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Y/N, directly into an intercom: Attention, Target shoppers. My friend is hot and ready to trot. She is single and ready to mingle. She is-

Wanda, wrestling the mic out of their hands: Y/N-!

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the flashback - natasha romanoff x maximoff!reader

word count; 1,134

warnings; a lot a lot a lot of angst lmao

a/n; for someone who hates reading angst, i sure do end up writing a lot .. i promise i’ll write some fluff soon! this piece is meant to be read with my wanda x reader one shot [love persevering] feedback is always appreciated , hope y’all enjoy the pain :]

the five years during the blip was hard, with clint disappearing, tony “retiring” and steve still trying to be america’s beacon of hope- it fell on natasha’s shoulders to oversee everything. mornings were spent making breakfast alone, trying to make sure natasha would at least eat something before she started her day. afternoons were when you sat through meetings with her, working diligently alongside her. evenings were arguably the hardest, the two of you stuck in a constant push and pull of natasha wanting to keep working while you just pleaded with her to rest. it blew up in your faces one day, when you had snapped at her and the two of you ended up fighting.

“what do you want me to do y/n?! i’m trying to keep this together, i’m trying to keep what’s left of us together- why won’t you just let me be?” natasha voice broke off at the end, the work on her desk left abandoned as the two of you stood in the middle of the office, staring each other down. you let out a dry chuckle at her words.

“natasha, you’re my girlfriend for crying out loud. you, you are my everything, you are all i have left! so i’m sorry that while you’re busy trying to save the world i’m just trying make sure mine doesn’t crash and burn.” you spat out, aware of the tears burning in your eyes. when your parents had died, you followed pietro and wanda to wherever they went, to HYDRA and ultimately to the Avengers. losing pietro was painful, but the two of you made it through. the two of you always had each other’s back and you were forever thankful for vision being there for wanda when you couldn’t. on the contrary, wanda was a lot more protective over you, having been hesitant at first when natasha and you started becoming something more than friends. but, natasha had proved herself time and time again to wanda and the witch knew there was really no better person to love you than her.

wanda was your role model, your protector and your best friend. in the battle against thanos you had fought right by her side, casting your strongest barriers to prevent him from getting to wanda or vision- but it wasn’t enough. the sight of your older sister, the last of your family disappearing right in front of your eyes never left your subconscious. nightmares plagued you more often than you’d like, memories of how wanda’s body seemed to sag just a little in relief as she dusted away, or some nights, you would watch natasha dust away instead with screams ripping through your throat.

“watching you work yourself to near death, not caring about your own health, that scares me because i don’t know what i’ll do without you. you don’t eat unless i ask you to, you don’t rest unless i ask you to- fucking hell natasha i can’t even ask! i have to beg and plead with you to do the most basic things! i refuse to lose you, not when i’ve lost everything and everyone else!” you were shouting now, your voice having risen with the anger you had pent up over the last six months. taking a breath, you continued at a lower volume, “i know you’ve lost people too natasha, but right now, we’re all we have left. i don’t.. i won’t leave you so please, please don’t push me away.” your tears had finally started to fall, arms wrapping around yourself as your gaze left hers to focus on the ground below instead. you heard a soft sigh and when you heard the sound of footsteps you were so certain that natasha was either heading back to her desk or leaving the room. squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to hug yourself even tighter, you let out a small gasp when natasha’s arms pulled you against her, your arms automatically wrapping around her waist.

“i’m so sorry y/n.” natasha pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, her hand moving to stroke your hair. while you stood there crying into her shoulder, she took the time to comb through her memories of the last six months. closing her eyes as her own wave of tears threatened to fall, she remembered how you always bugged her to eat, to rest and to take care of herself but whenever she seemed to forget, you were there to do it instead. you’ve cooked so many meals for the two of you, when was the last time she had made something for you? a dull ache bloomed in her chest when she realised how little she had been doing for you, for both of you really.

“i’m not mad at you,” you whispered quietly, as if you could read her thoughts. “i don’t mind doing all of this for you and i don’t expect you to do things in return either. i do what i do because i love you and while i can’t take away your pain, i want to at least make sure you’re taken care of.” as natasha mumbled a soft “i love you too” into the top of your head along with a few more words you simply couldn’t make out, you could feel her hold on you tighten as she started to cry. that night the two of you laid in bed together as you properly talked, having the first real conversation about something other than work for the first time since the snap. things didn’t get better overnight, but you could see the subtle shifts and after a couple months things finally felt better. it was about 3 years after, when natasha finally asked the question and the two of you got engaged. you had a small ceremony about a year after that, getting married in front of your closest friends- natasha having managed to track down clint that one time only, the archer disappearing once again afterwards.

when scott had showed up out of nowhere with the whole time travel idea, it was the first time any of you had felt any hope. the night before they left for the mission, natasha promised you to have another wedding- this time with wanda to walk you down the aisle and be your maid of honor. instead of sleeping early like you had intended, the two of you talked about a dream wedding with you suggesting to have clint’s kids be involved too. the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, smiles dancing on your lips and for the first time in a while, you dreamt a happy dream. if only you had known how fast dreams could shatter.

“see you in a minute!” natasha had called out, blowing you a kiss and sending her signature smirk to steve. you stood next to the controls, a bright smile on your face as you waited for them to come back. a minute later, everyone was back on the platform, except for a certain redhead. the smile you had quickly dropped as your eyes landed on clint’s hunched figure, his hand gripping the soul stone tightly. a choked sob escaped as you put the pieces together, your eyes met clint’s, not even needing your aura reading powers to see the sorrow, guilt and anguish he was feeling. she was gone, they might be able to get half of the world back but your whole world was simply gone and there was nothing that could be done to bring her back.

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Can I ask you this prompt please? : Daphne is Flirting with Lou (Lou is amused) and Debbie is starting to get annoyed+jealous. Crew does not know Loubbie is together and gets surprised when Debbie blows up and goes all possessive of Lou.

“So,” Daphne grinned, leaning back against the couch. “Now that you all know about the big reveal and you’re all on board. Let’s hear a little about each of you. I mean, you obviously know about me. Or you can just pick up a magazine.”

“Is she for real?” Nine snorted.

“Now Lou, let’s start with you. We obviously know you’re quite the flirt,” Daphne spoke, examining her nails as Debbie shot Lou a confused look that the blonde simply shrugged off.

“There’s a difference between being flirted with and being conned, sweetheart,” Lou chuckled, tossing the brunette a wink.

Daphne brushed the excuse off, leaning forward with a hand under her chin. “Come on, Blondie. Tell us about down under.”

Only Lou seemed to notice Debbie choke on the sip of tea she’d failed to swallow properly.

“Y’know, Daph,” Constance started. “We all know dad pretty well already…well, we know as much as she’s willing to share anyway. But I’m gonna go back to my video game.”

“Why don’t you bother—I mean get to know Lou on your own?” Tammy suggested.

“You can talk to me next!” Amita offered excitedly, but Daphne was already moving across the room to sit down on the coffee table where Lou had her legs propped up as she sat in her favorite armchair.

“That’s a great suit,” Daphne purred, her eyes trailing down Lou’s body. “I love how you use those necklaces to accentuate your…collarbones. You must work out a lot.”

“Not really,” Lou sighed, shifting her legs. “I used to. But now it’s mostly just putting spare parts together messing around with my bike or unpacking shipments at the club.”

“That’s right,” Daphne hummed, reaching out to stroke Lou’s arm. “A business owner. Love a girl boss.”

“Just boss,” the blonde chuckled, lightly removing Daphne’s hand from her arm but smirking at the gesture knowing it was going to drive Debbie wild.

