this close.

The table is already fully catered with different foods and desserts. It works like a buffet, everyone takes what they like to their plates. “Can I ask you,” Wanda starts when her plate is full, “why do they call you Gaia, if your name is Y/N?”

“Gaia is a title of sorts. Every queen before me was called that as well, because we keep this island alive and safe. It means Mother Nature.” She explains with a gentle smile on her face, holding eye contact with Wanda as she talks to her. “It is an honor to be called Gaia.” Wanda nods, not able to look away from her stormy eyes.

“How does the next queen get chosen?” Tony asks.

“It’s more faith than decision making,” she pauses, looking for best words to describe how their queens get their role, “we’re born to it, but not in a traditional sense. We are born from the previous Gaia, they mold us from magic.”

“So, there’s no…” he moves his fingers around in a promiscuous manner, which makes Steve look at him disapprovingly. They’re in front of the Queen after all.

But she only finds the situation amusing. “No. Children born in a traditional way are random, and our queens need to be precise. They’re all women and they all have powers. They need to be born from magic.”

Although they don’t really understand the process, and none of them want to ask about the specifics of it, they still find it fascinating. It’s a whole new country with completely different customs compared to theirs. Wanda especially listens to her intently. Her smooth voice practically drilling its way into her brain.

“Can the queen have relationships? Even if they don’t have any part on the next generation of rulers.” The question makes Wanda’s head snap to look at Natasha, who has a wide grin on her face.

“Yes. There are no rules on relationship. The partner just has to know they have no rule over the island.”

Satisfied with the answer, Natasha nods, sending a discreet wink towards Wanda. Her cheeks turn a shade of pink. She tries to hide it by eating the food.

They keep a light conversation going while they all finish their food. Once the plates are empty and the stomachs full, they start leaving the table and go to their rooms. The Queen doing the same. However, she isn’t alone for long.

There’s a knock on her bedroom door.

“Hello, Wanda.” Y/N smiles, the door now open wide. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Wanda steps into the room, the door closing after her. She looks around the room, trying to keep her eyes off of Y/N’s thin night gown. A big bed is in the middle of the room, it has light blue veil over it and a white fur on top. A window, almost the size of the wall, is on the right side of it, but it’s already covered with dark curtains. Otherwise the room is quite plain. A wooden dresser. Mirror with steel decorations. What catches Wanda’s eyes are the tapestries on the walls. They’re bright and colorful, each one having its own story. “Beautiful.” She mumbles.

“They tell our history.” Y/N steps beside her. “Every queen makes one. These are the oldest ones, the rest are in the library, visible for everyone. One day mine will be there too.” She sounds proud when she speaks of her ancestors.

“Your mother, is she still alive?”

“No. The crown passed down to me when I was thirteen.”

“I’m sorry.”

Y/N turns to her with a smile. “Nothing to be sorry about. She’s with her mother and grandmother, and so on. And one day I will see her again, until then, I will make her proud by keeping the people on this island safe.”

However beautiful the idea is, Wanda still feels sad for her. She knows what it’s like to lose your mother young. But she doesn’t comment on it more, clearly it’s not something appropriate to discuss now. “The magic. It feels different here.”

“Yes, it’s not the same as yours. The magic is part of me as much as it is a part of the island. We’re connected. We can sense each other. I can control it and it can influence me.”

“That’s why they call you Mother Nature?”

“Sort of. There’s a long history there. But yes, my ability to control the sea and the air around us is a part of it.”

“Maybe you’ll be able to tell me some day.”

Her smile widens. “Maybe.”

Wanda smiles too. She notices how Y/N’s eyes twinkle in the dim light, as if they had their own light source. “You’re beautiful.” The words stumble out of her mouth. She had no intention on making any mind of move this soon, but she couldn’t help it. This felt like a right moment.

With a small giggle, Y/N looks down, trying to cover her warming cheeks. She doesn’t usually get nervous, but Wanda sounded so sincere. “I’m flattered you think so.”

“Do you think you could go on a date with me? Later, of course. Do you have any rules on that?” The nervousness starts growing at the bottom of her stomach again, the lapse of confidence leaving her body quickly.

“There are some rules, but nothing major. I could definitely go on a date with you, I’d actually really like to do so.”

Letting out a breath, Wanda nods. Her hands are moving her rings around. “Great. I- uhm, that’s great.” She laughs quietly. “I’ll leave you now. See you tomorrow.”

“See you.” Y/N gives her a small wave, smiling widely even after the door closes.

#AWWW #im obsessed #this is canon to me now #favs 💟#wm

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Housewife. | e. olsen

summary: in which you reward lizzie with her favorite meal after a long day, and she gives you a reward in return.

warnings: top!lizzie, lots of kissing, neck biting, hickeys, fingering, god i wish this was me

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Lizzie’s drive home was silent. After a long day of filming and enduring some friction between her and some producers, she didn’t even bother to turn on any music while she drove from the film set to the house. It was already dark by the time you saw her headlights pulling into the driveway.

It wasn’t unusual for Lizzie to have to stay late on sets—it was a common part of the filming process; nonetheless, those were always the worst days for the both of you. While Lizzie was exhausted and drained, you missed her while you stayed at home and waited for her to walk through the front door. She had texted you around lunch letting you know that she would be home late, and you didn’t have any plans you needed to do that evening, so you decided to do something special for her after her long day.

Lizzie could smell her favorite food cooking in the kitchen as soon as she walked through the front door. “Babe, I’m home,” she weakly called out with a tone of exhaustion but also curiosity as to if you were really in the kitchen cooking what she thought she smelled. As she kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat, she pulled her hair out of her messy bun and ran her hand through it, feeling relief on her head.

“I’m in here!” you called from the direction she was already heading. Wearing leggings and her navy-blue turtleneck, Lizzie walked through the house and inhaled the aroma in the air. She also noticed that your shared home was completely spotless. While you usually kept it tidy while she was filming, it was obvious the extra effort you put into cleaning. You had even lit a candle on the table in the living room that deliciously mixed with the smell of the food.

When Lizzie walked into the kitchen, she saw that your back was turned to her as you stood in front of the oven. The counter was littered with chopping boards and utensils and the remnants of chopped vegetables. The kitchen table had a fresh bouquet of pretty flowers sitting in the middle of it, plates already set. You had even used the nice plates and the special red cloth napkins folded neatly under them.

“What’s this?” her voice asked quietly from behind you.

You turned around for a moment, hands busy with the pan on the stove. There were dark circles under Lizzie’s eyes, but a look of wonder was quickly filling them as she looked past you to see that you were making her favorite meal. Grinning, you turned back around to keep stirring. “Just thought I would do something for you,” you said, clicking your tongue as you confirmed that the food was nearly done.

A grin spread across Lizzie’s face as a warm, fuzzy feeling filled her. She approached you from behind, and you felt her arms gently snake around your stomach, her warm body pressing against your back and encompassing you in a tight hug. You smiled as she rested her chin on your shoulder and quietly watched you for a few moments, her perfumed scent filling your nose. Her sweater felt cozy as she hugged you, humming in content in your ear.

“Thank you, baby,” she said sincerely, turning her face to press a kiss against your cheek. You giggled at the feeling, and she grinned before attacking you with soft kisses all over the side of your face. You shrieked from the ticklish feeling and slightly leaned away, but she followed you, moving her head to the other side of your face to plant more kisses there, making a “mwah” sound with each and every one.

“Baby,” you cheerily whined, trying to focus on the pan in front of you. “You’re going to make me burn it.”

Lizzie paused to look at the food before she reached in front of you and turned the stove off. “You do have a tendency to burn things.”

Turning to look at her, you gasped dramatically, holding up the wooden spoon in your hand threateningly. Lizzie was not intimated and only used the opportunity of you facing her to smash her lips against your open ones. You were taken aback by the kiss but giggled against her mouth as she smiled into the kiss.

Lizzie pulled away and went behind you again, squeezing you so tight against her that your feet threatened to lift off the floor. “I love you,” she sighed into your hair, moving it away from your neck with her nose so she could kiss you there. “You’ve been cleaning and cooking for me all evening, hm?” Her palms flattened on your lower tummy, pressing softly which sent butterflies throughout you. “You would make such a perfect housewife for me.”

Smiling, you leaned into her, placing your hands over hers on your abdomen. “You have to make me your wife first,” you joked, feeling her thumb rub against your shirt.

Lizzie was quiet for a moment as she pressed a still kiss to your neck, before her lips moved to your ear. “Marry me then,” she whispered softly, her lips curling against the shell of your ear. Your face heated up from the contact and also from her words. You only hummed, to which she kissed your neck again and repeated, “Marry me.”

Her hands slid up your stomach, resting over your ribcage where she could feel your heartbeat quicken. She pressed herself harder into you as her lips sucked softly on your neck, your eyes emptily watching steam rise from the cooked food on the stove as your focus was entirely on the woman behind you.

“I’m serious,” she whispered as she moved to the other side of your face where you turned and caught her eyes that were examining you. “Marry me.” She squeezed you in her hands, and you let out a shaky breath. She was looking at you as if she was expecting an answer.

“Lizzie,” you chuckled, trying to hold her hands, but they were pressed tight against your upper abdomen.

“I’ll take good care of you,” she said before pressing a peck to your lips. “You can be my pretty little housewife.” Another fleeting kiss to your lips. “C’mon, let’s just go to the courthouse—right now.”

Your nerves were starting to tingle until she finally cracked a playful smile, to which you gave one of relief, but you both knew she was only halfway joking. She laughed and pressed a fiery kiss to your lips, hers feeling so soft and smooth that it made you melt against her. Her hands moved back down your front to slip under your shirt, gliding up your skin and leaving goosebumps as her hands grabbed at your breasts, massaging them. You gasped softly against her lips which continued to devour yours, letting her fondle you under your shirt.

“You’ll be my obedient little wife, won’t you?” Lizzie whispered against your mouth before she prevented you from even answering by sliding her tongue through your lips. You grunted into her mouth as her tongue explored yours, tasting the red wine you had been sipping on while you cooked and moaning at the taste. You loved when she moaned like that—a million shivers danced down your spine at once.

Lizzie pulled away to let you breathe, giving you a lazy bite on your cheek and keeping her mouth there as she said, “You can cook and clean and raise my children. In return, I’ll buy you everything you need, and I’ll also keep your pussy all wet and pleased every day.” Her hand dipped down while she spoke and softly cupped you between your legs. Your mouth fell open at the feeling, her other hand still on your bare breast, thumb rolling over your nipple.

“Lizzie,” you whined as she touched you over the fabric of your leggings, her lips suctioning on your neck. “Don’t leave a mark,” you hissed, knowing that there was event coming up soon that you both had to go to, and you didn’t want to even think about what people would say if you showed up with hickeys—and you had already had a few close calls in the past.

“If you’re going to be my wife, you have to let me mark you,” Lizzie mumbled, and you felt the crawl of her smirk against your neck before she sucked hard, causing you to hiss and push back against her from the sharp pain that you inwardly loved. One of her arms wrapped around your middle and kept you pinned against her while her other one stretched down between your legs.

Lizzie kept sucking and biting the sensitive skin on your neck, using her tongue to soothe each wound before making another one until the side of your neck was littered in purple and red love bites. Humming once she was satisfied, Lizzie suddenly turned you around in her arms and pushed you up against the counter, the wooden edge digging into your lower back as she set on you like a hound, smashing her lips against yours and slipping her knee between your legs.

Strands of her hair got caught between the heated kiss as she rubbed her knee against the spot where you were growing hot and wet for her, causing you to gasp and grab at the shoulders of her sweater.

“Lizzie,” you breathed, trying to break away from her fiery kiss that left your lips wet with your mixed saliva. “The food’s going to get cold.”

“Well, you’ll reheat it for me like a good wife, won’t you?” she growled, her green eyes glinting as she glanced to your swollen lips. She rolled her thigh hard against you, relishing the way your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. “My pretty prize.” She leaned forward and caught your lower lip between her teeth, nearly piercing the skin as she tugged on it. You had done the simplest thing to make her so feel better after a hard day, and she was determined to show her gratefulness to you.

Her svelte hand reached the hem of your leggings and slipped beneath the stretchy fabric, dipping down your panties so that her fingers met your clit. Grabbing onto her, you opened your legs wider so that she could cup your entire slit, feeling how wet you were for her.

“All for me?” Lizzie grunted as she bit your jaw, effectively leaving your entire lower face and neck covered in the wet trail of her kisses.

You nodded, urging your hips upwards to meet her touch as she rubbed your clit in circles, feeling it throb beneath her fingertips. You were already growing so desperate for her, riled up by the way she was taking you so suddenly. When the tips of her two fingers circled your entrance, you whined in desperation, clutching her closer to you and whispering, “Please, Lizzie.”

Smiling at how needy you were, she pecked your lips and slid her fingers inside your cunt, darkly gazing at the way your face contorted with pleasure. Her long fingers buried themselves deep inside you until her knuckle was flush against your slit, and she started to pump her fingers in and out, spreading them a little to feel you stretch around her.

Using her knee to power her thrusts, Lizzie fucked you against the counter, the wooden edge still painfully digging into your back but remaining far outside of your focus as her fingers pleasured the sweet spot deep inside you. You could hear the faint sound of your wetness as Lizzie’s hand moved under the fabric of your leggings, pounding her fingers inside you.

“That’s it, my love. Take my fingers,” Lizzie whispered, kissing the hot skin of your cheek. “I know you’ve been thinking about them all day, haven’t you?”

Lost for words, you nodded, and it was true. Before you busied yourself with cleaning and cooking, you had stirred with relentless desirous thoughts of your girlfriend. You had even tried touching yourself, but at that point, Lizzie had you trained to her own touch. Yours was never enough, never felt like how it felt when she touched you and fucked you.

Her thumb pressed into your clit as she slipped a third finger inside you, the stretch doubling your pleasure as your pussy felt so full with her fingers inside. One of your legs hooked around her, pulling her in closer as she tortured you against the counter.

“Lizzie,” you whined as you felt yourself starting to come close. She was back to marking the other side of your neck now, kissing the most sensitive spot there and dragging her tongue across your skin. Your hands grabbed desperately at her back, stretching her sweater. She was all over you so that all you could feel, smell, hear, see, taste, and think about was her.

Her free hand dipped under your shirt to grab at your breast again, and her touch all over your body was enough to send you over the edge, burying your face into her neck and inhaling her perfume as you came around her fingers, your walls clenching and pulsing around them as she hummed in satisfaction.

She moved her fingers slowly to let you ride down your orgasm, her kisses on your neck turning soft and trailing over your cheeks until they met your lips again, kissing you with a gentleness that made you melt against her more than you already had.

You flinched when she slipped her fingers out of you, and you nearly begged for more, but you already knew she was going to give you plenty more later that night but wanted to enjoy the dinner you had made her first. Smirking, she cleaned your wetness off her fingers by wiping them over your stomach, causing you to flinch at the touch as your juices dried on your skin. You knew she loved doing dirty little things like that, and she knew you loved it just as much.

“Thank you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms back around you and pulling you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head. “For the dinner, and for being the best person I could ask for.”

Although your legs were trembling, you smiled at the affection and laid your head against her warm chest, wrapping your arms around her and holding on for dear life.

“I can’t wait to be your housewife.”

#god i wish this was real #IM LIZZIE'S HOUSEWIFE (REAL)#this is too good #eo #favs 💟

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I'll Digest You, One Kiss At A Time

Summary: Wanda loved you, she loved you so much. The softness of your lips, the smell of your perfume, and the energy you brought into the room everywhere you went. Loving you was easy, but getting you was hard. You were just too sweet for your own good. Too trusting to look for your missing items, too oblivious to see the way she looked at you, and too innocent to even consider the fact someone wanted you the way she did.

Warnings: college!au, top!wanda, stalker!wanda, beefy!Wanda for like all of five minutes if you read slow, extreme possessiveness and jealousy, stalking, virgin!reader, unethical means of masturbation, strap-on use, cum strap, breeding kink, biting kink, corruption kink, brief choking

A/N: You have the wonderful @lizziesnosescrunch to thank for this idea and fic as whole! This is easily one of my favorite requested fics so far and I had a lot of fun writing this. Should've been a lot darker but trust this isn't the last you'll see of stalker!Wanda on my page ever!

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Wanda's mother was a woman of many wise words. No matter how strange and nonsensical a situation seemed, Wanda could trust her mother had a few sweet words of affirmation and guidance to help. She didn't understand all of them, but they never went unappreciated. They were most useful when she and Pietro were being sent off to college. Though most were directed at her brother so he'd stay out of trouble and keep his legs closed, Wanda got a couple interesting ones of her own.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." That one was something she heard often. Immigrating from Sokovia to America was a huge change. That was a bit easier in high school. The neighborhood they moved in was filled with refugees from their home country. College was much different. Many of the older kids in the neighborhood had told her what American colleges were like. Cheap food, questionable alcoholic creations, and the worst hangovers known to man. Pietro seemed thrilled at the idea, but Wanda didn’t understand it. Sororities sounded like cults and she rarely heard anything about work and studying. However, she realized she’d never live life if she didn’t go with the flow every once in a while.

Then, there was “Never count your chickens.” Certainly one that had more to it, but Wanda’s mother never bothered to learn the rest of the saying. Later, Wanda learned that the proper saying was “Don’t count your chickens before they hatched.” Wanda had big plans for herself and was a very meticulous planner. Though her family thought it was obsessive and would lightly poke fun at her from time to time, it got her very far. Pietro got in on a whim with his track scholarship, but Wanda had more solidified means of getting there. Her grades were amazing, but she needed more. Debate, student government, and a never ending list of internships. Wanda was almost halfway through planning the next four years of her life before her mother pumped the brakes on the whole thing.

Finally, there was her mother’s favorite. “If you must fall in love, do it with your whole heart and nothing else.” Though her mother preached it like it was some common old scripture, it was entirely made up. Also, it was something only Wanda was on the receiving end of. Mainly because Pietro introduced their mother to a new boyfriend and clearly had no issue with using his heart. Wanda’s love life on the other hand was so slow it almost seemed stagnant. It made sense. There was no time for romance when she had her nose buried in a textbook every other day. Her parents never pushed, but were eager to hear anything about a “new friend” or “favorite study partner”. That seemed to be the only one Wanda didn’t use in life. No one piqued her interest. A few short flings here and there, but never a true flame in her heart.

Then one day, that changed.

About two weeks into her freshman year of college, you absolutely ruined her. It was early into the school year so the only friends she had were Pietro and Brunhilde — her roommate who worked just as hard as she did but partied infinitely harder. If anyone asked, Wanda could recite the entire day leading up to the moment she met and the entire night after that. After a rather interesting conversation with her roommate about sororities, fraternities, the absolutely "bonkers" parties they threw, and how to survive them — Brunhilde and Pietro had dragged her to her first real college party.

As she had expected, Pietro abandoned her to chat up the first boy that showed even the vaguest interest in him, but Brunhilde stayed by Wanda's side and introduced her to some friends. First there was Carol, Brunhilde's girlfriend and every bit of a golden retriever as her roommate described her to be. There was Tony and Steve, the most unlikely pair of boyfriends she'd ever laid eyes on. Thor and Bruce, Brunhilde's best friend and her best friend's boyfriend. Yelena and Natasha, sisters who certainly had better things to do but all these friends were there so they were forced into the house. Clint and Kate, Natasha's best friend that brought a bow for some reason and Yelena's best friend who also brought a bow for some reason.

Then, there was you. A beacon of light and breath of fresh air among the chaos that was the backyard of Tony's penthouse. You were at least a little tipsy during the introduction, but Wanda was endeared by your attempts to prove otherwise. The only thing that warmed her heart more than your stumbling words and giddy hellos was the sudden over-protectiveness that jumped out when you had learned she'd never gone to a house party before. Before she knew it, you were chugging water and desperate to sober up just to keep an eye on her. Unfortunately, Tony was a master at getting you sidetracked and had you dining whatever the hell a jello shot was faster you could fill your cup with water. Drunkenness didn't stop your attempts at all. Even with slurred words and half lid eyes, you made an effort to check in on her until Val and Pietro had called it quits for the night.

The next day only added fuel to the fire that was her adoration for you. First thing in the morning, she heard a faint knock at the door. She expected it to be Carol to come swooning over her blackout drunk girlfriend or Pietro to gush about his latest one night stand, but it was you. It was unexpected to say the least. You were almost as drunk as her roommate was last night but still got up bright and early to bake her cookies and chat until your morning classes began. As if an entire batch of cookies wasn't sweet enough, you even offered to drive her to her first class as well.

"You know, I could've taken the bus and been just fine," Wanda said before stuffing her face with the gooey chocolate chip cookies you'd gifted her hours before. Riding in your car was an experience she'd never erase from her memory. The two of you had only really talked for an hour or so, but she could tell it was just so you. The leather seats looked brand new but the photos in the sun visor and the teddy bear on swing hanging from the rear view mirror proved otherwise.

“Oh please, you put up with my drunk rambling, the least I could do was pay you back.” You took a quick break from the road to flash Wanda a smile. Smiles from you went from your bottom lip all the way up to the corners of your eyes. Wanda loved it. She loved the way your fingers tapped against the steering wheel as you waited for a light to turn green. She loved the way you obsessively checked your rear view mirrors when you parallel parked. She even loved your absent minded nods you gave to show you were still listening when you struggled to back up the right way. “Well, this is your stop,” You said with an excited giggle. Not even Wanda’s favorite song couldn’t stand a chance to the sound of your laughter.

Wanda smiled back as she unbuckled her seat belt. “Well, I take the mysterious giggling as a good sign and leave now,” She joked. She got out of the car and swung her backpack over her shoulder. Simply because she wanted to see you blush, she reached back inside and pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. “I hope you have a nice day.” A mission success. The second her fingers grazed the shell of your ear, they burned bright red.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded dumbly. "Uh, yeah. Call me if you need a ride home." Wanda didn't have time to tell you she didn't have your phone number. The second she leaned back from your car, you sped off. Leaving her standing in the middle of the parking lot like an idiot. You were lucky Wanda thought it was cute because anyone else would've easily been ripped to shreds.

Wanda spent the rest of her morning thinking about you. She was thankful for her eidetic memory. It made it easy to think about you. Recounting the freckles of your face and estimating the depths of the dimples on your cheeks had kept her going. The end of the day is somehow so much better.

While on her walk back to her dorm, she noticed that her neighbor had left their door wide open. Being the kind soul that she is, she took a careful peak inside. She did a quick look over and didn't notice any movement. Just before giving up, she knocked on the door a couple times hoping whoever lived there was there and living. To her surprise, you stepped out of one of the bedrooms.

Your brows were furrowed in confusion at first. Then they shot to your hair line in shock. "Oh god, I forgot to lock the door again, didn't I," You grumbled softly. It was a miracle that you didn't see the way Wanda's eyes bored into your soul. With your legs out on display and torso barely covered, anything could've happened to you. "Thank you so much, I was super distracted when I came in." You flashed the sweetest smile and it's almost cute enough for Wanda to feel bad for the impure thoughts she had about you.

Almost. Her eyes shamelessly dragged up your body before she reached your eyes. Just as warm, sweet, and completely oblivious as the first time she'd look into them. "It's really dangerous for someone as cute as you to keep their door wide open this late," She said with a deceptively soft smile. A ludicrous statement, really. The danger was already in your dorm. It was Wanda. The woman you'd innocently given cookies and driven to class mere hours before was suddenly making up a list of all the ways she could ruin you.

You laughed before reaching for the door. "So I've been told, I promise to be extra careful tomorrow if it'll make you happy." You extended your pinkie. "Pinkie promise."

God. You truly didn't have a clue how much power you had over Wanda. Her pinkie wrapped around yours tightly and she grinned. "We have a deal, but I'd prefer you do that every day."

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It took almost no time for Wanda's love for you to fester and mold into something much more dangerous. At first, she assumed it was something shallow. Regardless of what her true feelings may have been, you were definitely easy on the eyes. Projecting her sexual fantasies on you was been easy as pie. Who wouldn't want to see you fully exposed begging for them? But that primal urge to make you hers and hers alone was something no one else would understand. She'd make sure of it. The desire to consume you whole was unbearable. Just barely held back by the bits of your life you'd let her into. The more she knew about you, the worse her obsession became. Whatever was enough yesterday wasn't enough for today and today wouldn't be enough for tomorrow. That's why her bed was pushed against the wall your dorms shared and her notes app filled with tiny details about you and your schedule.

Maybe it was the delusions and daydreaming, but you were made for Wanda. Wanda loved art and you liked to draw. She liked sweets and you loved to cook. Wanda needed to be warm at all times and you loved physical affection. Clinginess was definitely Wanda's favorite trait of yours. You looked to anyone for warmth and cuddles, but you seemed to drift towards her more often .

"What exactly are we watching again," She asked as her fingers raked through your hair. There was no need for her to ask. Wanda had remembered every detail down to the time the two of you started watching. However, she'd never pass up a chance to hear you excitedly talk about anything.

Your back pressed further into Wanda's chest. "I need to watch this series and take notes for graphic design," You said while making a couple of quick doodles on your notebook to help with organization. Video essays and Netflix recommendations had piled high, but you were determined to get through them all that night. "You're just here cause I wanted to hang out without you." Wanda would normally tease you for such a statement. The attachment you had to her was growing everyday and nothing could stop it. Almost magically, she knew how you preferred your hot chocolate, all the shows you watched, and even what classes you had. If Wanda wanted to take care of you, who were you to deny that? "I would really like you to stay, but if you think it's boring you can leave…I think you'd like the episode though."

Wanda was quickly to press a kiss on the top of your head. She can't imagine what she's doing to think she'll ever leave you alone. "No, I'm going to stay." The grip she had on your waist tightened and she pulled you impossibly closer to her. She could feel the way you tensed up on top of her. Wanda feared she was going to run out of words to describe how cute you were. For the sake of your note taking, she kept her teasing words to herself.

As the episode plays through and you slowly check off things on your study list. Two forty minute episodes and an hour long video essay later, you needed a break. That's what Wanda decided anyway. The second your last video ended, she snatched the TV remote from your hand and turned it off. You opened your mouth to protest, but one stern look had suppressed any disagreement.

Wanda carefully moved you from your lap onto the empty space next to her. "I need to pee and then I'll make you tea. You stay here and look cute." She elected to ignore your disapproving huff and headed to your bathroom. Though she really did have to go, she found herself a tiny bit side tracked. As expected, your bathroom was just as pretty and organized as your bedroom. With little plastic bins and drawers lined up everywhere, you made the most of the space you'd been given in your tiny dorm room. Yet, that wasn't what kept her attention the longest.

Laid out on the floor were the cutest pair of underwear she'd ever seen. Patterned with tiny bears and a pretty shade of pink. So pure and innocent, a direct contrast to what she'd use them for. She's stolen a couple things from you before. That tiny notebook filled with random thoughts and strange doodles, your favorite perfume bottle she made sure to replace, and a few other small things like pens and photographs she'd snapped when you weren't looking. This however, was easily the most personal of them. The brief glimpses of what she got when sat across from her or stood up too fast would never satisfy her after that night. After that, the only thing that would keep her desire under control was to make you hers.

That would come much later down the road. After she'd filled your head with the filthiest thoughts and made you completely dependent on her. All she could do now was shove your panties in her back pocket and try her best to keep her hands from roaming too far up your shirt. Even that proved to be difficult. It was always hard not to just force herself on to you. You're just sweet and unassuming, it'd just be so easy to sweet talk you into spreading those perfect little legs of yours, but that's not what she wanted. She wanted to see you desperate and begging for her to claim you. With spread legs and that empty warm look in your eyes you got when you were too relaxed to think.

It was a real shame she didn't know just how close she was to that goal.

As her hands mindlessly roamed up and down your torso, Wanda had managed to work you up quite a bit. Your underwear had begun sticking to your core and uncomfortable amount. It seemed no amount of awkward shifting could get them to move. Awful couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. Wanda was so nice to you and always made sure you were okay, but all you could do in return was sit there and take advantage of her kindness. You were ashamed to admit it wasn't the first time either. Anytime she hugged you tighter than normal and pulled you away from what she seemed "dangerous", you'd swoon and suddenly become bothered. "Hey uh, can we cut it short today? I don't feel too good."

Your question snapped Wanda out of her thoughts. "Oh, yeah, that's fine. Just call me if you need any help." She refused to look down at you. Too embarrassed to see if her hands had gone too far. "I'll be in my dorm, so please don't be afraid to ask, alright?" Normally, you'd enthusiastically smile and send her off, but all she got was a quiet nod and a thumbs up. For a moment, she was worried she'd scared you. Fortunately, she'd caught the flushed look on your face just before walking out the door.

For a moment, you stay folded over the table. Hoping you'd merge into it and never have to face your shame. Unfortunately, that one in a billion chance never came and you were forced to face your demons. There was only one real way for you to do that. You forced yourself up on your shaky legs and dragged them to your bedroom. Shame had burned your face beet red at the mere thought of what you were about to do.

You'd be infinitely more embarrassed if you had known the cause of your frustrations was listening to your sinful deeds on the other side of your bedroom wall.

Wanda tried to respect your privacy, she really did. But that's hard when the walls were just so thin and you made the cutest noises. The heat between her legs quickly became insatiable. She should've been ashamed. Ashamed that her ears ruined the privacy of such an intimate moment. Bashful at the way she pressed your panties against her nose and inhaled your scent. Humiliated by how quickly her fingers worked to push herself over the edge. Yet, none of those emotions were present in that moment. Wanda needed to have you this was the closest she was going to get. Pride be damned.

The shared bedroom wall couldn't bear a greater contrast.

On one side, your clumsy, inexperienced fingers tried their hardest to bring you to an edge. An innocence a college would likely never see again. The other side, nibble, trained fingers that brought Wanda to orgasm more times than she'd ever admit. A dark, unwavering possessiveness that no one could match. One ignorantly waiting to be consumed by the other.

"No, please…"

Every little noise you let out was just fuel to the fire that was her lust, but your begging had uncovered something more. She could see you so clearly through the wall. Pussy slick and puffed up from your desperate attempts to get yourself. A growing wet spot between your legs. That absolutely adorable pout you made at the mere thought of being denied.

She needed to have you.

∞

"I want to be your girlfriend."

If you weren't face to face with pure, unfiltered possessiveness, you would've reminded Wanda the proper way to ask someone out. Teased her for being too up front and forgetting that America was a country less up front than Sokovia. But it was hard to do that when she had you pinned down against the bed and looked like she wanted to eat you alive. If your brain would function for a fraction of a second, you could answer her. You looked like a fish out of water. The dryness in your throat made you feel like one too. “What?” It was the only thing you could force out of your mouth at that moment. Far from what you wanted to say, but you were aroused by the reaction you received.

Wanda pushed further into you, her knee parted your legs. She was desperate at this point. “Please, god, I can’t stand the way she looks at you." Natasha was proving to be quite the pain in her ass. Wanda didn't mind you having friends, but Natasha couldn't seem to find her place. Touching you, flirting with you, kissing you. It was unbearable. "I promise I can treat you so much better, just give me a chance." Her eyes kept flickering down to your lips. Adorable, soft, and just as plump as always. Now they were dirty and Wanda was the only one who could clean them. "Just one, please."

Wanda's thigh is practically flush against your crotch and you're trapped against the bed. The way she talked about you was addictive. As if you were nothing more than property to be owned. Your parents had always taught you that people like that were dangerous. But Wanda wasn't just some person. She made you feel good. "That's…that's good, I'd like that." The words fell out of your mouth without an ounce of grace, but you didn't have much time to be embarrassed before Wanda kissed you.

It was overwhelming. You'd been kissed before. Short, sweet, and experimental. Wanda was different. Her hand pushed against the back of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to her. Any oxygen you managed to get into your lungs was stolen from you only seconds later. It was like she wanted to eat you whole. The kiss made you dizzy. If Wanda wanted to eat you alive, you were dizzy enough to let her do it. The only thing strong enough to remind how unprepared you were for it was the pure terror that ran through your veins when Wanda began unbuttoning your pants. "Wait, wait, wait," You rushed before pushing Wanda back from you. The concerned look on her face almost makes you feel guilty. "I've never.. y'know…" Your words trail off, but Wanda knew exactly what you meant.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, punishment for forcing herself onto you so quickly. She cleared her throat and guided her hands to the sides of your thighs. "Hey, that's okay," She said, voice soft and assuring. "I got a little carried away, that's my fault." Her hands shifted higher to the small of your back and pulled you forward. "Can I be your first then? I promise I'll work for it."

You weren't stupid. Promising your virginity was a crazy idea. There was always the chance you'd be nothing more than some twitched fetish and one of a million girls Wanda would bed. Wanda wasn't like that, you were sure of it. You didn't know it, but she was much worse than that. Foolishly, you nodded your head in agreement. "Okay, just be nice to me when you do please," You laughed dryly, too embarrassed to continue the conversation in detail.

The smile Wanda gave you was easily her most deceitful one yet. Nothing about those adorable bunny teeth or endless pools of green could ever prepare you for the insanity she harbored within. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against yours. "I promise I'll take such good care of you."

