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Wanda Maximoff x G!P Reader

Summary: Something had been off with Wanda for days, and Y/N only discovered the reason when she came back from her mission.

Word Count: 6,057

Warnings: fluff, smut, (18+), A/B/O dynamic, Omega!Wanda, Alpha!Reader, heat, knotting

A/N: This story contains A/B/O dynamic. For those who don’t know what it is, I suggest you search before reading it. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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The compound’s entrance slid open with a quiet hiss.

Y/N stepped through first, laughing—windblown and flushed from the mission adrenaline—shoulder brushing Nat’s as Clint mimicked an overly dramatic dive-roll he definitely hadn’t done during the op. Her laughter rang through the corridor.

“Come on, that was graceful as hell,” Clint argued, wagging a finger as he walked backward toward the living area.

Nat shot Y/N a smirk. “You nearly face-planted into a trash bin.”

Y/N opened her mouth to fire back—then froze mid-step.

The air hit her.

Sweet. Heady. Overwhelming.

Her pupils contracted. Her muscles tensed like a wire pulled taut. Wanda.

Wanda’s pheromones.

But they weren’t just her usual scent. This was thick, potent, laced with Omega-heat and need and desperation. The scent coated the hallway like a drug.

“Shit,” Y/N hissed under her breath.

She barely heard Nat say her name—barely registered Clint’s confused look. Her alpha instincts overrode everything else.

Wanda. Wanda was in heat. And she was alone.

Y/N cursed herself harshly, breaking into a sprint down the hall. I should’ve noticed this morning. She’d been so focused on the mission—so used to Wanda brushing off her morning fatigue as nothing.

But she should have known.

Her Omega had been off.

Y/N’s boots pounded against the compound floors as she reached their shared bedroom. The closer she got, the stronger the scent became. It wrapped around her—seductive, intoxicating, and tinged with anxiety.

She didn’t even knock.

She flung the door open.

And stopped dead in her tracks.

Wanda was in the middle of a nest.

Y/N’s clothes were scattered everywhere—layered, crumpled, tugged into a circular haven of soft textures and her scent. Sweatshirts, flannels, even the leather jacket she usually kept in the closet. It was all wrapped around Wanda like a protective cocoon.

And at the center of it—

Wanda.

She was curled into the pile, flushed from head to toe, lips swollen, eyes glassy and heavy-lidded with need. Her thighs were slightly parted, slick glistening on her skin. She wore only one thing—Y/N’s shirt, hanging loose and far too big, the fabric barely covering her hips.

“Detka…” Wanda whimpered, her voice fragile. “You’re back.”

The Omega’s scent hit her again—thicker this time, laced with longing and relief.

Y/N’s mouth went dry. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Her alpha instincts surged to the surface, possessive and fierce.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Locking.

“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” Y/N whispered, her voice hoarse.

Wanda’s eyes fluttered. “Didn’t want to distract you…”

Y/N’s throat tightened. She moved toward the nest, slowly, carefully—hands up like she was approaching something sacred.

“I’m your alpha. You’re never a distraction to me.” Her voice dropped to a low, protective growl. “You should never go through this alone.”

She knelt at the edge of the nest, and Wanda immediately reached for her—fingers trembling as they curled into the front of Y/N’s combat suit, clinging like a lifeline.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, cupping Wanda’s cheek with one hand, her thumb brushing gently over her flushed skin. Their foreheads touched, noses grazing. She inhaled deeply—and it nearly knocked her flat.

Wanda’s scent

It was everywhere. In the fabric of the nest, in the air between them, soaked into her skin. It wrapped around Y/N’s senses and settled in her bones. Her alpha stirred violently beneath the surface—needing to claim, to soothe, to protect, to mate.

And under it all… her body reacted just as fiercely.

Y/N’s member was already painfully hard, pressing against her suit’s pants, throbbing with every shaky breath she took. Her jaw clenched. She could barely hold herself back, could barely remember that Wanda was sensitive, in pain, vulnerable in this state.

She exhaled through her nose and whispered, “You smell so good, baby…”

Wanda blushed beneath her touch, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink. She nuzzled into Y/N’s palm, eyes fluttering open with a soft, almost shy look.

“Do you… do you like my nest?” she asked, voice small and hopeful. “I tried to make it good for you…”

Y/N’s breath caught.