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle,” Daphne hinted. “Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime? Teach me the ropes?” Her hand round the Australian’s thigh this time and there was a loud rattling of China against wood as Debbie slammed her cup down and got to her feet.

“Daphne,” Debbie hissed, marching over. “Why don’t you take Amita up on her offer to chat?”

“Oh, Deb,” Daphne laughed. “Lou and I are just getting started. Right? I think she’s gonna teach me how to ride a bike.”

“Like hell she will,” Debbie growled under her breath as Lou chuckled under her own, licking her lips.

“Now Lou,” Daphne spoke, turning back to the blonde. “Tell me. Do you like this top on me? Or do you like the bottoms more?” Daphne asked, gesturing to her blouse and then standing to show Lou her tight skirt.

Debbie practically had steam coming out of her ears and she’d had it.

“Daphne!” Debbie called, practically yelling now. “Maybe give Lou some room to breathe. Talk to some of the other girls. I think she’s—“

“We’re having a good time, Debbie. Don’t worry!”

“I’m not worried,” Debbie spat, coming to stand directly beside Lou as she sat on the arm of the chair, her hand slowly shaking along Lou’s shoulder until it was wrapped around her sliding to her lower back. “I just wanted to speak to Lou for a moment.”

“Couldn’t it wait?” Daphne asked, rolling her eyes.

“You know what?” Debbie smirked, playing with one of Lou’s chains. “No, no it really can’t.”

Keeping her hand on Lou’s chains and her back, Debbie slid down from the arm directly into Lou’s lap, staring Daphne down as if challenging her.

“Jesus, Debbie,” Tammy laughed. “Why don’t you just pee all over her?”

“I think this gets the message across better,” Debbie shrugged, grabbing a fistful of the blonde’s hair as she kissed her fiercely, trailing a finger down Lou’s neck and hooking it between her cleavage and vest.

“Um, Deb, honey?” Lou chuckled, pulling back from the kiss, her eyes glittering and lips puffy. “Maybe we save that for when the girls aren’t over.”

“Honey?” Daphne snapped.

“Oh,” Debbie smirked. “Did that not come up in your questions? Lou’s my girlfriend. Going on a couple decades actually.”

“I knew it,” Tammy grinned.

“I’m so confused,” Rose muttered.

“Sorry, Daph,” the blonde grinned, patting Debbie’s thigh. “Only person who gets to ride me is Deb.”

“You mean ride with you?” Amita asked, raising an eyebrow. “Like on the back of your bike?”

“Wait, what’d I say?” Lou chuckled, her eyes smoldering as Daphne turned pink as the blonde gave Debbie a wink and a kiss of her own.

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Hii I'm obsessed with your works!

Can you do one where Loubbie has 6 yr old Dani and had gone to the beach. Deb constantly calls them to see if they're alright, insisting to feed them and patting them dry making Lou smitten for how hands-on Deb had become since their marriage, especially now that they have Dani.

Some fluff pls❤️🦋

Have a great dayy!!!

“You’re sure you had enough of your sandwich?” Debbie sighed, studying her daughter with great concentration as Danielle looked up at her with a toothy grin and a thumbs up, followed by a simple, “yup!”

“And you promise you’ll hold mama’s hand while you walk, even when you get to the water?” Debbie prodded, looking worried.

“I won’t let go of her,” Lou promised, unable to keep from beaming at this world-renowned criminal turned helicopter parent Debbie Ocean, too concentrated on deciding whether her daughter was telling the truth about her lunch or whether she’d be starving in the car on the way home and trying to shove sunblock, both in lotion and in spray form, into Lou’s hands as she instructed Dani to turn around so she could spray down her arms and legs.

“Don’t forget her nose, baby,” Debbie added worriedly, holding out a juice box to their daughter. “You sure you had enough to drink, D? It’s really hot out. We don’t want you getting sick.”

“I’ve got her nose,” Lou laughed, plopping on a droplet of white sunblock with a “bloop” sound effect that made Danielle giggle as Lou booped her nose before rubbing it in, spreading the excess gently over her cheeks. “And I don’t think apple juice will help her from being hot in the sun, no matter how many boxes you offer her. But I’m sure that’s a matter NASA would be happy to take up with you.”

“Can it, Miller,” Debbie grumbled, sitting back on the towel as she squinted up at the two of them from beneath her sunglasses.

“Yeahhhhh,” Dani mocked. “Can it, Miller,” she shrieked, tickling Lou as the blonde shook her head, clasping their hands together.

“Mommy’s just being silly, isn’t she?” Lou smirked, throwing her wife a pointed look before she squeezed Dani’s hand. “Come on, love. Let’s see if we can find some shells for your jar.”

“And shark teeth!” Danielle insisted, tugging on Lou’s arm, to try and pull her towards the water line.

“Lou,” Debbie whined, her partner back treading across the sand to lean over her wife as Debbie craned her neck upwards so she could kiss her cheek. “Promise you’ll be careful with her?”

“You know I always protect my girls, honey,” Lou promised, kissing her softly, while Dani tried to tug her away. “Besides, she said shark teeth. Not full sharks.”

Lou walked hand in hand with her daughter along the shore line, swinging their hands back and forth as Dani occasionally squealed and pointed out a shell or something shiny in the sands, scooping it up and showing it to the blonde for her approval as Lou watched Debbie become smaller in the distance, but her worry grew no less large, seeming to loom beyond the ocean itself, wrapping around her wife and daughter in a way that made Lou smitten and sappy, thinking it was crazy in the most wonderful of ways that this is who they were now.

“You think a lot,” Dani giggled, pushing another shell into Lou’s hand for her to examine as the two stopped. Lou knelt down to rinse it off in the waters of an incoming wave before she pretended to hold it up and inspect it with a loud “hmmm” that made Dani laugh again.

“I was thinking about mommy,” Lou admitted, smiling down at her daughter. “Bucket’s getting heavy. Should we unload some so you have more room for pretty ones?”

“Mommy thinks a lot too,” Dani observed before ducking down to spill out some of the contents of her bucket, weighing her options between two small and sticky handfuls of shells.

You have no idea kid, Lou thought. Danielle’s observance was something that intrigued her. And was entirely Debbie’s behavior. And Lou loved having a little mini Debbie more than she could express, even though she’d been sure to influence her taste of music and fashion before the brunette could persuade her.

“She worries about us, I think,” Lou hummed, sitting down on the sand, holding out her hands so Dani could make a “keep” pile.

“That’s silly.”

“Mom’s silly,” Lou nodded. “But she has every right to worry. She loves you a lot, D. More than you know. And sometimes when you love someone a whole bunch, it’s a bit scary. You just want to keep them safe. And protect them.”

“Mommy loves you bunches too, right?” Dani smiled, passing Lou a shell that the blonde rolled in between her fingers. “She keeps you safe. With kisses. And presents. And she dances with you in the kitchen. And puts blankets on you if you sleep on the couch.”

“She loves me bunches,” Lou agreed, silently cursing at the tears brimming in her eyes. “We both love you so much, D. I hope you know that.”

“As much as the beach?”

“More than all the beaches in the world and all the grains of sand on them.”

“That’s lots of sand! Will you help me with my shoes when we get in the car so mommy doesn’t get sad about the sand?”

“Yes,” Lou laughed, the gentle moment between them flickering away, replaced by the memory of Debbie’s sharp inhale as a wet and sand-covered Dani had climbed into the car a few weeks ago, getting sand all over the floor of the car as Lou chuckled, her wife looking like she was on the verge of a heart attack before Lou settled her onto a towel and claimed her sandy swim shoes as contraband until they could be washed. “Come on, bug. I think we should go say hi to mommy. Show her some of your new shells.”