Wanda was easily the biggest danger on campus. There was nothing to protect you from but her. So of course, something had to be staged. After weeks of showering you with gifts and affection, her plan went into action.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday you went to work. Between the allowance your parents gave you and the ungodly amount Wanda would spend on you, you had just enough to keep your fridge stocked and your tank full. Of course, you liked to have your own money so you got a little part-time job. Though you looked absolutely adorable in your little uniform, Wanda couldn't have her precious baby working themselves to the bone. Killing two birds with one stone. Gaining your trust and scaring you out of that hellish job.

Pietro, always up for whatever evil schemes his sister had, simply had to stalk you. He had his fun with it. Stomping as he walked. Purposely slipping on rocks. Even hiding in alleyways after kicking something around. You were terrified. Yet, you were too stubborn to ever ask for any help. No matter how much you shook or stuttered, you held your ground. Eventually, his patience wore off and you forced his hand.

After your Friday shift, he chased you. Down the street, through every left turn, and even up the stairs of your dorm section.

You were too scared to pay attention to where you were going. Jamming your key into the first lock you came across. Though your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, You were grateful when the door swung open to reveal your beloved girlfriend. You forced your way through the door immediately and clung onto her for dear life. "Please, close the door! I think someone's following me," You sobbed into her chest.

"Shh, hey it's okay. I'm right here, everything is gonna be fine." Wanda spoke softly as she stroked the back of your neck. She swayed you back and forth until you calmed down enough to speak. It wasn't planned that Pietro would scare you that much, but getting the chance to coddle you wouldn't be passed up by her for any reason at all.

Just as she'd hoped, Brunhilde came stumbling out of her bedroom with a bat in hand. "What the hell's going on out there," She asked harshly. Her demeanor softened immediately.

"They said someone was following them," Wanda said, still holding you close to her chest.

It was rare to see you so shaken up by anything. By no means were you a soldier, but you looked absolutely terrified. She glanced up at Wanda, as if waiting for confirmation of sorts. "I'll go check if they're still outside. You two stay here," Brunhilde instructed before slipping on some shoes and speeding outside. It wasn't likely to be a successful search, but maybe she'd find something. A hat, their keys, something to identify that freak.

The thought of letting Brunhilde run out there by herself somehow scared you more than being hurt yourself. You attempted to push away from Wanda but she pulled you back with ease. "Wanda, I can't just let her walk around there by herself."

In any other situation, she would've been endeared by your determination to protect your friends. Right now, she was just frustrated. "Sweetheart, you're shaking. If you don't want Valk out there by herself, I'll help her look but I need you to calm down." She grabbed your wrist and raised it up so you could stop pushing against her. It's firm, but grounded you in a way. Without any effort at all, Wanda guided you to sit on the couch. "Now tell me what happened."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and scouted impossibly closer to your girlfriend. "They —I don't know who — were following and, and I thought if I ignored them that they'd leave me alone! But today they ran after me and I was so scared and I'm sorry I couldn't think of what else to do!" Before you knew it, you were back to sobbing. The only thing that brought you comfort was Wanda. Her smell, her touch, her voice. She was all you needed at that moment. "I should've changed shifts after the first night, I'm sorry."

Wanda froze. Sure, it was just an elaborate scheme, but there was no reason for you to be thinking like that. "Hey, don't say that," She whispered and cupped your chin. "I'll pick you up from work and then we'll figure it out from there." She kissed your forehead and pulled you into your lap. Wanda already had a plan. She'd pick you up from work a few times and then convince you to drop that shitty job and depend on her. It hurt to see you so upset, but how else could you be taught all you needed was her?

Eventually, Brunhilde came back and you settled down. Wanda insisted you spend the night with her. You were a little embarrassed at first, ashamed to seem weak and codependent. But the way Wanda guided you to the bathroom and helped you get ready for bed was addictive. Being coaxed into the land of dreams with her arms tightly wrapped around you and your head buried into her chest was like heaven. You felt safe.

"I want you to take my virginity."

Wanda's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "Like, right now..?"

"No, I mean if you want to…no, not right now, but when you want to."

You could feel Wanda's eyes boring into your soul. Even in the pitch black darkness you knew exactly how she was looking at you. With those blown out pupils that hid all the jade green in her eyes and them look like endless pools of blood. If you looked close enough, you could even catch the way her breath would become unsteady. She looked like a predator, and you were happy to be her prey.

∞

It had been weeks since you saw that look again and you missed it. You knew Wanda was hiding it from you. Even if you couldn't see her face, you could feel other things. The way her chest rose and fell with such instability. How her hands would grip your waist or venture almost too high. That unmoving bulge in her pants you were sure she was pushing against you on purpose.

For a moment, you considered just throwing yourself at her. Letting Wanda use you anyway she saw fit for as long as she wanted. If that wouldn't work, then you'd beg. Give her those puppy dog eyes she'd never say no to and whine about the ache growing between your legs. Fortunately, someone else pushed Wanda over the edge for you.

You don't know what happened exactly. One moment Natasha and Wanda were having a seemingly normal conversation. Then they just weren't. Silence fell over the entire party and Wanda dragged you out to her car before you could ask any questions. Even on the drive from Tony's house, Wanda stayed dead quiet. The only comfort you received was the possessive hand placed on your upper thigh.

"I had this whole date planned out, but no, your slutty little friend can't keep her hands to herself," Wanda grumbled bitterly as she dragged up to her dorm. "You're mine, I own you, and no one else can fucking have you!" Her grip was gentle despite her irritation. You weren't the problem. Natasha was. That girl had been a thorn in Wanda's side since the day they'd met. Natasha was always in the way. If she weren't your friend, Wanda would've handled her by now. Beaten, stabbed, and dismembered — internally out of the picture, but you cared about her too much.

Wanda swiftly lifted you onto the bed and pulled your ass flush against her hips. "I know I promised we'd be super romantic and I still want to, but I can't wait anymore." Her words sounded desperate and upset, but her eyes revealed true intentions. That look. You missed it so much. "I promise I'll make it up to you, I just need you. Right now."

The way her hands moved over your body was driving you mad. As if you were nothing more than the world's finest porcelain and would break at the slightest jolt. "Yeah, that's okay," You rushed out. Words couldn't describe how good it felt having Wanda's lips on yours. So warm and inviting and absolutely smothering yours. Yet, still somehow gentle. A shiver ran up your body as her hands went lower to unbutton your jeans. Without meaning to, your hips bucked forward. "Oh god, I'm sorry — I didn't mean to!"

A strangled breath made its way through Wanda's nostrils. Controlling herself was near impossible when you made noises like that. "No, no, it's okay. Just do what feels good," She said softly. "This is about what you want, I'm just here to give it to you." Undressing you was easy. She watched you do it yourself every night through cameras you were far too busy to notice. Wanda knew what you liked. How you couldn't get more than one finger inside yourself. The way you tortured yourself with unskilled hands. You could be so cruel to yourself sometimes, but it didn't matter now because she was there to make up for it.

Being naked in front of Wanda was embarrassing enough. It was only made worse by how Wanda had been completely dressed. "Can you take something off, please?" You reached for Wanda's shirt only for your hand to be swatted away.

"I don't need to be naked if I'm taking care of you." Wanda dropped to her knees and spread your legs before you could protest. She couldn't help but moan at the wetness between your legs. Her thumb slowly slid over the wet spot in your under as she littered kisses over your unclaimed thighs. "God, you look so perfect for me." She wanted you, she wanted you and nothing else in the world could make up for it. She wanted to have you collared, bred up, and bitten. That night, she just settled for stretching you out. She teased and praised until you had soaked through your underwear and were desperate for touch. "I think my baby's ready."

Your stomachs fluttered at the sound of her voice. Husky and desperate to have you. "I can take it…I promise." Even with the wetness that soaked Wanda's bed sheets and your thighs, she only gave you one finger. Slow and deep, careful not to break you — but you want to be broken. Your hips rolled forward, but were pinned down this time. A whine escaped your lips. "I thought this was about what I want? You just said I was ready!"

Wanda chuckled darkly at your brattiness. Still smart-mouthed and untrained. "I know what my baby needs, just relax." It felt like an eternity before Wanda graced you with a second of her long fingers. Still just as slow, but closer to what you wanted. They spread apart inside you without warning and Wanda was quick to note your whimpering. "See? It'll hurt if we go too fast. I don't wanna hurt you."

"What if I want it to hurt?"

There it was. That look. Dark, unhinged, and unfiltered. It made your walls clench around your lover's fingers. You hadn't a clue what Wanda was capable of but you wanted to see it so bad.

"Okay, fine." If you wanted rough, she could certainly give it to you. Wanda pulled her fingers out of your cunt and promptly shoved them into your throat. "Go on, suck. Show me the slut you wanna be so bad," She barked out as she began thrusting her soaking digits into your throat. It should've taken a lot more to break her restraint, but she was truly tired of waiting. "Oh, don't cry now. You wanted it rough!"

You gagged and drooled around Wanda's fingers, but you couldn't have been happier. To have Wanda staking her claim over you was a feeling like no other. Even as your lungs burned for oxygen, you focused only on Wanda's approval. You were more than a little disappointed when her fingers left your mouth without any hint of approval. "No, I can do better just- ah!" You flinched when the three of Wanda's spit covered fingers came down harsh against your clit. "Fuck, okay, sorry. I'm sorry."

Three of her fingers slipped into your cunt. All the softness she started with had disappeared and she was fucking you without restraint. "You're making such a mess, do you like it when I claim you? Because I love fucking you like this." Her fingers pushed further into you with every word she spoke. She had you. Your walls fluttered and clenched as she continued to pound into you. "Go ahead, cum. Cum so I can ruin this pussy and make it mine."

You let a near pornographic moan before releasing on to Wanda's hand. You didn't care about the wetness leaking from your cunt and onto Wanda's fingers, nor the fact Brunhilde may have still been in the dorm, not even the risk of being walked in by the RA could've stopped you from wanting Wanda. "More, please just one more. That's all I need…I swear."

Wanda eased her fingers out of you and placed them into her mouth. She made a show licking them clean. Groaning and rolling her eyes back as her tongue lapped up the juices on her fingers and palm. Her eyes made their way down to the sopping mess between your legs. Sensitive, puffy, and just begging to be bred. It wasn't fair, really. She was trying her best to control herself and you just seemed so adamant about destroying that. "I'm gonna put a baby in you."

Normally, you'd freak out. You both were far too young to be parents and even if you weren't — Wanda couldn't put one in you even if she wanted. However, the thought of it alone was enough to get you worked up again. You watched as Wanda got off the bed and dug through her closet. It took you a few moments to realize what she was getting. "Is it big?"

"Bigger than my fingers, that's for sure."

You groaned out in response.

That strap on was the start of a rather addictive problem, but neither of you knew that just yet. What you did know was that being stretched out felt amazing. The heaviness of Wanda's hips pushing the silicone toy deeper and deeper inside of you was heavenly. You knew Wanda was strong, but you never really got to see how much.

Strong enough to lift you up and force you to ride her strap it seemed. You were appreciative of it though. Being wrapped up in her arms and fucked senseless was amazing. The feeling of her muscles tensing and relaxing as they moved you over her dick was enough to send you into climax itself. "Fuck, Wanda!" You could feel your second orgasm coming up again but you weren't ready to end it just yet. Without thinking, you bit down on Wanda's shoulder and dug your fingernails into the side of her forearm.

"Fuck," Wanda moaned out and stopped for a second. Suddenly, the throb between her legs was a bit too much to ignore. "God, you really know how to fuck me up, don't you," She husked out the question and began rutting up into you. Her fingers tangled into your hair and forced you to bite back down on her shoulder. "That feels so good, keep it up."

Your teeth dug into Wanda's skin and enjoyed its salty taste. You fought hard to keep your orgasm at bay. Convinced yourself that if you held off, there'd be some reward for lasting so long. Unfortunately, Wanda had other plans in mind.

"I can't wait anymore sweetheart, I need my babies in you." She whispered so softly, you almost missed it. You didn't even have time to question what she meant before something sticky began coating your walls. The feeling alone was enough to send you flying into your orgasm. "God, look at you. Your tummy is getting so full," She whispered and pushed against the bulge forming in your lower abdomen. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when you bit into neck to keep yourself grounded.

Your hands clawed at Wanda's back and didn't stop until you came down from your high. All you could do was slouch against your girlfriend and hope she hasn't gone as limp as you did. For a moment, you stayed silent. Incapable of thought and entirely unsure of what to say. "Can I…can we stay like this? I like being full," You confessed with a voice you barely had. The confession made you bashful, but you were desperate to keep Wanda inside you.

Wanda gently rubbed your back. "We can stay here as long as you need." She slowly laid back, careful to move the strap only when she needed to. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips feeling the weight of your body on top of her. Her neck and back burned and would probably burn into the next day, but none of that mattered to her. She had you and that's all she ever needed. Natasha couldn't take you away from her and you'd never leave her. You'd be hers forever.

Whether you wanted to or not.

#holy fuck #the build up in this story 😚🤌🏻#wm

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arcticwm · 1 year

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Great, my girlfriend is a toddler

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: one curse word (I think), mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), and a lot of fluff

Summary: Reader is caught in a trap during a mission and ends up trapping herself in her five year old mind and body.

Author’s note: I know I basically just post incorrect quotes, but this idea came to me and I just had to write it. I won’t stop with the incorrects btw, and if you guys prefer I create a different blog to post these little stories just let me know. Without further ado, enjoy, and let me know what you think (this is my first time writing something like this too, so tips/remarks are always welcome).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the marvel characters.

(Picture is not mine, got it on pinterest)

“West wing clear”

“Basement clear”

“Guys I need some help here.”

You heard through comms as your teammates infiltrated the Hydra base.

It was a fairly simple mission, small base, so not that many enemies to fight off.

Keep reading

#SO SO CUTEEEE #tears in my eyes im having cuteness aggression #wm

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arcticwm · 1 year

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never.

ellie accidentally scares you. you leave. probably not the best idea you've had.

I hope y'all enjoy this!!!!! Lots of good stuff yknow getting dragged across the floor, threatened to be killed, yadda yadda (also ellie deals with some emotion heyyyyyy)

18+, wlw oneshot

word count: 5,992 (goddamn)

You knew she hadn’t meant to hurt you. You knew it had just been an accident, a slip of her claw against your throat that just so happened to be a little too deep, a little too bloody, a little too close.

She hadn’t meant it, really.

But fight or flight was a strong instinct. Your gut reaction was to run, and that you did. It hadn’t been merely fifteen seconds after the slice of her nail to your neck, the thin red line of your blood down your frontside, and your eyes went wide, glazed in animalistic fear, lip trembling in a quiet sob, your hands shaking, grabbing your phone and your keys and barreling out of the front door, leaving Ellie behind without even a glance backwards towards her. Of course, if it had been anyone else, she would have pounced, snarling, sinking gray teeth into their shoulder to bring them down like a lioness would a buffalo, for even daring to attempt to run from her.

But the only thing Ellie could fathom was how much she really didn’t want to see how your hand grasped at the bleeding wound she had inflicted, that fear in your eyes directed towards her, ever again.

Demons weren’t hardwired to feel remorse, or regret, or anything other than hatred, bloodlust. Any remnant of the woman she was, had been crushed into sawdust, thrown to the wind to be forgotten and forced down by time. Ellie could remember faint inklings of what guilt felt like deep in her soul, so riddled with disease and suffering it was difficult for her to recognize, but it was there - regret of a single mother that had been etched into her DNA, something not even the Necronomicon could take away or replace altogether. And that feeling, that sharp twinge of fuck what have I done I fucked it all up for good this time was an insistent voice gnawing in the back of her fucked up brain.

Needless to say, it was at moments like these where the ancient evil realized it was indeed quite sweet on you.

—

You weren’t really sure why you had run so quickly out of her apartment, weren’t familiar with the surge of explicit fear that had ravaged your body when she had, albeit accidentally, wounded you. You had never run from her before, not even upon your first meeting her, that sudden run-in after exploring the abandoned building and your curiosity had almost gotten you slaughtered. But at this moment your lizard-brain had decided to feel terror, and fight or flight had unanimously chosen flight.

Now, you just felt silly, the gash in your neck was much less a gash and more akin to a scratch that your cat would make; yes, Ellie had drawn blood but, considering her unique nature, was that really so out of the ordinary for her? The blood had stopped flowing nearly as soon as it had begun, and now you were halfway to your own apartment, white-knuckling your steering wheel and you wanted to literally die of embarrassment. Not only that, your mind refocused on poor Ellie, how awful did that make her feel? You sprinting out of her home, terrified over… what, exactly? Seriously, what the fuck?

The incident, although from the outside looking in, seemed very petty and minute, raised a relatively serious question about the nature of your relationship with Ellie - you two couldn’t have been more different, and sometimes the question of your compatibility for lack of a better term, arose. This only added to the equation - were you and Ellie truly too different from one another to even begin to try? The very thought in your head of never seeing her again made your stomach twist in nausea.

With an exasperated sigh you decided to continue to go home, now too embarrassed to face her and try to, probably badly, explain what just happened. She was an ancient demon, of course she wasn’t going to understand some dumb human’s flighty behavior, how sometimes things that didn’t bother you suddenly did bother you, how anxiety worked, all those boring human things that you just tried to keep to yourself. Being around Ellie could be difficult, to say the least - you weren’t exactly sure how much humanity the woman still had left, you weren’t sure how she would react to.. anything, really. Apparently, demons had good days and bad, just like people - sometimes Ellie was an absolute pleasure to be around, funny, playfully mean, even gentle and sweet at times. But other times, she was cruel, angry, sharp to the touch. On those days, you figured she was just hungry, or maybe something else. You knew she could get upset, could see it in how her head would jerk, her body twitched, her eyes glowed. Maybe, on those days, when Ellie was a little snappier than usual, a little more harsh, there was something human bubbling up inside of her, maybe she was trying to piece together the person she once was. Maybe existing in this world as something so old you couldn’t fathom, so divine in its own sick right, so otherworldly - maybe it hurt. Was Ellie in pain herself? Did her body ache, after so long of being used as a puppet, her arms and legs twisted and retwisted back together, stagnant scars weeping across her joints where she was first taken by the book? Was she burning? You didn’t like to keep those questions around.

Being close to, and especially sleeping with a thousands-of-years-old monster disguised as a pretty single mother was not something anyone had written a self-help manual about. It’s not like you could just hop onto the internet and google search my zombified demon girlfriend just drew blood while scratching me, should I be concerned she’s going to actually turn on me and eat me, or are my feelings totally invalid right now? and get hundreds of hits from Cosmo articles and women’s advice blogs.

You really were quite alone with this problem.

So you decided to stay home for the next two weeks, because your idea of facing a problem was more like doing the complete opposite and ignoring said problem until it disappeared. You at least attempted to live your normal routine, but you quickly found out Ellie had been your routine. You didn’t know what to feel, terrified Ellie was angry with you for leaving, terrified you broke her.. heart? The Deadite version of a heart? She hadn’t shown up or made herself known at all, no demon-related hallucinations of blood filling the bathtub or dead birds on your doorstep or even excess bugs in your home. Nothing. Regardless, you were too much of an anxious wimp to face her, to drive back to the apartment building on the corner on the far side of town, to simply take the broken elevator (broken for anyone but you) and burst through her front door and grab her shadowy face in your palms and kiss her like you’d never kissed her before, some attempt at an apology for running out on her in the first place.

You had thoroughly known Ellie was a monster when you first started becoming interested in her. You had known of her violent ways, of her summoning and chaotic nature, and in spite of that, because of that, you stayed by her side completely, a silent promise to her that you would never be pried away from her, not even if your human instincts kicked in. But here you were, alone, sinking into your unmade depression bed at near three in the morning, wallowing in self-pity for breaking your word to Ellie, for running, for not going back.

Despite feeling sorry for yourself, your feelings for the woman held fast, and soon enough you found yourself missing her terribly; you missed her fucked up jokes, that lingering scent of iron and rot and smoke that always dripped from the air, how there always seemed to be blood trickling from beneath her door, the stupid busted elevator and the stupid busted stairs and her stupid pretty face and her stupid pretty voice–

You probably broke ten different traffic laws just in your frantic drive from your apartment to hers.

You weren’t really sure what to expect when you got there - you decided to knock on her door rather than just barge in like you typically did, as you weren’t sure you’d even be welcome in her home anymore at this point - no idea of how an offended Ellie would react. Your thoughts of anxiety, nervousness that she no longer wanted anything to do with you, or that you may even be met with your blood-soaked end as soon as she realized you were here, were broken in place by the front door slowly creaking open by itself, controlled by Ellie, who was nowhere to be found in the front hallway of her apartment. There was this shrill cold in the air, blistering and dull, and it reminded you exactly of how it felt when you first met her, freezing, dark, empty.

But alongside that chill there was a familiarity, a sense of being called home as the door opened just for you, and you knew, then, she was the one beckoning you back to her, back to where you belonged. God, how you missed her.

You finally found her in the bathtub, filled with water, there was no telling how long she’d been cooped up in there; the water had long gone freezing cold, dark with the seepage that always flowed from her nostrils, her eyes, ears. It shook and splashed over the edge as she craned her body towards you, acknowledging your presence with a flash of bright eyes, clawed fingertips clutching the side of the porcelain tub and she stayed still for a moment, peering over at you standing helplessly small in the archway of the bathroom. Her scent was the strongest here, orange spice and rot, a smell you had come to want to delve yourself into at all times, save you were ever not near her for more than a few moments. You felt unbelievably tiny and minuscule at that moment; Ellie rose to her full staggering height, bones snapping into place, inhuman arching and joints popping and you could hear her spine creaking as her legs propelled her upright, water sloshing over and spilling onto the tattered old bathmat and she was petrifying, horror incarnate, death bubbling up as she stood, towering. Her worn-out button-down soaked through, clinging to her lithe body, translucent in places and you could see fragments of her ages old tattoos under the drenched fabric. Dull red hair flowed over her thin shoulders and her neck was gashed open and graying, her eyes boring into yours, some lifeless shade of diluted red-milk, filled to the brim with an emotion you weren’t quite sure how to interpret - anger, demonic rage at your leaving, but something sincere, a monster’s version of sparkling happiness that you had come back? You really couldn’t tell but the hairs on the back of your neck were alight and standing on end.

“Ellie, I,” the frightened squeak in your voice made you want to kick yourself, last thing she needed to know of was your fear at that moment. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to stay gone for so long–”

The sentence you attempted to utter out was viciously interrupted by Ellie suddenly falling down onto all fours, sending water flying across the room, hitting you in the face and she was crawling out of the tub, straight to you - an animal, an apex predator with its sight still as day right on your middle. Ellie’s movements were jerking, swaying, not complete movements but in pieces, her human facade barely clinging on to her. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, run from her and she grabbed onto your lower legs, nails digging painfully into your exposed skin, leaving tiny impressions of her claws as she clambered her way up to your face. Every part of your body she grabbed onto in her way up was set alight in a blaze and you felt her manipulating you back to her, you don’t need anyone else but me, stupid girl. You’re nothing without me. Nothing.

Her breath was sweet and hot panted right onto your face, her black hands wrapped around your temples, her eyes fiery and you felt your knees going weak as she lolled her tongue out, laving it across your cheeks in long swipes, leaving gray saliva dripping down your face, grunting and whimpering and her body shaking. She was licking you like you were her long-gone owner and she was some fucked up mutt, some hellhound sent to tear your soul down into the bowels of the earth. Maybe she was, and you found yourself not giving a shit, as long as she kept holding onto you the way she was.

You stumbled backwards, cautiously letting your own hands move to her hair, threading your fingers in the tangled locks there and you felt her body tense, freeze up for a split moment - and then she was violently shoving you down to the floor, your back slamming into the hardwood. You let out a shocked yelp on impact, and Ellie laughed meanly, both of her strong arms flying down on either side of your head, bracketing you in. The gold, tarnished jewelry around her neck dangled down onto your face, the cold chain scraping your cheek, your heart nearly breaking your ribcage in fear, in something else.

Heat and wet pooled in between your thighs at the sight and weight of her on top of you, and Ellie reacted as immediately as she understood - her nose was unlike anything in the entire animal kingdom, the scent of you heavy on her nostrils and her eyes turned near black, her body shaking with deep accusing laughter.

“I can smell how wet your cunt is, you filthy thing. Do you like that, sweetheart? When I push you around?”

Your throat was dry, your fingers scrambling for purchase against the floor. She was terrifyingly beautiful, necromancer of the sick feeling that bubbled in your spine when you were around her, your soul surely tainted and worn thin by her and you wanted it all more than anything you’d ever wanted before, wanted her more than you could muster.

“I’ll teach you to ever try to leave me again, you stinking slut. I’ll tear you to shreds if you ever think you can walk out like that again and I’ll leave you alive to feel it all.” She was roaring at that point, shrill shrieks vibrating your spinal cord, making your ears feel like a knife had been dug in and spun about, the entire apartment building seeming to shake in her wrath.

Tears of fright, of want, of building excitement boiled in your eyes, dripping down your face and Ellie leaned forward to lap at them, each touch of her tongue followed by a sweet kiss, direct contrast to her evil words she barked at you. You sniffled and nodded pitifully in understanding, unable to get any words to leave your trembling mouth.

Then she was literally dragging you, flipped over onto your belly like a shot deer, ankles in her inhuman grasp, across the floor. You inadvertently screamed out, her strength and the sharp tug of your very human, very fragile body across the wooden floor and over the area rugs decorating the apartment more than uncomfortable, to say the least. You could hear the demon’s growling and chittering mixed in with your noises of pain as you got dragged backwards by your feet into the living room, her nails drawing blood around your ankles and rug burn covering your frontside where your shirt had lifted. Your mind was in a hundred different places, instinctive human fear spreading through your nervous system but there was a more overpowering sense of arousal at Ellie’s blatant violence, her uncaring attitude and the forceful way she had pulled you from the bathroom to quite literally throw you onto the threadbare couch with a quiet grunt from your throat.

“You’re mine. You and that vile, spoiled cunt of yours. You are mine, and you always will be,” she snapped her teeth in exasperation. Her words were misshapen, the syllables off ever so slightly, giving away how far she truly was from any semblance of human anymore, the letters stripped to their raw sounds and you could see Ellie’s building frustration in her inability to speak fluidly. In that moment, you splayed atop of the sofa, her kneeling in front of you, hands clutching both of your knees, there was a flash of pain in her gaze, a worry that was almost not so alien - something you yourself could recognize. A silent plea that you really were here, and you weren’t going to leave again, and god it had been so long since she had felt any humanity left in her but alas, there were remnants - and she felt those remnants when she looked at you. No kandarian curse could ever take you away.

Ellie couldn’t apologize to you. But she could make it up to you in so many other, better, ways. And for you, that was okay.

Pulling herself up to meet your eye level, her face centimeters from your own, she kissed you - and it was as if the world outside went black, the switch turned off, no noise, no sight, nothing. Suddenly you remembered exactly why you kept coming back here, to this condemned place, to this literal evil, letting it take you over and over, and it was her - you wanted to touch her and trail your fingers through her hair and over her pretty shoulders, down her back and press your lips to every piece of her body and make her shudder your name but you held yourself back, for now. Let yourself be ravaged by this beast because you had an understanding of that is what Ellie needed, then - was for you to lie still and let yourself be worshiped by this repulsive god, to let her remind herself that yes, you were hers and no, you weren’t going to leave her ever again. This was your apology to her.

“I should bite you, here,” a sharp claw caressed the bob of your throat, the exact place where only a handful of days ago she had accidentally scratched, as she pulled away from your lips, tickling the frail skin there. Her face was slightly shrouded by the darkness in the living room, moonlight casting eerie shadows across her angular face. Her eyes were literally glowing, worked up, angry, aroused.

“Bite you, drain all of your blood out, hm? Let you flop in it like a dying fish. I could. So easy. Like biting through but-ter.” a soft, warbled chuckle that went straight to your soaked pussy. Her brow arched.

“I could just drink you down. ‘Til you’re nothing. Nothing but a dried up corpse. I just want a little taste, baby girl.” you sighed raggedly, her body pressing forward into yours until she was draped over you, her mouth directly next to your face. You could feel her breath against the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“Won’t you let me have a taste, sweetheart?”

The vertebrae in your neck popped with how quickly you nodded your head, exhaling hard, involuntarily leaning back into the worn couch, opening yourself up to her - and isn’t that what you always did? No matter what the woman did, no matter how much blood was spilled, how many bodies lay in her wake, you were there, willingly by her side. Internally, you were no less evil than Ellie - in fact, moreso. At least Ellie was more akin to an instinctive predator than a soft-willed human like yourself.

That internal monologue was quickly chased away by Ellie’s nose, pointed and probing, starting at the underside of your chin and following a hot trail down your frontside. The curve of your throat, dipping into the indent of your chest plate hitting your collarbones, down in-between your nipples - she paused there, moving her head side to side to leave a wet press of her lips to both areola - sniffing down, through the valley of your ribcage, the line of your belly, tonguing your navel. Nipping at your lower stomach pudge, she panted and huffed like a foxhound on a scent, chattering her teeth and her hands were following shortly behind her nose, running her palms down your arms by your sides, flowing down your hips and settling in-between your legs, claws biting at your inner thighs. You watched helplessly as her powerful body moved with her, arching backwards so she had enough room to pry herself between your knees, once again taking her place knelt before you. It was some type of magic, seeing such a being as Ellie knelt in front of you, but you knew - you absolutely were not, never, in charge here. Her eyes fluttered, long lashes battering, her expression near soft and giving as her nose ended its pursuit and landed right at the apex of your thighs - pressed right at the ridge of your clothed cunt, she took a long drag of an inhale of your scent, eyes rolling. Ellie stared up at you like a wolf, bloodshot eyes unblinking and arrow-sharp right into your own. You could do nothing but simply stare back.

In a whirlwind of movement, Ellie maneuvered her way closer to you, using a clawed finger to virtually rip your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop, the sound of the fabric pulling and tearing hitting your ears before a whoosh of cold air hit your now exposed skin. Your head went back against the arm of the couch and you gasped harshly as she took no time, no teasing, no soft caresses or build-up - her mouth dropped open and went forward, taking the entirety of your cunt in, nose pressed to your mound and her tongue opening you up to her, one long, hard sucking pull of your flesh. Trembling legs were weighted down by Ellie’s large palms, keeping you still and in place to accept all of her intrusion; she was rough, careless in her treatment of your pussy, biting and slurping as hard as you could handle, obscene noises and your startled cry of pleasure enticing her to go harder, faster. She was lulling you into another dimension, another universe where it was only her and you, her tiny human pet, for all of eternity.

Stars twinkled behind your eyelids, white hot and yellow shrapnel; the demon’s mouth was unlike anything you’d ever felt, somehow blazing hot and numbing cold at the same time. It was like your body was set ablaze under a glacier of ice, spiraling, falling into some deep dark unknown, only for her to grab you back into her embrace, holding you tightly to her chest. She would let you fall but never allow you to break, not altogether anyways, piecing you back with every dig of her nails, every swipe of her black tongue against your exposed clitoris.

You gained enough confidence to crane your head down to see how she was latched onto your core, nose flaring as you saw that she was already looking directly at your face, all half-lidded eyes and drawn in cheeks and hair tousled around her pretty face, hands gripping your outer thighs, thumbs moving in slow, dangerous circles there. You wished you could imprint that image of Ellie between your legs forever, burn it into your retinas to witness again, and again, and again. Ellie may have been ancient, disgusting, a bundle of pure chaos, but to you, she was the most perfect being you could ever conjure up in your diseased reality.

“Oh god, Ellie–fuck, please, more, more,” you begged, voice splintered. A thin smirk quirked up the corner of her mouth; she shook her mighty head back and forth, purposefully slow as to keep you as on edge as possible - she never gave you outright what you wanted, no - you had to plead with your life to get anywhere near what you truly desired. It was her sick, twisted little game, and you either played, or got nothing, and you couldn’t handle having nothing from her.

“You only get what I choose to give you, slut. Look at you, begging for more like a starved animal,” Ellie’s voice telepathically rattled in your brain, bouncing off every neuron, alighting every nerve rushing down to even your fingertips, her mouth never stopping its onslaught of your cunt. Bits and pieces of her words were unintelligible to you, spoken so sweetly in some language you didn’t know, something as old as the solar system itself; a demonic, otherworldly font, known only by those possessed, transcribed on the very pages that brought her here. The mix of this unknown jargon that seemed to come from every corner of the room at the same instant, had your ears throbbing, spliced in with her words of fucked up sweet nothings - tied together with the beat of her tongue across your clit, lips suckling at your dripping folds; you tensed, hardly able to breathe through it all, the chanting of obscenities blossoming into praise, and with one final swipe of her mouth between your thighs you were coming, hips stuttering and pushing against her face, pieces of her name between your lips. She drank it all down, swallowed you up, sucking til you were near crying, your hands desperately attempting to push her face away to no avail; she would continue as she damn well pleased, only stopping until she’d had her fill of you.

But oh, she wasn't done with you quite yet.

Pulling back from you spit-slick core, your own wetness and saliva leaving a thin line from her lower lip to your flesh, Ellie’s eyes glowed under the darkening light in her apartment, a slow sultry journey up your body once more, stopping to bite here and there, a kiss or two at your abdomen. Your head lolled back in exhaustion.

“Mine, mine, all mine. Always mine.” mumbling to herself, half spoken, half conjured in your mind. “Not finished making you mine, little thing.”