Her Omega—drenched in sweat and heat and trembling from need—had still thought about making the nest right for her. She glanced around, taking it in again—how it was layered perfectly with her shirts, jackets, even that ridiculous hoodie Wanda always teased her for wearing to bed. It smelled like both of them. Like home.

A low, tender growl rumbled from Y/N’s chest as she leaned in, kissing Wanda’s forehead. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. “The best nest I’ve ever seen. It’s so you… and it smells like me. You did so good, my love.”

Wanda gave a soft, pleased whimper at the praise, her thighs squeezing together as her body shivered.

Y/N swallowed hard, her control slipping again.

She ran her fingers down Wanda’s side—slow, reverent—and let her voice drop. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I’ll give you anything.”

Wanda’s lips parted, her gaze hazy. “I just… I need you. Please. I tried to wait, but it hurts, and I can’t sleep without you, and—”

That was all Y/N needed to hear.

She pulled Wanda gently into her lap, burying her face in her Omega’s neck, breathing her in like oxygen. “I’ve got you now,” she murmured roughly. “I’m gonna take care of you, sweetheart. I promise.”

Wanda whimpered softly against Y/N’s shoulder, her body trembling with need—too hot, too sensitive, every nerve screaming for touch and closeness. Her skin was flushed and slick with sweat, her scent spilling wildly into the air, sharp with distress and unfulfilled heat.

Y/N could feel her Omega slipping—overwhelmed, desperate.

So she closed her eyes.

And let go.

Her alpha pheromones surged.

They rolled off her in a slow, steady wave—warm, grounding, dominant. The shift in the room was immediate. The air grew thicker, heavier, but calmer. Where Wanda’s scent had been frenzied, now it softened. She stilled in Y/N’s lap, her panting slowing just enough for her to let out a shaky breath and sink into her.

Y/N whispered against her hair, “That’s it, baby. Breathe me in.”

Wanda did.

She melted.

The tension in her small frame eased as her Omega instincts responded to the pheromones—to her Alpha. She curled tighter into Y/N’s body, pressing her face to her neck, where the scent was strongest. Her lashes fluttered.

“I missed you,” Wanda murmured, voice small. “It got worse after you left. I couldn’t— I just needed—”

“I know,” Y/N said gently, fingers threading through her hair. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

Wanda’s lips brushed her skin, clinging tighter. “But you’re here now.”

Y/N’s heart ached at how raw she sounded.

“I’m here,” she promised, her voice laced with more pheromones, dominant and warm like a blanket. “And you don’t have to be scared anymore. I’ve got you.”

Wanda sighed against her, body completely relaxing for the first time all day.

Her scent—though still thick with heat—grew more content. Safe. Grounded.

The alpha inside Y/N purred in satisfaction. This was what she was meant for. This was her Omega. Her mate.

And no matter how hard the mission or how far she had to go, this would always be her priority.

Y/N held Wanda close, grounding her with steady hands and slow breaths, letting her alpha pheromones continue to roll out like calming waves. Wanda’s heat-sharpened whimpers had softened into soft sighs, small trembles easing as her body slowly surrendered to the comfort of her mate.

But Y/N hesitated just before fully stepping into the nest.

She glanced down at herself—her combat suit was still grimy, streaked with dust and dried blood, the faint scent of gunpowder and tension clinging to it. It didn’t belong anywhere near the haven Wanda had built.

She pulled back slightly, pressing a kiss to Wanda’s temple. “Let me get this off first,” she murmured. “It’s filthy. You made a beautiful nest—I’m not dragging this crap in with me.”

Wanda whined, her fingers instinctively tightening around her. “No—don’t go.”

“I’m not leaving,” Y/N promised gently. “Just staying right here—just gotta get this off.”

She peeled away carefully, sitting on her knees at the edge of the nest. Wanda stayed close, eyes wide and hazy, following her every move like she was afraid she might vanish.

Y/N reached back and began unzipping the tactical suit—pulling it down her arms, her torso, the black material sticking slightly to her damp skin. Beneath it, she wore only a black sports bra, already strained from the way her chest heaved with heat-born tension.

Wanda moaned softly the second the suit slid off her shoulders.

The scent that had been partially muted by the synthetic fabric suddenly burst into the air—Y/N’s true alpha scent. Earthy, musky, threaded with strength and dominance and comfort.

It hit Wanda like a physical wave.