Lou walked them back to their beach spot where Debbie was waiting with her hand raised over her head to block the glare, scooping Dani up into a tight hug with a big, genuine smile as Dani told her about her shells, waving Lou over with the bucket for her little version of show and tell for her moms, only stopping to let Debbie wrap her in a towel and pat her dry, cradling her in her lap as Dani yelped out an excited, “beach hug!” As Debbie rubbed her shoulders dry, rocking Dani as she went back and forth before she released the girl to play on the blanket, smiling with relief as Dani reached for a juice box and asked for the rest of her sandwich.

“Me next?” Lou smirked, raising a brow as she held out her towel to Debbie, the brunette pulling her in for a salty kiss instead, humming against her lips.

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daddy valkyrie 🫶🫶🫶

no words except, pound me

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Debbie opening up to Lou about her daddy issues and the need for someone to protect her even though she has a strong personality

“We’re a bit of a cliche, you and me, aren’t we?” Debbie laughed, downing the last of her beer before kicking the empty bottle under her bed, Lou laughing along with her.

“Because we’re drinking even though you’re an RA on this floor?”

“No,” the brunette grinned. “That’s exactly why I became one. No one expects the rule enforcer to be the rule breaker.”

“Plus it’s sexy watching you both break and enforce the rules,” Lou winked.

“There is that,” Debbie chuckled, standing up from the floor to squat in front of the mini fridge, chucking a beer back towards the blonde before grabbing another for herself. “I mean the whole Daddy bullshit.”

“Debs,” Lou smirked, using her back teeth to pop the lid off her bottle off as the bottle let out a cool hiss, Debbie watching her lips carefully. “Thought we agreed not to Fuck until the freshmen are tucked snug as a bug in their beds.”

“Cute,” Debbie snorted, crawling onto the blonde’s lap now instead of the floor as she wrapped her arms around the blonde’s shoulders. “Daddy,” she whispered, licking the rim of Lou’s ear. “But I was talking about us and our actual dads.”

“Gross,” Lou huffed, wrinkling her nose. “You had to get on my lap to tell me that?”

“I was just thinking, you know. We spend so much time angry and upset at all these hurtful and stupid gay stereotypes. But here we are, one Debbie, one Lou. I’m pan. You’re gay. And where are our dads?”

“Jail,” Lou snorted, rolling her eyes.

“And jail,” Debbie shrugged, looking off for a moment before her eyes refocused on the blonde. “See? Daddy issues.”

“And you think that’s why we’re together?” Lou smirked. “Because we both have fucked up lives and good-for-nothing fathers?”

“I’m just saying it’s an interesting coincidence,” the brunette hummed.

“You’ve never been in a relationship with a guy before, have you?” Lou mused, studying her partner.

“No. Why?” Debbie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean you’ll sleep with them. You’re attracted to them. But you wouldn’t date one. Think it’s because of your dad?”

“I don’t know,” Debbie murmured, looking down at the floor as Lou took her wrist gently, kissing the smooth patch of skin as she whispered against it.

“I didn’t mean anything by that,” Lou promised, squeezing her hand sincerely. “You just got me wondering as well.”

“I’m not offended or anything,” the brunette sighed. “Just don’t really have an answer.”

“I don’t know why I love women,” Lou shrugged. “Well, besides your ass,” she laughed. “But I definitely blame my dad for why I don’t trust anyone. And why I’m stubborn as Fuck.”

“You trust me,” Debbie murmured, kissing Lou softly.

“You’re a tough nut to crack, Ocean,” the blonde laughed, shaking her head. “You had to learn how to let me in too. But yes, you have earned my trust. Again and again and again. In fact, you’re the only person I trust.”

“Same here, Miller,” Debbie sighed, putting her bottle down as she tried to get even closer to the blonde, sinking against her as she breathed her in. “You think we’re destined to end up like them?”

“Like father like daughter,” Lou grimaced. “Guess that means I’m bound to be an alcoholic.”

“Guess I’m bound for prison for conspiracy.”

“Right,” Lou snorted, both of them chuckling for a moment before the each fell silent looking off to the floor. The truth was, it was both of their exact darkest fears. They trusted each other. But they didn’t trust themselves.

“You’d protect me, right?” Debbie whispered, looking up at the blonde with pleading eyes.

“‘Course I will, honey,” Lou promised, hooking their pinky fingers together. “You’re my soulmate.”

“Cheesy,” Debbie giggled.

“You love it.”

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Happy Pride!

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THE LAST SHOW (FOR NOW…) 14.05.22

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cutest angel baby

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Natasha: Please? For me?

Y/N: Don’t do that.

Natasha: What?

Y/N: You think every time you say “please? For me?” I’ll do whatever you want. Well, not this time.

Natasha: Please? For me?

Y/N: Okay.

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Flight attendant: Before we take off, please make sure all small items are secured.

Kate: [smiling and looking at Yelena]

Yelena: What?

Kate: Do you feel safe?

Yelena: Fuck you.

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tinder

pairing: au!baker!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

description: wanda’s been out of the dating scene for a long time, so she’s understandably nervous when her friend sets her up on tinder. she usually wouldn’t go for someone so much younger than herself, but it might be exactly what she needs.

warnings: kinda steamy?, tinder usage, legal age gap (wanda is almost 40, reader is around 24), alcohol, first date jitters, sensuality, milf!wanda (v much so a warning), TEXTING KEY: bold and italics = Y/n, bold = Wanda

words: 3.3K

date posted: 18/04/22

“I’m telling you, my sex life has never been better,” Monica lowered her voice to Wanda as she leaned closer, careful to avoid the hot steam that rolled out of her mug, “I mean, I didn’t even realize how unsatisfied I was before.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, cheeks reddening at her shameless words in the middle of a busy café, “I’m sure James would love to hear that, Mon.”

This sort of conversation wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two women. They’d become close friends since Wanda had moved in across the street from Monica over a decade ago. The women had bonded quickly over their shared devotion to each of their young families, and Monica stood proudly at Wanda’s side throughout the proceedings of her divorce and everything that had happened since. Regardless, Wanda has been forced to sit and listen to the gruesome details of Monica’s (up until recently) boring sex life, this time pertaining the new status of her marriage as an open one. 

“Well I don’t hear him complaining. He’s probably even happier with this new little arrangement we have. Seriously Wanda, Tinder is a game changer for finding hot, meaningless, kinky sex. I can’t believe that you’re not into it all, I mean, it's been almost two years since the divorce with Vision.”

“Well,” Wanda flushed, fiddling with her fingers nervously, “I never said that I wasn’t.”

Monica’s eyes widened, “Wanda! And you didn’t tell me?”

Wanda shrugged, “I’ve had it for a while, but I’ve never really thought about actually using it. It’s been a while since the last time I’ve… you know. And I think it would just be very difficult for Billy and Tommy if they ever found out I was back on the dating scene… I just don’t think it's the right time.”

Monica placed her hand over Wanda’s on the table, “Hun, Billy and Tommy are big boys now, they can handle it. They’ve been good so far about the whole ‘coming out,’ haven’t they?”

“They have, but me actually introducing them to a girlfriend is much different than me just being gay.”

Monica guffawed, leaning back in her chair as she took a long sip of her steaming tea, “Who said anything about a girlfriend? Wand, you are a beautiful woman, and to be completely honest, there are literally hundreds of ladies who would kill to shag a MILF like you.”

“Please–” Wanda stifled her laugh through her fingers, “Please never call me that again.”