With that, you were being grabbed, hoisted upwards into a sitting position, knees pressed to the couch cushion and your arms out in front of you, hands forcefully moved to hang on to the armrest before you. You hadn’t even the time to recuperate, still your pounding heart from your previous orgasm and here she was, bending you into some other form to do god knows what to you. But you were pliant, willing, happily allowing her to mold you into whatever she wanted, because this is what she wanted, needed, of you - relinquish your control to her, and she would be your lifelong protector, partner, a twisted facsimile of a best friend.

“There you go. My good girl. So ready for me,” her voice so sweet, contrasting how absolutely terrifying she truly was; a large hand enveloped your chin, turning your head to the side so she could swathe her lips across your cheek, reaching your mouth to kiss you as if you’d disappear into thin air if she didn’t. Her mouth was still wet from your pussy, your salty taste lingering on her gray lips. The room spun in your cloudy vision as she released you, urging your body up a tad, just enough for her to slip down behind you, sliding beneath your raised hips - the upper portion of her face visible beyond the softness of your belly as you shifted your gaze downward, her crimson hair a halo around her shining eyes.

You involuntarily flopped forward, arms quivering, hands grasping at the fabric of the armrest as Ellie snaked her own arms around your upper thighs, efficiently anchoring you down, her strength frighteningly more than your own as you flexed and realized you genuinely could not move an inch from where she wanted you. Anticipation boiled your spinal cord and she yanked you down, like a cinder block in lakewater, delivering your cunt right to her open mouth.

“Ffffuck, Ellie, ohmygod,” rough pants and whines slipped from your tongue as hers was winding up inside of you, licking deeper than she had been, as gravity opened you further - alighting nerves you weren’t aware you had, your clit swooning over the tip of her nose.

“I am God. Only me. Only me. Only me.” archaic, deep chanting in-between laps at your pearl, eyes igniting with some sinister brine, you had no choice but to sit there and take all she gave you, the drawing of your folds into her freezing mouth and swirls of her pitch-dark tongue over, across, back to back on your most nerve-filled, overly-sensitive spot. You knew Ellie enjoyed pushing you to the absolute edge, testing your human limitations and picking you apart, lick by lick, until you were crying, screaming, babbling her name and bygone texts she had imprinted in your soul. Head thrown to the heavens, pleading, practicing dark prayers to whatever fucked-beyond-belief god that would listen - and it was her whose ears your shaky words fell upon.

But through it all, despite the iron grip across your thighs, she allowed you one small victory; grinding your hips across her face, fucking her tongue exactly where you needed it most. She ate you down as roughly as asphalt because she needed to stitch your taste upon her mouth, regardless of the festering demon she needed to know you were hers, in every sense - only she could make you feel this good, only she could take you like this. Had you actually left for good, it very well might have been the end for Ellie, or at least, any semblance of Ellie that remained. Hell itself may have come and swallowed her back down, just as she was swallowing your cunt.

Your eyes transfixed themselves back down upon her, sweat beading along your hairline, your hips aching with every thrust forward but it wasn’t enough. Obsidian blood vessels deepened across Ellie’s neck, shoulders, cheeks - you were hotly aware of your second orgasm inching closer in your abdomen, and so was she; she could feel every molecule of your body, alight with dopamine, and it was as if she could feel when you came as much as you could. Somehow you were both connected, a dull red string from her to you, in every sense. When Ellie fucked you she planted little shards of herself deep within, tiny jet-black crumbs of kandarian evil sprouted in the marrow of your bones, the pulses of your heart. When Ellie made you hers, she was truly remodeling the very innards of who you were - and you went down with no fight.

“You won’t ever leave me again. You are nothing without me.” the whispered voice in your head was angry, a quiet rage, a fury she kept with her at all times, waiting to be unleashed, always teetering on the edge.

Ellie’s body was trembling underneath you, taught with pent-up desire to give you everything she had, to keep you as close as physically possible, her legs drawn up, bent at the knee - your own hands swayed backwards to grasp onto her kneecaps, using her legs as a brace to thrust your lower body harder, faster against her face. Her nails scraped harder over your thighs in approval at your touch. You were a mess, panting, drooling, unable to form articulate sentences without blabbering.

“Ellie, please, that’s so fucking good I’mgonnacome–”

Upon your announcement you felt her smile lewdly, focusing her entire mouth solely on your clitoris, alternating between harsh pulls with her teeth and softer sucks against it, humming praise through her throat, the vibrations shuddering through your entire body. Your eyes were white, rolled back like marbles and you fell forward, hands flying to her hair - your body wanting to keep her where she was, that perfect spot, holding her face in place and red locks tangled in your shaking fingertips. This time, she didn’t reprimand you for moving her where you needed her; her repeating chant of mine mine mine mine never escaping the turntable in your ears.

Huffing and whimpering your way through the throes of your climax, Ellie’s mouth still molded perfectly to your cunt, slurping and open-mouthed kissing you through it, a literal supernova of light ricocheted up and down your back, sending sparks to your fingers, your toes, directly into your bloodstream - fire and ash and pure energy balled up in your throat and you could feel your legs buckling and your hips churning but weren’t aware of it in that moment. Only the sharp pang of bliss that barreled through your body, and the woman beneath you that was responsible for it. Ellie’s cruel laughter echoed through your skull, only egging on the process and you eventually rode it out, and slumped forward with a pained, overspent noise.

Exhaustion overtook your senses, your body unraveled and thoroughly used, your legs cramping and fatigued. Cold hands helped you move so that you were on your back on the couch looking up, and all you saw was her, face drenched in you and her eyes were luminous, gleaming rays of blacklight and her expression was softened a bit from earlier. There wasn’t that harsh spiral of fury at the front of her eyes; it had since been tucked away for later, and now she allowed you to finally breathe, to finally relax.

“Don’t leave again. I won’t have it,”

There was a scarce sincerity in Ellie’s face, her features blurred and gentle by the moonlight that was soaking the living room, dancing shadows and ghosts alight in the backdrop of where you both sat. She was so beautiful, delicate-looking, even; high cheekbones and sharp, attentive eyes. You sat up to rest on your elbows, mesmerized with how the panes of light illuminated her hair, the indents of the knuckles across her long hands as she wrapped them around your face, cold palms shaking with an inhuman flutter. For a split second, she was human again, pleading with her lover to stay, please don’t leave me. I have nothing, I have no one without you. Stay.

One of your own hands came up to rest against hers, clutching it tightly, the bones beneath her thin skin poking through like spider’s legs. You shook your head no, I will never leave you ever again, I promise and that promise was final, eternal. Longer than a lifetime you had sold your soul over to her, given it willingly. She could bite and tear and rip you limb from limb but in your sick mind it was her way of loving you, of adoring you, devoting her soulless heart to you and you could do nothing but accept it. Wanted nothing but her, regardless, because of, what she was.

“Never, Ellie, I promise I’ll never leave. I promise. I’m so sorry, please, forgive me–”

But she shushed you, gently, as a mother would her weeping child. Swept you up in a tight embrace, her arms cradling you around your back, palms flat against your shoulder blades. Her nose nuzzled into your neck, tickling the skin there, and you welcomed her in entirely, pressing forward against her, never close enough. Despite this sudden display of gentleness, you could still feel her claws against your back, pressing just hard enough for you to purposefully feel them. You could still hear her growling, not directly from her throat, but embedded in the very cells of your brain, a dangerous warning.

Leave again, sweetheart, and I’ll decorate this apartment with everything that is inside of you.

#chefs kiss #SO SO GOOD #ellie x reader #ellie evil dead

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Evil Dead Rise | Deadite! Ellie x Female Reader

Summary: Being a babysitter for a single mom and her three kids shouldn't be this scary.

(Plotline follows the plot of the movie except the kandarian demon wins, of course.)

Warnings: Very nsfw, a lot of gore, oral sex, age gap, dub-con, multiple character deaths, and the kandarian demon is his own warning.

"See, doesn't this look so much better?"

You put the pink barbie hair brush on the table and handed Kassie her amalgamation of a plaything. Sitting on your lap were clumps of blonde plastic doll hair. The other two children looked at their younger sister and smiled at her profound weirdness for her self crafted guardian, 'Staffanie'.

"If she hurts someone with that, I'm blaming you." Beth took a look at your handiwork and simply shook her head.

"I'm also blaming you!" Ellie's playful voice chimed in from the kitchen. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like forever. Her piercing blue eyes were so beautifully expressive to you. They made every little expression she made for each of her different emotions look so elegant. You could only dream of having eyes like hers.

The eye contact between you two broke when Beth picked up her backpack and started passing around gifts. She handed you a rusty silver keychain that was in the shape of a guitar.

"Sorry, I got caught in the rain with this one. My bag was drenched." She clenched her stomach in pain and hunched over.

"Hey, you good?" You gave her a questioning look, and she offered you a pitiful smile. "Ate some shitty foreign food." You didn't question her further and the conversation moved on to the topic of Ellie's freshly dyed hair. Everyone at the table complimented her on it, but when it was your turn, her children looked at you with knowing faces.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I got this for your dad." Beth pridefully brandished the cheap tourist mug at the table, and everyone's faces fell flat.

"Uh, I'm going to take the kids to get pizza…" You expected Ellie to give you a look of approval, but she only kept her intense stare with her sister. There was a lot of sorrow and hurt within her eyes.

"Danny can do it. You can go home for the night. Thank you." The way she said was completely robotic and monotone, she was clearly upset, and you didn't want to press her on it. She hired you to babysit the kids while she worked, and that's all your job was, nothing more and nothing less.

Feeling out of place, you said goodnight to everyone, grabbed your stuff, and left. You weren't going to debate with her as they weren't your kids, and you've only known them for a couple of months. You had just moved in and needed a cheap enough place to stay that you can balance with your college tuition when she offered you the job.

Ellie couldn't afford to pay you after the first month, but you still stayed and helped out. With not having any kids of your own and barely knowing anyone in the city, you felt like you had a genuine family and a home away from home. You'd be a complete liar if you said you didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for the single mother.

You got in the elevator and watched as the kids came running behind you. They all had somber faces, but it was Kassie that leaned her face into your side and let you hold her until the elevator stopped at your floor.

"Don't fuck the pizzeria up please I like eating there too. Call me when you get back in the house." With that their eyes perked up and brightened and they all had smiles once again. The elevator closed behind you and you let your shoulders slump. You put the key in your apartment door and didn't even have to look in the mirror beside your front door to know your eyes were watery and you were moments from crying.

You felt like such an idiot, she hadn't even divorced yet, she was practically your boss, and she was old enough to be your own mother yet here you were catching feelings like they were sicknesses. You threw your guitar keychain against the wall and buried your face into your couch.

You were going to sleep this off. Yeah, that's exactly what you were going to do. Just get up in the morning and do your online classes while babysitting the kids and hope that this would all be swept over in the morning.

You hadn't even realized you dozed off face down on the couch until the room shaking awoke you. With hair strewn wildly across your face, you got down on the ground and braced yourself for the earthquake. When it was over and you were still alive you almost thanked God until you realized the kids had never called you to let you know they were home and the Earth had just decided to fucking shake a few moments ago.

With shaking hands, you snatched your phone off the floor and panicked when you realized there was no service. This was common after earthquakes but not at all good in your predicament. You left your stuff, and more than likely, your front door unlocked and ran upstairs just to see the kids coming out of the elevator.

"You're alright!" You were practically going to hug them until Ellie took all three of them into a tight embrace. Her black flower tattoo displayed beautifully on her arm as she pulled Danny closer.

Before you could back up, she used her left hand to give you a gesture indicating you to come over and join the hug. She didn't have to ask twice because you were over there in an instant. Her arm wrapped around you, and she pulled you tighter into the hug with the kids.

As the kids headed back into the apartment, they were complaining about the dropped pizza and you were going to go in too until Ellie stopped you. She gave her sister a look, telling her to go inside and give the both of you a minute alone.

"Listen I-"

"Wait. Let me speak."

She interrupted you by putting her finger in the air.

"You need to get some sleep. You look tired as hell. Get some sleep, and I'll call you later, or I'll go down to see you, and then we can have this conversation. Sounds good?"

You were too stunned to speak, so she put both of her hands around the sides of your head and made you nod 'yes' to her question.

"Now go get some rest." The way she leaned in was so close that your lips were almost touching. She was quite taller than you, so if you wanted to let your lips meet hers, you'd have to stand on your tippy toes to compete with her god-given model height.

With that, you went back downstairs feeling like you were on cloud nine without even having to get a kiss. Just the implication was enough for you. It was almost pathetic. You could bet you even had a bit of a skip in your walk as you returned back to your apartment. Once you got in, you took a hot shower and changed into some fresh pajamas. You were going to watch a movie, but there was still no service or cable connection.

You grabbed a couple of your textbooks and dropped them on the bed with a sigh. Ellie told you to get some rest, but you were far too excited to sleep. She told you she'd either call you or come see you after the kids were asleep and that had your all nerves on high alert. For her to think you'd go to sleep after hearing something like that was comical.

After a while you had your phone sitting on your desk far away from you so you could get some work done without having to check to see if you had service or see the time to see if there was still a chance of Ellie coming.

You had no indication of how time was passing unless you wanted to measure your growing anxiety and fatigue. It was getting to the point that it was becoming difficult just to keep your eyes open. They felt heavy, and if you didn't focus hard enough, you were sure you were going to fall asleep right there.

A gentle knock at the door startled you momentarily. That wasn't Ellie's usual knock, so you disregarded it to probably a tenant knocking at the wrong door.

The knock came again, albeit much more forceful this time.

"Ellie?" Your question sounded much more excited than you intended to out loud, and you were hoping she wouldn't think youb being too giddy about this whole thing was obnoxious. You got closer to the door and tried to look through the peephole. Someone's hand was clearly in front of it. There was nothing but darkness in what should have been a well lit hallway.

"I'm sorry I left you waiting, I had to do some laundry, and the kids wouldn't go to bed." Her voice sounded relatively normal, but something was clearly off.

"Are the lights out cause I can't see out of the peephole?" You had to pause for a minute and realize what you've just said. There was no reason to feel like you needed to see out of the peephole to let Ellie in. You two have known each other for months, and you trusted her. All that and yet your gut was still telling you that you needed to see who you were unlocking the door for.

"No, the lights are fine. And isn't it too late to start playing peekaboo?"

Her last remark sounded rather sarcastic, and you began to feel bad about making her wait. Carefully, you undid the door lock and the dead bolt and allowed the door to swing open. You felt too embarrassed about the whole situation and what happened earlier to even look at her when she came in.

She closed the door behind herself, and you plopped down on the couch. You moved your textbooks off the other side of the couch and stared at the black TV screen.

"So, uh- about earlier, I'm really trying not to get involved more than I already am, but -"

You were cut off when you started to smell something odd in the room. You sniffed the air more intently for a moment. Something just didn't smell right. The air smelled rotten if that was even how you'd even describe it. There was also something lingering with it, possibly sulfur. You finally turned around to look at her. She was staring dead in your face, as well as being much closer than you expected her to be.

You quickly got off the couch and your jaw practically dropped. You backed up from the sight in front of you and knocked a glass vase off the living room table. Shards of glass sprinkled themselves across the floor at your feet upon impact. You wanted to scream, but no noise would leave your mouth.

What stood in front of you was not Ellie. It was just wearing her as a costume for the time being... She was soaked in water, and her hair was practically still dripping onto the floor as if she had just taken a shower in all her clothes. Dark red splatters coagulated against her skin. It looked clumpy and uneven in some areas, meaning it was possibly a mixture of blood and scattered pieces of flesh.

Her face appeared gaunt and hollow, and those once beautiful eyes of hers were sunken and looked somewhat swollen. Her face stayed in the same expression you saw while you were sitting on the couch. She had the widest smile you've ever seen her with. It looked utterly unnatural, and like her skin was pulled in that direction.

"What were you saying again?" When she held out her hand to gesture for you to continue talking, you could see that it was visibly coated in blood.

She had a set of uneven black long claws on her fingers. Her nails were nothing like that when you saw her earlier. They looked like they belonged to some kind of feral animal, and they looked abhorrently dangerous.

"Ellie what happened to you-"

"-Finissssh what you were saying."

Her voice was abnormally deep and distorted, just hearing it made you feel like you should have dragged your own nails through your face until you felt bone. Tears began to fall from your eyes, and that only made her smile even wider.

"I was saying t-that, I don't want to get too involved in your life and with your kids." Her fingers indicated for you to go on, and you did.

"It's just- I like you, I always have."

Your hands went to your face to wipe off the assault of tears that were hurdling down. Ellie's smile dropped, and her facial expression fell flat. Her eyes were completely unreadable. It was almost like she was dead. She was silent for a moment, staring at you in an unnatural and unnerving way.

"That's so sweet of you to say… I'll pass the message down to Ellie and her fatherless children in hell."

You could feel your back press up against the wall as you wanted to do nothing more to put distance in between you and whatever this thing was. It seemed like the more you moved away from Ellie, the closer she would get to you, as if you two were moving in sync.

"What the fuck are you?!" That felt like a stupid question to ask as you weren't even sure if you wanted the answer. You could see a box cutter sitting on the window sill to your left, and you slowly moved in the direction while making sure to keep eye contact with this intruder.

"Where are the kids?" Your voice cracked up with a whine as it felt like your heart was sinking. Ellie, not answering either of the questions, caused you to sob and clench your chest. It just stood there and stared at you, as if this was funny to it. Once you were finally in front of the window, you gripped the box cutter tightly and held it behind your back.

The closer she moved toward you, the more of her you could see. Just looking at the open wounds and gashes on her made your stomach clench in disgust. There was a severed finger hanging on what appeared to be a tendon attached to her foot. The finger was small…

"Don't come any closer!" You held up the box cutter and ejected the blade. Ellie was unphased by your threat as she stepped slowly onto the shards of glass from the shattered vase. Her smile remained unwavering as the glass crunched under weight, and the soles of her feet began to bleed.

Her clawed bloody hand snatched up yours in what felt like the pins and needles against your skin from how tight of a grip she had. The grip made your hand squeeze painfully around the silver box cutter. The screams you let out were so loud as you hoped you woke up someone, anyone to come help you.

Involuntarily, your hand holding the box cutter began to move toward her face. All you could do was wince and look away as she made you carve into the delicate flesh of her forehead. The sounds of skin ripping under the blade felt like listening to nails on a chalkboard. You looked up at her and saw she had used your hand to carve a giant thick pentagram into her face.

The cackle she let out was so distorted and broken up that it sounded like she was choking. Her clawed hand wrapped around your neck, making you drop the box cutter, and she lifted you up and pinned you against the window. You shut your eyes tightly and tried to force yourself to believe you were sleeping and that this was all one long bad nightmare.

An impossibly long tongue slipped out of her mouth, and it grazed against the side of your face. Her licking you was only the dreaded reaffirmation you needed to know that this was in the real world and not your imagination.

"You think I can't smell that?" The expression of confusion was evident on your face while she held you up even higher.

Ellie took a long, deep inhale of the air before she exhaled. She did it again before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Droplets of blood from freshly carved pentagram in her face leaked into her corneas and made it appear like she was crying blood. You had no idea what she was smelling in the air other than the putrid, metallic smell of the trail of blood she brought into your home.

"You reek of sin." She used her free hand to drag her claw up your leg and before stopping at your inner thigh. The burning sting of your skin being sliced made your knee jerk into her stomach, and she promptly responded by banging your head against the wall.

She resumed what she was doing prior to assaulting you, and you tried your hardest to stay still.

One of her bloody clawed fingers slipped into your pajama shorts, and you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your legs shut.

"Uh-uh." She shook her finger at you in response, and her smile only deepened until you could see the internal pink muscles of her cheeks.

"You shut your legs now as if you weren't about to spread them for this whore." It would be fraudulent denial to act like you weren't the slightest bit aroused when you heard Ellie at the door, you thought you'd be getting laid not having to be battered around by this blood soaked pretender.

"You're not Ellie!"

"Does it matter?" The tone of her voice switched to its normal sound and depth as if this thing was trying to manipulate you. You were going to protest further until her hand creeped deeper into your shorts while you had your guard down, making you yelp. Her fingers ghosted over the folds of your cunt as you struggled desperately to get away.

"I slit the groupie's unborn bastard baby from the womb of her corpse, and I'll rip yours open next."

Within an instant you stopped moving and remained entirely limp under her grasp.

"See, now you're being good. Remember, only good girls get rewarded."

Your jaw dropped when she said that, as you would frequently tell the youngest child Kassie to prevent her from getting into physical altercations with her siblings with the promise of her favorite candy.

"I don't have any candy, but I may just let you walk away alive to tell their story." Ellie's sing-songy voice made you feel like that statement was a complete lie.

You responded in silence, and that made her giggle. It was Ellie's giggle, but the person holding you against the wall wasn't Ellie. They may have looked and sounded like her, but there was no indication of life behind those glassy eyes.

Slowly, she loosened her grip around you, and you began to slide down the window. You butt hit the window sill, and your back pressed back against the glass panes only to hear the wooden frame creak. This was an old and cheap apartment building, and you both knew that there was no way the window would support your weight being pressed against it.

"Imagine falling from this height." You didn't have to imagine it because your brain had already pictured the hundred different scenarios that could lead to you falling to your death. Her comment sounded more like she was curious about seeing you splatter and turn into a red stain on the pavement of the alleyway rather than a threat.

You were snapped back to reality when your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs. Ellie sank down onto her knees, and both of your legs were pulled up around her shoulders. There was literally nothing you could do to get yourself out of this. There was no way you could save yourself because it's not like you even knew what this damned thing really was.

Her unnaturally long tongue creeped out of her mouth, and it slowly started lapping at your wet heat. This thing, it was teasing you. You were dripping wet, and it was going to tease you. It banged your head against the wall, crushed your hand, sliced open your thigh with one of its claws, and it was going to sit here and tease you… All while masquerading around in Ellie's body.

You bit your lip to keep a whimper from escaping your mouth and let your head hit back against the window panel. The window frame gave you another warning creak, and you just about sobbed. Ellie paid your crisis no mind as she used her tongue to rub wet circles around your clitoris.

Her tongue appeared incredibly darkened in color to the point it looked black, and the saliva dangling around it was abnormally thick. It was almost like a slime. It had been a while since you'd touched yourself, so your body felt far too sensitive for its own good. This senseless pleasure, unfortunately, did not distract your mind from how you would meet your impending death.

This thing in Ellie's body was just aching to kill you, and you doubted that letting it touch you like this would change its mind. For something so dangerous, she was using her tongue against you rather softly. The lewd noises that your body made in response to her generous licking held a veil of shame over your face. You've just never felt so conflicted like this.

When the tips of her black claws pierced your thighs, it was almost like she was reminding you not to get too comfortable. Your head practically slammed itself against the window when she thrusted her unusual tongue into your pleading hole. Several gasps left your lips as her tongue explored you internally and teased the insides of your walls, making your nails dig into the wooden window sill.

The window gave you another warning creak, and this one was far louder than the others. One of her hands left from around your thighs and relocated to between your legs and resumed the same movements her tongue did around your clitoris just this time, it felt much more aggressive. Her thumb applied pressure around your sensitive bundle of nerves while her tongue danced along the flesh of the insides of your walls.

That dead expression in her eyes never changed throughout any of this, those soulless blue orbs stared at you so intensely that you were worried at any moment she'd change her mind about sparing your life. The pace of her thumb quickened, and that familiar knot began to form in your lower stomach, indicating that you were getting close to climaxing.

Slowly but steadily, you were tetering at the brim of being on the edge of orgasming. Just when you could feel your cunt start to clench up, her tongue poked and prodded at your g-spot and as a response the muscles of your pelvis tightened up and you came brutally with a rocking of your hips. You could feel the gush of your release start to drip down over your puckered hole.

Without a warning, she completely stopped everything she was doing and removed her tongue from your slick heat.

"What did I do -"

A clawed hand tangled itself into your hair, and you weren't allowed to resist when she forced both of your mouths to connect. The pressure of the added weight against the window caused the glass panes to crack. That darkened black tongue slipped into your mouth and forced itself down your throat. It felt like she was trying to suffocate you to death with it. The taste of blood and the juices of your release overwhelmed the senses of your tastebuds.

The taste was intoxicating, and the lack of oxygen was making you feel lightheaded. After that, even your jaw was beginning to hurt. She yanked her tongue out of your mouth abruptly, and you watched the long appendage slowly slide back into her mouth. Those empty eyes stared at you for a moment without saying anything. You feared for the worse and tightly shut your eyes, praying that maybe the window would collapse before this thing could do whatever it had planned for you.

"I think I'll keep you."

#holy shit #this is so evil … I LOVE IT #I NEED HER SO. BAD YALL DON’T UNDERSTAND #i need more omg #ellie x reader #ellie evil dead

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arcticwm · 2 years

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You're Home

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Only, Soft!Giantess!Wanda, Semi-Dark!Fic, Age Play, Mommy Kink, Size Kink, Slight Dumbification, Slight Angst, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Punishment

Length: 2.9K

Summary: A series of moments between you and Wanda.

GIF credit to creator.

Green eyes, bright and full of admiration, stare down at you while a pointer finger gently trails up and down the side of your face. A whimper comes at the sudden contact and you instinctively start to stretch your legs and arms as you begin to wake up. You yawn and rub at your eyes with the back of your hand, hoping to deter the probing fingers in the process. The older woman coos at the display before her and waits with bated breath for you to open your eyes and meet your new future.

“Hi, little one,” comes a soft voice from above, startling you.

The speaker sounds familiar and you squeeze your eyes shut tighter; willing this to be only just a dream. If true, the voice belongs to a friend you made during your time with S.H.I.E.L.D. and someone whose obsessions had driven you apart. Natasha introduced the two of you and, for a short period, you became very close. Over time, however, what appeared to be friendly concern and affection morphed into possessiveness and irrational behavior. Despite your attempts to talk with her and satiate any fears she may have, the efforts proved futile and caused you to break away completely for your own sanity.

“Oh,” the woman says with a laugh as you jump and flinch, “did Mommy scare you?”

The surprise from the use of the title makes you open your eyes suddenly and blink rapidly in an attempt to adjust to the light around you. The earlier touch returns for a moment and the blurriness of your vision finally dissipates enough to make out the smiling face above you.

Wanda.

“Hi my tiny girl. You don’t have to be afraid. Mommy’s here now.”

Her words are so sweet that you almost feel safe for the briefest moment despite the history between you; and the confusion of her unexpected arrival. As you look more intently, studying her expression, you see the same look of infatuation that drove you away months prior. Only when you widen the scope of your focus does the situation become even more alarming.

The proportions between you are all off. Although she had always been taller than you by a few inches, from your current vantage point, the difference had apparently increased by feet. The finger stroking your face is attached to a hand big enough to cup your entire head easily. You grip the fabric beneath you in each fist and twist your body away from the prying fingers to glance behind you. A dresser sits a few feet away from the bed you find yourself on and appears like a skyscraper from your vantage point.

Sensing your growing distress, the older woman leans closer to offer soothing affirmation.

“You’re okay, malyshka. You’re home now.”

—

“I don’t want any,” you say, doing your best to fight back tears.

The past several weeks have been spent with Wanda methodically stripping away any of your independence and replacing that freedom with complete reliance upon her. The combination of her gigantic size and the cabin she built to accommodate that made doing most anything for yourself now relatively impossible. At this point, the only choices left in your life appeared to be compliance with her wishes or disobedience with subsequent punishment.

“Mommy knows you don’t want any juice, sweetheart. But you need to drink some even still and make sure you’re getting enough fluids.”

You shake your head defiantly and look down at your feet. The seemingly insignificant act of choosing whether or not to drink some apple juice was being stripped away from you before your very eyes. Despite your best efforts, as the reality of the situation sets in, you feel the building tears overflow and spill down your cheeks.

Wanda sighs when she realizes that you have started to cry and walks over to grab something from the cabinet across the room. You hate how you feel slightly panicked as she walks away and leaves you feeling practically all alone in the enormous kitchen. Aside from your sniffling and hiccuping, only the sound of some light shuffling and liquid sloshing can be heard in the otherwise quiet room.

Even when the older woman returns to stand in front of you once again, you never raise your head to look up at her lest she detect any sense of relief. The feeling would be only in passing, however, as punishment would likely be next on your agenda for the day. You were not looking forward to having to spend some time with your nose in the corner or participating in any other demeaning ordeal she had planned.

“Mommy got your special cup, milaya.”

In reality, there was nothing particularly special about the red sippy cup. The only reason the drinkware could even be considered notable was that, unlike most everything else in the home, the size was proportionate to you rather than to Wanda. You were able to hold the handles and drink unassisted instead of having to rely on help as was the norm: and the requirement. To say that you did not like the sippy cup and the minimal independence that came with it, no matter how infantile, would be a lie.

“Cup?” you say warily, unsure if she was simply lulling you into a false sense of security.

“Yes, baby. Do you want some juice from your special cup? Mommy needs you to drink something.”

You mull over your options momentarily and begrudgingly decide to accept the juice and hopefully avoid any repercussions. Rather than verbally concede, you simply held both hands upward and made grabbing motions toward the cup. Wanda smirked in victory at having you give in to her demands regardless of the slight work-around. While she took no issue with punishing you, a small adjustment was nothing as, in the end, you would always do as you were told.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you say in a barely audible voice as she hands you the drink.

Wanda did her best to gently wipe at the tears on your face with her thumb and hummed in approval as you brought your special sippy to your lips.

—

“Who’s that?”

Wanda tenses up instantly at your question. She never received visitors and only rarely would even a passerby be seen at a distance traveling through the countryside. Thinking that perhaps someone had finally come to disrupt her peace, she prepared herself for the worst and approached the front door.

“A reindeer,” she says flatly when her eyes finally meet the apparent “visitor” you were referring to. “We say ‘what’ instead of ‘who’ for animals, Y/N,” she chides gently.

You frown at her correction.

“Why? Animals are like people because they have a personality too.”

The giantess has no rebuttal for your point and instead simply nods in acceptance of your words.

“I suppose you’re right, my thoughtful little girl.”

—

You had fallen off the bed in the middle of the night thanks to your unfortunate habit of thrashing during a nightmare. The trip to the ground felt like falling out of a second story window and the moment of impact made you cry out in fear and pain.

The sound of your cries woke Wanda instantly and she frantically began to rifle through the crumpled sheets in search of you.

“Mommy!” you screamed out unabashedly when she did not come to your aide immediately.

Even over your cries you could hear her flailing about before finally stumbling out of bed. The pain in your head began throbbing and you pulled at your hair in frustration. She finally rounded the corner of the bed after what felt like an eternity and gasped at how pitiful you looked wailing on the floor. Not wasting another second, she carefully lifted you up, making sure to support your head, and sat back down on the bed with you cradled protectively in her arms.

“My poor little girl. Mommy is so sorry, malyshka,” she says and accentuates her point with a kiss to your forehead.

She continues to press more kisses onto your tear-stained cheeks before gently placing you back onto the bed with the intention of looking over you for any severe injuries. The moment she broke contact, the volume of your cries increased dramatically and you grabbed frantically at her hands until she quickly scooped you up again.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s here.”

Being held once again, you are more than content to cry out all of your pain and frustration. Wanda only bounces you gently and whispers comforting words as you slowly stop crying and begin to wear yourself out. The way you paw at your eyes and squirm tells her everything you refuse to say.

“Someone's ready to go night night, I think,” she says with a small smile.

You whine in response, but this time do not fight as she lowers you back onto the bed. An array of pillows are propped around you and she adjusts your position to best be supported by them as you sleep.

“Here’s your blanket, milaya,” she coos and begins to tuck the edges in.

Wanda briefly continues her fussing before finally appearing satisfied and laying down beside you. She reaches out and rests her hand on your torso, feeling your chest rise up and down with each breath.

“Mommy’s right here. You’re okay.”

You feel comforted by the weight of her hand and wiggle into the cozy cocoon she has made for you before finally drifting off to sleep once again.

—

The sun feels good on your skin and you close your eyes to look up and soak in the rays.

Wanda was busy preparing your lunch and did not notice as you snuck out to get a better look at the herd of reindeer grazing behind the cabin. Although going out unsupervised was against the rules, you intended to be gone only a short while. You reasoned your escapade would be fine if you did not venture far from the home and kept your distance from the animals.

The wind blows gently across the field of wildflowers and you sit in silence; content to enjoy the feeling of being outside and alone for the first time in what feels like forever. You watch as the reindeer walk lazily about and pick at the grass or stop to mutual groom. Enjoying the serenity, you chance lying down after a bit and closing your eyes; only to fall asleep before you even realize how tired you feel.

You had no idea how long you had been sleeping. In reality, you would have likely continued to do so had the reindeer not become agitated and woken you. Some raised their heads and shook their antlers while more bellowed out and stomped at the ground with their hooves.

No sooner had you come to and picked up on their anxiety did a loud crash sound from the cabin. The commotion seemed to continue for several minutes and you knew that Wanda was enraged; entirely due to your absence, no less.

Instead of running back to meet the chaos head on, your fear of the unknown causes you to freeze in place. You simply stay put and remain seated on the ground as you nervously pick some of the flowers closest to you. At any moment Wanda would come outside, find you, and punish you for disobeying her.