She scrambled forward in the nest, hands greedy and small as she reached for the discarded suit. The moment her fingers touched it, she let out a needy, broken sound—half whimper, half moan—and dragged it into the pile.

“Oh my god…” she whispered, clutching the fabric to her nose, inhaling deep. “Y/N…”

Y/N froze, watching her Omega collapse into the suit like it was made of silk.

“You smell so good,” Wanda whimpered, her voice muffled as she nuzzled into the jacket, her thighs instinctively rubbing together, slick coating the inside of her skin. “It hurts less when I breathe you in…”

Y/N’s heart squeezed in her chest. “Wanda…”

“I need you in here,” Wanda whispered, looking up at her with blown pupils. “Please, Alpha.”

The title wrecked her. Every ounce of restraint Y/N had left frayed at the edges.

She kicked the rest of the suit off, tugging her bra and boxers down in one motion, baring herself completely. Her breath trembled as she stepped forward, climbing carefully into the nest.

Wanda reached for her immediately—desperate, aching—and Y/N went willingly, wrapping her arms around her Omega, pulling her right into her bare chest.

“Alright, baby,” she murmured, voice low and raw. “I’m here now. Let me take care of you.”

She kissed Wanda’s temple, her hand gently moving to the front of the shirt Wanda wore—her own button-down, now clinging to Wanda’s flushed body from the heat. With slow fingers, she undid each button, revealing more and more of the trembling Omega beneath.

Once it hung loose, she pushed it off Wanda’s shoulders, letting it slip away entirely before pulling her into her embrace, pressing their bare bodies together.

Wanda moaned softly at the contact, the relief almost overwhelming.

Y/N settled into the nest with her, the soft scent of her mate’s need wrapping around them both like a heavy fog. The second her skin touched Wanda’s bare thigh, she felt the heat radiating off her in waves—searing, needy, consuming.

Wanda was trembling—beautiful and flushed and writhing. Y/N kissed her shoulder, then down the delicate slope of her collarbone, taking her time, reverent in every motion.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Y/N murmured, lips brushing softly over heated skin. “So perfect, my Omega…”

She let her hands roam gently down Wanda’s sides, fingers exploring every curve with aching devotion. She wanted to worship her. To love her slowly. To taste and soothe and calm every inch of her.

But Wanda—

Wanda was losing it.

Her body was drenched with slick, thighs slippery and trembling with each breath. Her back arched under Y/N’s touch, her hips grinding into nothing, trying to chase the pressure that wasn’t there. Her walls fluttered desperately around emptiness, clenching and clenching and clenching, her body screaming for what only her Alpha could give.

And it hurt.

“Y/N—” Wanda gasped, her voice breaking into a whimper. “Please…”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “I know, baby. I know—”

“No,” Wanda cut her off, her voice high and desperate. She grabbed Y/N’s wrist with trembling fingers and dragged it between her thighs, right to where she was slick and hot and soaked. “Please—just—just put it in already!”

The whine that followed shattered Y/N’s self-control.

Wanda’s thighs were soaked, her core dripping and pulsing and unbearably tight, and the way her body begged for her—

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay,” she whispered roughly, voice almost shaking from how hard she was. “Okay, sweet girl. I’ve got you.”

She reached down, guiding herself slowly between Wanda’s legs, her member thick and throbbing, already slick with need. She rubbed the tip through Wanda’s folds, coating herself in the wetness that clung to her.

Wanda sobbed at the contact, hips jerking up. “Please, Alpha—please—”

Y/N leaned in, forehead pressed against Wanda’s, her breath hot and ragged. She pushed in slowly—inch by thick, pulsing inch—feeling Wanda stretch around her, impossibly tight, impossibly wet. Wanda’s walls clung to her like a vice, fluttering desperately with every inch that sank into her.

And then—

Fully buried.

Wanda’s body arched hard, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. Her fingers dug into Y/N’s shoulders, head thrown back as a wave of heat crashed through her—

Her first climax hitting the moment Y/N bottomed out.

She came with a cry, her slick gushing, her thighs trembling uncontrollably around Y/N’s hips.

But even as the orgasm rippled through her, Wanda’s face twisted—not in satisfaction, but in frustration.