“Okay, okay,” Monica grasped Wanda’s phone off of the table, gesturing for her to unlock it, “Now let me see. I wanna hear all kinds of noise complaints from the neighbours in the weeks to come.”

Wanda hesitated, considering the idea of simply denying her the ability to peek at her profile, but tapped her short, glossy black fingernails over the screen and held it out for her to inspect. 

“That one’s cute… and that one is…” Monica chewed her bottom lips, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but you are never gonna get any with this profile.”

“What are you talking about?” Wanda furrowed her brow as she retracted her phone, defensively, “I like it.”

“These photos aren’t exactly screaming ‘I’m a good lay,’ babe. For God’s sake, you don’t even have a bio!” 

“I didn’t know what to– Hey! What are you doing?”

“Just fixing you up,” Monica began scrolling through her photos, “Do you not have any pictures that aren’t of the boys– Oh, well hello…”

“Monica, that’s a bit much,” Wanda warned, “That’s a Halloween costume!”

“Yes, and it’s the only one that shows even an inch of cleavage, so it’s the one that we’re going with. Now for the bio… What do you think?”

Wanda read over the words in horror, snatching her phone away hastily, “Monica! ‘Recently divorced, looking for fun’?” 

“It’s straight to the point,” Monica shrugged, “Fine, you do the bio then, but do not touch the pictures.”

“Alright…” Wanda thought for a moment before she finally began typing, “How does this sound?”

“Hmm, ‘Sokovian, mother of two, just looking to get back out there’,” Monica nodded approvingly, “Also straight to the point. Nice touch of mentioning that you have an accent, the ladies love that. This’ll work.”

“More coffee, ladies?”

Wanda was nearly caught off guard by the dazzling smile that she was met with as she glanced up at the waitress. The girl was young, probably less than a decade older than Wanda’s own children, and the woman almost felt guilty as she found herself simply unable to look away. 

“Please,” Monica smiled at the waitress.

She quickly filled Monica’s cup to the brim, then turned back to Wanda with raised brows, “And yourself?”

Wanda snapped herself out of the trance, “Uh, no thank you.”

The girl smiled at her again, “‘Course, just give me a shout if you need anything.”

Wanda’s eyes followed the girl as she disappeared behind the counter, even after she’d escaped her sight. She’d seen her around before, hell, she’d seen her working at that very café dozens of times, and she knew that she was only working there while she was on her summer vacation from university. Her name was Y/n, and though she didn’t know the specifics, she knew that she was only in her early twenties, while Wanda had just celebrated her thirty-ninth birthday.

Wanda had begun choosing that very café for meetings such as this simply so that she could thrive in the minimal interactions that they would have. She hated herself for acting like a lovestruck teenager, fawning after someone who most definitely wouldn’t be interested, but she also liked to rationalise with herself. Wanda was a divorcée, one that had only publicly come out as a lesbian just over a year beforehand, and hadn’t had any action beyond the work of her trusty vibrator since long before the divorce. There was nothing wrong with a little crush, even if it made her feel like some sick perv. 

“Wanda, are you listening?” Monica’s dark eyes caught Wanda’s, suddenly aware of her disengagement.

“Oh, sorry, Mon,” Wanda shook her head, “Just got caught up thinking about everything that I’ve gotta get done this week.”

“Girl, you’ve really gotta go on a vacation or something. I swear, those boys of yours are running you down to the bone,” A wicked smirk grew on her glossy lips, “But you know what else would help? Sex. Sex makes everything just so much better, and you are going to have some. Look at this, you’ve already got nine likes.”

Wanda took her phone from her friend’s hands, scrolling through the profiles that had liked her. Some of them were very attractive, but their bios made it clear that they were looking for another woman to surprise their husbands or hardcore BDSM, neither of which was she prepared for. She continued to scan the profiles over the next few days, making a few matches with respectable women, though none were exactly what she had in mind. She tried to remember what Monica had told her, who said anything about a girlfriend?, though she just wasn’t interested in a meaningless fling with someone who she genuinely didn’t care for. Then, as she swiped through the profiles one evening while she finally found herself relaxing in a steaming hot bubble bath, her phone just scarcely missed being dropped into the water as her thumb tapped the screen to enhance the profile, cheeks heating at the sight of the girl photographed in front of her. 

It was Y/n. Her profile was filled with various photos of her, some alone where she was posing somewhat seductively, and others where she wore that very same blinding grin on her face as she’s surrounded by friends. Her profile encapsulated her radiance, and Wanda’s finger mindlessly hit the little green heart in the corner, causing her eyes to widen in panic. She had not budgeted for Tinder Gold, so there was simply no going back. Wanda wanted to scream into her pillow, cry, do anything that any heartbroken teenager would do out of embarrassment. Then, the screen lit up in green letters; IT’S A MATCH!

For the following few days, she continuously hovered her finger over the keyboard, wanting to send a message in greeting but never knowing what to say. Would you respond? What if it was all a joke, get the sad, lonely mom all excited over nothing. She simply decided to avoid going to that coffee shop at all costs in fear that she would just melt into a little puddle on the floor under her gaze, which would only cause Y/n even more inconvenience, as she would have to clean it up. 

By Friday morning, Wanda was back in that café with Monica before work. Y/n hadn’t been working that morning, which was a blessing to her. Instead, she sat in silence, staring into her dark coffee thoughtlessly as Monica updated her on her new promotion at work.

“What’s the matter with you?” 

“Huh?”

Monica rolled her eyes, “Let me guess, you’ve been sketching yourself out on Tinder?”

Wanda sighed, leaning back in her chair as she laced her fingers together, “What’s your thoughts on dating someone younger?”

Monica narrowed her eyes, “How much younger are we talking here?”

Wanda tilted her head from side to side, “About fourteen years.”

“Wanda!” Monica laughed, “Please don’t tell me that you’ve gotten wrapped up in becoming a sugar mama or whatever.”

“No, no,” Wanda chuckled, “It’s just… There's this girl, and she is about fourteen years younger than me, and as I say that out loud I’m realising how horrible that must sound.”

“No, no,” Monica touched her arm, “It doesn’t. Maybe it’s a bigger difference than most couples, but that doesn’t matter if you really like this girl. Is that what you’re going for? A relationship?”

“I think so,” Wanda frowned, “I don’t know, I’m not very good at this. With Vision, everything was just so easy.”

“That’s because you started dating when you were seventeen and you were trying to pretend to be straight. Real relationships, ones that last, they aren’t easy.”

Wanda hummed, glancing down at her watch and jumping in shock at the displayed time, “Shit, it’s almost nine! I’ve gotta get to the store, Mon, I’m so sorry.”

She quickly bid farewell to her friend and left a few bucks on the table, rushing out the door in a desperate attempt to get to work on time. She swore, digging through her purse for her keys, not finding them anywhere amongst the contents of her bag. 

“Hey!” A melodious voice called after her, “You dropped your keys!”

She turned on her heel, eyes meeting a glowing figure in the morning light as Y/n jogged towards her, car keys in hand. Wanda’s tongue felt numb as she took her in; She was dressed comfortably, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a matching hoodie and a pair of sandals, but she looked even more beautiful than the other times that Wanda had seen her, when her beauty and personality was constricted to the beige uniform she wore at work. 

“These are yours, right?” She extended them to her as she finally stopped merely a foot away. 

“Uh,” Wanda stared for a moment longer before finally responding, “Yes, yes. Thank you. You literally just saved my life… well, my job, anyways.”

“Hey, no problem.” Y/n smiled at her as she turned to continue on her way, “Have a good day, then.”

“Thank you,” She murmured, “You too.”