The sound of a small explosion erupted and you tensed as your mind raced with thoughts of what exactly could have been destroyed. Your legs twitch and you contemplate running back to, at the very least, attempt to put an end to the destruction.

Wanda yells out your name with such force that the reindeer spook and begin to run off. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, clutching the flowers you picked tightly to your chest. As thundering footsteps begin to approach, you only hope your staying put will somehow appease some of her anger.

Eventually, the ground stops shaking around you, the temperature grows colder, and the light becomes less glaring. You know that Wanda has finally found you. For a moment you do not dare to look up, but after mustering some courage, you hold the flowers up weakly.

“Hi Mommy,” you say sadly. “I’m sorry I made you destroy the house.”

Wanda’s cold glare falters slightly at your words. She recovers quickly, however, and crosses her arms over her chest to give you a more pointed glare.

“Are little girls supposed to leave the house without Mommy?”

“No,” you say quietly, dropping your arms and the bouquet down into your lap.

“Then why did you disobey me? You could be hurt out here. Anyone could come along and take you away.”

You anxiously move your hands to pick at the grass around you and try to come up with an appropriate explanation. Finding only one, with a resigned sigh, you simply tell the truth.

“I wanted to pick you some flowers and look at the reindeer.”

With that, Wanda’s remaining anger seems to dissipate as she drops down to sit next to you. She rubs at her temples for a moment before looking down at you with a gaze mimicking the sadness you displayed moments prior. You bite your lip in contemplation before taking a chance to go ahead and sit on her lap. Holding the flowers up once again, this time she gives a small smile and accepts the tiny bouquet.

“The flowers are beautiful. Thank you.”

She puts a hand up to signal her intention to continue just as you are about to make another point.

“But, Mommy makes rules to keep you safe, little one. You are going to be punished for breaking those rules. No arguments.”

You simply nod solemnly in acceptance.

—

“Why are you so big, Mommy?”

Wanda snorts slightly at the question before tossing you a playful smirk. She puts her book down and watches as you try and collect your crayons to put back into the box.

“I’m surprised you took so long to ask that, malyshka. That would have been one of Mommy’s first questions and you’ve been here several months.”

Several months.

The time seems longer, or maybe shorter, than you even realized. You had long ago lost count of the days you spent with Wanda despite the fairly consistent routine she created for you.

She seemed to be waiting for an answer to her unspoken question but you simply gave a noncommittal shrug. Of course you had wondered from the very beginning what led to the transformation, but never did you think the timing appropriate to ask the burning question.

“Do you not like Mommy like this?” she asked with a mock pout.

Panic flashes in your eyes briefly and you stand up from your crafts to run over and grab onto her pant leg. You shake your head vigorously and only stop when you feel her start to gently pat your head.

“No! I like Mommy lots.”

She chuckles at your puppy dog eyes and brushes some flyaway hairs down. You continue to stare up at her expectantly until she finally concedes to your earlier question.

“Mommy has been doing a big book project since even before you came home. A very important one that’s taught Mommy a lot of useful information about how to grow and manage the power within her. So much energy needs to be kept in a larger, more perfect vessel.”

For a moment you bite your tongue and think critically about her words and their possible implications. Just as quickly, however, with the swarm of information, you lose interest and begin playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Okay, Mommy.”

Wanda laughs and bends forward to pull you up onto her lap. Not wanting to sit, you kick your legs out until she allows you to stand on her thigh and hold her hands for support.

“That’s a lot of big information for such a tiny baby, isn’t it?”

You nod your head, only half-listening as her necklaces catch your attention. With a grunt you lean forward and try to detach one of your hands to pull at the chains. She obliges after a moment and watches as you try and grab a hold of the pendant.

—

“Mommy? Do you love me?”

Wanda looks over at you with surprise. The two of you had been sitting in comfortable silence on the bed when you asked the question with no forewarning.

“Of course. Mommy has always loved you,” she replies with confidence despite being slightly caught off-guard.

You let her response hang in the air as you meditate on her words.

“Even when we met?”

She nods and watches as your demeanor shifts to be more unsure. You look pensive but give little away as to what is really going on in your mind.

“Do you love Mommy?”

Wanda waits anxiously as you take time to choose your words carefully. After a few moments, you seem to decide as you roll over to face her.

“Uh-huh,” you say slowly, watching as her face reaches an indiscernible expression. “Mommy always takes care of me.”

She softens as you explain what she has repeatedly told you from the very beginning. Her knuckles brush across your cheeks and you reach up to capture her hand with both of your own.

“Love you,” you whisper into her palm.

#AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH #i didn't know i needed giantess wanda #i love this !!#wm

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nerd!reader who always tell cheerleader!wanda a bunch of random facts about anything, like wanda would be doing her make up and all of the sudden you come up with "did you know orcas are actually dolphins? they belong to the same family"

Wanda is such a softie for you! She will casually listen to you ramble on and on about whatever random facts you think of. Sometimes you’re cuddled together with her head on your chest and it’s your rambles that help her relax enough to fall asleep. Oh and you sometimes send her little audios of you telling her facts because you know she loves replaying them <3

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this fic got me like

Obedience. | e. olsen

summary: in which lizzie comes home angry and you offer to help relieve her anger.

warnings: top!lizzie, vibrator, fingering (r receiving), strap (r receiving), edging, overstimulation, size kink, filming during sex, oral (r giving), i think i mightve used that gif before but oh well, oh to be stretched out on lizzies strap, lets all give prayers to reader after this

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The TV was keeping your attention as you waited for Lizzie to come home from a meeting. It was being held about an hour away, so you tracked her location to make sure she drove home safely. When you saw her getting close to home, you put your phone away to focus on the TV and wait.

It was an important meeting, you knew that. Lizzie would either come home her cheerful happy self, or she would come home frustrated and upset. When she walked through the door without a smile, you knew it was the latter.

“Hey babe,” you greeted her, watching her close the door and walk to the entrance table with a sigh, throwing her keys down in the bowl sitting there.

“Hey,” she sighed as she undid her gold watch from her wrist. Although she was upset, you couldn’t help but notice how nice she looked. She had worn a black blazer over a white shirt tucked into black slacks, suited with a pair of tall heels that made her loom. You loved when she wore suits like that.

Her watch clinked into the bowl, along with her rings, before she slowly made her way into the kitchen. Standing up from your cocoon of blankets, you followed her, again facing her back as she stood at the counter, pouring herself a glass of wine. You awkwardly tapped on the island counter and hesitantly asked, “So… how did it go?”

“Not well,” she bluntly said as the red wine poured into the glass until it was halfway full. As she screwed the lid back on, she threw her head back and sighed again.

When Lizzie was sad, you would always drown her sorrows with hugs and kisses. When Lizzie was anxious, you would hold her so tight that all her anxieties melted away. When Lizzie was angry, it was admittedly hard to help her. There was really only one thing you could think of to cheer her up.

Coming up behind her, you wrapped your arms around her waist, laying your cheek against the back of her shoulder. She stiffened slightly under your touch but then eased, relaxing into you as you squeezed her.

Your hands slid around her hips, coyly sliding up her abdomen. Turning your chin so it rested on her shoulder, you whispered, “I know something that could make you feel better.” You watched her bring the glass to her lips and sip the wine, her eyes fluttering closed. You weren’t going to give up that easy. “You want to be in control, hm?”

Lizzie had a thing about control. Specifically, she wanted things to go her way. Whatever happened at the meeting obviously did not go how she wanted it to, so she was feeling inferior and lost, like she no longer had a grip on the wheel. If that was what she needed, you knew you could give that to her.

Lizzie opened her eyes again and put the glass down, having drunk nearly half of it in one go, turning her head to look at you. “What are you proposing?”

Curling your finger around her brunette hair and tucking it behind her ear, you nipped at her earlobe before seductively whispering, “I’m proposing whatever you want to do to me.” Nuzzling your nose against her sharp jawline, you bit at it, feeling the muscles clench under your teeth as her eyes fluttered closed. Your hands slid down her front and then back up again. “Or whatever you want me to do to you,” you added, letting her know that offer was very much there if she wanted it.

No, Lizzie was in control. Your arms fell away from her as she turned around, darkness shadowing her eyes as she took a slow step towards you. You playfully took a step back, and she paused for a moment, sensing the game. She started to swagger towards you, watching you take a step back with every step she took forward.

“You sure you want that?” she husked as you led her to the living room. “Mommy’s very angry tonight.”

She rounded the couch as you walked around it, eyes trained on you like a tiger. “I want Mommy to feel better,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes.

Lizzie’s lips pursed as you led her towards the bedroom, her eyes already alighting with so many ideas of what she wanted to do. She wanted to be in control. She wanted to be rough. She wanted obedience.

By the time you reached the bedroom, she had caught you, grabbing you by the bottom of your shirt and swinging you around to push you against the wall. Instantly, she was on you, diving her hand up your shirt to grab at your breast. Your breath faltered before her lips smashed against yours in a forceful, hungry kiss. Lizzie was always a sweetheart. But you knew just how to reach that switch inside her and turn her on.

The taste of red wine invaded your mouth as she dove her tongue past your lips, skipping asking for permission. While one hand grabbed at your tit, the other one grasped your face as she explored your mouth with her tongue, wrestling your own for dominance. Her lips were so soft, yet her kiss so bruising. By the time she pulled away, your lips were wet with her saliva.

“You’re such a slut for Mommy,” she huskily whispered as she roughly yanked upwards at your shirt, signaling she wanted it off. She simply stood against you as you peeled your shirt over your head for her, darkened green eyes trained on your exposed chest. “Pretty slut,” she praised, grabbing both of your tits and kneading at them, humming at the way your chest arched into her touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me…” You paused as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, coming close to her to end your sentence with, “Mommy.”

The word elicited a growl from deep within Lizzie. She grabbed your wrists and unhooked your arms from her shoulders, walking you to the bed and throwing you down on it. As your breath left your lungs from the force with which your back hit the mattress, you already felt yourself growing wet between your legs.

Lizzie crawled on the bed over you, slowly, her eyes glistening and pupils swarming. She kneeled over your legs and reached down to her belt, unbuckling and snapping it from the loops of her pants all while her eyes never left yours. You watched her with lustful anticipation, unsure of what she was going to do with the belt until she took your wrists and lifted them to the headboard, roping her belt tightly around them and tying you to the headboard.

“There,” she said once she was done, and you gave a test tug on the belt, finding absolutely no resistance. Standing off the bed, she straightened her blazer as she walked to the nightstand. “I’ve always liked my slut best when she’s tied up.”

You held your breath and watched her open the bottom drawer, which you knew meant she was going to pull out a toy. There was quite a variety of things in that drawer, and you drooled at the thought of each one until she pulled out a large vibrator. You grew wet with excitement as Lizzie set the vibrator down on the bed and took the hem of your pajama pants, pulling them, along with your panties, off your legs. You were completely naked and tied up for her now, your thighs squeezing together in excitement. To your confusion, she reached back in the drawer and took out a long, red silk ribbon. You watched as Lizzie forcefully spread your legs open and placed the end of the vibrator on your clit, laying the handle against your lower stomach. She took the ribbon and wrapped it around your hips, tying the vibrator to you.

“What are you—” She clicked it on, turning it to the highest setting, and it vibrated hard against your clit, sending pleasure instantly throughout your body. You hummed, wiggling your hips a little and finding that the vibrator was strapped tight against you. You looked up to ask Lizzie what her plan was with this until you saw she was walking to the door. “Where are you going?” you asked, your clit beginning to throb against the vibrator.

She stopped at the doorway and turned to you with a smirk, and you instantly started to regret coming onto her when she came home this angry and worked up. “I’ve gotta go reply to some emails,” she said casually, watching your eyes widen as you realized what she was doing. “You said I could do whatever I want with you. So I want you lay there and wait like a good, pretty slut and do not dare fucking cum until I’m back.”

“Lizzie, wait—” She closed the door, leaving you alone with the vibrator on, strapped to you with no way for you to get it off. You tugged at the belt, almost forgetting you were restrained for a second, letting out a groan as you threw your head back against the pillow and squirmed on the bed. It was already becoming unbearable, and you didn’t know how long Lizzie would be gone. Sometimes she would take a whole hour to respond to emails.

You tried to move your hips away from the vibrator at an angle where it wouldn’t touch you, but it followed you. You knew that Lizzie would know if you came and would punish you for it, and this already felt like punishment enough. As you laid on the bed, wiggling and trying your hardest to ignore the pressure forming within you, you knew deep down that you loved it.

Within half an hour, you were crying. Thirty minutes felt like four hours as you continued to fight off the orgasms that threated to wash up on you, having to squeeze your legs shut, but finding that only pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. You had called out for Lizzie a few times, but upon getting no answer, you only laid there weakly, being edged repeatedly to the point that you started to cry from frustration and desperation.

Finally, the door opened, and Lizzie slipped in, looking at you like a doctor greets their patient.

“Lizzie, please,” you instantly begged, moving your lower body all around to keep the vibrations away. “Please stop.”

“Lizzie?” she echoed with an arch of her brow, still standing in the doorway as if she had no intention to take the vibrator off you. You knew exactly what you did wrong.

“Mommy,” you begged, embarrassment welling up inside you at how needy you felt, how pathetic you felt, how out of control you felt. That was exactly what she wanted.

“Hmmm,” Lizzie hummed, finally taking a step towards you. Her lips parted when she saw that you had made a mess of yourself on the bed, the vibrator forcing you to become so wet that your juices were dripping down the bed and coating your inner thighs. “Did you cum?”

“No,” you insisted, squeezing your eyes shut as the mere mention of coming threatened your body to do it. She said something again, but you didn’t hear her, so she grabbed you by your face and leaned down close.

“Listen to me when I speak, whore,” she spat, her fingertips bruising your cheeks. “Do you want Mommy to make it stop?” You nodded feverishly, but you were met with a slap against your cheek. It was harsh and gentle at the same time, springing up fire on the side of your face in the form of a bright red hand mark. “Use your words, sweetheart,” she said coyly with a small smile, as if this was just a pleasant conversation and you weren’t tied to the bed with a vibrator that was about to make you scream.

“Yes, please, Mommy make it stop,” you begged, feeling utterly dumb and helpless. Lizzie paused for a few moments just to watch you squirm and suffer before she finally clicked the vibrator off, bringing you sweet relief although you could still feel ghost vibrations throughout you. You let out a deep breath, feeling the hot tears on your face as Lizzie untied the ribbon and put it and the vibrator back in the drawer. Sweat coated your entire body as your weak legs trembled on the bed. Lizzie gently undid the belt around your wrists, feeling a little bad when she saw that your wrists were rubbed raw. Taking a break away from being ruthless, she raised your wrists to her lips and gave the red circles gentle, soothing kisses all around.

“I needed to break you first,” Lizzie said softly as she sat down on the bed, still wearing her suit. She tapped her thighs and told you, “Come to Mommy’s lap.”

Slowly, you sat up and crawled to her like a dog, straddling her lap and instantly hugging her, nuzzling your face in her neck. She hummed and rubbed circles on your bare back, her hands slipping down to grab your ass and squeeze it hard. You squealed, hugging her tighter as she chuckled evilly against your ear.

Lizzie’s hand circled your hip before slipping between your legs, her fingers instantly finding your clit. You were so extremely sensitive that even the small touch was painful to you, causing you to shriek and grab at her wrist.

“Shhh,” she shushed you, pressing a kiss to your ear. “Be a good slut for Mommy. She needs you to be good.”

Remembering that you had subjected yourself to her will in the first place, and also that you truly did want to please her and make her feel better, you let go of her wrist, letting her rub at your clit as you quietly cried into her neck, her sweet cologne bringing you some relief. Lizzie tortured you for a few moments, feeling your swollen, pulsing nub between her fingers. Finally, she lowered them, slipping two inside your slippery cunt.

“Mommy!” you cried, feeling relief to finally have something inside you and not on your clit. Your mouth fell open as Lizzie held you on her lap and thrust her fingers inside you, curling them at their deepest point to reach your sweet spot. Trembling on her lap, you moved your hips against her fingers, desperately seeking relief to the pressure that had been fearsomely boiling inside you.

“Don’t cum, whore,” she told you, bringing you nothing but disappointment. You whined, and while her fingers had been bringing you relief, they started to bring more pressure. You tried to squeeze your thighs shut, but she held them open over her lap, her lips sucking at your neck as she tortured you. When she added a third finger, you cried out in desperation, biting at the shoulder of her blazer as she stuffed you full of her fingers, relishing in the way your tight walls squeezed her in.

“Such a good girl taking all three of my fingers,” she praised you. You were focused on fighting back your orgasm again, wanting so desperately to please Lizzie. “But I want you on my cock.”

The words brought heat to your tear-stained face, and finally she pulled her fingers out of you to unzip her pants. You listened to the zip before you felt something large poking at your entrance.

Removing your face from her neck, you looked down to see that the strap she had on was new, and it was bigger than anything you had taken before.

“Lizzie, that’s—” A hand around your throat cut your words off.

“What did you call me?” she growled, and you felt the tip of the strap threatening your entrance. You whined and tried to life your hips away from it, but she held them still in her hold.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” you said through her hand squeezing your throat, prying at her fingers to get her to let go, but her hold was impenetrable.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me, but you are being very very bad,” she lilted, and you felt her start to lower your hips onto her cock. As the first inch dug inside you, your pussy stretched, and the sharp stinging sensation brought more tears to your eyes.

“It’s too big,” you whined as she held you by the throat, no longer choking you but keeping you steady. You tried to move your hips away, but she only pulled them down, stuffing another inch of her inside you.

“Be still and take Mommy’s cock,” she cooed as pain radiated throughout you. She was so big that you hadn’t even thought about length as she lowered you farther and farther down on it. You babbled cries of desperation as she filled you up completely, hands now grabbing at the collar of her blazer. “That’s it,” she said when she bottomed out inside you, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head from just how deep she was. You could feel her poking through your lower stomach as your insides throbbed around her.

Keeping one hand on your throat, Lizzie leaned back on her elbow and spread her legs so that you were completely spread out on her lap with her cock lodged entirely inside you. “Now ride Mommy until I say stop,” she ordered, deciding to let you do all the work of fucking yourself on her strap.

Whining, you slowly lifted up only a little bit before sitting back down again, feeling more sharp pain inside you. You feared that you were torn from how big she was, but you wanted to make her happy. You rode her slowly, and thankfully she let you go slow so you could adjust to her size. She didn’t want to really hurt you.

Your eyes had been closed from the pain, and when you finally opened them, you saw that she had her phone out and was pointing the lens down. Lizzie groaned at the sight as she filmed the way you lifted up and then sat back down on her strap, strings of your cum sticking to her pants. She slowly panned the camera upwards to show the rest of your body, your breasts completely on display for her, her hand on your throat, your face that was contorted in both pain and pleasure. She wanted to document how much she was stretching your pussy out.

Lizzie ended the video and put her phone away, focusing back on you and reaching up to grab at your tits as you slowly rode her. Eventually, the pain faded and turned into pleasure, and her size and length felt so fucking good inside you. You picked up the pace, rolling your hips forward so that her cock nudged that sweet spot inside you.

“Fuck, Mommy,” you whined as you felt pressure coil inside you. She started to buck her hips upwards to meet you each time you went back down, and you had to throw your head back from the pleasure.

“Look at you, riding Mommy’s cock like a good whore,” Lizzie said with a grin, and you realized it was the first time she smiled since she got home. It pushed you to start to bounce harder on her, getting your wetness all over the front of her pants. “You’re ruining Mommy’s pants, aren’t you? While Mommy ruins your pussy.” She grabbed your hip and thrusted herself up into you even harder, and you were already on the edge again—this time you knew you couldn’t stop it when it came.

“Mommy, please,” you begged, feeling her hand tighten around your throat again. “I need to cum.”

“I don’t have to let you cum,” Lizzie said as she grew breathless from how hot you looked spread open on her strap. “Maybe my plan was to just play with you like a toy.”

“No,” you whined, praying that she was only teasing you. “Please, Mommy.”

Ignoring you, she sat up again so she could place her mouth on your tit and suck on it, her teeth gently nipping the tender flesh. Your hands moved to her hair and grabbed at it as she forced you to keep riding her. She was doing all the work now of slamming you down on her cock and thrusting inside you.

Tears sprung in your eyes again as you fought off the impending orgasm. You wanted to cum so bad, but you didn’t want to be a bad girl. You wanted to do everything she said perfectly, so you bit your lip so hard it bled and let her fuck you like a toy and suck on your tits until she was finally satisfied.

A few minutes later, Lizzie finally removed her mouth from your tit and looked up at your tear-stained face. She realized how good you were being for her, that you let her tie you up and leave a vibrator on you, you took all of her cock even with how much it hurt, and you were trying so so hard to stop yourself from coming.

“Cum for Mommy,” she finally said, and at the very syllables sounding out of her lips, you came. After holding it off for so long, your climax was nearly brutal. All you could do was hold onto Lizzie for dear life as your insides pulsed and throbbed around her, your mouth making all sorts of absolutely lascivious noises.

Panting against her shoulder, you stayed limp in her arms for several minutes after you came, feeling her rub your back and bum soothingly. You were absolutely spent after how much she had tortured you.

Feeling her arms wrap around you, she moved you on your back on the bed, and you winced at the way her strap moved inside you. Easing you onto the pillows, she pulled out of you and tucked her strap away.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, leaning over you and stroking your messy hair out of your face. As you looked up at her, there was softness in her eyes again, and her mind was far, far away from whatever it was that had angered her at that meeting. She smiled softly down at you, stroking your hair and glancing over you with concern that she had gone too far or done too much.

“Yes,” you whispered with a breathless smile, taking one of her hands and holding it. “Are you?”

Lizzie tilted her head with a raise of her brow. “I am now,” she hummed, leaning down to give you a soft, gentle kiss.

#god this is all i want #😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫#lizzie use me challenge #excellent writing as always !!#eo #favs 💟

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Cherry Waves | Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 10,080

Warnings: Milf!Stripper!Wanda Maximoff, Alluded Homophobia, Smut, Lap Dances, Fluff, Suggestive Content | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Being a single mother holding down two jobs leaves Wanda with little to no time for herself, but when she meets her sons’ new teacher, she finally starts living life for her own happiness, not that of others.

The sight of yellow vehicles alongside bouts of snow and bleak, barely tended-to outer walls were triggers of disgust. They were constant reminders of a previous life filled with animosity, a time where the priority was survival, not living. Once as a child there was not much to cling to, ostracized and forgotten by peers who pitied faced experiences. Upon growing up, her life didn’t change for the better, but mostly the worst.

“Drop-off is right here, mom.”

At the sound of the small voice, Wanda shook her head. Her hands loosed over her steering wheel she didn’t know she held onto with mighty fury. “Thank you, honey. I almost missed it.”

“Are you okay?” One of the twins, the eldest by only minutes – Tommy – frowned at her words. “You look really tired today. When you dropped us off at dad’s earlier yesterday I thought you’d be sleeping a lot more. You gotta take care of yourself too, mom.”

“I know, sweetheart, thank you,” Wanda beamed at his words, bags hiding beneath messy makeup from the previous night underneath her eyes. Eyeing her twins from the rearview mirror, she couldn’t help but bask in the loving, short moments the three of them had. “Now it’s time to go to class, boys. I don’t want you to be late again.”

At his mother’s words, Billy grimaced. “Oh about that…”

“Yes?” Wanda didn’t miss the hesitation, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms upon her chest, small ounces of glitter hiding under her hoodie. “What’s wrong? Come on, you have about thirty seconds to spit it out.”

“Ourhomeroomteacherwantstotalktoyouaboutourtardiness,” Billy rambled. He didn’t wish to stay back, instead hastily opening the door of the backseat of the car before throwing himself out. “Bye, ma. Have a good day, love you!”

Albeit surprising, Wanda couldn’t help the way the ends of her mouth rose at the action. She turned to Tommy who broke out into a fit of laughter, following his brother’s steps as he slid out of the car with a patience much like his father’s.

“He said that our homeroom teacher wanted to have a meeting with you. We’ve been late a bunch of times. I tried explaining myself, but not even the principal was having it,” Tommy shrugged. “Now I get why you don’t like Mrs. Potts.”

The reason was much deeper than that. During her adolescence it was Pepper who made it her focus to continuously pick on Wanda through high school, even up until graduation day. Although the elementary school principal found it to be water under the bridge, each time she was forced to see the woman, Wanda found herself holding onto a constant reminder of her torture.

“I’ll take care of it, sweetie. You just go in and have a good day at school,” Wanda forced an exhausted smirk. “I’ll call later today and set up a meeting. And please make sure your brother eats his lunch, all of it. You don’t have to eat his veggies just to cover for him. Now go, honey, or else you’ll be late once again.”

Unlike his brother, Tommy took the time leaning in and wrapping his arms around his mother, even if in an awkward position. “I love you, mom. See ya later.”

“Bye, Tommy. Remember your dad’s picking you up today, it’s your weekend with him. I love you too, I’ll miss you!”

With the absence of her children for a handful of days, Wanda sighed. Weekends were by far the busiest times, especially as the holiday season loomed over. All she could do was slap her forehead against the steering wheel before dismally driving away, hoping to whatever universal power that she could get through the month in one piece.

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“Red, I need you to focus up tonight. You’ll be front and center while the new girl shadows you. Just show her how it’s done before going out and- Scarlet, are you listening to me?”

Distractions overtook Wanda as she shook her head, turning away from the lengthy mirror and towards her coworker. “Sorry, Ags. I was just…thinking.”

Agatha was the eldest at the club, only a few years older than Wanda and reeking with wisdom. She was something of the leader of the pack, forever ensuring the safety of the other girls, training new ones, and nurturing them all when required. It had been her who drew Wanda into the life of a dancer, promising to care for her and give her an easy way to get by while still present in her children’s life.

The divorce between her and Jarvis had been amicable, and yet living by herself caused her difficulty. As a former paralegal, a career she excelled at, Wanda chose to put her children first rather than her occupation. She was young when the twins were born with nowhere to go with her family having disowned her shortly after her high school graduation when they found her making out with her former friend. Back then Audrey had blamed her for it all, and given her rebellious phase being in full-force, her parents sided with the girl before dumping off their only daughter as though she was trash.

From then on it was Jarvis, her best friend since middle school, who had her back. Only their romance was short-lived, a mistake on Wanda's part who believed she could change much like her parents hoped, as their friendship thrived through adulthood instead. After all, they were much better as co-parents than a married couple.

“Get your head in the game, sweets. I need my best girl tonight. You and I both know that on Saturdays you’re all the boys want to see…and girls,” Agatha gave her a knowing look. “If you get enough tips tonight, maybe you won’t have to come in tomorrow.”

“I have to work anyway,” Wanda shook her head, finishing her makeup before staring at herself through the mirror. “I haven’t bought the boys’ Chanukah gifts. I know there’s over a month to spare, but I’m barely breaking even with what I used to make years ago. Nobody wants to see me, Ags, let’s face it. I’m…old.”

“Honey, you're barely halfway through your thirties. If you’re old then I’m a fucking dinosaur,” Agatha laughed. She stood behind Wanda, hands placed over her nude shoulders that squeezed lovingly. “Plus, you got the best tits in the club. You should be proud of the fact that men pay hundreds just for you to flash them.”

“I suppose that’s nice…I think?”

Agatha wasn’t one to easily take Wanda’s insecurities lightly. “It’s the best compliment I can give you right now. I’m running on a mix of Redbull and coffee that Carol made. So I’ll either stay awake for an entire day or die trying. Now come on, this girl Kate is waiting for the master to teach her a few tricks. Time to shine, Red.”

Meeting Kate, or Lucky as she named herself, was a forever reminder of the youth that escaped Wanda. Although she was barely clothed, only stockings covering her legs alongside knee-high heeled boots and a thin see-through bikini, seeing the younger woman in much less clothes made her become fueled by humiliation.

She showed her the ins and outs of the club, reminding the girl that her safety would forever come first. There was no doubt she’d do well – Kate was young and pleasing to the eye, everyone would fall to their knees for her as they had once done for Wanda. Now with a body carrying carved stretch marks, a painful scar across her abdomen that was a permanent reminder of the birth-gone-wrong of Billy, and rolls upon her tummy, the redhead wasn’t quite sure how to make ends meet. The day job she garnered much to Jarvis’ dismay, who offered to help pay her bills, somewhat allowed her to just get by. As if working dancing at the club wasn’t bad enough, during the days she threw on a uniform to spend lengthy shifts as a bagger at a local grocery store.

As they walked around backstage, Kate noticed a shining golden chain across Wanda’s neck.

“That’s a beautiful necklace,” she pointed out.

Wanda didn’t need to look down as her hand involuntarily went to the Star of David that hung from her neck. “It was a graduation gift from my brother – the last thing he ever gave me, actually.”

“Oh? Well, where is he now?” Kate wondered with furrowed brows.

Since the day she was kicked from her home, her parents barred Pietro from getting in contact with his twin sister. Each day she only longed to see him again, even if for a smidge of a second. Throwing a sad smile towards the new dancer, Wanda shrugged. “I wish I knew.”

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The start of a new job carried numerous amounts of stress and anxieties, of hidden fears that you wished to push far down until their disappearance. You weren’t used to going out and putting in effort for anything, always living a sheltered life where anything you wanted was simply bestowed upon the palms of your hands.

Your dream of being a teacher confused your parents. They simply couldn’t understand why rather than taking over your father’s business, or perhaps becoming part of it, you’d choose to go out of your way and put more effort into a career when you already had one set in stone. Although they disapproved at first, it was relieving how they eventually came to be proud of you for molding your own path.

Of course no one ever told you of the stress teachers were put through on the daily, much less of the rather adventurous manners in which some decompressed after what had been a harsh semester.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You’ve never even been to one of these before. Trust me when I say you’ll have the time of your life.”

While you had only worked at Westview Elementary for a few months, you could easily feel yourself trusting Maria. She was a mathematics teacher with her room right across from yours, a quiet educator who during breaks made sure to bring out the life of the teacher’s lounge. It was the first person you had gotten close to at the school, that alongside the gym teacher Carol Danvers and her young assistant, Peter.

“Are you sure?” You eyed Maria incredulously as she pushed you through the doors of the club, smiling at her coworkers who followed along. “Have you ever been to a strip club?”

“Well, not this one, but I heard only good things about it. Their star dancer is something else,” Maria responded with excitement, “I, uh, have a bit of a thing for redheads.”

Although you didn’t know it then, it was a sentiment you too shared.

Entering the club was a rather out-of-body experience you had never lived through. Seeing the flashing lights amidst the darkness made you hiss from the sudden pain upon your eyes, but as they darted towards the main stage, they ended up widening.

Upon the first sight of a mane of red, you couldn’t quite easily shake away the feeling of longing and desire. It was your first time seeing her and yet you knew it was her you wanted. And nothing would dare stop you from getting what you wished.

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While your coworkers spent most of the night throwing loose bills on stage, Maria quite enthralled by a certain redhead which caught her eye, you remained rigid upon your seat. The once dancer that took your attention moved around the stage through her set, her outfit adorned by bills, some much larger than others, peeking through her waist of breasts that you felt guilty staring at for too long.

Even with the self-proclaimed Black Widow dancing by her, Maria’s eyes averted to your ragged state, frowning as you didn’t tear away from your focus. Smacking your shoulder playfully, she yelled at you through the music that drowned her out. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I was just…thinking I guess,” you shouted back, and yet never did you turn to Maria.

She took notice of this as she followed your line of sight. When she came to find what you were taken by, the woman smirked. “That’s why we came here. Apparently she’s very popular and, well, I thought you might like her. I would offer to get you a private dance but, you know, teacher’s salary…”

“It’s okay,” you fondly responded. Before your arrival you had taken the liberty to gather some funds for the outing. You never thought you’d use them all in one night, but you’d spend whatever you needed to get her to so much as look at you. “I think I got this, thanks. Just enjoy your night. Maybe I can get you a private dance with her.”

As the night went on, it was you who blessed Maria with a privacy dance from the Widow herself. You had enough money to spare, and seeing your newly found friend carrying a goofy smile as she was dragged backstage was far too enjoyable to constitute as a waste of your earnings. While growing up, your family had forever been well-off. With all that they gave you, you could easily retire without even needing to work.

There was hesitation on your part, but after a smidge of apprehension from a flushed Peter and a thumbs-up, he was who gave you the confidence to request a dance from the club’s most notable dancer. And as you sat in the dark, dimly-lit room with only echoes of the music booming through, all you could do was pray for it to be all you longed for.

Never had you been one to follow your instincts in such a way. The way the woman had drawn you when you first saw her was like no other. There was no feeling you could easily shake away, you way you’d voluntarily tear your eyes from her frame as you sought out her services. Surely you’d had flings here and there, but the passion you felt upon merely seeing her was unknown, a mystery to your soul.

As you rummaged through your own thoughts, you didn’t see the curtains of the small room be shifted as a huffing figure appeared. At least not until hands were placed upon your shoulders making you jump. “You’re far too tense, darling.” The voice drifted closer as a weight was pressed against your body. “Let me help you with that. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy the little show I got for you. I promise you’ll like it.”

Even as the slow, sultry music began, you shut it out as a means to bestow your attention upon her. Your mouth lay agape, heavy breaths being ragged out as you got a better look at the woman. Her red hair shone upon the fluorescent lights, dark lips ghosting upon your forehead as she straddled your lap. Her chest was practically bare let alone for her see-through skimpy outfit that you attempted not to stare at too hard. With hands merely hovering over her hips, you were left in awe.