“More,” she gasped, panting against Y/N’s lips. “God—it’s not enough—please—it’s not enough—”

Y/N cursed under her breath, feeling Wanda’s walls still pulsing greedily around her. She was right. This heat—this one was deeper. Her Omega was starved, aching beyond what one climax could tame.

Wanda whimpered, grinding up into her, desperate and wild. “Y/N, please—I need it. I need you to move—harder—deeper—don’t stop—”

Y/N’s instincts roared to the surface.

She gripped Wanda’s hips tight, her jaw clenched as she pulled back only to slam back in—deep and fast. Wanda screamed, hands gripping harder on Y/N’s back.

Y/N pressed her lips to Wanda’s ear, voice low and rough, almost feral. “You’re not gonna stop cumming, baby. Not tonight.”

Wanda sobbed out something unintelligible, her body already tensing again—chasing, always chasing, what she needed most.

And Y/N would give it to her.

Over and over and over again.

Y/N snapped her hips forward again, harder this time—deeper—her movements sharp and relentless, driven by every whimper, every plea Wanda gave her. The slick sounds of their bodies meeting echoed through the room, obscene and raw, mixing with Wanda’s cries.

Wanda was soaked—her thighs sticky, the nest beneath them damp and clinging. Her body met every thrust with desperate need, arching into Y/N, taking every inch like it still wasn’t enough.

“F-Fuck—Detka—” she choked out, sobbing now, her nails clawing at Y/N’s back. “I c-can’t— it’s too much—but…not enough—”

Y/N kissed the corner of her mouth, feral and loving. “You can, baby. You’re doing so good—taking me so well. Let go again. Come for me.”

She shifted her angle slightly, tilting Wanda’s hips up just enough—and slammed back in. Wanda screamed, her body locking up as another orgasm tore through her.

And still—her heat didn’t let go.

Still aching. Still pulsing. Still pulling for more.

Wanda was crying now, helpless in the best and worst way—drenched in pleasure, frustration, instinct. Her heat had her in a chokehold, and only her Alpha could free her.

Y/N’s mind clouded with instinct. Her body moved on autopilot, rutting into Wanda with raw, possessive need. Her fangs throbbed in her jaw. Her knot was swelling at the base, pressing against Wanda’s entrance with each thrust—threatening to lock, to claim her again.

“Do you want it?” she growled lowly, lips brushing Wanda’s jaw. “My knot. Tell me.”

Wanda’s legs wrapped around her waist like a vice, her walls spasming hard around her cock. “Yes,” she sobbed, “I want it—I want everything, detka—please—just give me all of you—”

That was it.

Y/N let her weight fall forward, driving in with one final thrust—her knot popping past the tight ring of muscles.

Wanda screamed in pleasure as her body locked around her Alpha, her womb clenching greedily, milking every inch of her.

They were tied.

And Wanda came again—violently. Her back arched off the nest, her vision whiting out, every nerve alight with fire as slick poured down her thighs.

Y/N held her through it, panting, whispering broken praise against her skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re mine. My Omega. So fucking perfect—”

Wanda was shaking, her body still trying to move even though she couldn’t. Her heat was still simmering beneath the surface—but her Alpha was inside her now. Knotted. Holding her. Filling her.

Safe.

Claimed.

Wanda’s body convulsed once more, her final orgasm leaving her limp and gasping, barely coherent. Her limbs trembled around Y/N, her breath shallow against her mate’s skin. Her thighs twitched faintly, but her grip around Y/N was weak now—spent.

And then…

She went still.

Y/N felt it happen—felt the way Wanda’s body gave in completely. Not out of distress, but from sheer exhaustion. Her Omega’s heat-fueled high had burned through her like wildfire, and now that she was safely knotted, claimed, and filled—

She was sound asleep.

Y/N softened immediately, instinctively wrapping her arms around her, cradling her gently in the center of the messy, drenched nest. She could feel her knot still locked inside—pulsing faintly, keeping them tied. Wanda whimpered once in her sleep, a tiny sound, then burrowed her face against Y/N’s neck like she couldn’t bear any distance, even unconscious.

Y/N stroked her hair softly, whispering, “Rest now, my love… I’ve got you.”

Time passed—slow and warm and quiet. Wanda’s breathing steadied, deepened. The scent of heat still clung to the air, but the wild edge had dulled.

Eventually, Y/N felt her knot begin to soften. The pressure eased. She pressed a gentle kiss to Wanda’s forehead and carefully pulled back, moving with the slow reverence of someone handling something sacred.