Wanda always tried her best to avoid using her phone at work for anything other than emergencies, but over the next hour, she checked Y/n’s profile three times simply just to compare how her smile was even more radiant in person, and she dropped to the floor behind the confectionary case when she caught sight of the notification telling her that she had received a new message. 

hey, hope I saved your job on time this morning :)

Wanda bit her lip, thinking over a good response while simultaneously trying to act as if she was actually doing her job and not extremely close to human combustion. She wanted to appear unbothers, suave even. Wanda definitely didn’t want it to be clear how big of a crush she’d been harbouring for the younger woman for weeks now. 

You certainly did. I feel like I owe you.

well if you insist… maybe over dinner and drinks?

Wanda felt her heart jump to her throat. 

Sounds great! When are you free?

call me eager, but I’m off at five-thirty tonight… 

Works for me! See you then.

The rest of the work day passed by slower than usual. Wanda impatiently watched the clock slowly tick by, like torture as Wanda’s mind raced. What would she wear? How would she compose herself? It was hard enough to act cool over the phone, but in person would be a completely different story. 

By three o’clock, Wanda had done the bare minimum of her work on top of her inner turmoil, giving more attention to the detail for the evening. Monica, whose words seemed to jump through the screen at her after hearing about Wanda’s date, had agreed to have Tommy and Billy over for a sleepover with her own kids so Wanda was able to go without worrying about them for the evening. 

Throughout the afternoon, Y/n had messaged her to suggest a few places, and they agreed to meet around seven at a small bistro across town, and around six-fifty, Wanda sat in the parking lot, nervously hammering her fingers into her thigh as she worked up the courage to head inside, finally giving herself one last glance in the mirror before crossing the lot with a purposeful stride.

“Good evening,” The hostess greeted, “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh,” She cleared her throat, suddenly aware of how dry her mouth had become, “I’m actually meeting somebody?”

“Wanda!” Y/n called from the bar, raising her hand to wave her over with a large grin across her painted lips. 

Wanda smiled politely at the hostess as she slipped past, wiping her palms along the sides of her pants. She admired her appearance as she came closer, dressed nicely in darker colours and accented by the bright red of her lips. She stood to greet her, opening her arms to give her a loose hug before inviting her to sit. A single glass of some pink blended drink sat on the bar, condensation rolling down the side to create a puddle on the bartop.

“You look great,” Y/n indiscreetly ogled the older woman, eyes dropping to get a full look at how the red pantsuit accentuated her figure.

“Thank you,” Wanda flushed, “So do you. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”

“Not at all, I just got here myself,” Y/n shook her head, glancing at the glass in front of her, “Sorry I didn’t order you anything just yet, I didn’t really know what you would like.”

“No worries,” Wanda struggled to hide her grin behind the cocktail menu, pleased at how equally nervous the younger girl sounded, “What did you get?”

Y/n pushed the glass towards her, “I asked the bartender to surprise me with something fruity. I think it’s some sort of daiquiri, you can try it if you want.”

Wanda accepted, holding eye contact with her as she lifted the straw into her mouth, slurping some of the sweet liquid into her mouth and letting out a small moan of approval, “Mmm, that’s good.”

A small giggle shook Y/n’s body, “I know. Do you want me to grab one for you?”

Wanda raised her brows, “I thought I was supposed to be buying?”

She smirked, turning on her stool to face the bartender, “You can get the next one.”

Wanda thanked the bartender as she slid the drink over to her, turning back to her date as she took a long drink, “So what do you do, aside from serving me coffee almost every morning.”

“Well I’m in university right now,” Y/n began, “I just finished up my third year at Rutgers. I’m majoring in gender studies, but I’m hoping to get into a decent law school afterwards.”

“Oh wow, that's actually very interesting. I actually thought about law when I was younger, but by the time I was out of high school, I had completely different plans.”

“Oh yeah? So what do you do now?”

“I actually own a bakery.”

“Oh my God, that is so cool!” 

Wanda’s cheeks reddened at both the excitement that the girl presented to her and the softness of her fingers against Wanda’s own flesh. The date felt relaxing and exhilarating at the same time, enjoying the youthful glow that she felt from simply being in Y/n’s presence. The evening was much less tense than she had anticipated as conversation flowed easily and they bonded over similar interests, though Wanda thought that she had made a major mistake after she mentioned Billy and Tommy, though Y/n didn’t appear to be bothered at all, which caused Wanda’s heart to swell.

Wanda insisted on paying the bill, despite Y/n’s offer to at least let her pay half, and almost jumped out of her own skin as Y/n’s hand made contact with her lower back as she led her out of the bar. 

“Well this was fun,” Wanda wasn’t entirely sure how to go about the ending part of the date, especially because she didn’t actually want it to end, “We should, I mean, would you want to do it again sometime?”

Y/n grinned widely, taking a step closer to the older woman and staring at her through her lashes as she parted her lips just slightly, “I would love to do this again sometime.”

Wanda exhaled heavily, flushing at the clear invitation as she admired her beauty up close. She raised her hand, running her finger tips over her hair and tracing over the column of her throat so that she could gently cup her jaw and guide Y/n’s lips to meet her own. 

Neither of them moved for several beats, absorbing the simple pleasure of such an embrace before both began to softly move their lips in sync. Y/n’s fingers gripped onto Wanda’s waist, squeezing her snugly as she moved impossibly closer to press her own body against her. Small shockwaves sparked over Wanda’s entire body at the contact, and she had to physically force her body to restrain the moan that threatened to escape her throat as Y/n’s tongue met with her lips, tracing over it with feather-light pressure until Wanda finally allowed her to slip it inside. 

Their lips separated with heaving breaths from both parties, though they did not move away from one another entirely. Wanda rested her forehead against Y/n’s, touching her cheek gingerly.

“That was,” Y/n giggled, “That was cool.”

Wanda laughed at the juvenile response, “It was very cool.”

Nerves began to eat away at Wanda’s gut as she considered what she would do next. Her body craved for more, for the date to continue on throughout the night, preferably at her house, where there were no teenage boys waiting for her. 

“So,” She cleared her throat, “I don’t normally do this sort of thing, and I don’t mean to be too forward or anything… But would you want to come back to my place?”

Y/n smiled shyly at her before nodding eagerly and allowing her to pull her along to the car, mentally preparing herself for the activities to come. Wanda grinned to herself, pleased with herself for finally getting back into the dating scene, and also having a sex life to report to Monica.

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Breaststroke, breast...stroke

Summary: Wanda takes a special interest in her kids' swim teacher. Kinda AU

Pairing: Switch! Wanda Maximoff X Switch! Fem Reader

Class: Oneshot: smut

Warnings: mommy kink, public sex, pool sex, fingering (r giving and receiving), oral (r giving), strap on sex (r receiving) age gap (milf wanda and collage-age reader), tiny bit of degradation.

Words: 3.1k

"Okay kids that's it for today!" I yelled across the pool, hands cupping my mouth.

Being on summer break from collage, I have taken up working at the Westview community pool. I mostly just work as a life guard, however lately I've been taking over a couple swim classes in order to get some extra cash (being broke and all).

"Wait! Please please please can we have a race first y/n?" Tommy, one of the kids I teach, gripped on to the edge of the pool and gave me the widest puppy dog eyes possible.

"Oh come on Tommy, you're just asking because you know you'll win!" His twin, Billy, rolled his eyes and paddled to the edge.

I laughed. "How about we have a race at the end of the lesson next week?" I proposed, leaning down so that I am more on their level. The group of kids gave an exhausted cheer, before making their way out of the pool and towards their parents who awaited with towels held open.