“I, uhm…” you didn’t find the right words, instead stammering out incoherent babbles as your face turned beet red. “I’ve never done this before, sorry. I’m not really sure what to do right now.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I can tell.” Her giggle made your racing heart catch its breath. “Just relax for me. I’ll take care of you. You’re in good hands, my dear.”

Sways hypnotized you without much effort. Melting against the faux leather couch, your arms were limp at each side of your frame. Flickering orbs were entranced by each slow movement. Scarlet, you had learned, carried herself with the utmost grace. She was a vision you mentally recorded, steady mannerisms recorded to be forever plastered upon the walls of your brain. Her alabaster skin was one that drew you in to so much as graze upon it, but the no touching rule was one you took to heart.

The tune was made for her dance. The woman, only slightly older than you, alternated between swaying on top of you before she mounted your lap, her nearly bare breasts brushing upon your face. With each passing second your arousal only grew. Being in close proximity to the goddess Aphrodite envied was intoxicating. You had paid dearly for the private session, but the tips you’d give her would be grandiose in comparison.

“You’re perfect,” you found yourself breathing out. Within the dusk of the room you still noticed stretch marks across her barely-clothed breasts, arms, and thighs, ones that you gawked out while drool was held back. “Just look at you. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Wanda had never been one to have such compliments thrown her way, especially not after having her children. “Careful, sweetheart, or else you may become a favorite client of mine.”

“Yeah? I’d like that. You have no idea how good you’re making me feel,” you groaned when Scarlet grinded upon your lap. She didn’t hesitate to grab hold of your hands before guiding them to her breasts, breaking her own personal rule only to allow you to squeeze the soft mounds. “I’m so glad I came here.”

There was a peculiar mark upon her abdomen that made you frown. A certain familiarity made you tilt your head as you absentmindedly felt your heart squirm for her. You didn’t make note of it, not daring to put her in any discomfort. Instead you did as she told you – leaning back, Scarlet was the one to take the reins for the rest of the session.

Much to your dismay, the dance ended as soon as it began.

“That was…wow,” you were at a loss for words. As you sat up on the comfortable couch, you thanked whatever higher power allowed the small room to hide your need-stricken features. “Thank you? I’m not really sure what to say.”

“Your gratitude is appreciated,” the woman laughed, carefully stepping away from your lap with a hesitation you didn’t notice. “Most people just slap my ass and ask me if I offer other services. Which in case you were interested, I don’t.”

Hiding your dismay was difficult, and yet you took your time to fully compose yourself before reaching out. “I’m sorry you have to go through that. I can’t imagine you getting to meet the loveliest people in a place like this.” Making small talk with the dancer would be losing her money, so rather than keep her busy, you handed her the remainder of the cash you brought with you. “I’m not really sure how much to tip, but I hope that’s enough. It’s all I have left.”

Looking down at the flurry of hundreds, Wanda’s eyes widened. Normally she had nothing but animosity towards her clientele, especially those who refused to treat her as anything other than a piece of meat, but she could there was kindness in you – something most individuals in the club desperately lacked. “Are you sure? This is a lot for just one dance. With this you could probably get the other services I was talking about with a girl down the street.”

“I’m not really interested in that,” you shrugged. “Just keep it, really. I hope you have a good night, Ms. Scarlet. Oh and happy holidays!”

You left before she could respond. Nearly running through the curtains and into the main area, you were glad your face was practically unrecognizable in the club. There was a deep need within you to go back into the lounge and make a move, to do anything to ensure you could see the woman again.

But as you saw Maria waving you down, you decided against it. At some point you wished your paths would cross again no matter what, even if it meant you returning to the club for a smidge of attention from the woman who caught your eye.

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“So you’re not coming to visit me?”

With your phone pressed against your ear, you huffed. It was almost the norm with your parents. Although loving, they were not ones to follow typical familial traditions, especially not those that surrounded the holiday season. Another year, another disappointment.

“Your father and I are really sorry, Y/N. He has to attend a convention in France and I’ll be-”

“It’s alright, ma,” you shrugged as though she could see you. Waltzing through the packed aisles of the grocery store, you refused to let anyone take notice of your true feelings. Instead you threw a box of cereal onto the cart, shaking your head before paying attention to your mother once again. “I’ll send out you and dad’s presents next week. I’ll prepare myself for another pair of fluffy socks from him, huh?”

“You know him so well.”

The two of you amicably chatted as you made your way across the store dumping essentials onto the basket – at times adding self-indulgent treats you’d surely down while watching whatever showed up first on your television or grading finger paintings with full marks for them all. At times your parents disappeared from your life, not even showing up when you moved into the town of Westview, even missing your college graduation and hoping to make up for it by sending you a postcard from Malta with a check you didn’t require.

Once you were done with your weekly shopping, you made your way towards the registers. Your eyes were downcast, the exhaustion from the days at the school catching up to you. Although you adored your students, at times they could be far too energetic for your liking.

“Hey ma I-” before you finished your sentence, your eyes widened. Staring at the register you made a beeline towards, you quickly pulled back. Rather than take another position in any of the slowly growing lines you hid behind a shelf, only the top of your head and your eyes peeking through to get a better sight at the woman who stood scanning various items. “I gotta go now, ma. Something came up. Tell dad I said ‘hi’.”

Opting to not wait for a response, your mouth was left agape as you hung up. There stood the one woman who had plagued your thoughts through the past week. The unmistakable scarlet mane was one you couldn’t easily forget, much less the tender features that lacked the smoky, dark makeup she wore on the previous Saturday night.

Gulping down a knot of surprise, you ran to the self-checkout line. You refused to allow her – Scarlet herself – to see you. As embarrassment coated your cheeks, you left the store in a rush, perhaps forgetting items on the way all for the sake of avoiding the sudden object of your affections.

Although you felt a sudden wave of humiliation wash through you, a part of you longed to see her again.

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On the day of the meeting with her sons’ teacher, Wanda opted to double her coffee intake in the morning alongside Lexapro. The mere thought of being sent back to the one place she despised, her years from elementary through high school spent in constant torment, brought her back anxious thoughts she couldn’t easily shake awake. That alongside her lengthy shift at the club on the previous night would make it impossible to get through the meeting without backup.

She made her way through the disgustingly colorful hallways she knew so well, passing the lockers she was once shoved into even at her then-young age. Rolling her eyes, Wanda only wished to get it all over with, to leave before her shift at the grocery store began — she was already far too late as it were.

Of course she didn’t count on the familiarity of the face she saw through the small window of the classroom. Frowning, Wanda knocked lightly, all before stepping inside without daring to wait for an answer.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I had a long shift and I-”

“You?” As soon as Wanda heard the accusatory voice, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at you with confusion. Only a stammer later the words were salvaged. “You…you must be Tommy and Billy’s mom, welcome!”

When Wanda gazed at you, you gazed back.

Ever since the small incident at the grocery store, you found it nearly impossible to go through another day without the image of her, of Scarlet, grinding herself on top of you. Guilty washed upon your being as you came to realize its perversion. And when you thought you were finally safe, there came another version of her. You refused to believe a parent of two of your students could be the Scarlet, so rather than assume it was her third life, you imagined her to be some sort of twin much like her sons.

The two of you chatted amicably, your smile forced over your features as you refused to let her see any sign of awkwardness within you. She was…different from the woman, someone who you refused to compare to her. Her face lacked an ounce of makeup, hair pristinely put into a messy bun while she donned a classy, yet casual outfit that screamed that of a mother. Even then, you deemed her to be the most beautiful woman on the planet.

“And what is it that you do, Mrs. Maximoff?” You questioned, gulping down a knot of fear.

“It’s actually just Ms. Maximoff – I’m divorced,” she corrected. “And, uhm, I work overnight sometimes.”

“Oh that must be exhausting.” Of course it was, you had seen it firsthand. Mentally slapping yourself, you longed for the floor to swallow you whole.

You felt bad for putting her in a situation where she mercilessly fidgeted with the rings on her fingers, staring down at the floor “Yes, very. I also dance…at my job.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’m not a good dancer myself. I got two left feet,” you joked, shaking your head with amusement as you took in Wanda’s solemn expression. You couldn’t pinpoint where her reservations came from, her body tense as she stared down with cheeks tinting, their hue mirroring that of a tomato. It’s when you frowned, gave her another once over, and as your confusion grew you-

Oh.

“I know it’s not the most usual thing, but it helps me get by. It’s not easy being a single mom, especially when my ex lives very, very far away. The boys don’t know, obviously. I just…don’t really think it’s a conversation I could ever have with them. I’m not exactly ashamed of what I do, but I get it’s hard for people to take in.”

As she sat before you, you were left speechless.

Garnering your verbiage back had its difficulties. You jumbled through your words, the infectious anxiety making your head spin as your fear-stricken smirk flashed to her. It really was impossible to have any sense of normalcy when the dancer who had given you a private show sat before you.

“You look familiar,” Wanda frowned as she pointed out, and just about then you could feel and hear your fear racing. “Have we met before? Did you also go to this school?”

“Uhm no, I’ve lived in the city my whole life,” you choked out. “Maybe if we dim the lights a bit you might…”

“Oh my god.”

You never meant for her embarrassment to creep up as she looked blankly at you, and for a moment you swore there were small tears forming over her eyes. Wanda knew, she knew. Her life was easily broken up into three — her daily occupation, being a mother, and her shifts in the night that only her ex-husband knew about. Otherwise she made sure to upkeep privacy for whoever long she could, never allowing her lives to spill onto one another, at least not until she met you.

“I, uh…” Wanda was at a loss for words. She knew she could trust you, she felt it as soon as she waltzed through the door as she easily spewed on her secret life. What she never expected was for you to know already, to have been with her in a rather intimate manner that she, surprisingly, didn’t regret. “I have to-”

“Please don’t go,” you begged, and Wanda stayed. “Fuck, I know this is going to sound weird, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. It was just a dance, I get it, but I felt…something.”

Wanda snickered trying to lighten the mood. “A lot of my clients feel that something, honey, but that’s not part of my job description.”

“No, no! Not that. I mean I felt a connection, which, yes, I realize might be dumb. I just haven’t been able to get you out of my head. Not in a weird, pervy way, but in a I-want-to-take-you-out-for-dinner way. And then I saw you at the grocery store and maybe I’m just romanticizing everything but-”

“You know about my other job?” For a moment Wanda imagined herself to have a stalker, but gazing into your eyes realized you’d be the first joyous threat she’d have.

“Point is-” you didn’t let her speak again out of personal embarrassment. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I can only assume discretion is really important in your line of work, and although that thing happened, we can just forget about it. Really, Ms. Maximoff. I’m not here to make your life harder than it has to be. And we already discussed the matter with your sons so, uh, I guess you’re free to go.”

Impulsiveness had always been Wanda’s undoing, but seeing you hold her up on a pedestal and being kind to a total stranger made her heart swell. “You’re sweet, darling. Does this mean I can still get taken out for dinner?”

And as soon as she spoke the words you thanked whatever early Christmas miracle ensued to give you such a wonderful present.

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As the holidays loomed over with December coming through in full-force, you found yourself to be lucky by Wanda’s side. It was strange, even awkward at first as you accustomed yourself to being around someone slightly older, much wiser and the mother of your students at that. You had become enchanted by her body, and yet it was her mind that made you fall each second, even if far too early in what you couldn’t even deem a relationship.

The first date you had went well. Even if you stammered through some sentences, something Wanda found endearing, her radiant smile never left her features. She had to find time from her busy schedule to go out with you, and even then it was a short-lived event before you drove her to the club before grabbing a snack at a nearby cafe. You wanted her to be safe, but even with a lack of words, only squeezing the woman’s hand tenderly, she knew what you meant. Watching her leave made your heart light itself on fire, yet you knew it wouldn’t be the last you’d see of her.

The second one was much longer, with Wanda inviting you to grab lunch with her after her shift at the grocery store. The twins were with their father that weekend. Between the laundry and cleaning around the house, she found time for herself for the first time in years. There was an unspoken air of guilt. Wanda hadn’t been one to settle for romantic relationships even after her divorce. The most she had were meaningless one-night stands that ended with her humiliation only increasing. Sitting across you from that restaurant table made her feel a sense of warmth she hadn’t experienced in years – if ever.

By the third date Wanda knew you’d make a permanent mark in her heart whether you chose to stay in her life or not.

“I don’t want you to pay tonight, really,” she said, shaking her head as she grabbed onto your arm. It had been weeks since you began going on dates, getting to know each other through numerous conversations had when she picked the twins up and texts when you weren’t together. While worried constantly over her financial situation, Wanda suddenly didn’t hesitate when it came to either you or the twins. “I got it. You’ve already paid for the last two dates and I-”

“I don’t mind, really,” you chuckled. The two of you made your way across a nearby town. It was a small one, not too far from Westview where the streets were decorated with numerous shining lights and decorations for the holiday. You dragged Wanda to a local movie theater you found, promising that whatever she wished to watch, you’d humor. “Have I told you about my parents?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, they’re basically rich snobs to put it lightly. I’ve been well-off my entire life, and I am not one that loves all that expensive luxurious shit. So it makes me really happy to pay. And if it makes you smile, then it’s worth it,” you held her close, still finding it strange to embrace her in such a manner. It was rushed, you knew, and yet you couldn’t care. “Please let me pay. It also makes me feel good to know I can spoil you rotten, pretty girl.”

Wanda held the door open for you when you arrived at the theater, shaking her head with amusement stricken upon her features. “Pretty girl?”

You didn’t miss the way Wanda’s eyes lit up when she was presented with the concession stand, remaining far back with wide orbs that longed for bouts of sweet and popcorn – it had been long since she last felt such child-like joys. “Yeah. You’re a pretty girl, Wanda. Hasn’t anyone told you?”

The answer was clear upon the phantom hiding beneath her face. Rather than delve into such darkness, Wanda squeezed your hand. Fingers interlaced themselves with your own as though it was second nature. “So, tell me more about your family. Then I’ll tell you all about mine.”

From the moment the two of you bought the tickets to the laughter you held at the concession stand as Wanda waddled off happily holding her snacks, you told her all about your life. There was not much to tell, not enough moments of adversity that you knew others experienced. For a third date you knew not to throw in details that would make her run for the hills, but also give her a clear view of who the real Y/N was beneath the shroud of an elementary school educator.

She received all the details about your upbringing – the pressure your parents forever put on you before it eventually dissuaded, the understanding nature of your peers when you came out to them, something that you noted made her flinch for a half-second. The one thing that truly caught her attention was the mention of a dog, a family pet who still resided in your parent’s place in the city.

“I had a dog once – Sparky was his name,” Wanda mumbled as the two of you sat in the dimly lit room with nothing but a few people scattered around. “I, uh, haven’t seen him since I was…”

Even as Wanda trailed off, her words dying and falling limp upon her lips, you had a smidge of an idea of what she meant. There was not much she told you, but from the slight information she threw your way each time you saw her, you knew there was no bridge built up between her and her family that wasn’t her children.

When the advertisements rolled by signifying the beginning of the film, your focus was on her. Wanda’s eyes flickered over the flashing lights of the movie, green orbs amazingly rising as you gawked with adoration. Squeezing Wanda’s hand, you softly ran your fingers over its back. Within the noisy dark room you could still hear your heartbeat alongside hers; it quickly became your favorite melody.

For the first time that night you shared a kiss with Wanda; and for the first time that night you realized love was something you finally earned, not given to you.

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On the last day of school you felt that for once in the last few months you could finally catch your breath. Snow trickled down the sky, freezing itself over the town that lay in a cold blanket of white. You shuddered each time you went outside, even if numerous layers covered your body – even a scarf Maria had been kind enough to knit you as an early holiday present.

Time was spent aimlessly lounging over your couch, the central heating of your apartment turned up to the max as you defrosted beneath numerous big fluffy blankets. Between the snowfall and paralyzing low weather, you could barely find the courage to leave the safety of your own place. Bingeing whatever movies or shows came on, you came to enjoy the quiet, lonely time with yourself. At least during moments where you, much to your dismay, had to separate yourself from Wanda.

During the nights she slept at the club you barely slept. Getting to know the woman meant slowly growing fond of her, your worry skyrocketing at the mere idea of her alone at such a place. There were guards, and Wanda promised you that the girls all looked out for one another, but you were well-aware of the dangers some of the clientele brought. Helplessly you tossed and turned each night until she sent you the one ‘got home safe’ text that allowed you to fall into a deep slumber with the knowledge you’d hear of her on the following day.

Christmas had never been a big deal within your family. The clear rifts between you all torn by your parent’s absence were far too large to cover with a simple commercialized holiday. While their refusal to visit your newfound home stung the depths of your soul, you knew to brush it off and pretend for it to be fine. You had done it as a child, it would not be difficult to carry out in adulthood.

Rather than throw your focus into a holiday you’d inevitably spend alone, you averted it to the newfound object of your affection. With each passing day since the beginning of Chanukkah Wanda not only feasted with her children, but received a gift from you.

“You should come over on Christmas,” Wanda offered you once through the phone. The twins were at their dad’s place, and during the time she was lucky enough to be free from her occupation, the two of you could, even if not physically, be together. “I want you to come over for Christmas.”

“Won’t you be at Vis’ place? I mean, I know you don’t celebrate but-”

You could hear Wanda’s smile even through the phone. “I’ll be home all by myself. I want to give the boys some time alone with their dad. He deserves time with them too.” There was a pause, and for a moment the skipped beat of her heart was deafening. “I know we’ve only met a bit ago but Y/N…I would be happy if you came.”

She knew of your parents, of the pain you hid which they elicited upon you each year. Wanda didn’t dare mention it unless you gave her the greenlight, and for that you were thankful. With her, everything felt lighter — it felt right.

When Christmas Eve came you didn’t notice the extra pep in your step. Your smile was not easily tarnished from your features, especially not with the snow piling up by the inches upon the ground. Carrying a mountain of gifts, you giddily drove down to Wanda’s place. There was a smidge of sadness within you knowing the twins would be present, but it had been her who urged you to wait. The last thing she wished was to be hurt again, and never would she put any ounce of love over that she shared for her sons.

Kicking at the snow on the ground, you traced the path you knew to be towards Wanda’s front door. The neatly wrapped presents, courtesy of your mother’s teaching, wobbled over your anxious, freezing hands.

“When I told you to come over I assumed you’d think to call me beforehand,” Wanda greeted you with a wide smirk, her head popping through the cracked door, a face full of makeup, while her body lay in the shadows. “Hmm but I have to say I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted. Going in for a kiss, you were disappointed for it to be only a small peck, but intrigued by the mystery of it all. “Is this a bad time?”

“Uhm a bit. I just have to rush to get ready, honey. I thought I had more time for it,” the sultry voice Wanda solely reserved for the club was in full blast, and for once you could happily listen to it without the backdrop of music. “You can come in, but I need you to close your eyes. I’ll let you know once I’m done, alright?”

“Anything you say.”

You’d agree to whatever she wished if it meant leaving the porch where your coat, pants, and boots were battered by the snow that grew into a violent hail. Once your eyes were closed, you were dragged by Wanda’s strong arms who left you waiting at the door atop the doormat. You couldn’t help the amusement that came out while you attempted to clean your boots without watching, all while you could hear the distinct sound of high heels clacking against the hardwood floor as Wanda seemingly ran away.

Patience had never been your forte, much less when you were fully aware of the secrecy Wanda was far too bad at hiding. From what you knew was her bedroom came a soft tune, and the urge to take a small peek only skyrocketed. You opened your eyes slightly, familiarizing yourself with the house you frequented when the boys were away, but as soon as you heard the woman rushing back towards you, you shut them.

“Keep them closed, baby,” Wanda’s voice was hypotonic. Even if you humored the idea of disagreeing, she wouldn’t allow you to. “Let’s leave these here and you come with me. Promise you won’t peek?”

As she took the load of presents from your arms and placed them by where her chanukiah lay, you nodded. “I pinky promise, Wanda. Now tell me what’s up. You know I’m terrible with surprises.”

Surely that was true, but as soon as you were thrown into her bedroom, your heart raced. Wanda let you sit atop a chair in the middle of the room, the lights dimmed out as you could tell through your eyelids. Breathing in an unmistakable scent of lavender, your nostrils were in heaven. The beat you previously heard came back, only in full blast and keeping you grounded in place.

Hovering before your sitting body, hands atop your own that gripped the armrests, Wanda’s lips ghosted along your face. “You can open them now.”

Before you were struck by lightning you were able to take a peek at the state of near-nudity Wanda was in. You knew her ‘outfit’ to be similar to those she wore in the club, only in your favored color which you knew full-well she had only recently bought. Her heels made her much taller, full breasts in perfect view before she swooped in like a hawk and claimed what was hers.

Kissing Wanda was intoxicating on its own, but when she kissed you, your brain short-circuited and awaited hours until a proper reboot. She took charge, a confidence she usually lacked soaring through her body as she cupped your flushed face with her hands. Fingers brushed against your burning cheeks, bloodshot nails leaving tiny marks you’d proudly carry.

Lipstick was smeared over her face, and yet you kept kissing as though your life was dependent on it. Her tongue swirled in your mouth easily, but as you came to your senses, your own fought for dominance. Hips were gripped, a small moan drawn out from the depths of her throat that awakened the animalistic being inside of you

“I thought I should give you an early Christmas present. You’ve done so much for me in these past few weeks,” Wanda hummed as her tongue swirled over your wet lips. “Let me help you now. Sit back and relax, sweetie. Scarlet’s going to make you feel so good.”

Seeing Wanda dance for others or even having her dance for you at the club was nothing compared to her doing so in the privacy of her bedroom — only a few scented candles shedding enough light on her voluptuous body. She swayed on top of your body, her ass grazing your lap before she grinded herself upon it. Hands lit by flames were everywhere. You couldn’t think, much less formulate proper verbiage to describe your ever-growing arousal.

The no touching rule was one you respected, but all bets were off as Wanda placed your hands on her hips and nodded your way. It was exaggerated for your own entertainment, but each time you groped or kneaded any area of her body, she let out a breathy groan. Her backside was fondled, pulling her towards you only to capture her lips with a more forceful manner. You had yet to see her in a full nude glory, and yet the knowing stench of arousal drove you mad. You wanted, no, needed to have Wanda.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you couldn’t help but mumble. “Look at yourself, Wanda. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.” Grabbing both of her breasts at once, you squeezed tenderly until her nipples hardened and poked through the fabric of her loose bikini top. “I need you so bad right now. I need to…I have you, to show you just how beautiful you are.”

Running your hand over her stomach, admiring the adorable rolls upon it, you made her blush for once. “Behave, honey. You wouldn’t want me to regret letting you touch, huh? Be a good pet for me and do as I say.”

You tried, you really did, but there was no chance of success as you watched and felt her dance over you. Aphrodite’s jealousy over Wanda was rampant. The woman gave it her all. She climbed on your lap, holding your shoulders for balance, with a smirk across her features and her breasts keeping your face hostage between them.

With each minute that passed your need for her grew. She gave you a treat at least, allowing you to be the one to untangle the knot of her top with guided hands before it inevitably fell to its demise. When you came to see the beauty beneath the fabric, you nearly saw the light then and there.

Wanda unknowingly drove you to the brink of insanity as her nude breasts brushed against your body. Her hands did quiet work to remove your own clothes until you were left in nothing but your shirt and underwear. Kneeling before you, she placed kisses over your inner thighs, face nuzzling upon your skin as you licked your lips.

“I’m ready,” she told you. There was no need for further explanation. Instead you drew a hand down and tenderly pet her, Wanda leaning in to the touch in peace. “I need you now, Y/N. Won’t you be a good pet and-”

She didn’t finish her sentence as you grabbed a fistful of red hair and tugged her away gently. Throwing her over the bed, you didn’t miss the amused laughter that came from her as you removed the last few articles of clothing from your body.

As you climbed atop Wanda, she stared at you incredulously. “And what do you think you’re doing, sweetheart? Hmm where is this confidence coming from? Not that I’m complaining…”

“I’m returning the favor,” you breathed out raggedly. “You lay back now and relax. Let me make you feel good, baby.”

When you took off the remainder of her skimpy outfit, your mouth went dry as though the Sahara Desert resided within it. Exhilaration shot through your being as you stared down at Wanda’s shaved sex that she attempted to hide between hugged milky full thighs adored by stretch marks.

Hands traveled all over her skin, your eyes closing as you trailed your way across the map you’d forever remember in your mind. With each lingering touch her hips, with a mind of their own, gyrated. You could barely slide your fingers past the valley between her breasts without her crying out in pleasure. You were quickly obsessed with the responsiveness of her body. Tugging, squeezing, and groping her breasts drew the deepest moans, you found.

With your mouth dropping kisses over her chest, ensuring that you focused primarily on her taut breasts and hardened rosy buds, your hands went to wander off. One kept her hips steady, digits finding her stretch marks that you traced with their tips, all while your dominant hand moved towards the puffy, flushed area that glistened beneath the hold of her thighs.

“Let me touch you, Wanda,” you urged her, your voice husky and deep as though you swallowed a shot of her essence. Kissing your way up to her jawline, you let your tongue explore its way until her lips were swirled against. With her plump, wet mouth ready to be devoured, you towered the woman with all your might. “And you know we can stop whenever you want to. Just say the words, alright? I want to make you feel good — feel comfortable. You tell me what you want me to do, and I promise I’ll do it.”

While it took a few seconds to build confidence, Wanda nodded in awe of your own. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you…I need to feel you. I’ve been thinking about this ever since we saw each other, since I gave you the dance. I wondered what it would be like for you to fuck me. It’s embarrassing, but I have to admit the thought has helped me through some lonely moments when it’s just me in this dark room alone.”

At the implication you giggled. “Way to rub my ego.”

“You’re welcome,” she pecked your lips, foreheads mixed together as your fingers began descending over her glistening cunt. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you. I was looking forward to having you inside me.” With newfound conviction, Wanda tilted her head. “Don’t you want to fuck me, baby? Or would you rather I tell you about the countless times I’ve touched myself at the thought of you?”

That was enough to get you to absentmindedly begin rubbing Wanda’s cunt. Her bulbous clit was tender to the touch, but more so when it came to the arousal it elicited from the woman. The foreplay was not enough, even if with each flick her back arched and her pussy rubbed against the palm of your hand. Looking down at her gaping hole that oozed her juices, you knew it was the only way to sate your hunger.

You got Wanda aroused enough that her juices dripped onto the sheets. Your mouth continuously left multiple love bites on her skin that you knew she’d wear proudly in the privacy of her home, but was required to hide at work. Her legs were parted far enough to shyly wrap themselves around your waist and pull you closer; with a lack of words Wanda begged for more.

“Relax,” you said. “Everything’s gonna be okay, baby. I'll take good care of you.”

Forever maintaining your promises, you did as Wanda wished. When you first slid a pair of fingers within the confines of her velvety walls, you let out a loud grunt that matched your lover’s. She was tight, her cunt adapting to the adoring feeling of you stretching it out for your own amusement. From her ragged state you knew she wouldn’t last long, but you’d be sure to make the best of it for the sake of leaving a good impression.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight,” you spit out. “Baby you’re so warm. Your pussy is practically swallowing my fingers whole. Such a hungry little thing…”

“Y/N,” Wanda whined, brain hazy with far too much lust stricken over it. “More.”

“I’ll give you what you want.” You planted a kiss on her blushing cheek. “I’ll give you more, my pretty girl.”

Once she felt ready enough to take you, Wanda rolled her hips. It was a sign to let you keep going, to begin sliding yourself in and out, watching in awe as your hand dripped with her essence that coated your soul. You thumbed at her clit, stimulating it gingerly until you saw Wanda visibly relax.

Being inside Wanda was unlike anything you had experienced before. It was soft and sweet, wet and warm, but more so night and day — the time you could spend absolutely worshiping her until exhaustion inevitably took over. Moving within her was difficult as all you yearned to do was remain deep in place as you fell to your slumber atop Wanda; the two of you forever connected as one.

With a steady pace you set, you’d surely bring her over the edge in moments. Your teeth sunk into her supple breasts with love, marking them as though they were yours to own. Her moans against your ear drove your ambition forth. They were the push you needed to curl your fingers deep in her cunt until their tips hit her sweetest spot — with the howl Wanda let out, you were sure her neighbors would show up at the door to complain in minutes.

“‘M close,” she sobbed, tears of desire pooling at her eyes as she lazily began grinding herself down on your hand. “I’m gonna cum, I-”

With a searing kiss you shut her loud noises of desire down. Her walls clamped down around you, squeezing you tight as the knot in her abdomen loosed. A lengthy, powerful orgasm shattered itself through Wanda, leaving her breathless and without a sane mind to properly register the gift you bestowed upon her.

You were breathless messes clinging to one another for dear life. Wanda came undone, her clammy cheeks brushing your own as in her state of haziness she repeated mutters of your name. Her lips planted sloppy kisses on your, thanking you for the love you gave her – a happiness she lacked since her adolescence.

“That was amazing,” you spoke in her honor. “Did that feel good, baby? Are you okay?”

“I wanna go again,” she slurred – and for Wanda’s sake you’d do whatever she wished. “Please?”

Her pleas are what drove you further. You nipped your way down her body, her tummy rolls worshiped as they came from a true goddess you adored. Wanda’s insecurities from her slowly aging body were rampant, but you would never dare see her with anything but desire. To her she lacked the beauty of a younger woman, but to you she was the only one you could ever have eyes for.

At the first taste of her pussy you became addicted. Your fingers remained knuckle-deep within her, her walls warming them as you began timidly lapping at the wetness before you. The sweet nectar was one you’d grow you obsess over. She was delicious, your tongue just needing to burn against her sex rapidly as you sought out more.

“Oh my god!” She squealed. “That’s it baby, just like that. Your tongue feels so good- so fucking good!”

The words of affirmation turned your movements into vigorous ones. The tip of your tongue swirled over her clit before you took it between your lips. Lightly suckling the bundle of nerves made her upcoming orgasm intensify, Wanda’s hands gripping the bed sheets as she pounded her fists over them with a need for release.

Simultaneously you pumped your fingers in and out of her gaping hole with your tongue running across her flushed slit. The rhythmic grinding against your face did wonders to increase her arousal. It shot up to the sky when you so much as pressed at bulbous clit before allowing your teeth to delicately brush at her cunt.

“Cum for me,” you let out the muffled command with a mouthful of pussy. “Be a good girl and do as I say. Come on, Wanda. I know my sweet girl can do it.” Rubbing your thumb over her swollen clit, you nodded her way. “I got you, princess. All you have to do is let go.”

In your hold Wanda came once again, only this time her exhaustion took over as soon as the orgasmic wave grabbed a hold of her. She tossed and turned, screaming until the euphoria settled into normalcy. Hands shivered as her skin was set aflame. For moments you resided in your given place until she relaxed, and once you knew your lover to be blissed out, you gingerly removed your fingers – much to your dismay leaving her cunt gaping and searching for the fulfillment you handed out.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, Wanda,” you told her as you kissed your way up her body. Reaching her face meant lovingly nuzzling your forehead against her own, your lips coated with her juices that she tasted when begging for a chaste embrace. “Thank you for letting me do this, for trusting me with your body. You’re fucking amazing.”

“You’re even better, honey,” she murmured. Wrapping her arms around you, Wanda pulled you down until your head fell on the pillow you’d soon share. “I have something to ask you, but can you promise beforehand that you won’t freak out? It’s okay if you say now, I just…”

Wanda trailed off, making you frown in confusion as you interlaced your nude body with her own. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to be your girlfriend,” the redhead blurted out before stopping herself. Soon after the words spewed from her mouth, she averted her eyes, the blush in her cheeks intensifying by embarrassment. “If that’s okay, I mean.” She sighed, shaking her head at what she deemed a bout of stupidity. “We’re from very different worlds, you know that, but we still have so much in common. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks and look at us now. Here we are spending Christmas Eve together, you got the boys and me some presents for Chanukah and you’re…you’re amazing. I don’t know how else to describe you. I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N, and part of me really hopes the feeling is mutual.”

“It’s incredibly mutual,” you replied, shifting down to kiss her neck right above her pulse point. “I want you to be my girlfriend. I know it’s dumb, but god I want to show you off so bad. Of all the people in the world you chose me. You, Wanda Maximoff, chose me. Now that really rubs my ego.”

With raised eyebrows Wanda shot you an amused look. “Wouldn’t you want me to rub something else?”

The two of you shared a mirror bout of laughter, clinging to each other with adoration. “We can work on your dirty talk if you’d like, but right now I’d rather take a hot shower with you. It’s almost time to light up the next candle. If it’s okay, could I help you with it? I know I’m a goy, but I want to celebrate this with you. Maybe I can watch?”

At the usage of the traditional term, Wanda beamed. “It’s best if you watch, sweetheart, but if you want to help out, I still haven’t wrapped the presents for the last two days so…”

“I’m on it!” You sat up straight, turning to Wanda and reaching out for her hand. “Now come on. I swear I’ll turn into a goddamn icicle if I don’t have a hot shower now.”

The final days of the holiday season you spent glued to Wanda’s side, and even as the beginning stages of your relationship passed through, you remained devoted to her even more than when you first saw who would become the true love of your life.