Wanda whined faintly in her sleep, shifting with a furrowed brow, but didn’t wake.

Y/N looked down and her heart clenched—her Omega was a mess. Both their cum coated her thighs, her inner skin red and puffy from overstimulation. Her body was still twitching occasionally, even in sleep.

So Y/N got to work.

She reached for the towel she’d stashed near the nest for moments like this—heat season protocol—and cleaned Wanda with infinite care. Every swipe was gentle, her touch respectful, even reverent. She murmured apologies each time Wanda stirred, though her Omega never fully woke.

Once Wanda was clean and dry, Y/N pulled her close again, settling them deep into the center of the nest. She didn’t bother cleaning herself off—not yet. That could wait.

What mattered was Wanda.

Y/N lay back against the plush, crumpled pile of clothes and blankets, drawing Wanda into her chest. One hand splayed protectively across Wanda’s bare back, the other curling into her soft hair.

And sure enough…

Wanda latched on.

Even in sleep, her fingers clutched at Y/N’s side, her leg tossed possessively over her Alpha’s hip. Her breath came out in a long, content sigh—like her body finally believed it was safe.

Y/N smiled softly to herself.

She knew how it would go. Wanda’s heat would come in waves. She might sleep for a few hours now, but as soon as the next wave hit, she’d wake needy again. And this clingy, unconscious grip?

It wasn’t going anywhere.

For the next week, Wanda would be latched to her like a vine. She wouldn’t sleep unless she was touching her. Wouldn’t eat unless Y/N fed her. Wouldn’t let her out of arm’s reach.

Y/N didn’t mind. Not even a little.

She pressed her lips to Wanda’s temple and whispered softly, “I’m not going anywhere, Omega. You’ve got me.”

And with Wanda’s heartbeat steady against her chest, Y/N finally let herself fall asleep, too.

Wrapped in scent.

Wrapped in love.

Wrapped in the bond that tethered them—Alpha and Omega—so tightly it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

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Few Hours Later

Y/N was dreaming—something slow, warm, and hazy. Wanda’s scent was everywhere, wrapping around her like silk, thick and cloying with sweetness and spice. Her body was heavy with exhaustion, muscles sore in the best way, but something tugged her from the edges of sleep.

Something wet.

Warm.

Moving.

She blinked awake, breath catching in her throat—and the sight that greeted her almost knocked the air out of her lungs.

Wanda was on top of her.

Straddling her hips, completely bare, her flushed skin glowing in the low light of the room. Her lips were parted, cheeks pink, sweat already glistening at her temple. Her lashes fluttered, and her bottom lip jutted out in a soft pout.

She was whimpering, rocking her hips in shallow little movements, clearly trying to behave—but failing.

“Y/N…” she whispered, voice thick with heat and tears and unbearable need. “You weren’t waking up…”

Y/N’s hands instinctively came to rest on Wanda’s hips, steadying her. She was already soaked, her slick coating both their thighs, and she was so tight around Y/N’s cock, having taken her fully without waking her.

Y/N let out a low groan. “God, baby…”

Wanda whimpered again, her walls fluttering around her desperately. “I tried to wait. I really did…”

She sniffled, pout trembling. “But I needed you so bad, and you were just lying there, and I couldn’t—I can’t do this by myself…I need my Alpha—”

Y/N sat up in an instant, wrapping her arms tightly around her trembling Omega, her lips pressing firm and reassuring kisses to Wanda’s jaw, cheek, temple.

“I’m here now,” she breathed. “I’ve got you, moya lyubov’. You did so good.”

Wanda’s fingers clenched at Y/N’s shoulders as she rocked her hips again—needier now, almost frantic. “Please,” she whispered. “Please just hold me and let me come—I’m gonna break if I don’t—”

Y/N growled, low and protective, her hands guiding Wanda’s movements, anchoring her. “You don’t have to break, baby. I’ll give you everything. Again and again until this heat has nothing left to burn.”

She kissed Wanda hard, fangs grazing her bottom lip, then thrust up—once. Deep. Wanda let out a strangled sob and clung to her.

And then—

They moved together.

Wanda riding her with trembling thighs, her eyes wide and glossy, her body already fluttering on the edge of climax again. Y/N’s hands never left her hips, grounding her. Worshiping her.