Whilst packing away the floats and hoops into a box that we used during the lesson, I sneakily watched out of the corner of my eye as Billy and Tommy approached their mom. She grabbed them in one towel, huddling them close to her as she smothered their faces in kisses. The boys grimaced and attempted to push away from each other, which only caused Miss Maximoff to cackle and squeeze them closer. I couldn't help the smile that rose on my face, her husband left her quite recently and yet she is still such a great mom.

Practically everyone in our small town knew about their split, news travels fast around here. Most people were upset, Wanda and Vision had seemed like the perfect couple, both being incredibly kind to others and each other. Well, seemingly. I on the other hand, was relieved. I know, I'm so terrible, but I can't help it. Wanda Maximoff is just so perfect, and now I actually have a chance. My friends think I'm crazy for pursuing her given the age gap and the fact she has kids, but they haven't witnessed the chemistry in our interactions.

"You're staring again y/n y/l/n." My best friend, Yelena, approached me. I was so excited when she suggested the idea of us getting jobs at the same place, now I realise it's just more time for her to be a pain in my ass.

"You're using my full name again Yelena Belova." I rolled my eyes, grabbing the whistle from her and making my way to my backpack so I can take out my red uniform shirt and red shorts.

"You're delusional." She followed me, picking at her nails as I put the clothes over my one piece.

I turn to her, giving her a sarcastic look with a tilt of my head. "And you're an asshole. Why are you still here anyway? I'm taking over your shift, go away."

She gave me a playful shove. "I'm just here to observe public swim."

"Perv." I scoffed.

"Not like that! It's just I heard a certain someone telling her friends that she planned to stay." She smirked, nudging her head in the redheads direction.

Low and behold, Wanda's ex-husband had showed up for an exchange with the kids. I watched as they both ran to his car with grins on their faces, and Wanda observed with a gentle smile. At least they're on good terms. She then walked to one of the sunbeds, setting a beach bag on the ground and - oh my god.

My jaw dropped as she lifted her sundress, revealing a red one piece that hugged her curves tightly, flaunting her cleavage in a low v-shaped neckline. I was practically drooling as my eyes ran up her soft legs, I couldn't help but imagine how they they would flex if they were tightened around my head whilst I-

"Hey! She's looking at you weirdo!" Yelena elbowed me with a fake toothy grin, aggressively whispering without actually moving her lips. With wide eyes at the realisation of what Yelena just said, my eyes met hers. Her eyes were piercing, slightly narrowed in a sultry gaze. There was a quirk at the corner of her full lips, almost as if she was giving me a teasing smirk.

Waking up from my daydream, I chuckled nervously and gave her a slight wave whilst scratching at the back of my neck with the other. She wiggled her fingers back at me, giving me a discreet wink. Delusional my ass...

"Huh." Yelena shrugged, giving no time to explain whatever conclusion she just came to about that interaction. "Call it, I'm going to work on my tan."

As she walked off, I lifted the whistle from around my neck up to my lips and gave it a blow. "Pool's open!" I yelled, climbing up into the life guard chair as members of the public that had been waiting to use the pool began to climb in.

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For the next few hours, I did my jobs as I was supposed to. I did my rounds, blew my whistle when people broke the rules, and kept watch over everyone in the pool, ready to dive in at the first sign of trouble. However, that did not stop my watchful eye from drifting towards the sunbathing redhead. She hadn't used the pool yet, despite it closing in an hour. Not that I mind, I could watch her lie there all day and never get bored. But, I would be disappointed if she doesn't get in now that it's quiet and I can join in on the swimming. Then, I might finally be able to make my move, as Yelena had been suggesting I do with her not-so-subtle hip thrusts as she was passing Wanda to go home not too long ago.

Taking a glance at the time on my phone, I decided if I wanted to cool off in the pool at all today it had to be now. It was almost time to close and there was only a couple adults left, Wanda included. Stepping down the ladder and stripping out of my uniform, I made my way into the pool, sighing and closing my eyes as my slightly burnt shoulders were soothed in the cool water.

I heard the water to the right of me being disturbed and opened my eyes to see Wanda coming back out of the water, having just jumped in. I watched mesmerised as she slicked her hair back, drops still rolling down her supple cheeks. I could feel my own blushing at the sight. Brushing off my nerves, I decided now was the time to make my move.

I let out a low whistle, not needing the device around my neck, and looked her up and down with a smirk. "No diving Miss Maximoff."

She replied with a cheeky smile, "oh come on y/n, can't make an exception for the mother of your favourite students?"

"I don't have favourite students." I smiled back, leaning my elbow up against the edge of the pool so I can face her fully.

"Hm, what about favourite parents." She leaned forward a bit, just a few inches away from my face. I couldn't help but gulp as I watched her tongue brush over her bottom lip.

"Well that wouldn't be fair to the other parents now would it?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so I am your favourite?" She grinned, before moving back teasingly and swimming away in a breaststroke. Hah, breast stroke, more like breasts I would like to stroke... Okay no, that was a bad pun y/n.

Okay this is it, perfect opening. I swam after her quickly, meeting her at the opposite end of the pool where I could stand, the water coming to about waist level. I took a glance around, noticing we were now the only people at the pool. I took a step closer to her, her back leaning against the edge. I took note of the way she licked her lips, her eyes running down my figure as her fingers twitched, almost as if they were holding back from reaching out to me to pull me closer. She looked desperate, and I fucking loved it.

"How about I show you why you're my favourite?" I asked, moving closer and resting my hands on the edge of the pool at either side of her body. I could feel her chest brush against mine now as she attempted to steady her breathing.

"And how are you going to do that?" She gasped out, leaning forward until her lips are just centimetres from mine.

I didn't feel the need to verbally answer, so instead I crashed my lips against hers. She instantly met my rushed pace, her hands trailing up my neck and tangling in my hair, releasing it from the messy bun I had styled. She let out a groan as our tongues met. I moved my hands to her waist, squeezing at the sound. The kiss soon turned desperate, both of us letting out moans and gasps of approval as our hands searched each other's bodies, grasping and squeezing at anything we could.

My hands moved down to her ass, grabbing both cheeks before taking hold of her thighs and lifting her onto the edge of the pool. She gasped at the sudden action, which turned into a breathy moan as my lips moved to her neck. Sucking and biting, I was relentless and uncaring, marking all down her body as I lowered the straps of her suit and pulled it down as I went.

"Fuck.." I muttered to myself when her tits became exposed, instantly moving both hands towards them, my thumbs circling the stiff peaks. She threw her head back as I took her left nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and biting lightly.

She tugged on my hair, causing my neck to crane back so I am looking her in the eyes. She grabbed my face with her other hand, squeezing my cheeks roughly until my lips are puckered. She took the time to bite my bottom lip, pulling it out even further before letting it go with a pop.

"Stop teasing mommy, and fuck her."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I hastily tugged at her suit, tapping her thigh to signal for her to lift her hips so I can take it off fully. After throwing the red fabric behind me, I placed my hands on the top of her thighs, spreading them apart and bending down between them so I am level with her bare core. I moaned outload at the sight, causing her to let out a quiet chuckle. I began to nip at her inner thighs, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses as I approached her sweet centre. I dug my nails in to her skin, leaving half moon indents as soon as I got a taste of her. I lapped her juices up to her clit, using the natural lubricant to circle the sensitive but with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh fuck baby." She whimpered, one hand in my hair and one on the concrete behind her so she can brace herself as she grinded against my face.

I trailed a finger to her entrance, sinking it in to her tight pussy as I continued to circle her clit.