#STRIPPER MILF WANDA MARRY ME PLS #11/10 #y/n worshipping wanda like a goddess ... so real #wm

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"No, wait! I just wanted to know your name."

The girl makes a suspicious face at you. "And why is that?"

But your cheeks flushed more, and you didn't answer. She let out an impatient sigh and turned around, and you let her go.

aww y/n's speechless bcos of her, i totally get it

"Wow, that's an interesting one."

"I suppose that's you trying to make a family."

giggles

"I love you so much, my dear. I would have loved this life."

STOP IT 😭😭💔

"But you already have." She retorts, tears streaming down her face. "And you did it with your wife. I'm just a replacement for her, so it's going to be even easier."

NOOOOOOONONONONONOOOO

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Nine

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: sexual mentions, angst || Words: 8.082k

A/N-> Hey dears, I'm going to make the uploads daily because my vacation is running out and I want to post this entirely before I go back to work. Attention to the angst of this chapter, I think things will improve from here. Italic texts are memories/flashbacks.

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Chapter Nine - A Shattered Home

Wanda should be asleep, but since what happened earlier, she has become even more worried.

Your magic had muffled Chthon's voices, but as she tried to fall asleep, the first thing she dreamed of was your death. So she woke up in a jump and did her best to leave the cube quietly.

You should see a doctor the next day, and depending on what was said about your condition, find a solution as soon as possible. Wanda saw your sleeping figure on the top bed and felt her chest tighten, imagining the feeling of losing you too.

She pushed those thoughts away, and left the room, finding a train station that, although less busy, seemed as awake as day.

A lady passed by with a candy cart and offered her some food, and after not being able to eat anything all day, she accepted some sweet cookies and made her way to one of the edges, from where she could watch the trains coming and going from the station below.

About fifteen minutes later, you came out of the cube wearing a jacket and approached her.

"Hey, sweetheart." You greeted her, and Wanda - who could feel your presence even when she was on another continent, snuggled closer to your body as soon as you stopped next to her - turned her head and smiled in greeting, before turning her attention back to the trains. "How are you feeling?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you with a certain irony.

"I should ask you that question." She retorts, slipping her arm around your waist, and causing you to laugh softly. But it takes a moment for you to respond, your giggle turning into a long sigh.

"I feel kind of queasy."

Wanda swallows dryly. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Nah, I have a promise to keep." You retort without hesitation.

"Y/N, we don't have to..."

"I want to." You interrupt her, rubbing your nose against hers affectionately and making her smile. "I wanna be honest with you."

Wanda nods, hugging you for a moment before pulling away, tugging you by the hand toward the small terrace she saw earlier on the way to the Cube.

You both sit on the grass - everything was so clean and cared for in that world that it surprised you sometimes - and sigh softly at the same time.

"I think we're in for a long night, so what do you say we let our astral projections do the work, while we look up at this beautiful starry sky?" You suggest, intertwining one of Wanda's hands with yours in your lap. She smiles, reaching up to give you a kiss on the cheek before snuggling in closer.

"That's a great idea." She whispers, looking up at the same moment as you.

So far, Wanda had seen a few dozen memories of your childhood during the few days you were staying at Carol Danvers' inn.

She found that eventually, Agamotto grew into you and convinced you to turn your anger into willpower, or whatever lesson he tried to teach you and you pretended to learn.

Wanda saw memories of your training - increasingly difficult and demanding - and of you finding out that your parents were living in the United States through a letter.

"I think you should go see them." One of your colleagues, when you must have been about 14 or 15, had commented during a training session. He was one of the other sorcerers who received Oshtur's blessing and was being trained as a Knight of the Order just like you.

Your younger version giggled as you defended yourself from the blow with a much more skillful move than when you were a child.

"If they hadn't sent us away, my brother would still be here." That's what you said before you attacked again. Your friend sighed wearily, trying to defend himself, but you were much faster and knocked him down without difficulty. Before you landed the last blow, another stick came in front of you and stopped the fight.

"Cheaters offend the honor of Oshtur" Declared the master, hitting you in the left leg and knocking you to your knees on the ground. He struck his staff again, and yours flew away, glowing runes becoming visible and then fading.

You grimaced. "What's the point of us having ways to be stronger and not being allowed to use it, Master Mordo?"

Mordo shook his head in disapproval. "You understand nothing about the morals of a Knight of the Order, foolish child."

Getting up, you ignored Mordo to help your friend to his feet, and the other boy seemed to be a bit taken aback by the interaction. "I just understand that even the gods will cheat, and foolish is not being prepared for it." That's what you mutter between teeth, before receiving a warning blow accompanied by the punishment command.

Mordo steps out in front, and your colleague pats you on the shoulder.

"He's just upset because you defeated his apprentice." He comments making you laugh.

Training memories were always like this, you doing something you shouldn't, from disobeying to using forbidden runes, and continuing to be the best fighter even while fighting honestly.

So far, Wanda's favorite memory was of the day you met her variant.

You were typically running away from training with Mordo, and sitting on a lower, more isolated balcony of the Kamar Taj, your legs swinging from the opening as you looked down toward a noisy camp.

"Watching the Romani again, Y/N?" Agamotto's voice made you stand up in fright, wiping some dust from your pants.

"Sorry, Master." You mumbled - and for the first time in many memories, you sounded embarrassed - with your head down. Agamotto gave a chuckle, the golden cape standing out in that late afternoon.

"You must have seen something interesting to skip your training for the third time this week alone." Says the master in a suggestive tone, and despite the soft pink appearing on your cheeks, you clear your throat.

"I just like the dances, Master." You mutter. "And they seem to have fun."

"Hmm, I imagine they do." Says the man approaching to take the seat you were previously sitting in. He does not lower himself but rests his hands on the edge to look down as well. He waits for you to join his side to speak again. "They must leave soon, their people never stay long in one place." He says, and you don't notice his curious eyes studying your reaction because you are becoming slightly crestfallen. "This may be your last chance to talk to the girl."

You raise your face in shock, your cheeks very red. "W-what? What girl, I don't-"

"You saw her this afternoon, didn't you? When you went to deliver the week's donations. I noticed your distraction all day."

You gave up denial, nodding and looking down, a group of colorful clothes dancing in circles, several candles lit all around while the others clapped their hands.

"At least ask her name, before you go to America." Your master says, offering you an encouraging smile.

You waited for Agamotto to enter the temple, and took a deep breath before sliding over the edge and climbing down until you reached the ground, jumping on the ground half panting.

A boy was running that way and was startled when you suddenly jumped up out of the dirt, and you widened your eyes because he practically teleported behind a rock, and you wouldn't have noticed his presence if you weren't a sorceress.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You tried clumsily, being able to hear his loud breathing even though he remained hidden. "I, um, don't mind if you're a mutant..."

"Pietro!" Someone called out from a distance, attracting your attention, and of course, your luck wasn't so good, because it had to be just the girl you were looking for.

The Pietro of your universe had bleached hair from childhood, and as soon as he ran close to the twin, you saw the silver flash hide behind the enraged little girl.

"Hey, are you harassing my brother?" She questioned angrily, and you quickly denied it, your face very red.

"N-no, I scared him but it was an accident-"

"Come, Pietro, let's go back to camp." She cut you off impatiently, and you exclaimed in desperation, taking a step forward when she turned around.

"No, wait! I just wanted to know your name."

The girl makes a suspicious face at you. "And why is that?"

But your cheeks flushed more, and you didn't answer. She let out an impatient sigh and turned around, and you let her go.

Wanda - the adult version - raised an eyebrow at you, a short smile on her lips.

"Did you get tongue-tied by seeing me?" She teased softly, and you let out a loud, embarrassed grumble.

"I was 15 and it was the most beautiful girl in the world, leave me alone." You retorted making her laugh softly.

"Don't worry, I thought it was cute." She says before focusing on the next memory.

Wanda watched the tense and confrontational meeting with parents who had no regrets about sending their mutant son away - though they still had guilt and grief over the loss, and your decision to try to be a family again in spite of everything.

Agamotto didn't like the idea of putting the Knight's training on the back burner, but he understood your connection to your family. But when the Avengers recruitment happened, and you reunited with Wanda, no one was happy with your complete lack of interest in returning.

There were many flashbacks of memories that ranged from the low prioritization of your lessons to you not showing up at all and Agamotto visiting the Tower as a last resort. Your first discussion with the master took place and you confessed to him that you had no desire to become a knight, and all the master answered in return was that he didn't recognize you anymore.

Your Wanda found you on the roof.

"That sounded pretty bad." She commented announcing her own arrival, and you quickly wiped away the tears. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't have much to say." You say with a weak smile, and once she is close enough, you slip your arms around her shoulders. "Between going to a temple full of old men telling me what to do or think and stay with the most special girl in the whole world , the choice is pretty obvious no?"

Although Wanda blushes at your compliment, she frowns slightly. "But Y/N, if it is your destiny..."

"My destiny is you, Wanda Maximoff." You whisper leaning your forehead against hers. "You will always be my priority." You assured before bringing your mouths together.

Despite these sweet moments and the vows you made to her, Wanda watched the memories of arguments and conflicts increase over the years. There was a very deep complicity and devotion between you two, but there was also a lot of guilt and emotional dependence.

When you began to fail a lot on missions, both because of your ruthless nature and the fact that you were a different kind of sorcerer and had simply abandoned your training, your Wanda insisted that you return to the Kamar Taj.

"I don't understand why you are bringing up this subject again!" You complained impatiently as you walked out of the shower room with a towel around your body. You were in the bedroom of the apartment you shared with Wanda, and the girl was sitting on the bed with a very annoyed expression.

"Y/N, you blew Bucky's metal arm off-"

"It was an accident!" You interrupted in the same tone, throwing the towel on the bed to put on your underwear. "He's fine and no one was hurt."

"You're losing control of your magic!" She insists impatiently, moving to hold your shoulders because you refuse to look at her, and despite the grimace, you don't reject her touch. "Please listen to me, okay? I'm getting worried about you. How long has it been since you've slept properly? You can barely watch a soccer game without destroying the TV, you can't drive anymore because you get too nervous, and you've burned our car six times and-"

"Wanda, I'm not going back to that place, I don't want that life anymore."

"What life?" She questions pleadingly. "We are already superheroes! I'm just asking you to look for help to stop hurting others and-"

"Hurt others?" You cut her off, pulling away from her touch. "Oh, good Wanda, I get it. All I do is cause you trouble so you're sending me away to make me someone else's responsibility."

"I never said that." Wanda retorts indignantly, but you ignore her to finish putting on your clothes. "Y/N."

You only look at her when you already have your shoes in hand. "Don't wait up for me."

Wanda's eyes well up with tears, but for the most part, she is just as stubborn and proud as you are, so she watches you leave and slam the door.

"My god, you two were impossible." The redheaded Wanda commented beside you, managing a soft chuckle.

"You mean you."

She rolled her eyes with amusement. "I think I would have tied you to the bed until you quit being stubborn."

"Hmm, kinky." You mutter and she laughs throwing her head back and slapping you on the shoulder.

"Shut up."

A very drunk Jean Grey that you invited over for beers put a little reason in your head by saying that you couldn't screw things up with someone who was only concerned for your safety and whom you loved dearly, so you came home at three in the morning, determined to apologize and found the place empty.

"I left you?" Wanda asked in shock as she watched the memory of you sitting on the floor of the empty apartment, and you sighed softly.

"Yep, but I kind of deserved it." You retorted shrugging your shoulders. "Besides, you left a letter. You said that as long as I wasn't healthy, we couldn't happen. It wouldn't be fair to you, or her, to watch it. So I went back to the Kamar Taj."

With that, new flashes of memory began. Wanda was happy to watch your relationship come together as you got better and went back to training, even harder than before.

"Oww, you proposed to me at the place we first met." Wanda commented excitedly as she saw the memory, and you laughed awkwardly, looking away from the memory to the girl next to you.

"Yeah, it was nice, right?" You ask, looking away for the small picnic behind Kamar Taj.

"It was beautiful." She says.

But things went off the rails when Thanos came to earth. You, now a Knight of the Order, received the emergency call to the Kamar Taj, and memories of the day of the Temple invasion flew high around you two.

Wanda watched as some of the members of the Black Order went about taking down the Knights one by one, and you destroyed Cull Obsidian before he could kill Agamotto for the stone in his neck.

"Master, is everything all right?" You asked breathlessly, with several bruises on your face, but pure concern as you rushed to help the standing man. Despite his thanks, Agamotto offered you a sad smile.

"Child, it is today that I say goodbye to you."

"W-what? No, master, we can still win-"

"Some things have already been written, Y/N." He says, and you shake your head in denial.

"Enough of this talk, Master." You retort to him would be. "Come on, shields up."

But your determination didn't do much good when the enraged Proxima Midnight found her brother's body and chased you around the temple.

You fought very well, but all it took was the mention of the Black Order's intention to reach the Avengers, and you hesitated for the time she needed to dig the weapon into your belly.

Wanda - the older version - covered her mouth in shock as she watched the scene even though she knew you were safe next to her, but maybe it was because the shot was so familiar.

When you fell, Agamatto released the stone from the necklace around his neck, and shouted to the Sorcerers to retreat, all conjuring a shield around you both.

Mordo yelled as he saw the master begin to draw runes at high speed around you, and move to place the stone on the one he drew above your wound.

"Master, she is not worthy!" Tried the man but Agamotto let out an annoyed grunt.

"Silence Mordo!" You shouted back, and more softly and as he set the stone down on your stomach, he said, "Any knight who fights honorably is worthy."

You cried out in pain as the stone pierced your wound, but your whole body vibrated afterward, a strong golden light taking over all the runes and then your eyes.

Agamotto kissed your forehead, and stood up, taking front in the row of Wizards who were almost losing strength in their shield spells as Black Order attacked the barrier.

"No matter the cost, do not interrupt the forge." He warns and raises his hands to join the barrier.

Wanda doesn't have to watch to know that Agamatto died that day, and when the memory switches between flashes from your consciousness during the fight, to his fall the moment you awoke, and of how you destroyed half the temple in a fit of rage with your new powers, Wanda doesn't interrupt you.

The next memory you show Wanda is of Agamotto's memorial, and it always breaks her heart to see you dressed completely in black.

Mordo approaches you at the edge of a Kamar Taj that has been partially rebuilt.

"My condolences, Master L/N." He says with a small reverence, and as you swallow dryly with eyes full of tears that you don't take away from the landscape, you reply:

"My condolences, Master Mordo." You repeat and sigh softly before saying. "No need to reel me in, you can say what you want to ask."

Mordo lets out a weak laugh. "It's nothing that can't wait for your mourning period."

"Well, send a letter to the Avengers Tower then." You say, and he frowns in surprise.

"Forgive me, but do you intend to return to New York?

It is your turn to frown in confusion.

"I live in New York, Mordo. My wedding is still scheduled." You retort with a confused laugh. "The invasion has been contained, life goes on in the world."

Mordo shakes his head in disbelief. "You were forged as a Guardian of the Order, Y/N. You must take the ancient oaths! You can't just walk away from your responsibilities!"

You let out an incredulous laugh. "Guardian of what, Mordo? Because all the knights, my friends, are dead. Thre’s no Order of Knights anymore. My Master is dead. I am guardian of nothing." You retort with emotion in your voice, thick tears in your eyes. "My only priority is my bride, she is the one I must protect now."

You wipe your face quickly and sniffle before turning to leave. Mordo tries, "They'll be back, Y/N. And when that happens, you will wish you had Oshtur's protection at your side."

"How many more oaths will we have to take before we realize that the gods don't give a damn about us?" You retort without waiting for an answer.

The memory shivered, and Wanda saw your adult version embrace yourself, and already knew what was coming.

The wedding was beautiful, but the fight that came after, not at all.

"I was thinking of buying a red truck." Wanda whispered under the small forge of blankets you made in the almost completely empty apartment - the boxes being slowly made for the move to the new house - and you, who were staring at the blanket, raised your eyes to her.

"I'm sorry I smashed up your car." You muttered, and she gives a small giggle.

"That's okay sweetheart, it was a tough meeting."

"But throwing Iron Man against your car didn't help the situation." You retort, and Wanda laughs again more softly, raising one of her hands to draw lines on your face.

"It's okay, he shouldn't have said what he said."

You settle better on the pillow. "What if he is right?" Your question made Wanda hesitate, and look into your eyes with a frown. You swallowed dryly but did not look away. "I've lost a lot of people already, Wanda. And I don't want to get into another fight to lose more."

"Baby..."

"You'll say it's our job."

Wanda sighs, nodding. "We can't turn our backs on our friends."

You give her a sad smile, but nod in agreement. "Can we pretend we're not superheroes tonight?"

Wanda gives a surprised smile, but comes closer, and closes her eyes along with you. "Alright. If we weren't superheroes, what would we be doing?"

"Finishing packing up the move to our new house instead of sorting out weapons for a fight." You reply and she sighs softly but does not contradict.

"If I wasn't a superhero, I'd be thinking about having a family with you."

The sentence makes you open your eyes, your cheeks half pink. "Wait, really?"

Wanda laughs embarrassedly, looking at you as well. "Of course, idiot. It's your turn."

You laugh contentedly, your eyes sparkling. "If I wasn't a superhero, I'd be thinking about having a family with you too," You whisper. "Also, I would be calculating all the logical options to make that happen." You joke in a mechanical voice getting a loud laugh from Wanda.

"Okay, Mind Stone, and what conclusion did you come to?"

"Of all the possibilities from adoption to insemination, I think the most logical one is for us to make magical babies." You whisper in a tone of false seriousness that makes Wanda burst out laughing.

"Well, maybe we should start on that." She says suggestively, and you laugh softly before breaking the distance.

Thanos was infinitely worse in your universe. It made sense that there were so many more heroes because if not, everything would have turned to ash in the first second.

She watched the fights go by at high speed, and when she had to watch you in tears holding her body, she interrupted.

"You don't have to show me that one." She whispered, and you sniffled slightly, forcing a smile.

"It's okay, it's not like it gets much better after that." You try to joke, but Wanda hugs you sideways, and the memories come flooding back.

The memorials are so frequent over the next few weeks that you don't even get to not wear black. And even the time you're sitting on an empty lot - the property she saw you buy during your engagement, intending to have a bigger place in a quiet neighborhood where you could build a family, imagining that when your knighthood training is over and you get married, that would happen - Wanda was finding it hard to keep the tears in her eyes.

You had a half-empty bottle of whiskey in your hands and a half-crumpled certificate of ownership in your lap, the words 'to grow happy and old in' scribbled in blurred pen on the end.

Unlike her Hex's creation, there was no explosion. You continued drinking with tears in your eyes as the earth around you began to vibrate.

"You're not feeling it?" Wanda asked confused as she watched the memory, and your older version denied it with her head, nodding forward.

"Look closer." You said, and Wanda didn't understand at first, but once she concentrated, she could see the magic you were expelling from your heart.

Golden strands jumped at high speed, both towards the ground and the sky, and unraveled in thousands from various directions, until everything around you began to shudder, and yet, no one noticed. Slowly, your house formed around you, and you were no longer sitting on the floor, but on a couch, and the drink in your hand was a soda. You blinked confusedly as if waking up from a nap and stretched.

"Honey, lunch is ready!" A voice warned from the kitchen, and you let out a short laugh.

"Is that a threat?" You shouted back, receiving a short laugh in return.

Westview's creation was so familiar that Wanda only let the tears flow. You slipped an arm around her.

The memories of happy days floated at high speed in your eyes, many that made you let out affectionate smiles. Others that made you blush hard, like the one of Wanda’s variant riding your strap.

"Wow, that's an interesting one." Redheaded Wanda teased as soon as the memory focused in front of you two: the loud moans and the image of large breasts covered only by curly hair became clear.

You let out an embarrassed grunt, but when you tried to change the memory, it only ended with one of you on your knees to brunette Wanda in the kitchen.

The redhead next to you chuckled loudly at your clumsy, and you grumbled again, failing again to switch to a memory of you fucking your wife from behind.

"I suppose that's you trying to make a family." The witch teased, and you finally managed to focus on the memory of a pregnant Wanda on the couch.

“Very funny.” You mutter embarrassed.

The playful mood from before completely faded as soon as the little twins were home, a sigh escaping your lips at the image of the babies again.

"What if I forget who's who?" you ask Wanda sitting next to you, and despite pinching you in the ribs, she laughs softly.

"You just need to remember that Annie doesn't have her ears pierced, darling." Wanda comments, settling the baby she is holding for you to look at. You let out a short laugh.

"Oh, yes, I forgot that she turned yellow. Only little Hallie behaved herself at the ear-piercing time, didn't she, my little love?" You say in a childish voice, making the baby on your lap giggle, and your wife smiles affectionately at you.

"You are such a dork"

"Yes, but I am your dork."

"Yeah, you are."

The memory shuddered because you interrupted it. Wanda looked at you curiously, but seeing your serious face, she didn't question.

You no longer focused on your life in Westview - Wanda only saw in high speed the girls growing up, you and her variant in normal jobs, and a quiet suburban life for long minutes as the years passed - until you focused on a memory in your backyard.

You were fixing a colorful bicycle, and you raised your eyes from the task, assuming a confused expression upon seeing the sorcerer there.

"Greetings, Y/N." He greeted politely, and you wiped some of the gravel on your clothes before greeting him.

"Mordo, good to see." You said gently. "To what do I owe the visit?"

He gave a short laugh, half surprised. "Well, I suppose you don't have a television." He joked but you only offered him a confused expression. "Y/N, the world is kind of chaotic. I've come to extend a work invitation."

You give a humorless laugh, crossing your arms. "Look, Mordo, I appreciate the visit, but if you came just for that, I must say you've wasted your time. Wanda and I are retired."

He blinked in confusion. "Wanda?"

"Yeah, she went to take the girls to school, actually. Like I said if there's anything else..."

"No, don't worry." He cuts off half hesitantly but forces a smile. "I already know what I needed to know. It was good to see you again, Y/N. Sorry for wasting your time."

Memories become more unstable after that, shattered.

"What's going on?" Wanda asks worriedly, and you swallow dryly before answering:

"When Charles Xavier, a telepath from my universe, intervened to try to get me out of the fantasy, my magic fought back. My memories began to fragment as the fantasy broke down, and it wasn't until he involved my Wanda that I finally accepted what had happened."

The surroundings became your home again, an image of you coming home from work to a flooded floor made you frown in concern.

"Darling?" You called out, leaving your briefcase on the desk and running upstairs. "Girls?"

But the house was empty, and you couldn't find the source of the water upstairs, so you run downstairs after searching through everything.

And when you stepped downstairs, the day had changed. Your daughters were on the couch watching television, and the floor was dry. You gulped immediately, but when your wife called you from the kitchen, you went over in hesitant steps.

"Wanda, a strange thing has just happened..." You started but fell silent when you found Wanda staring at the faucet leaking water on the floor, and beginning to wet the kitchen. "Wanda?" You called out worriedly, moving one hand to turn off the faucet, and using the other to turn it towards you. You let out an exclamation as you felt the temperature of her skin. "Wanda, you're freezing. Why are you barefoot? Hell, come on you need to warm up."

You grew more nervous when the day changed again, an expression of confusion and fear taking over your face, which only got more agonizing when you couldn't find your daughters on the couch, and the decorations in the house had changed again.

Still, you moved Wanda in front of the fireplace, kneeling beside her and pulling a blanket from the couch to place on her shoulders.

"Here darling, it will get better." You murmured hurriedly, moving your arms down and up against hers to try to warm her. "Wanda, what's going on, where are the girls?"

Wanda blinked confusedly at you. "What girls?"

"Our daughters, Wanda." You told her with concern in your voice, caressing her cheek. "Annie and Hallie, darling. They were in the living room and-"

"We don't have daughters, Y/N." Wanda interrupted with a mixed expression of confusion and disbelief, pulling away from your touch a little to look around. "Where am I?"

"Our home, Wanda. What...what's wrong? Did you hit your head or something?"

Wanda shook her head in denial, pushing your hand away.

"No, that doesn't make sense." She said with emotion in her voice, beginning to despair. "We were fighting, Thanos tried to steal your stone and-"

"Honey, that was five years ago. We won! We won and I was able to save you and-"

"No, Y/N." Wanda cuts in standing up, her voice loud and frightened, and you do the same, looking at her with hesitation. "I saved you. Y/N can't you remember?"

"Wanda, what..." She began to cry, hugging her own body, and you shushed to hug her on instinct, but Wanda pushed you hard. "Honey, please, you're scaring me."

"I'm dead, Y/N!" She shouted and you took a step back in shock and confusion, thick tears in your eyes as you shook your head. "Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? I'm dead!"

"No, no, stop saying that..."

The house began to shake, and Wanda stopped crying as she buried her hands in her face for a moment. You would have raised your hand to reach her if two children hadn't run from the kitchen to your legs.

"Hey, darlings, I'm talking to Mama now, go to your room, okay?" You try, but the little girls only squeeze harder. Wanda looks at you with puffy eyes.

"What is this, Y/N?"

"Honey, don't scare the girls." You ask in a shaky voice, but Wanda gives a tearful laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Don't you realize that you can't even feel them?"

You frown in confusion but look down. And you choke as you realize that although greenish eyes look at you fondly, and two pairs of arms are clasped around your legs, there is no touch. You stumble away, and your daughters disappear.

"W-what..."

Wanda ignores your shock to look around, her eyes and hands turning scarlet.

"What's all this, Y/N?" She asks with a bitterness in her voice that makes you shudder. "These pictures on the wall, these fake memories-"

"Don't say that."

The house begins to crumble as Wanda uses her magic and you raise your hand in the air, asking her to stop, but you don't fight the destruction.

When only an empty lot can be seen, Wanda stops and gestures in the air for you to see the number of golden threads coming out of that lot and from you in all directions.

You let out an exclamation, touching your own chest, but it continues to expel.

"What the hell?" You gasp and shudder as you find your red irises filled with tears.

"You need to let me go, honey." Wanda says much more gently now, raising a hand to your face. "It's painful to be here."

"I don't.... what..."

"It's time, Y/N." She whispers. "This life is not real, my love. You can't destroy this world for a corpse."

You grabbed her arms, and though you shuddered at the temperature, your expression was hard. "Don't say that! Y-you're not dead!"

Wanda offers you a tearful smile, tracing lines on your face as she used to do. "I will love you in all my lives, but this one is over. You deserve more than a dream."

You sobbed, shaking your head. "No, Wanda, please, I just want to be with you."

She gasps softly, thick tears that match your own slipping down her face. "Darling, feel what you are doing to this world by keeping me here. You need to let me go."

It took a moment, but you did as she asked. Your eyes turned golden, and you took your eyes from her to your surroundings, being able to observe the cracks of instability the magic was causing in your reality, and being able to feel the agony of those you subjugated. You let go of Wanda, falling to your knees in a sob. She sighs deeply, and lowers herself to the same height, her hands going to your face.

"You need to do just one last thing, my dear." She whispers caressing your cheek. "You need to guide my forge."

You blink in confusion. "W-what?"

"Y/N, I don't have the power to tidy up your mess." She says as gently as she can. "And you can't fix order with more order. Only I can set them free."

You swallow dryly, blinking in confusion, "B-but I don't know how to do that."

"Don't worry, my dear, I will guide you."

Wanda helps you to stand, and when you do, passes your arms around her. "It will be like our wedding dance. Close your eyes."

But you only took a little more than two steps to the side, before Wanda - who was humming a song in Romani that you didn't know and had a hand on your back - opened her eyes glowing in scarlet. You let out a gasping sigh as you felt a strong burning in your back, and shuddered against her.

"It hurts Wanda." You whispered, but she didn't loosen her grip, and you could feel your shirt getting wet.

"I know, baby, I can feel it." She says back. "I'm so sorry."

She mutters words in a language you don't know, and the next moment, you grunt in pain and lose the strength in your body, falling to your knees in the grass.

"It's done." Wanda spoke, but it was not to you, but rather to someone else coming at the entrance of the house.

You, half out of breath, look at Professor Xavier approaching with Mordo and immediately go on the defensive.

You attack the Sorcerer first, throwing him meters away without difficulty, but Wanda forces your face back into hers as you go to attack Charles.

"Enough, Y/N, no more fighting. No more lies." She says, and you sob softly. "They are here to help us."

"They took you from me."

"No, Y/N, I died a long time ago, you know that." Wanda says low and touches your face. "It's time to kill this fantasy too."

But you only sob, and even as Wanda begins to use chaos magic to balance your universe again, you only hug your knees.

She comes back to you at what seems like an eternity later and touches your hands until you look at her again.

"Just one more piece." She says softly, bringing her hand to the height of your chest. The other goes to your cheek, and she offers you a sweet smile. "I love you so much, my dear. I would have loved this life."

You sniffle, and when you speak, it comes out breathless both from crying and from Wanda's magic neutralizing the order in your chest. "You would never have let me pierce a baby's ear."

Wanda giggles, her eyes filled with tears. "Nor would I have let you buy a guitar to let it grow old in the basement." She retorts making you laugh weakly as well. After a moment, her expression turns more serious. "Do you see now, my love? The flaws in this false life?"

You want to cry again, but you nod. "Forgive me, Wanda."

"I would have done the same thing if I had lost you."

There is no way of knowing, so all you do to offer her is a small smile. She lets out a tired sigh, getting up, and you take your cue to do the same.

"You're the one who has to let me go, Y/N." Wanda says, and only after a moment does you understand, and you sob, denying it with your head.

"N-no, not that. I won't-"

Wanda puts her hands on your face, trying to calm you down. "My love, I'm so, so sorry." She says caressing your cheeks. "I am a Scarlet Witch forged by a Guardian of the Order. Only you can do this. It can't be anyone else."

"Wanda, I can't, please-"

"I'm already dead, Y/N. It will be like putting me to sleep." She tries and you only sob harder, hugging her. "Honey, say goodbye. Things will only balance when I'm gone."

"I will give my power to anyone, please don't make me..."

"Y/N, it has to be you." It is Charles' voice that finally intervenes sounding as crestfallen as you are. Wanda releases you so you look at him. "Wanda doesn't exist anymore. I can only see her because I am in your mind. No one else is capable of fighting her."

You look at Wanda in horror, but she only caresses your cheek.

"Say goodbye to us, Y/N. For good this time." Wanda asks, and you realize that your daughters are standing beside each of her legs, and a sob breaks in your throat.

You lower yourself to their height, and even though you can't feel them, you hug them tight.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Annie asks confused, and you sniffle as you shake your head.

"It's nothing, honey." You say. "Mommy will just miss you."

"Where are we going?" Hallie asks suspiciously, and even though your heart breaks, you force a smile at her.

"You guys are going for a walk with Mama, okay? You're going to behave, right?"

Annie and Hallie exchange mischievous glances, but they nod, and you hug them one last time before rising to Wanda.

"I don't know how to..."

"Just hold me. Don't think too much, and just do it. Remove the forge, and I will go." Wanda interrupts as you explain, and you swallow dryly before nodding. She offers you a tearful smile before you hug her.

The next time you let go, there is no one in your arms.

The memory ends, and Wanda slips her arms around you, making you sigh softly before hugging her back.

"I'm sorry."

"I get the impression that when I killed her, your Westview happened." You mutter and Wanda frowns in confusion, loosening her grip to look at you.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's look at one last memory. Before we check out America."

Wanda was going to say she's seen enough for today, not wanting to prolong your suffering at reviewing so many tragedies, but her curiosity and your assured look make her agree.

The last memory begins in a dark cell. You are wearing magic chains on your arms and ankles, and hugging your knees. A pile of trays of rotten, untouched food grows next to the wall.

The door opens, and a sorcerer in a black robe enters.

"I have been waiting to see you in one of these since the day I saw you murder your brother." Kaecillius says but you don't react to his teasing, though he knows you're not asleep by the way you shrink a little more. "What, no comeback?"

"What do you want, master?" You grumble between teeth, and he gives a weak laugh as he takes the free seat at the other end of the room.

"Master? Wow, did they put you under some kind of manners spell?" He mocks laughing at his own joke. "Or, let me guess, guilt is corroding you into submission."

An irritated grunt escapes, and the chains in your hand vibrate. Kaecillius lets out another laugh.

"There she is." He sneers, and you sigh wearily before raising your eyes to him.

"Just tell me what you want."

"I, Miss L/N, wanted to be enjoying my retirement on the Barramas." He says adjusting his cape. "But you see, your little dollhouse spell has ruined this universe to the point where even the most obnoxious Sorcerers are needed to straighten the balance."

"I've already made things right." You retort angrily, receiving an argued grimace in return. "Charles and Mordo guided my arrest, they have already testified about Westview and my sacrifice and-"

"My this and my that, you always were so selfish, weren't you, Y/N?" Kaecillus interrupts with a wicked grin. " For your information, sacrificing your fake family was the least you could have done after what it caused around here!"

You grunt angrily, but Kaecillius doesn't flinch. "What, you want me to lie? For me to tell you nice stories, or pat you on the back and say, congratulations on letting your dead wife rest in the afterlife. No, child! Every second of your fantasy has opened a crack in space-time. At first, Kamar Taj thought they were dark sorcerers like me, do you realize the treatment we received? Covens all over the world were dismantled, witches marginalized, no one could find a guilty party. Then came the beasts! And the natural disasters. Did you know that Miami is underwater? Or Panama and half of Chile? And while these people were losing their lives, you are playing house with a corpse!"