This heat was far from over.

But Y/N would be there.

Every time Wanda woke up aching.

Every time her body cried out for her Alpha.

Y/N would be there.

Wanda rode her with a shaky rhythm, hips rolling as best as her trembling muscles allowed, whimpers slipping from her lips like prayers. Her head tilted back, sweat beading at her throat, chest heaving with every shaky breath.

Y/N couldn’t look away.

Her Omega was divine like this—completely unguarded, flushed and needy and full of her. Every time she sank down, she clenched tight around Y/N’s length, sopping wet and pulsing, like her body still hadn’t recovered from the last wave. Slick was dripping down her thighs, pooling under them, soaking the already-ruined nest.

“Detka—” Wanda sobbed, trying to ride faster but stumbling. “I-I can’t—m-my legs—”

“I’ve got you,” Y/N growled, voice low and feral.

In one fluid motion, she shifted, gripping Wanda’s thighs and lifting her slightly, then began thrusting up from beneath—deep, powerful strokes that had Wanda gasping, moaning, breaking.

Wanda collapsed forward into her chest, holding on tight as Y/N fucked her through the wave, each snap of her hips deliberate and full, hitting the spot that made Wanda cry out helplessly.

“I can feel you—s-so deep,” Wanda babbled, tears slipping down her cheeks. “F-filling me up again—My Alpha, please, I’m gonna—gonna—”

Y/N could feel it. The way Wanda’s walls were tightening even more, fluttering erratically around her, her Omega body desperately milking her for release, her heat spiraling out of control again.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Y/N whispered into her ear, voice wrecked with love and lust. “Let go for me. Come on my cock again—so I can give you what you need.”

And Wanda shattered.

Her entire body convulsed, back arching with a scream as she came violently—her climax ripping through her like lightning, slick pouring down over Y/N’s thighs. Her walls clamped so tightly that Y/N nearly lost it herself, groaning loudly as she thrust deep and stayed there.

Wanda twitched in her arms, moaning brokenly as she trembled through the aftershocks, completely overwhelmed.

Y/N held her close, kissing her temple over and over. “Good girl. You did so good. I’ve got you.”

Wanda sobbed softly, body limp now, breath stuttering in her chest.

Y/N didn’t move yet—she stayed buried deep, letting Wanda ride out the last ripples of her orgasm while gently rubbing her back.

“Too much?” Y/N murmured.

Wanda shook her head, eyes closed, lips swollen and parted. “N-No. Just—don’t pull out yet. Please. Just stay. I feel so full when you’re inside…”

Y/N kissed her again and nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

She cradled Wanda in her arms, still joined, her Alpha instincts humming in contentment.

Because this?

This was what she was made for.

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Three days into Wanda’s heat, and Y/N was running on pure instinct.

Her hair was a mess. Her body ached in places she didn’t know could ache. Her hips were sore, her thighs burnt out, and every muscle in her lower back screamed for mercy.

But none of that mattered, because Wanda was still going.

Right now, she had her Omega bent forward in the nest, on her hands and knees, Y/N still buried deep inside her—sweat-slicked and slow-thrusting, letting Wanda take what she needed as she rocked her hips back against her.

The room smelled like heat, sex, slick and them. Days of it. Raw and intense and primal.

Y/N grabbed the massive bottle of water they kept in the room for this—a full two-liter—and lifted it to her mouth.

She drank half of it in one go.

Then paused. Gasped. Drank the rest.

Wanda whimpered in front of her, her back arching, her hips grinding back impatiently. “Don’t stop,” she pouted, her voice thick and hoarse. “Detka, I still need you…”

Y/N let out a deep, winded groan and leaned over her Omega’s back, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. “Baby, I love you, but if I don’t hydrate, I’m going to die.”

Wanda just whimpered, still rocking her hips back onto Y/N like her body didn’t know how to stop anymore.

Y/N held her gently in place with one hand on her waist and leaned forward again, voice warm but firm. “You need to drink too. Now.”

Wanda let out a little annoyed whine but obeyed, reaching shakily for her bottle. She drank greedily, nearly sloshing it onto the nest, her lips shiny and jaw trembling.

Y/N watched her with a fond, exhausted smile.

When Wanda finished and flopped forward onto her forearms, hips still raised, Y/N gently slipped out—ignoring the way Wanda cried out in protest.