"Yes! Just like that baby, you're fucking mommy so good." She continued to speak her dirty words to me as I sunk in another finger, fucking her at a fast pace, curling my fingers when inside in order to reach the spongy part of her pussy that had her thighs clenching around my shoulders. "I have been waiting for this for so long. Watching you walk around the pool, bending down in front of me in those little shorts like a teasing slut."

I fucked her harder at the revelation, even more turned on at the fact that my infatuation had been returned this whole time.

"Oh baby you're going to make me cum, keep doing that!" She grasped my hair harder, pushing me right up against her pussy to the point where it was hard to breathe. My tongue movements started to get sloppy, though I don't think she minded. Her moans grew louder as my tongue covered her entire pussy in messy licks and slurps, fingers cramping as she squeezed them with her walls as she came. I licked clean what I could, sucking on my own fingers like a lollypop after slipping them out of her.

She gripped my chin, pulling me up towards her so she could kiss me again, tasting her own cum and juices on my lips. "Come home with me, mommy has a surprise for you." She whispered against my mouth.

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After closing the pool, most likely inaccurately as I was in such a rush, I climbed into the passenger seat of Wanda's car. No words were exchanged in the five minute drive to her home, just heavy breathing as her hand laid resting on my upper thigh.

As soon as we made it through the front door, she pushed me towards the stairs, slapping my ass so I would hurry towards her room. Closing the door, she locked it and turned towards where I was standing at the base of her bed.

"Strip." She ordered.

As slowly and seductively as possible, I lowered the straps of my swimsuit from my shoulders and folded it down over my breasts. She didn't give me much time, before she lurched forward and pushed me back on the bed, pulling my suit off herself. "I'm done waiting love."

Leaving me on the bed, she moved towards the closet and pulled a large strap on dildo out of a box. I practically drooled at the sight. I could feel my pussy dripping onto the sheets as she tugged off her clothes for the second time tonight, and tightened the black straps around her waist and thighs.

She made her way back to me, crawling between my legs that I had already spread for her.

"Do you want mommy's cock baby?" She spat in her hand, using it to wet the fake cock as she rubbed it whilst maintaining eye-contact with me.

"Yes mommy, please fuck me with your cock." I whimpered, desperate to be filled.

"I've got to stretch you out first baby, mommy's cock is so big compared to that tight little pussy." She rubbed her fingers between my folds, and moaned as a string of my juices followed them as she lifted them to her mouth. "So sweet."

Wanda moved two fingers back to my pussy, circling my clit before sinking them into my hole. I arched my back at the feeling, catching her eyes as she grinned down at my squirming body. She moved her other hand to my hip, holding me own as she grinded her fingers in to me.

She didn't waste much more time before taking her fingers out of me and leaning over, pressing her body flush against me as she sunk her soaked fingers into my mouth. I grasped at her wrist with both hands, closing my eyes as I sucked her long fingers clean.

"Such a dirty girl for mommy, you want to be filled with something bigger don't you?" She tutted, lightly slapping my cheek with her wet hand.

"Yes mommy, please fuck me." I gripped the back of her neck, tugging her close until her forehead was pressed against mine. I felt her breath hit my lips as she let out a groan, sinking the tip of her strap in my slit, shuffling so the base of the strap is against her own clit. I threw my head back and let out a loud whine, scratching my nails down her back the further she pushed the cock into my cunt.

Her head dropped to my neck, leaving a kiss at my pulse point as she started to rock her hips back and forth, fucking the large cock into me as deep as it would go. I moaned as the shaft brushed against my g-spot, sinking so deep I could feel it bulging against my stomach.

"Such a tight pussy." She groaned, hovering her face over mine and bracing on her elbows at either side of my head as she began to fuck into me at a faster pace. The bed began to rock, causing the bed frame to hit the wall. Thank god the boys were with Vision tonight. Wait... had she planned this?

We were moaning into each others mouths, embracing lips and tongues whenever we were still enough. Her forehead began to sweat, almost glimmering in the bedroom lighting as she began to buck her hips into me faster. I began to scream her name as I got closer and closer to my high, gripping at her shoulders in order to ground myself as my body began to move across the bed the harder she fucked me.

"That's it, that's it baby." She cooed breathlessly, grinding in to me and chasing her own high. "Be a good girl for me and cum around your mommy's cock."

"Oh god!" I yelled, opening my mouth in a silent scream as tears peaked out of the corner of my eyes. "I'm cumming mommy."

"Fuck you're so hot baby, you're going to make me cum." She groaned, leaning her forehead against mine causing her breasts to press up against mine. Hard nipples rubbed against my own causing even more euphoric stimulation. I wrapped my legs around her ass, pulling her into me even closer than I believed possible.

"I want you to cum inside me." I hissed against her lips. I knew it wasn't possible, but fuck I wanted it. She let out a teasing chuckle.

"I have something that can help with that next time." She grinned, fucking me faster in response to whatever fantasy was running through her head.

"Fuck baby such a good girl making your mommy cum-" her words turned into a high pitched moan, as her hip movement became stiff. What was deep thrusts have now become shallow, hips rocking into me gently as her lips met mine. We both came down from our highs as our lips moved against each others whilst the rest of us stilled.

She pulled the top half of her body back, leaving the strap inside me still, and gave me a wink. "Did that help with your reasoning as to why I am your favourite?"

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Devotion - Wanda x Fem!Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,055

Warnings: Murderous!Dark!Wanda, Murder, Obsessive Behavior, Knife Play, Somnophilia, Drugging, Kidnapping, Strap-Ons, Dub-Con, Stalking, Minor Character Death, Blood (leaving this open ended because…yeah you’ll see) | Minors DNI

A/N: Heed the warnings, little grasshoppers. This is probably one of the darkest things I have written, so enjoy!

Summary: For days, you kept receiving strange messages, getting notes on your doorstep, and having flowers delivered to your workplace. Your friend assures you it’s just a mild crush, but when the culprit reveals themselves, you find yourself in a position between life, death, and pleasure.

Everything started out with texts which you assumed were harmless. There came three per day at first, nothing to worry about. They had the appearance of bots, always calling you ‘baby’ and complimenting you. While each got blocked, more came. It got to the point where changing your number seemed like the only viable solution you’d take if the texts never ceased. 

Then came the notes. You’d go about your mornings as usual, waking up to brew a fresh cup of coffee before, at least during the week, going off to get prepared for work – mid-sized aerospace company where you were a quality assurance analyst along with your best friend Darcy Lewis. As you left your apartment in the early hours of the day, you noticed sticky notes over your front door. They resembled the cryptic texts, only with beautiful handwriting and a stench of lavender. After those, you began feeling more overwhelmed and anxious at the reasoning behind the flirty messages.

Finally came the flowers. While you sat at your desk rummaging through a mountain of paperwork, Darcy in your office hiding from your boss while downing her third Red-bull, a delivery of flowers came for you. It was a bouquet of deep, red roses. Your eyebrows remained raised as you signed the delivery, confused as to who would send such a thing. There was a note with similar handwriting to the previous sticky notes which read ‘roses for my rose’ – the cliche appearance of it all made you grimace. 

Darcy had gone off with her dozens of questions wondering who the lucky gal was. All you did was shake your head and tell the truth even as bizarre as it may be. For a moment your friend had stopped before humming knowingly, staring at you with wonder in her eyes. She meant well, surely believing you were lying to hide the identity of who she deemed as ‘your newfound snack’, but you couldn’t help the bile that rose up your throat as you looked back at the flowers. 

Weeks went by and none of the bizarre actions stopped. Your messages were filled with texts which did not seem to go away even as much as you blocked them. Each day, there were twice the amounts of sticky notes over your door to the point your neighbor from the right had begun complaining. The more time passed, the more cramped your office got with the variety of bouquets filled with flowers – roses, tulips, carnations, and even orchids. 