You shuddered at the screams, hiding your face between your legs again. Kaecillius took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I came here to offer you the chance to right your wrongs." He declares after a moment, and it takes another for you to raise your face, thick tears in your eyes, to him.

"How?"

He clears his throat. "You are still the most powerful Sorceress in this universe, Y/N. And you still have the Mind Stone to help you form the solutions." He says. "I'll put you in charge of fixing everything."

You swallow dryly, frowning softly. "I thought... I thought sacrificing Wanda would fix everything."

"This is exactly why Mordo didn't want you as Guardian, you understand nothing of your own nature." Complains the other. "A Guardian to a Scarlet Witch, one shouldn't exist without the other! How many classes have you been missing?"

"Wanda told me that I needed to let her go-"

"Yes, because she was dead!" Kaecillus interrupted in frustration. "And Mordo still told us that you, a guardian, forged her as the Scarlet Witch, didn't you? I can hardly imagine the wrath of the gods over that. But that's for another day because we have bigger problems here. Get this clear once and for all, Y/N, a guardian exists to destroy the Scarlet Witch, as it is written. But Wanda was already dead. You didn't fulfill the prophecy, but you don't even need to, because you never completed your forging and swore Oshtur your loyalty."

You frown, absorbing his words. "B-but what am I supposed to do now?"

"After all you've done? The only thing, come on. Go clean up your mess." Kaecillius says. "Your magic must be monitored, but don't worry, we'll make good use of your powers."

Kaecillius stands up, wiping the dust from his robes. "And so, do we have an agreement, or can I tell everyone that you would rather your wife's second death meant nothing?"

"Fuck you Kaecillius."

He laughs with gusto. "I knew you still had it in you, Y/N. Deal?"

You roll your eyes, but raise your hand to him. "Deal."

The memories start to flow between the long days of working to tidy up your universe, but Wanda stumbles back and in the blink of an eye, you are back in your bodies on the terrace of the train station.

You blink a little trying to get used to your surroundings again, and Wanda gets up first, looking very upset. You hurry to get up and approach her.

"Hey, Wands, I know it's a lot but-"

"When she died, I became the Scarlet Witch, didn't I?" Wanda asks with an indecipherable expression, following your same line of thought as before. You sigh.

"I don't know." You say sincerely. "It may have happened when I received Oshtur's blessing as a Knight, or it may have happened when I let her go. I wish I had all the answers, Wanda, but I really don't."

Wanda shook her head, her eyes filled with tears.

"What you know is enough, Y/N." She says in an accusatory tone. "A Guardian is destined to destroy the Scarlet Witch. There is no future for us."

You swallow dryly, shaking your head. "Wanda, I would never do that, I would never-"

"But you already have." She retorts, tears streaming down her face. "And you did it with your wife. I'm just a replacement for her, so it's going to be even easier."

"Wanda, don't say that!"

But she turns her back on you, and though you try to go after her, and even get in her way, she can't hear you anymore, Chthon's ironic laughter is the only sound in her ears.

Wanda rips the Cube door off without difficulty with her magic, and you let out an exclamation, trying to grab her by the shoulders. She grunts in annoyance and enchants a bicycle stand to pin you to the wall.

America wakes up with the commotion and only has time to scream in surprise before Wanda pulls her by the arm outside, where she has enough room to conjure a portal into an open place.

You let out an exclamation, but witness Wanda enchanting the girl's mind - a portal breaking in front of them - until she finds the world she wants to go to.

This is the right one.

With Chthon's whisper of approval, Wanda steps forward, only to see the world change again.

She blinks in confusion, but as she looks at America, she notices the scarlet magic fused with golden threads. She looks at you with indignation, raising her free hand so that one of the irons forces its way around your neck, and though the gold wavers in your eyes, you don't stop altering the worlds.

"Y/N, don't make me hurt you." Wanda asks between teeth, increasing the pressure.

You give her a short, tired laugh, and Wanda can see the blood beginning to trickle down your nose, hesitating a little.

"I am just keeping our deal." You tell her, and with a pained grunt, you free yourself from the irons with a short golden blast, not giving Wanda much time to react as you run towards her and push her and America into the portal.

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#the last westview flashbacks made me cry #the girl twins omg i love them ☹️ <3

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Pairing: Soft!Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda can no longer go to the universe where she'd be most happy but she'll use all the power she's accumulated so far to go the universe where she's most loved. What she finds in this universe is unexpected but in the end, Wanda cannot help but covet it no matter what.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. soft!dark!Wanda. dubcon. explicit smut. Fingering. Oral. choking. overstimulation. strap-on use (cum filled). dirty talk. obsessive behaviour. domestic fluff. angst. MoM spoilers

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any other platforms (even with credit)

Note: Innocent moots, don't look at me 👀 This is me acknowledging MoM but only in the fact that Wanda is so hot and deserves to be happy in her own unhinged way LOL

miláčik - honey/darling

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The universe where I'm most loved.

Wanda chants this only thing in her head, cautious hope blooming where there was only decay.

Earth-838 was no longer an option, thanks to Strange's incessant determination to stop her from becoming happy.

That universe was closed off to her, but it was okay. If Wanda couldn't have the universe where she was most happy, she could make do with where she was most loved.

Wanda has just enough of America's power to make one trip, and she needs to make it count before Strange could come and ruin everything again.

The universe where I'm most loved.

A part of Wanda feels like she's missing something important from this universe she's abandoning. It almost feels as if something is resisting her from going to the universe where she's most loved, but Wanda forces her body to traverse.

Enough.

Wanda has had enough of the grief and misery this universe brought. She has always loved more and loved harder than everyone else in her life. For once, Wanda wants to be the person who is loved beyond imaginable measures.

And this new universe will give that to her.

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White quartz.

It's the first thing Wanda notices. The kitchen island is huge, stretching and covering the middle of the kitchen, and she immediately falls in love with it.

Wanda misses cooking real meals, a part of her that was subdued over time, with the lack of time and survival at the forefront. But this kitchen looked well-used while spotless.

The smell of freshly baked cookies invades Wanda's nose, and she almost feels flustered at how homey it makes her feel.

Looking up, Wanda turns her head and is shocked by her own reflection. Her hair is still a bright auburn, falling just a couple of inches below her shoulder with some natural waves as if she hadn't bothered straightening or fully curling it.

"Mom, mom, mom!"

The sudden voices and thudding footsteps through the door startle Wanda. She looks to where the front door opened, and two tiny bodies come barreling through towards her.

The arms thrown around her waist almost knock the wind out of her, but the tears sting her eyes because—

"Billy, Tommy," Wanda trembles.

"Mom, mom! Did you make the cookies?"

"Are they done?"

"Can we have ice cream with it right now?"

Wanda needs to swallow down the overwhelming emotion that knots in her throat before she can answer.

Of course, Wanda thought. Where she was most loved—it'd be where her boys were. Whatever had occurred in this universe to cause Wanda to not be the happiest—it didn't matter because her boys were here, and as long as they were here, she could be the most loved.

"Sur—"

"Wanda Maximoff, you better not be giving in and spoiling the boys' appetite before dinner."

The new voice makes Wanda freeze. It's not familiar, raising Wanda's hackles as she holds the boys closer to her. She looks to the door again, and when you come through...Wanda's at a loss for words.

There's no universe where she's seen you.

You're struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your arms as you peer over to the trio.

"Did you boys just abandon me with all the bags for cookies?" You cock your brows at them, meant to look displeased, but Wanda and the boys could see the tiny smirk of amusement on your lips.

The boys giggle before they move out of Wanda's hold towards you. There's a moment where Wanda wants to grab them back to her again, but when she sees them running towards you and taking some of the bags to lessen your load, Wanda can't help but stare.

"Sorry, mum," Billy gives you a boyish smile, trying to take another bag from you to help.

"But we could smell the cookies from outside!" Tommy cackles but still helps you out as well.

Wanda feels her heart stop.

Mum?

The boys were referring to you as mum?

How could you be—

Now that one of your hands is free, Wanda watches as you ruffle the boys' hair one at a time before kissing the crown of their head.

"I'll forgive this once because I know mom's cookies are the best in the world and if I had been faster...I would've left you two in the dust," you start laughing as the boy screams indignations with squealing laughter.

You're still laughing as the three of you make it back to the kitchen, placing all the bags on the counter.

"Why don't you two run up and finish your homework? We'll give you a call when dinner is ready." You look at the boys.

"But the cookies—"

"—Are for after dinner," you cut them off with a look that has the boys sighing as they look at each other and give you and Wanda a kiss on the cheek before running off.

Anxiety fills Wanda the second she's alone with you. It makes her want to raise her hands, preparing to fight you because who could you be that would make you mum to her boys? Who were you to intrude in on her happiness and the world where she was most loved?

Was this a universe where Vision existed and they divorced? Were you their stepmother?

You turn your face to her, and Wanda's hackles rise like the hair on the back of her neck. You reach out, grabbing her apron and pulling her towards you. Wanda's about to unleash the full force of her magic on you but is stopped short when she feels warm lips against her own.

It's hot—needy and desperate almost.

Her hand falls against your shoulder and grips at your shirt, and the kiss is broken.

"Hi, darling," you pant just mere inches away from her lips. "I really, really like when you look like this."

The way you say it almost sounds like a whine, and Wanda's lip twitches at it.

"Oh?" is the only thing Wanda can say.

You hum, peppering kisses against her jaw and down her neck, and the sensation is almost too overwhelming. On the one hand, this body feels accustomed to the physical affections, but Wanda is not.

"I missed you all day," you sigh. "Can't believe you're just being all pretty here all the time and I miss hours of it. Should I work from home tomorrow?"

Wanda swallows. Your lips keep peppering kisses, and Wanda almost has whiplash how the needy kisses turn into tender ones, brushing over the tip of her nose and eyelids.

Something hot stings behind Wanda's eyes.

"Can you?" Wanda manages to say. She doesn't know what to say otherwise. It's daunting to know she knows nothing about her life here—she knows nothing about you.

"I don't have any meetings tomorrow," you stand straighter, your eyes drifting up in thought. "Maybe I should take the day off," you muse. "It's been a while since we did something fun with just the two of us."

Wanda doesn't know what to say. She just looks at you, wary and confused. You don't seem to notice her expression too much, taking her silence as agreement to what you suggested.

You turn to look through the groceries. "What do you want to eat for dinner tonight? I bought a variety of things since you said you weren't sure what you're craving."

Wanda weighs her options and choices. She needs to integrate herself into this life and ensure you don't suspect anything.

"Is there something you're craving?" Wanda asks you in a friendly tone.

You hum slowly in thought. "Oh, how about those meatballs you made last month? Those were so good, I've been dreaming about them." You start to put away the groceries other than what ingredients you'll need. You mull over what sides to have.

You're mumbling about what's easier to make, and it becomes clear to Wanda you'll be staying to cook with her, and although it's foreign, Wanda finds it endearing.

Once you finish deciding, you turn to smile impishly at her, and Wanda quirks her brow at it. Despite not knowing you, she somehow feels like she knows that look on you.

"Want to split a cookie? We have to be super quiet, though. I'm pretty sure the boys have a secret power of knowing when we're eating cookies without them."

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It becomes clear throughout the evening that while, yes, her boys love her, they're not the reason why this variant of Wanda is the most loved in the universe.

It's you—you're the reason.

The evening puts Wanda on edge for different reasons. She looks at the ring on her left hand, trying to not fiddle with it again. You helped her put it back on when the two of you were done cooking, seemingly knowing where she always placed it.

She was married, Wanda deliberated, to a woman. It was odd, Wanda had never considered it, but she found that she was at ease with it.

You make her laugh, you look at her with so much love, and Wanda feels suffocated by it. She feels smothered in every way she has ever wanted to be, and she could drown in your love and the way you look at her and the boys.

They're not yours; it's obvious. You've stepped up into a role you never had to, yet you did. For her, yes, but because you love the two boys as if they're your own.

You always find a way to touch her, as if you can't be close enough. It's your legs pressed against hers underneath the table, almost tangled together. It's your hand on top of hers at the diner table or on her thigh.

It's all subconscious, Wanda knows. She knows because she looks into your head on a surface level. Things float about and tease deep inside, and Wanda must refrain from breaking into your mind piece by piece. There'd be time for that later.

"Alright, what should we do tonight? Movies? Games?" You ask as you gather the plates with Tommy to place into the dishwasher. Wanda's eyes trail after you, staring at your form in scrutiny before Billy tugs at her arm.

"What do you want to do, mom?" He asks her, and Wanda knows he's asking her because he can tell she's been out of sorts, and it makes her heart swell.

"Oh, anything you want to do, sweetheart," Wanda wraps her arm around Billy, placing his head against her collarbone as she strokes his hair and kisses his forehead.

"Movie!" Tommy is screaming from the kitchen as he runs back in with you trailing behind with the cookies and ice cream.

"Do you mind grabbing plates, darling?" You ask Wanda, kissing the crown of her head as you pass by her and set the things down in your arms.

Wanda is about to get up, but you place your hand on her arm.

"Use your powers," you tilt your head in confusion as to why she was getting up.

Wanda is surprised you so openly encourage her to use her powers, but she likes it. Four plates float from the kitchen to the dining table and set themselves down gently.

"Alright, how many cookie ice cream sandwiches do we want?" You look at the boys.

"Ten!" The boys shout simultaneously as they look at each other, smiling.

You snort, and Wanda finds herself laughing.

"Ambitious," you smirk, "but let's start with two and go from there."

"Mom," Tommy whines as he looks at Wanda like he knows she'll be more likely to cave in. "Tell mum to make it three."

The look Tommy gives her makes Wanda tender. This is everything she wanted, this was everything she deserved, and she'd do anything for her boys.

Wanda looks at you and shrugs. "It can't hurt to have one more."

You point the ice cream scoop at her but grab more cookies. "When either the ice cream melts by the time they get to the third one, or they get too full, you will regret this, Maximoff."

You're still grinning, and the boys are chatting animatedly, and Wanda is surprised to find she wants this moment to last, even with you in it.

The boys grab their plates and take off carefully to the sofa and begin looking for a movie to watch. You diligently make a cookie ice cream sandwich for Wanda.

"Let's go," you say as you pass her the dessert.

"Not going to make yourself one?" Wanda asked as you went to put the ice cream back in the freezer.

You return, pecking her quickly on the lips, and then promptly take a bite out of the dessert you just made Wanda.

"Someone's going to have to eat the third one the boys won't finish," you say after chewing.

"And if they finish it?" Wanda challenges.

You grin at her innocently. "If it seems like they're on track to eating the third one, I'll share with my generous wife."

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The boys don't finish the third ice cream cookie sandwich as you predicted, and you look entirely too smug at her when you're eating the soggy dessert. Of course, you generously shared the dessert with Wanda, who tried to refuse, but it was futile.

The night was peaceful, and Wanda almost hadn't wanted it to end. You spent the evening curled into her, almost purring as she ran her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. You fit perfectly against her, warm and alive.

Wanda doesn't know what to think, and she merely goes with the flow, keeping you close as you clearly so want. She strokes the softness of the skin of your arm while you play with the fingers of her other hand.

When you do this, Wanda can't help but think about how you don't know. You don't know her corrupted fingers, blackened by the results of her desperation to be happy.

"I think it's time for bed, boys," you say suddenly, and Wanda looks over to find the boys half-falling asleep on the couch.

"No, I'm not sleepy," Tommy argues, trying to open his eyes, but they stay half-lidded.

Billy doesn't seem to agree but doesn't speak up either, curling into Wanda's side.

"Bedtime, Tommy," Wanda gives him a look to which he frowns but agrees as he gets up with Billy, and they make their way upstairs.

"I'm going to clean up," you tell Wanda.

"Do you want help?" She offers, but you shake your head.

"No, why don't you start tucking the boys in and I'll be there soon?"

Wanda nods, hesitating for a moment before she leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth, and walks off. She can hear the sounds of dishes clanking as she makes her way up the stairs. Taking her time, she looks around. The hallway is filled with photos of you and her together, and there were photos of all four of them.

But one particular photo made her pause, heart dropping into her stomach as she stared at it.

A photo with Vision with the kids.

Vision—he was in this universe as well? Had he died? She stares at the photo, finding that the kids don't look much younger—a year at the most.

Wanda stands at the photo longer than she thinks until she can hear someone calling her.

"Mom?"

It's Billy and Tommy, stepping out of the washroom as they've finished brushing their teeth.

"Hey, all ready for bed?" Wanda smiles at them, and they nod. She follows them to their room as they both jump into their bed, only a couple of feet away from each other.

The scene is all too familiar, and her chest aches. She tucks them in, kissing each of their foreheads as she sits on the edge of Tommy's bed. At this point, you enter the room.

Tommy smiles at you as you grin back at him, walking over to him and kissing his forehead. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything.

You then walk over to Billy's bed, sitting on the edge and kissing his forehead.

"Did you have fun tonight?" You ask softly, and the boys nod. "And you finished your homework?"

The boys roll their eyes in union but nod nonetheless.

"Angels, the lot of you are," you tease, and they giggle.

"Goodnight," you and Wanda bid. "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight," they say together.

"Love you," Billy says sleepily as his eyes close, and Tommy mumbles something similar.

With that, you stand up, holding your hand out for Wanda. She looks at her kids one more time, chanting to herself that she will see them in the morning, that this isn't a dream and she won't wake to the nightmare.

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"Were you okay today?" You ask softly. "You were kind of quiet."

The two of you were lying in bed together. You have curled into Wanda again. Your face rested against her chest, arm around her as you rubbed her back.

It's soothing, Wanda thought. It almost made her bitter that she hadn't felt like this in a long time.

Wanda felt you shift and looked down to see you peering up at her.

"Of course," Wanda reassures you. "Am I always so rambunctious?"

"Sometimes," you grin, teasing her, and Wanda pinches your side, making you try to wriggle away from her. She holds you tighter, preventing you from moving too far away from her.

When things settle down, and you wriggle to move back close against her, Wanda stares at you pensively.

"Do you love me?" She asks.

The question surprises you as you look back up at her. You study her face as if you were looking for answers.

"You haven't asked that since just before our wedding," you comment and that surprises Wanda. Because, at the very least, she knows the two of you have been married for a couple of years.

This variant of her was so sure you loved her that she hadn't questioned it for years?

It was almost laughable to Wanda. Something jealous brews inside her, simmering just beneath the surface.

Wanda doesn't say anything, and she thinks you might not either, or you'll say something so predictable and empty like, "of course I do."

But you simply press your face into her chest, reaching to grab her hand and drag it to your cheek.

"Look," you tell her, and Wanda freezes.

Privacy was always an issue for the people around Wanda. They always worried about whether or not she was listening to them, even if unintentionally.

Now with how her powers had grown, it was a given that people automatically assumed she was breaking into your head. Don't get it wrong, Wanda had. Anything to get the results she wanted, she broke every unspoken rule to get it.

But here you were, freely offering Wanda access. Here you were, being vulnerable to her with all the trust.

And Wanda didn't hesitate.

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You sleep soundly on your side with your back facing Wanda, and she stares at the back of your head.

She should kill you, Wanda thinks, make it look like an accident.

The boys would be sad, but she could help them get it over time, couldn't she?

Seeing into your mind was too much. It was too much to see how lucky this variant of this Wanda was. Sure, she had lost many people to Thanos. She had even lost Vision last year to another villain threatening earth.

But the loss only makes Wanda laugh bitterly because she had already split with Vision years prior, agreeing to amicable joint custody with the boys.

All because she fell in love with you.

But could she blame this variant? Wanda watched everything play like a long sitcom about how you loved her.

This variant had been as miserable as she, had lost just as much as Wanda had, but she had you.

It was unfair, Wanda thought distantly. Why had you not been in her universe? Or if you were, why did they not meet? Why was she once again the only Wanda to be alone?

This variant loved you tenderly—desperately. She kissed and made love to you like you'd break if she was too rough.

And Wanda hates that variant for it. To love something so much that she was capable of treasuring it.

Wanda scoots closer to you, pressing against you as she wraps her arm around you, pulling you flush against her. She presses a kiss against your shoulder and bites into it.

You whimper.

Wanda resolves that all of this is hers now.

This life, the boys, and you.

Everything belongs to her.

And the first thing Wanda wants to know is if you will break if she's too rough.

Wanda's hand slides against your thigh, gripping the inner of it roughly before she moves back up and yanks your panties down.

The sharpness of her touch wakes you.

"Wanda?" Your voice is groggy as you startle. "What are you doing?"

"Touching you," Wanda replies simply, her hand slipping between your folds, rubbing your length slowly, stroking your clit in circles when she comes up.

You moan lowly, your hips moving with her hand as she sucks and nips at your neck. It isn't long until Wanda's fingers are slick from you.

"You got so wet quickly, miláčik," Wanda husks in your ear. "You must want me to fuck you badly."

Your breath hitches at the way Wanda talks to you. The two of you engage in dirty talk often, but not like this.

Wanda guides your leg over her hip before she resumes stroking your pussy until you're dripping and thrusting your hips desperately against her fingers for more.

Wanda's other hand is under you, wrapped around your torso and underneath your shirt as she gropes your chest roughly. Her index finger rolls your hardened nipple back and forth, and she can hear your labored breathing.

Your neck is littered with hickeys, dark and bruising. Wanda isn't even close to being done with you, and you look so ruined already. Wanda wants to see you completely undone. She wants to break you down to nothing so she can build you back up to be hers.

"Wanda..." you keen, gripping the bed sheet on the side, trying to not cry at how bad you want more. Something feels different, but you can't put your finger on it. Honestly, you could barely even think about it with how your body was trembling.

"Use your words, miláčik," Wanda bites at your earlobe. "Tell me what you want—how ready your body is."

You feel close already with how diligent Wanda had been paying attention to your clit, but you just want—

"Please, please, please," you barely get out. "I want you inside, I wanna feel you...I want to cum."

Wanda mutters about how you're such a good girl and thrusts three fingers inside you until she's all the way in, stroking your walls.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you moan, gripping the bedsheets tighter as your leg tenses against Wanda's hip.

How you feel on Wanda's fingers has her biting your shoulder again, almost hard enough to leave imprints. You whimper at the pain, but Wanda doesn't let up.

Her other hand abandons your chest and moves out of your shirt up to your neck, grasping it. You feel so delicate against her, and Wanda almost understands why this variant was adamant about being gentle.

"Wanda—" you say, almost a little alarmed, but Wanda hushes you.

"You're gonna cum just like this," she hisses in your ear, squeezing your throat a little tighter. She licks the shell of your ear, and her voice is throaty when she says, "I missed you, too. You wouldn't even believe how long I've been waiting for you."

Wanda can feel herself dripping for you, but she wants to feel you come over her fingers. She keeps her thrusts inside you, curling her fingers as she strokes that spot inside you that makes you tremble.

"Wanda—"

"Go on and cum, miláčik," Wanda moves her fingers a little faster, keeping the pressure steady as it finally mounts over, and you come with a long groan.

You feel lightheaded and exhausted as Wanda strokes you through the remnants of the hardest orgasm you've ever had.

Going limp against her body, Wanda releases your throat as she pulls her fingers out of you, earning a hum from you. She sucks the mess you made on her fingers, licking the length of her fingers one by one.

You're panting, trying to regain control of your breathing, and Wanda moves and pushes you to lie on your back. She grips the end of your t-shirt, dragging it up and over your head. She stares at your naked form unabashed, appreciating it for a moment before completely undressing herself.

Wanda adjusts her body over yours, legs straddling your thigh. You feel Wanda lower herself, her wetness spreading over your thigh as she rides it slowly.

The low guttural moan Wanda lets out sparks something in your stomach. She looks at you, her eyes glowing red for just a moment.

"It's good you're taking the day off tomorrow."

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"Just like that," Wanda moans, grinding her hips more firmly.

Your hair is gripped tightly, hair threading through Wanda's fingers as she uses it as leverage to thrust her hips into your face. Wanda looks down, only able to see a little less than half your face as she's sitting on it while you eat her out.

Your hands are hooked over Wanda's thigh, securing and occasionally massaging her thighs and hips. Your tongue dips inside her, and Wanda grunts. Her thighs tighten around your head.

Wanda allows you to drag it out a little longer before she pulls at your hair in a warning, and you quickly fasten your lips around her clit, sucking and keeping the pressure steady until Wanda lets out a high keen, thrusting her hips with reckless abandon as she comes messily over your face.

You don't complain about how she might be suffocating you, and when Wanda slows her hips, coming down from her high, she looks to the side. The curtains are still closed, but she can tell it's nearing noon.

Wanda had woken up early to drop the kids off at school while you slept on obliviously. When she came back, she only let you sleep a little longer before waking you by peppering kisses up and down your neck, pressing her body into yours as she lay on top of you.

Wanda's been working your body since, and she's lost count of how many times she's made you orgasm. Similarly, she's lost count for herself as well.

Climbing off your face carefully, she watches you use your fingers to clean your face, licking her slick off your fingers. The sight of you exhausted but clearly having enjoyed yourself has Wanda leaving more hickeys down your body. You're littered with them, all marked up by her, and she revels in it.

"Wanda..." you whine, trying to move your body away, but she holds you still. "I can't anymore."

But Wanda doesn't listen, kissing her way up your body until she's face to face with you. She captures your lips in a messy kiss, licking the inside of your mouth and the teeth pulling at your bottom lip. She can taste herself with the taste of you, and it's all Wanda wants.

"One more," Wanda tells you, caressing your arms until she reaches your hands, pushes them against the mattress, and holds them down.

"Wanda, I really can't—" you shake your head. "We've been going at it for hours...I'm too sensitive now."

"Feels better that way," Wanda mutters, barely even listening to you. Her body feels addicted to you. Everything in her tells her to take it, to make you give everything to her. You're hers now; you're always going to be hers.

You try to reason with Wanda, unsure what's gotten into her. The last time the two of you had this much sex was around the time you were on your honeymoon.

But even then, whatever was happening now was different. Wanda was always a little desperate. It was just who she was after everything she's experienced. As desperate as she was, though, Wanda was also always careful.

That carefulness seemed to fly out of the window since last night. Wanda was fucking you with reckless abandon, determined to take everything and more.

You feel a pressure between your legs, something thick and slick pressing into you. Wanda groans, her forehead dropping against yours. You look down, but the only thing you catch is something red attached to Wanda disappearing into you.

"Wanda—" your breath hitches, feeling the stretch as Wanda moves inside you. "Oh, god, Wanda, it's too much," your hands strain against Wanda's as she laces them together, bringing them over your head and pinned down.

"Just perfect," Wanda mutters, and you can feel her lips ghosting yours. "Feels good, feels so fucking good inside you."

You know then that Wanda used her power to create some kind of strap-on connected to the nerves of her clit. You can feel Wanda's hardened nipples rubbing over yours as she thrusts slowly into you.

When she's all the way in, Wanda pauses, taking a deep breath. You were trembling from how sensitive you felt; it was on the edge of being painful.

But then Wanda moves, and you let out a string of incoherent pleas. She barely moves out before she's thrusting back in. She strokes the same spot inside you over and over until tears run down your face.

"One more," Wanda breathes into your mouth. "One more, give me just one more."

"I can't—" you huff.

"Yes, you can," Wanda cuts you off. Her thrusts get harder but remain the same on moving slightly out before thrusting relentlessly back in. The rough sensation brings you closer and closer to the edge, and Wanda can feel you pulsating as you get near your end.

She drops your hand, and they immediately go to her back, your nails dragging down. Your roughness makes her moan, and Wanda sinks her head into your neck.

"Fuck, I want to come inside you," Wanda mutters. She wants to coat the inside of you. She wants to own you in there too. Wanda wants it all. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, miláčik?"

You don't answer, and Wanda grips your face as she lifts her head to stare down at you. Her thrusts are getting messy as you are nearing the climax.

"Wouldn't you like it?" Wanda asks you again, more roughly this time. "Tell me you want me inside you like that right now, miláčik."

It's like an unspoken threat that if you don't, Wanda won't let you off until you do.

"Yes," you immediately whimper. "Yes, yes, I want you to come inside me."

Wanda looks satisfied as she brings her thumb to stroke your clit until she's roughly ripping your last orgasm out of your over-wrought body.

The moan you let out is soundless as Wanda groans in the back of her throat, and you feel something warm gush inside you. The thrusting doesn't stop as Wanda rides out the waves until you stop pulsating around her.

Your chest heaves just as hers does, trying to calm your breathing. You pray that Wanda finally takes mercy on you and keeps her promise that it was just one more.

You feel the strap-on disappearing until it's just Wanda resting between your legs. She kisses you softly now, and you almost breathe loudly in relief as you return her tender kisses with your own.

Despite how rough Wanda treated you, your gentle kisses are what sways her completely into you. Gentle, rough—you truly love Wanda as she is.

"I love you," Wanda mumbles against your lips. "Always love me."

You stroke her head, finally regaining your breath.

"Have I ever not?"

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The next few weeks for Wanda are complete bliss. Even though you're somewhat wary around her, you still touch her the same.

This life was perfect, Wanda knows. This was the wonderful little family Wanda had ever wanted.

Weekdays are filled with domestic heaven, while the weekends are filled with various activities.

Wanda wants this forever, which is why the headaches and glitches she's been experiencing as of late are concerning.

The spell isn't fully complete, and Wanda curses that she should've fought harder to kill America when she had the chance. They were looking for her, Wanda was sure, and they were getting closer.

On top of that, she could feel her variant fighting to break loose.

'Get out,' Wanda could hear her variant in her head. 'Get out! This isn't yours. None of this is! She isn't yours.'

'She's mine and I would never hurt her or the boys,' Wanda would repeatedly say to temper down her variant.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Wanda snaps her head to look at you, unaware you had approached her.

"Yes," Wanda nods. "Just a headache."

You place your hand over her forehead and frown. "You are a little warm. Maybe you should go lie down. I can finish cleaning and cook tonight."

Wanda nods, and you peck her lips as she makes her way up to her bedroom and locks the door shut. All alone now, her hands returned to their true state, darkened fingers as if decaying. Wanda conjures The Darkhold, flipping through the pages.

There had to be a solution to stay here forever.

There had to be something to keep Strange and America away from her.

But before Wanda can search deeper, she hears wreckage downstairs and your scream.

Wanda immediately transports herself downstairs using her magic and is enraged at the sight.

They found her.

Strange and America stood in her living room with a portal open, posing to fight her when they saw her.

"Wanda, you need to stop this," Strange tries to reason with her again, but she tilts her head at him with a condescending smile.

"Stop what? Living my life here? You're the one intruding, and you need to leave. I'm past mercy, Strange."

"This isn't your life!" Strange yells at her. "Let the variant of you go."

"Silence!" Wanda yells at him.

"Oh? Scared your girlfriend's going to find out?" America said with bravado, but Wanda can see her wariness underneath as she eyes you from the side.

You were cautious but silent.

Wanda begins to conjure the red wisps in her hand. "She's my wife." Thrusting her hands out, she releases her magic, and a fight ensues.

Strange is still trying to reason with her, but Wanda doesn't want to hear it anymore.

"You were a fool to bring the girl here," Wanda sneers at him when she gains the upper hand and has Strange subdued and America in her grasp.

The young girl is choking in Wanda's grip, and she sees it as a chance to finally get the power she needs to make this universe hers permanently.

"Wanda, stop!"

The voice makes Wanda freeze. She turns her head and finds you staring at her with a horrified expression.

The look of absolute fear makes Wanda feel like she's been punched in the gut.

"What are you doing?" You urge her. "Let her go, she's a kid!"

"No, no, no," Wanda tells you softly, trying to show you that she'd never hurt you. "She's a threat—to me, to you, to us and our life."

"This isn't your life," America chokes before she looks at you. "This isn't your Wanda!"

"Be QUIET," Wanda snarls at America, tightening her grip that makes America choke.

"Wanda, stop it!" You yell at her, your eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting people!"

The words make Wanda feel like she's crumbling. She drops America, letting the girl fall onto the floor on her back, hearing the wind knock out of the young girl's lungs.

Wanda looks at you; betrayal is written all over her face.

"Why are you treating me like I'm the villain?" Wanda whispers, her eyes becoming hot with tears. "You said you loved me. How can you love me and think I hurt people?"

You take a careful step towards her. "Look around, Wanda," you say softly.

"I would never—" But the words fall short on Wanda's lips. "I'm not a monster," is all she can say quietly as she drops to her knees.

"I know you're not," you say softly as you kneel in front of her and cup her face gently. "Just like I know you're not my Wanda."

Wanda immediately looks into your eyes, surprised.

You give her a wry smile. "You think I don't know my own wife? I've known since the first night."

"When—"

"When you asked if I loved you and I let you look into my mind," you give her a sad smile. "My Wanda never takes the opportunity. She is adamant about never looking into my mind and I never offer because of it. She prefers talking honestly, even if it's harder and painful."

Wanda's crying, tears welling and overflowing freely.

"Then why—" Wanda sobs.

"Wanda had her own theories about the multiverse. She was always worried it would happen, but I think every version of her should be loved."

You wiped her tears, but new ones would just fall. "You seemed sad," you tell her truthfully. "Even though I knew it wouldn't be forever by me, I wanted you to know you are loved too."