“I’ll be back,” she promised, stroking Wanda’s back. “You need food. We need food. You can’t live on my knot alone, sweetheart.”

Wanda grumbled something unintelligible into the pillow that sounded suspiciously like, “I could try…”

Y/N chuckled, wobbling a little as she stood on shaky legs, thighs definitely not ready for another marathon round.

She limped her way to their private storage—where they’d prepared exactly for this kind of emergency with protein bars, fruit, electrolytes, and pre-cooked meals sealed in containers. The “heat kit.” She silently thanked past-them for having the foresight.

As she loaded up a tray, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

Wanda was still in position, face buried in a pile of Y/N’s shirts, her ass raised invitingly like her body just refused to register the pause.

Y/N smirked to herself and muttered, “One meal… then we’re back at it, huh?”

She grabbed some bananas and a few granola bars—fuel first. Then knot.

Y/N walked back into the room, tray balanced in one hand, still naked and sore as hell, but determined. She stepped over the mess of clothes and towels they hadn’t bothered to clean, heading back toward the center of the nest where her very clingy, very insatiable Omega was waiting.

Wanda was exactly where Y/N left her.

Down on her elbows, ass still raised, back arched beautifully, slick glistening between her thighs. Her hips gave a little twitch as she heard Y/N approaching, like her body knew.

Y/N huffed out a laugh and set the tray down beside them. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?”

Wanda lifted her head, dazed eyes blinking slowly. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, hair wild and curling in every direction.

“You left me,” she mumbled in the smallest, saddest voice imaginable.

“I was gone for two minutes.”

“Too long,” she pouted, butt giving another slow little grind like she didn’t even know she was doing it.

Y/N settled down behind her, brushing sweaty hair off Wanda’s neck and leaning in to kiss her spine. “Eat something and I’ll be nice to you,” she murmured. “Keep doing that thing with your hips and I’ll lose all sense of reason.”

Wanda turned her head just enough to flash her a cheeky, heat-drunk smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Y/N groaned and reached for a protein bar. She unwrapped it and held it to Wanda’s lips. “Open.”

Wanda obeyed, biting down obediently but never taking her eyes off Y/N, even as she chewed. She looked ridiculously cute, naked in the nest, cheeks full like a squirrel, staring at her Alpha like she was dessert.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Y/N muttered, holding up a banana next.

Wanda nibbled that too, sucking on the tip just a little too playfully.

Y/N stared. “That was a threat, wasn’t it?”

Wanda chewed and smiled sweetly. “I would never.”

“Mhm.”

Y/N handed her a drink, and Wanda took a few gulps before wiping her mouth on her arm and—yep—immediately started wiggling her hips again.

Y/N set the food tray aside and exhaled dramatically, flopping back onto the nest beside her. “You have no off switch.”

Wanda turned, crawling into her lap, still flushed and purring from her core. She curled into Y/N like a cat, all limbs and heat and instinct, pressing kisses to her Alpha’s throat.

“I’m just… still really full of need,” she whispered, nuzzling her. “But I’m also full of granola now. That counts as balance, right?”

Y/N snorted, wrapping her arms around her. “That’s Omega logic.”

“I’m in heat,” Wanda said sweetly. “That means I’m always right.”

And as Wanda slid her thigh over Y/N’s lap again, lips already trailing down her collarbone, Y/N knew:

Food or not, rest or not, she wasn’t getting out of this bed anytime soon.

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The sun was just beginning to rise when it finally broke.

The air in their shared room was still thick with scent—Alpha musk and fading Omega sweetness mingling with sweat, slick, and love—but the edge had softened. No more sharp pulses of need. No more desperate whines or trembling thighs.

Just silence.

Stillness.

Peace

Y/N stirred slowly, her body aching in that deep, dull way that came after too much exertion. Muscles heavy, throat dry, lips bruised from endless kisses. She blinked open her eyes to soft morning light and—

Wanda

Curled up in the mess of their nest, pressed tight to her chest, cheek resting just below Y/N’s collarbone. Her breathing was even, gentle. Her legs tangled possessively around Y/N’s hips, arms folded between them, face soft in sleep.

And for the first time in nearly a week… she was cool.

Her skin wasn’t burning. Her scent wasn’t laced with fire and pheromones. Her thighs were no longer slick with instinct-driven arousal.

Her heat had passed.