Wanda's face contorts in pain, lips trembling as she shakes her head.

"You're not a monster," you tell her again sternly. "You're a person who has done bad things out of grief but that doesn't always make you a bad person."

Wanda feels you kiss her cheek, and it's bitter.

"Do the right thing, Wanda," you encourage her. "It's time to go home."

"Is it home if you're not there?" Wanda tries to refute, and you give her a look.

"Am I dead?"

"...I don't know."

"Then look for me there," you drop your hands and move to hold Wanda's. "That variant of me might be waiting for you too."

It's silent for a moment, and America stands in the background, unsure, with Strange beside her.

"We'll be okay, Wanda," you tell her softly. "We are loved, and you will be too."

Wanda looks at you one last time before releasing the body she's held hostage, and America closes the portal to this universe.

The scene of the home she's grown used to fades into her lonely throne. It's like a hole has grown in her chest, connecting all the missing parts of her until she's empty.

America and Strange stand in the distance, unsure what their next move is if they have to continue fighting her.

"You need to leave," Wanda calmly states.

"What?"

"I opened The Darkhold, and I'm the one who needs to close it so it can never tempt anyone again," Wanda stares at her blackened fingertips. "You need to leave because this place is going to collapse."

As if on cue, the temple began shaking and crumbling. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Strange and America looked at Wanda, who didn't spare them a glance.

"I'm sorry, Wanda," Strange apologizes, and she knows it's for losing what was never hers in the beginning. With that, he takes America and flies off with her.

The temple crumbles, and Wanda doesn't move, determined to see its end. Even if you can't witness it, she wants to prove to you that she is a good person.

Wanda lets out a tiny smile, knowing that you probably believed she already followed through.

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷

-A Year and 6 months later-

Wanda sips her coffee, breathing in the fresh air. She looks down at her hair and finds it strange to see brown instead of auburn. It's been too long since she's seen the real color of her hair, and she wonders if it looks good.

The day is bright and sunny, and Wanda revels in how the sun feels on her skin.

"Would you like another one?"

Wanda looks at the waitress with a smile and shakes her head. She's here every day and usually has two cups leisurely.

But not today.

"No, thank you," Wanda answers politely and pulls out some cash, giving her usual waitress a generous tip.

The waitress thanks her and leaves. Wanda stays a second longer, waiting and taking in the view.

There's a loud car door slamming, and a woman gets out and moves to the sidewalk.

"For the last time," an exasperated voice groans. "It's over! How many times do I have to say it? Stop following me! You can’t just show up here because you know I walk through here every day."

"How can it be over? Everything has been going well for the last year! What changed?"

Wanda watches you groan.

"I don't know! I just don't see a future with you," you tap your foot impatiently. "Now stop following me around, I have shit to do and you're constantly making me late. Just—stop."

You turn to leave, but the woman grabs your arm, and Wanda stands up, pulling her hat closer to her head as she crosses the street.

Each step feels like she's getting closer to your silhouette, and the thin veil separating the two of you slowly disappears.

Wanda pushes and pushes against the veil until—

"You're hurting her."

The two of you look over to Wanda, and you stare at her for a long moment.

"Stay out of this," the woman glares at Wanda. "It's none of your business."

"It is my business," Wanda says simply. "I'm a good person."

"Are you trying to say I'm not?" The woman snaps.

"Yes, if you keep holding her arm hostage."

The woman immediately drops your arm, and you rub the spot she held, moving away.

"Leave," Wanda glares, and the woman is about to say something else, but the flash of Wanda's red eyes startles her, and she's quick to turn and walk back to her car.

The two of you watch the car drive away, and Wanda turns back to you, and you stare at her curiously.

"Have we met before?" You blink with a tilt of your head.

Wanda smiles. "Maybe in another universe."

You snort. "Smooth," you grin at her. "Thanks for that by the way."

You introduce yourself, and Wanda takes your hand.

Something electric passes through your arm, and you lick your lips.

"I'm Wanda."

You keep holding her hand, pensively looking at the woman before you.

"Can I treat you to a cookie ice cream sandwich as thanks? There's a great place nearby that does the best cookies," you gush.

Wanda nods but grins at you. "Sure, but I can make better ones."

"Really?" You look skeptical. "That's a bold statement."

"I've been told my cookies are the best in the world."

You laugh with a shake of your head as you let go of Wanda's hand and walk with her trailing beside you.

"I'll hold you to that."

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"N-no, I didn't mean-" You try but America is trying to hide her laughter at your disaster, and Wanda is turning around, and the angry salesman is cursing you in Galician and saying that that kind of flower dies if it's not taken off the branch properly.

lmaooo 😭

You frown in surprise. "Are you asking me if I had sex with your variants?"

America laughs with a roll of her eyes. "Okay, Y/N, I'll be nice to your girlfriend."

"Wife." Wanda corrects at the same time as you, causing you to give America a "told you so" look to which the girl just laughs in disbelief.

WIFE 💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗

Chavez, on the other hand, chuckles shortly: "Hey, don't blame this on me. You're the one who's completely in love with the evil witch version of this girl."

MY WIFE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG 😤

"No, you're not." She assures you with a serious expression. "I'm not going to lose you too, Y/N. You can be sure of that."

🥲 crying bcos my girl lost and went thru a lot ... i really hope y/n and wanda will get their happy ending, they deserve it ;(

You're full of shit, Chthon. She tells him.

YUP YUPPP U TELL HIM

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight - Old Friends, a Cube and a Tattoo

Wanda was in a very bad mood.

You knew it was Chthon's influence that made her easily irritable, impatient, and explosive, and it must have had something to do with Oshtur's blessing that you wanted to torment her so much in this state.

America was having a difficult day with both of you.

As Wanda was exploring your memories - and growing impatient by the minute, even though you were doing it the fast and safe way - you decided to stay in this universe for a while.

Carol assured you that the room was yours for as long as you wanted it, but made the mistake of completing it with a smile full of second thoughts to you, and America almost had to open a new portal when Wanda started a fight with a woman who was practically a star.

Fortunately, you were able to calm the tempers, even though you were now around town chasing a new shelter.

"I still vote we try a new world." Chavez suggested beside you, peeling the yellow fruit she got before you all left the inn.

"This universe is perfectly habitable, America." You retort looking around the tents. "You know the rules."

Wanda, who had her hands in her pockets a little forward, looked at you over her shoulder.

"What rules?" She asked, her accent half thick, and you figured it was because she was still irritated by the scene with Carol. Still, you were glad she was talking altogether, so you cleared your throat and America spoke before you:

"The rules of Multiverse Partners." She said taking a big bite of the fruit next. "No traveling without necessity-"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." You and Wanda warn together and America grimaces but doesn't insist. You smile at the redhead, and she gives you a strange look before refocusing on the road. You swallow dryly before continuing.

"Anyway, those were some rules I made up for her safety." You explain. "Since I don't know the extent of her abilities, I didn't want her to abuse the power. So, we only travel if necessary within a time frame. And we were on a mission to, well, find you, and America's mothers too, so we went from universe to universe, rested and ate something, and continued the journey."

"Didn't your rules include no stealing?" Wanda asks with a short smile, and you chuckle awkwardly.

"Well, sometimes I didn't have the currency of that world." You mutter. "And sometimes they didn't even pay with money, but with some kind of work. And I wasn't going to leave the child hungry."

"Lovely." Wanda muttered half uninterested, and you sighed in defeat, knowing she had gone back into her own head again.

Slipping an arm past America, you whispered to her:

"Do you have any idea how to get a girl's attention?"

Chavez laughed low, finishing chewing. "On my planet, you could buy a big, live plant."

"Alive?" You ask in shock, and America murmurs in agreement. "God, what a horror show."

"Hey, don't talk bad about my planet or the flirtatious customs there!" Says the girl in a fake serious tone, and you laugh lightly.

A few stalls further downtown, however, you take the advice, and mutter a "wish me luck" to Chavez before letting go of her and hurrying to pick one of the strange red flowers in front of you. They resemble roses enough, so you hide them behind your back and poke Wanda's shoulder.

"What, Y/N?" She asks half wearily, and you shift the weight of your feet before extending the flowers to her, who widens her eyes slightly in surprise.

"They are for you. " You say with a smile. "A rose for another rose."

Wanda frowns slightly. "You see me as a flower with thorns?" She questions her tone so seriously it makes you hesitate. But she sighs and holds out a hand. "Thanks, I guess."

Before she takes it, however, the flower lets out a loud grunt and rots in your hand. Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"I'm a dead flower."

You hoped that Wanda wouldn't talk to you the rest of the way to the nearest inn - of which the address you picked up from a guy in the bar - but shortly after the disastrous flower episode, when America was already checking other stalls from which she could get something to eat, Wanda slowed her pace to stand to your right side.

"In these universes that you've been to, did you ever get to.... um, hang out with any of the other Wandas?"

You frown in surprise. "Are you asking me if I had sex with your variants?"

America laughed, throwing her head back. You and Wanda turned red like tomatoes, and you grimaced, pulling the cap of Chavez's sweatshirt up to her head to make her shut up.

"It's just that the kid mentioned that you've met other Wandas." Murmured the redhead without meeting your eyes. "I would totally understand if it happened."

You scratch at the back of your neck. "Well, I guess, um, I'll always be in love with any version of you, and, um, attracted too, b-but we were on a mission! I wasn't going to just leave America alone to make out."

Your cheeks with certainty are burning, but you think you must have said the right thing because you get a smile and a look that makes your stomach fill with butterflies from Wanda.

Chavez, on the other hand, chuckles shortly: "Hey, don't blame this on me. You're the one who's completely in love with the evil witch version of this girl."

"Hey, don't call her that!" You try, but Wanda has already licked her lips and went back to walk ahead. America shrugs her shoulders.

"It was just a joke." She tries, but you sigh.

"Yeah, I know." You say passing your arm across her shoulder again. "But do you think you can be nice? I can torment her because she loves me, even if she won't admit it. You, well, need to grow into her first."

America laughs with a roll of her eyes. "Okay, Y/N, I'll be nice to your girlfriend."

"Wife." Wanda corrects at the same time as you, causing you to give America a "told you so" look to which the girl just laughs in disbelief.

Whenever you received an affectionate confirmation like this time, it was safe to torment Wanda.

So, America let out a loud grumble when you stepped aside to intertwine an arm with the witch a few minutes later, knowing from your expression, that you intended to mischief.

"My dear wife, what have you thought of this universe so far?" You asked casually, ignoring her look of doubt at the sudden touch. But Wanda pulled herself together quickly, continuing on her way and sighing softly.

"It's pretty, I guess." She commented.

"You are pretty." You retorted and Wanda gave a weak laugh, ignoring your interruption although a faint pink appeared on her cheeks.

"I guess I was more surprised to learn that Bucky and Natasha were a thing in this world."

You frown. "Wait, they weren't in your world?" You ask.

"Not that I know of." Wanda retorts with a short laugh. "Natasha didn't talk much about the past, but I never knew of her and Bucky having anything. In fact, it seemed much more like he was in love with Steve."

"Um, I can see that." You comment thoughtfully and miss the way Wanda smiles tenderly at your expression. "But my Captain America actually ended up having something with Natasha afterward, so I guess that would be weird."

"Oh, that totally happened in mine but no one talks about it." Wanda completes getting a short laugh from you.

"The Avengers formed weird couples, but I definitely had a favorite." You comment, and Wanda raises a curious eyebrow.

"Which one was it?"

"Me and you."

She smiles, rolling her eyes with amusement and trying not to trip on the way. The moment breaks shortly thereafter when America lets out an exclamation.

"Isn't that the grumpy guy from the other day?" She asks, pointing, and you look away from Wanda to the front, where Bucky Barnes is wearing jeans shorts, and a tank top, with a little boy on his shoulders as he puts oranges into a plastic bag. Natasha Romanoff in a floral dress and short hair is standing next to him. "And that's the creepy hunter who sold us out to killer robots."

"That was two universes ago, let's not get attached to the past. They look nice." You comment and when Bucky recognizes you in the crowd, you nod politely. "You two, please behave yourselves."

But Wanda and America didn't seem at all willing to trust another variant of Natasha Romanoff, even if this one is probably the most likable you've ever met.

It's kind of a hard image to get used to. You have never seen Bucky and Nat smile so much, but they look like a couple from a commercial. And little Stevie is simply the most adorable child in the world.

"[...] It's nice that you chose to stay, most hunters and gatherers leave the Forge for the rest of the country, where they have work." Bucky comments casually as he sets Stevie down, and gives him one of the fruits.

"We won't be staying long though, we're just working out a few loose ends before we leave." You add trying to sound friendly but being sure that Wanda is reading both of their minds. Clearing your throat, you ask; "And you guys live around here?"

Bucky laughs softly, and it is Natasha who answers.

"Not at all, only travelers live in the Forge." She says. "It's too busy, and in high season it's impossible to move around here. We have an apartment in the capital, me and Stevie. James hasn't decided what he wants to do with his life yet."

Bucky forces a laugh. "I'm a hunter, Natalia, that's what I do for a living. If you don't like it, keep it to yourself."

"Don't tell me to keep anything-"

"Let's not argue in front of strangers-"

You widened your eyes at the scene, not quite knowing how to react to the discussion. Little Stevie approached Wanda and poked at the Scarlet Sorceress wimple that was hanging from a bag - which contained the washed costume, some food, and clean changes of clothes inside.

"Are you a princess?" He asked with one hand holding a grapefruit, and the other trying to pull the item off the bag. Wanda hesitated, but uncrossed her arms and lowered herself to the child's height.

"No, that's not a tiara." She explained half-heartedly to Stevie's curious eyes, "Actually, it's called a Wimple. And well, I wear it because I'm a witch."

Against expectations, Stevie's eyes widen with wonder. "Wow, like a real one?"

Wanda chuckles. "Yeah, a real one." She says, and to prove it, she raises her hand in the air and forces a small scarlet ball, and the boy jumps for joy. But then, he sees the black on Wanda's fingers and drops the grapefruit to hold her finger.

"Does that hurt?" He asks innocently, and Wanda swallows dryly as she denies with her head. "Is it because you make sparkles?"

Wanda laughs softly. "No, darling. It's just like a little bruise, don't worry."

Stevie lets out a small exclamation. "Oh, Auntie Yelena knows how to heal bruises! She's a doctor, she told me. Mommy, the lady needs to get a bandage from Aunt Yelena!"

With the interruption, the couple stops arguing, and Nat blinks in confusion at her son's statement while Wanda stands again, half-hearted about what to say.

"Oh my, you touched some of those suspicious stalls didn't you!" Natasha comments as soon as she sees Wanda's fingers, who tries to hide her hands in her pockets again. "My sister works with interplanetary medicine, she can take a look at that for you guys. James, I guess I'll see you next weekend."

Bucky frowns slightly, but nods. And offers a short smile to the three of you, before hugging Stevie and saying goodbye.

"Come on, her office is on the path of the train to the Capital." Nat said before starting to lead the way with little Stevie holding her hand. America stood to the side, full of questions, and you slid your hand into Wanda's pocket until you pulled hers out.

You just looked, and let out a low grumble, letting go and grimacing. Wanda frowned.

"What?" she asked between teeth, half annoyed that you were acting so mysteriously.

"You think I won't notice if they get darker?" You retort looking at her for a moment. "After everything that happened, and what I showed you, you went back to reading that damn book, Wanda."

She turns her face away, guilt dripping down her chest. But she doesn't let on, and honestly, you can't even blame her. You're angrier at yourself for failing than you are at her.

"How long have you been reading in hiding?" You asked, and Wanda sighed impatiently.

"I just read it last night." She answers low so as not to attract the attention of America and Nat further on. "When you went to sleep."

"Fine, I'll never sleep again."

Wanda sighs again, stopping walking and holding you by your shirt. "I'm just trying to find a way to keep you and my children."

You soften your expression, one of your hands going to her face and caressing her cheek. "I'm going to destroy that book as soon as I can." You tell her with a smile and ignore the annoyed grunt she lets out as she pushes you by the shoulders and walks off ahead.

With a deep sigh, trying to think of how exactly you would do this without your magic, you follow them.

–//–

The Yelena Belova of this world didn't look much like the one you knew. For one thing, she was 'Auntie Yelena' and wore a white coat and not wrestling clothes, and she also seemed to be much closer to Natasha than yours ever were.

She greeted you at the reception, and little Stevie didn't want to say goodbye at all after he was picked up in her lap, but Yelena calmed him down by saying she was going to visit him soon and hugged Natasha tight before the redhead left with her son so she wouldn't miss the next train.

"Come, my office is this way." Yelena told the three of you, and Wanda averted her impressed eyes from what appeared to be a Cyborg - with practically its entire body made of metal except for its head - trying to hold on to the loose parts of its own arm as it waited for service.

It was the weirdest doctor's office you had ever been in, and that included the half-machine patients, but it was more about the innumerable ultra-technological objects that you had never seen before and the projectors and models that looked more like they belonged in an astrology observatory than in a doctor's office.

Still, you and the girls stumbled behind Yelena in silence, and she asked who would like to go first, to which you and America immediately pointed Wanda, who rolled her eyes with a sigh but moved to her chair.

"And what is wrong with Miss...?"

"Wanda Maximoff." She introduced herself as she removed her jacket and placed it folded in her lap. "It's nothing, really, I'm a witch and I'm, um, having side effects from using a book."

You crossed your arms. "I think you forgot to mention that it's the book of the damned, dear." You mutter receiving an annoyed look from her, but Yelena gives a small giggle, moving to grab a magnifying glass and take a closer look at Wanda's fingers.

"Look, Miss Maximoff, I'd be honest with you. We don't have a lot of magical antidotes in this part of the country, most people who come to the Forge have some injury from northern beasts, or at most a burn from travel gone wrong between one portal and another." Yelena counters, analyzing her other hand. "But there are several Asgardian doctors in the capital, who are experts in magic, even dark magic. Maybe you guys can find better help over there."

Wanda nods in understanding, and Yelena just does a standard check-up on her before asking who would like to be next. America walks in front of you so quickly that you just laugh softly.

"I knew it was a waste of time." Wanda murmurs low to you grumpily, and you slip an arm around her waist only to whisper in her ear:

"No one told you not to behave darling." You tease and she rolls her eyes in irritation, but you don't miss the way she tensed and blushed at the closeness before you pulled away.

America finished the check-up very quickly and was even more excited to win a lollipop.

"In perfect condition, I can congratulate the moms on the care of Miss Chavez." Greeted Yelena, and neither of you corrected her, and that only seemed to increase the girl's smile. "Well, I guess that leaves only you, Miss...?"

"I am Y/N L/N." You started first, and Wanda lowered her eyes, but a small smile threatened to escape when you completed with 'Maximoff' before sitting down in the chair.

Yelena started the check-up, and unlike the other two, you were not well.

"Do you have any medical conditions, Miss?" Yelena asked with her eyes on the computer screen.

"No, not really."

"Your pressure is low, borderline actually." She comments with a frown, and you clear your throat, turning away from Wanda's gaze trying to meet yours. "Blood levels too. I assume you are magical like your wife, right? No human would be standing..."

You coughed lightly, pulling out the devices assessing you at once, and attracting Yelena's attention immediately.

"I'm fine!" You stated hesitantly and nervously, standing upright. "It's probably just the travel fatigue, thanks for your time, but we should go. Carol said these things are free in this world, right? Well, see you around." You said very quickly and were leaving the room - and ignoring Wanda's or America's gaze - within the next minute.

"I'm sorry about that." America told the doctor, and Wanda took her eyes off the door you had left through to look back at the blonde.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Thank you for your time."

Before they left, Yelena stood up. She waited for America to go after you, to tell Wanda:

"Look, Miss Maximoff, I don't know what kind of magical creature your wife is, but from what little I could assess, she's not doing well at all." Says the blonde seriously. "If she has healing powers, then there won't be any problems. But if she keeps getting worse..."

Wanda swallows dryly, forcing a smile. "Thank you for your concern, doctor. I will talk to her. It was a pleasure, thanks again."

Yelena smiled and hurried to hand over the card of a fellow Asgardian from the Capital who could help them before saying goodbye.

Wanda found you waiting at the entrance to the Medical Center outside, hugging America by the shoulders and whispering assurances that you were fine and that not all the doctors in the universe could read your magic correctly.

When Wanda met your eyes, she knew immediately that you were lying.

The way to the capital was really very tense between you and Wanda. America didn't seem to notice anything, because as soon as you finally managed to locate yourselves correctly in the huge Forge subway station - which had countless lines and destinations to at least two continents - and got on the train, America was fascinated by the views out the window, which ranged from colorful plant plains inhabited by strange animals and even mechanics to underwater cities and very interesting product markets.

She was kneeling in one of the forward seats, trying to get a better view of what looked like an aquatic park while you were twelve stations away from the Capital, and you were about to fall asleep against the window when Wanda put her arm around your shoulders. You smiled, figuring it was a sign of affection, but swallowed dryly when you met her reddening gaze.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't try to block them from me." She warns with a neutral expression, her free hand moving up to your cheek, "I know you don't have the strength to do it."

You swallow dryly and frown slightly. "Why don't you ask me?"

"We've already tried that, haven't we?" She retorts with a certain irony. "I ask you things, you lie or hide them. I see your memories, and you reel me in with sad things from your childhood instead of telling me what's going to happen to us. And now you are dying, and I don't know how to help you."

"I'm not dying." You retort between teeth, trying to turn your head away but Wanda firms her grip.

"No, you're not." She assures you with a serious expression. "I'm not going to lose you too, Y/N. You can be sure of that."

You swallow dryly, but Wanda gives you a small smile, her fingers moving your hair away from your eyes.

"I think I found it." Wanda whispers with her eyes still glittering, and her smile falters when you block her before she can see the memory. She raises a brow at you, but all you do is lean your forehead against hers and take a deep breath, the closeness making her hesitate. "Let me see."

"Later." You whisper, brushing your lips together and feeling Wanda flinch, her fingers trembling against your cheeks. "When America is asleep and safe. I will tell you everything, I promise."

You say and kiss her cheek, before pulling away and rising to stand beside America and offer her amusing comments about the scenery.

Wanda is still trying to normalize her breathing, settling into the bench and biting her fingernail thoughtfully when Chthon's sighs return.

She's going to say she has to kill you, witch. And you will realize that this fantasy could never have gone anywhere.

Wanda brings her eyes to you again, and you, though you are hugging America, offer her a small smile and a wink, looking at her so affectionately before turning your attention to the landscape that Wanda can't believe the demon's whispers.

You're full of shit, Chthon. She tells him.

You'll see for yourself, and when you need my help, I'll have a good time.

–//–

Wanda had been to Wakanda once in her life, and it was immediately the place she remembered when they arrived in the capital.

America was hungry again, which wasn't at all surprising, and so were you, which for someone she had just found out was getting sick by the minute, wasn't either.

She, on the other hand, didn't think she would be able to eat anytime soon, the worry and stress taking away her hunger completely.

After you found a stall of what seemed to be a version of oriental food from that universe, you asked around for a place to sleep, and unlike the Forge, what you found most were lodging options, the station itself having 'temporary cubes' that were mini-apartments at every station for travelers to use between trips.

You - who were the only one who could speak Korean, or apparently any language - got the keys to a Medium Cube for them on the third floor of the station, and raced America to the place, leaving a rather impatient Wanda (who was pretending not to smile) behind.

The Cube lived up to its name, but it had a technological extension, and as soon as you finished adjusting the settings on the small monitor next to the door - which was made of glass - the place began to settle down inside.

A small kitchen, a bathroom, and two bunk beds, as well as a television on the wall and a rug with the station's symbol, decorated the place. There was also a strange microwave oven, and America let out an excited exclamation when she discovered that it was literally a food machine, where she only had to press the desired option and the necessary food would appear. You frowned slightly as you noticed the red threads forming the food inside.

"That's a good use for the Reality Stone." You muttered pointing to the microwave forming out of nowhere a delicious sweet dumpling on the inside. "It's pretty hard to believe they actually use the Infinity Stones for good in this universe."

Wanda sighed in agreement, walking past you to sit on the bottom bunk.

"Tell me about it." She murmurs massaging her neck. "In my universe, everyone had an idea of different weapons for those stones. It's refreshing to see other solutions."

You mutter in agreement, and start to take off your shoes, intending to take a shower.

"Hey, where did you learn to speak Korean?" Wanda asks casually, and you giggle.

"I didn't learn, honey." You reply, and with one motion, pull your sweatshirt out. You offer Wanda a wink as you see her looking, before standing in front of her. You run your hand across your abdomen, and when you pull away, Wanda suddenly sees the runes appearing on your skin. "Magic always leaves traces, but it doesn't always have to be bad things." You say pointing to the drawings, and Wanda can't resist the temptation to trace the lines as well. "This one here was a healing spell when I was 14, and this one was one for running faster and cheating in a school race." You count with a guilty chuckle. And you turn suddenly so that Wanda can see your back, which is blank. "Go ahead and place your hand, and use your magic so that the runes are revealed, just the intention is enough, I didn't put any kind of complicated protection for that."

Wanda frowns slightly but obeys. And watches the designs appear on her skin as she traces the extension. She smiles at the more random designs, giving a chuckle as a Unicorn begins to fly along your hip.

"These are not runes." She murmurs and you smile, denying it before sitting down on the floor so she can get a better look at your back.

"No, I got magic tattoos too." You say.

"Wow, can I get one too?" America asks as she takes her eyes off the finally ready cupcake.

"When you’re 18." You and Wanda answer together, laughing despite the child's grimace as she goes back to eating.

You place your hand behind your neck and reveal a set of three small runes.

"Those are my study runes." You count, feeling Wanda trace them curiously with her fingertips. "One is a universal translator, the other is to detect the magical occult, like being able to see invisible barriers or hidden creatures. The latter makes me able to see-"

"Chaos Magic." Wanda completes unsurprisingly, tracing the circle around the rune, and recognizing all the symbols within the dark hold. "You can see through any illusion or alteration in reality that I create."

"Mm-hmm." You murmur resting your arms on your knees and feel Wanda trace her fingers downward, tensing slightly as you feel her magic, and give a soft chuckle. "It tickles."

"There's something here." She murmurs without laughing, and you frown when the itching sensation gets a little painful.

"Wands, what are you...?"

But suddenly you choke softly, as does Wanda, who watches another image appear on your skin. This one takes up almost your entire back. It is the same image that both DarkHold and the Vishanti book have of the Scarlet Witch Figure.

You wriggle uncomfortably, feeling your skin burn, and look at Wanda over your shoulder. "Hey, what happened?"

Wanda doesn't answer, pushing you to stand, and as soon as you do so with confusion, she drags you into the bathroom. America mutters something about "cool tattoo' but you don't quite understand.

Wanda is pleased to find a large mirror, and puts you on your back, telling you to look. Your eyes widen when you see the new design.

"Oh, shit! That's not good, that's not good..." You start muttering, spinning around to try to see better, and slapping your hands on your body to encourage the other runes and drawings to fade away. It works, but only with the ones you already had. "No, no, no...

"Y/N, what's going on?"

You don't answer, muttering to yourself that this wasn't happening, and moving forward to the bathroom cabinets, going through everything as if looking for something.

"Y/N, you're scaring me." Wanda mutters uncertainly, playing with her fingers nervously. "Darling, please..."

"That'll do." You say suddenly as you raise something that looked like a stiletto, causing Wanda to widen her eyes. "Okay, honey, go outside I'll-"

"Absolutely not!" Wanda warns seriously, taking the item from your hand and raising a finger in warning to you. "Tell me now what's going on!"

"I just want to make a blood rune!" You justify yourself with a nervous expression. "N-not a big deal!"

"Y/N! I swear to god that if you don't tell me what's going on I'm going to bewitch you!" Wanda exclaims angrily and you sigh loudly.

"I can't tell you! I don't want to, get out of the bathroom and let me sort my things out-"

"Why are you pushing me away? I'm just trying to-"

"I'm not, please, Wanda I just want to protect you."

America opened the bathroom door, interrupting the argument. "Sorry, but you were yelling and we got a noise warning." She said clumsily, and you sighed loudly, running a hand over your face as your back was turned. Wanda started to mumble a 'sorry, America, we were just talking' but was interrupted by the girl's surprised exclamation.

"Hey, I know those symbols!" She declared, pointing to your back, where the figure of the scarlet witch was visible. America reached up to poke at one of the runes drawn on the bow on top of the witch's head. "They are from my world, the same symbols that were on the gates."

You turned around with a frown in confusion, trying to get a better view of the mirror. "Um, no, America, these are the blessing symbols of the ancient gods, you see it starts with Gaea and goes all the way to Set..."

"No, Y/N." America interrupts with a short laugh, tracing her fingers across your skin. "Your translation spell must be incorrect, because, see here. You are supposed to read it in this direction, and from bottom to top. It's written in my language, and it translates to something like 'Demiurge blesses those who visit his realm, whether they are descended from Oshtur to Chthon,' and quotes the other gods in between. I think this name, Demiurge, is in Greek because we don't read it that way on my planet." America explains and you continue with a confused expression.

"Hey, Wands, what kind of magic did you use on my back?" You ask, but the witch doesn't answer, mumbling softly in pain, and putting a hand to her face. "Wands, hey what's wrong?" You ask worriedly as she leans on the sink.

"Shut up." She mumbled with her eyes closed, clearly in pain from her expression, and you gave a confused little laugh.

"Sorry, I just-"

"Not you. Chthon" She says quickly, her breathing starting to become shallow. "Stop, stop showing me that." Wanda pressed her other hand to your face, and you swallowed dryly, passing your arms around her.

"America, give us two minutes." You said to the girl, who looked up hesitantly before nodding and leaving you. "Wanda, try to concentrate on me."

Wanda sniffled, and you felt your heart soar with worry. "I can't. It's too loud."

"Yes you can, I'll help you." You say, and even though you know you shouldn't, you bring one hand to your head, and the other to your back, at chest height. As soon as you begin to feel your magic on her, Wanda fights the tightness.

"N-no, Y/N, you're weak."

"Shush, I'm fine." You assure without letting go of her, and Wanda gasps softly as she feels the aura-cleansing spell improving her concentration, and causing Chthon's angry screams to subside, and the images he has placed in her head to dissipate. Wanda slips her arms around your waist and buries her face in your neck.

But when she opens her eyes and finds the mirror, she frowns in confusion.

The witch's tattoo is vibrating in gold, and it's only when you let out a grunt of pain, and your body heaved over hers that she realizes it's hurting.

"Y/N?" She calls out with some hesitation. You gasp, your hands coming out of her body to lean on the cabinet behind her, before you bury your face in her neck, and sniffle lightly, making her worry. "Y/N, what happened?"

"I-I'm so sorry Wanda." You whimper against her skin. "I think Oshtur is demanding my oath."

Wanda frowns, stroking your back. “Detka, why are you apologizing for this?"

Part of Wanda already knows the answer, after all, she has seen, yet when you don't answer and squeeze her harder, she feels worse.

"Baby, it's okay. I'm not angry." She assures you by hugging you back, but when her hands come in contact with the tattoo, you gasp against her, and Wanda pulls away immediately, but you break the embrace with a confused look.

"What did you do?"

"N-nothing, I just touched-"

"Do it again." You ask, and Wanda swallows dryly at the intensity of your gaze, but moves closer, resting her forehead against yours and letting a hand land on your tattoo. You moan in satisfaction, and she feels her face warm to the sound, pulling her face away to rest on your shoulder so she can see what is happening. She frowns as she sees the tattoo’s golden slowly fading away, along with the black color of her fingers.

"Detka what…?"

But you don't let her complete, pulling away to rest your forehead against hers again. "Thank you." You whisper and break the distance, making Wanda gasp in surprise. But she missed this so much, that she kisses you back in the next second, feeling a familiar twinge in her abdomen when you sigh in contentment and slide your tongue against hers.

The kiss gradually gains intensity, and your leg meets the middle of hers, pressing her against the cabinet, and Wanda's instinctive reaction is to dig her nails into your back, making you break the kiss with a moan mixed with pleasure and something else, opening your golden eyes at her.

"Sorry." Wanda murmurs in a husky voice, lips swollen from kissing hard and eyes completely darkened.

You shook your head, smiling at her with the worst of intentions. "It felt good." You whisper, shuddering as Wanda's nails scratch a path down to your hips. "So bad to stop."

"Why stop?" Wanda asks confused, chasing your mouth for a few instants, and making you use all mental and physical control to push away your face from her with a soft grunt.

"We're not alone, sweetheart. And we have business to attend to." You say with a casual that doesn't match the way you're feeling your body weak right now. Wanda is ready to insist, to say you could send America for a walk because she really wants you to kiss her again when you let out a weak sigh and sit down quickly in the tub with a pained expression.

"Y/N?" She asks worriedly kneeling down beside you.

"I lied before." You grumble clamping a hand over your right eye. "I'm not fine."

Wanda sighs in concern bringing a hand to your cheek: "Tell me how to help you."

"I don't know sweetheart, but maybe the Asgardian doctor would be a good start." You whisper and Wanda nods, squeezing your hand.

"We'll figure it out." She says. "Together."

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#i love it whenever y/n and wanda says the same thing at the same time #it's sooo cute #they're like a dysfunctional family 😭#and also what the hell is happening with y/n i'm SCARED

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