Y/N exhaled slowly, threading her fingers through Wanda’s wild hair. “You made it,” she whispered.

Wanda stirred a little, then blinked open her eyes.

“Mmnnnnh…” she groaned softly, voice wrecked and raspy, so hoarse it barely made sound. “What time is it…?”

“Too early,” Y/N replied, brushing her thumb gently over Wanda’s cheek. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

Wanda blinked again, eyes glassy but focused now—really seeing Y/N. She smiled, soft and small.

“It’s over,” she whispered, almost in disbelief.

Y/N nodded, her voice thick with tenderness. “Yeah. You’re okay now.”

Wanda’s bottom lip trembled just slightly, exhaustion catching up with her in a wave. She pressed closer into her Alpha’s chest, burying her face there, breathing in deep.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “For staying. For… everything.”

Y/N kissed the top of her head. “You think I’d leave you during that? You’re stuck with me, my Omega.”

Wanda made a sleepy, satisfied noise. “Good.”

Her body went slack again, finally able to rest for real. Not just from exhaustion, but from the relief of no longer fighting her own biology. She was sore. She was empty. But she was safe. And full of love.

And her Alpha was still holding her.

Y/N watched her for a long while, fingers tracing lazy patterns on Wanda’s back, heart full.

Then finally, she closed her eyes too.

And in the center of their destroyed nest, wrapped in each other’s scent, the Alpha and Omega drifted into the first true sleep they'd had in days.

Together.

Always.

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Later

The hot water poured down over their bodies in soft waves, steam curling into the air like a blanket around them. Wanda leaned heavily against Y/N, arms loose around her waist, head tucked beneath her chin, her entire body pliant and warm in her Alpha’s arms.

Y/N stood behind her, supporting her gently, one hand combing through Wanda’s damp hair while the other held the loofah, slowly running it along Wanda’s side with a kind of reverent care.

They hadn’t said much when they woke. Just a quiet kiss. A soft groan. Wanda had mumbled something about feeling like she’d been hit by a truck, and Y/N had just laughed, scooping her up bridal style and carrying her straight to the shower.

Now they stood under the gentle stream of water, letting the heat soak into their aching muscles.

Wanda sighed. “You’re spoiling me.”

“I just lived through six days of mating press and desperate moaning,” Y/N teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Let me have this.”

Wanda laughed sleepily, then tilted her head up, eyes fluttering open. Her gaze dropped to Y/N’s chest and shoulders—and she blinked.

“Oh.”

Her fingers brushed over one of the deeper bite marks on Y/N’s collarbone. There were more—faint bruises along her ribs, red lines from clawed nails down her back, fading bites near her neck. They were everywhere.

“I did all that?” she asked softly, guilt slipping into her voice.

Y/N raised a brow and shrugged, water dripping from her jaw. “Yeah. You were a menace.”

“I’m sorry,” Wanda murmured, looking up at her through damp lashes. “I didn’t mean to leave that many…”

Y/N chuckled, brushing her thumb gently across Wanda’s cheek. “I didn’t say I minded.”

Then, with a cheeky little grin, she spun Wanda around so they both faced the mirror across from the shower.

Wanda blinked at her reflection, then gasped.

Her back.

Covered.

There were bite marks trailing down from her shoulder blades to her waist—some shallow, some deep, one or two that looked like Y/N had really lost herself for a moment. Her hips bore fading bruises from where strong hands had gripped too tight, and the inside of her thighs were still marked with faint finger-shaped prints.

Wanda’s mouth fell open. “Oh my god—you were worse!”

Y/N smirked behind her, chin resting on her shoulder. “Exactly. So let’s call it even.”

Wanda flushed, equal parts mortified and pleased. “I look like I got attacked by a wild animal.”

“You did,” Y/N murmured into her ear, voice dropping low. “And you liked it.”

Wanda groaned and swatted at her arm, but didn’t move away—leaning back into her mate’s chest with a playful pout.

“You’re impossible.”

Y/N grinned and pressed a soft kiss to her damp cheek. “But I take good care of you.”

Wanda hummed. “That part’s true.”

They stayed like that a little longer—letting the water wash away the remnants of their week-long storm, wrapped in each other, safe and full of something deeper than instinct.

Love.

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I don't see much Omega Wanda, so I needed to make one. Let me know if you want more with A/B/O dynamic!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #fic rec 🔥

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