As you sat in front of Darcy on a Friday morning, you frowned. The two of you always had the knack to have breakfast at a local diner on such days to celebrate what would soon be the start of the weekend. You had the luxury of arriving late at work during that time without being reprimanded, so you took advantage of it.

“Okay you look downright depressed. You’ve barely touched your toast, Y/N,” Darcy said as she worryingly stared at you. “Is it because I left you alone at that meeting on Monday? I just can’t sit through another one of Randall’s speeches about safety in the workplace. We work at an office sitting on our asses, not actually flying the fucking planes.”

“No, it’s not that, but you really should’ve taken me with you. So breakfast is on you,” came your sly reply. You fidgeted with your coffee mug, running your thumb down the handle while biting your bottom lip. “You remember that thing I told you about the flowers and all that stuff?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s so weird. I feel like someone’s looking at me at all times,” you explained. “Then I found this really creepy note on my doorstep saying ‘honey, I’ll pick you up at 8’. Sure, they’re all horrifying, but this one really stood out to me. They usually compliment my appearance, not wish to make contact. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Babe, they probably got the wrong apartment. Don’t let this overwhelm you,” Darcy shrugged as she took another bite of her food – her plate was nearly empty in comparison to yours which was intact and cold. 

“But the thing is, you can’t enter the damn building without knowing which apartment you’re visiting. They have to know you to let you in or at least have me confirm who it is,” you exasperated louder, yet careful enough not to let anyone hear you; your paranoia had increased to the point it was difficult to go out and not find everyone in your surroundings suspicious. “It’s just…I don’t know. That along with the texts is freaking me out. The flowers are whatever I guess.”

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. It’s probably some weirdo creep trying to get a rise out of you,” Darcy pointed out. “Hell, for all we know it’s Nat using that as her way of flirting.”

You had forgotten about Natasha. She worked in accounting on the floor above your own. The two of you had barely interacted, only at a few meetings, but she had definitely caught your eye. Surely her mysterious presence could align with the weird interactions, but you could never be too sure. At least humoring the idea that it could be someone you knew brought you relief. 

“You really think so?”

“The lady is coocoo for cocoa puffs — of course it’s Nat,” Darcy giggled as she chewed on one of her sausage links. “It’s so weird because her sister is interning for us and she actually seems capable of human emotions. Natasha is like an onion, she’s just god a bunch of layers you have to get by before you reach the core. She’s crazy and it checks out.”

There came a sigh that lessened your worries. You were glad to finally have an idea of who could be behind it. Surely it was not solid, but you were admittedly taken by the woman. Humoring her as your secret admirer made your heart soar. 

“Well, that’s a relief. I’ll probably talk to her at work then. Maybe she’ll finally ask me out today,” you said with a smirk.  “Thanks, Darce.”

“Anytime, babe,” your friend replied. She eyed your plate, pointing at it with a fork in hand. “Now, are you gonna eat your bacon or can I steal it?”

“Go for it.”

The mysterious findings were thrown to the back of your mind for the most part of the day. It filled you with relief to know there could be a clear explanation for things. Plus, having someone as beautiful as Natasha possibly interested in you made you blush. The idea of potentially securing a date, ignoring all she had sent you, was truly heartwarming. 

Only that, unbeknownst to you, a certain redhead in the following booth gripped her glass of water nearing breaking point. In her mind, you were hers and nobody else’s – especially not Natasha’s. 

///

Towards the end of your work day, you found exhaustion overtaking your being. Not only had you stayed put in your desk in several video-calls, but disappointment arose when Natasha was nowhere to be found as you searched for her. You were lucky enough to find Yelena shadowing one of the workers, who only shrugged and told you she hadn’t come in that day. With dismay, you simply went back to your desk and spent the remaining hours moping. 

When it was finally time to leave, you went away with a smile on your face. Darcy had invited herself over on the following day, talking about how she wished to binge all ten seasons of Friends by your side before she died – her bucket list was quite full according to her. She waved you goodbye as you each went your separate ways to your cars, happiness surrounding you at the thought of spending the weekend with your friend. 

On your way to your vehicle, an overwhelming sense of paranoia came forth. You had felt a small bit of it at the diner, but the wave came much stronger than ever. It was as if dozens of eyes were suddenly on you. Surely you were exaggerating, but the feeling never stopped even as you turned and studied your surroundings. 

Your eyes darted all across the parking garage. There came flashes of various horror movies that Darcy had made you sit through. It made your anxiety peak as you were unable to unlock the front door. The more you pulled at the handle, the further you hyperventilated. 

“Hey, baby. Did you miss me?”

Before you could put a face to the voice, a needle was pressed against your neck. The fluid along with your stress made it easy for your eyes to close as your body grew limp. Strong arms caught you before you fell as their owner snickered, making you grow sick as you slowly fell asleep. 

“Go to sleep, baby girl,” came a low mumble as a hand pet your face lovingly. “I promise to take care of everything. I’ll give you what you really want.”

///

It wasn’t until hours later that you finally regained consciousness.

Your eyes were barely open as you could hardly make out the room you were in. It was dark, murky even, filled with a stench that appeared to mix blood and sex. For a moment you believed it to be a bad dream — after all, it was an unknown place that very lightly resembled your own bedroom. But when you felt someone groan on top of you as an unknown object seemed to slide back inside you, you froze.

When your eyes focused finally, you gasped. An oddly familiar person towered over you, her hands holding open your thighs as she thrust her hips forth, driving a deep blue dildo further in your cunt. It was wrong, you knew, but for a moment you found yourself enjoying it, even if fear creeped up at the reasoning behind such an event.

“Wanda?”

She was from accounting, you knew. Viridescent eyes were closed, her brain deeply focused as she used you further. You noticed random bouts of what appeared to be blood over her naked body, which you did not hesitate to let your eyes roam around. With sweat dripping down her face along with dried-out red marks, Wanda was a blissful image of peace. 

Well, at least she was until you came to realize exactly what your situation was.

“Oh my god, get off!” You wailed. “What the fuck is happening?! Jesus fuck, Wanda. What are you doing?“

You knew her from work, a shadow along the wall who remained as a floater through the years you had spent at the company. There had been interactions you vaguely remembered from when she got everyone’s lunch orders from time to time. For the most part, she appeared tame, never truly catching your eye until she kneeled before your sprawled out body. 

“Hey, no, no,” Wanda mumbled as she pressed her index finger against your mouth. She let it slide against your lips, the ends of her mouth rising as she let the tip move further in. “Quiet down, Y/N. Come on, be a good girl for me.”

“You need to tell me what the fuck you’re doing right now. Is this…” you explored your surroundings, finally gaining sight of them. “Oh my god why are you in my room?”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been here, silly,” Wanda chuckled while leaning down. The toy nestled in you shifted slightly, causing a moan to break free from the depths of your throat. “You got new bed sheets. I liked the silk ones better though. They were really comfortable. I just had this image of me laying down while you rode my face. I mean, I got to taste you a bit before you woke up. Sorry, I got really excited and needed to make you feel good – just how you want it, right?”

Wanda bit on her bottom lip to keep herself from smirking widely. The sight in itself sent a jolt of arousal down your body which filled you with shame. Surely you had never bat an eye at the woman, but as she hovered over you, letting you breathe in her lavender aroma, you were hypnotized. 

“Do you like it when I’m inside you? I got this toy just for you, Y/N. It’s your favorite color too, see?” Wanda said as she pulled out the dildo and slid it across your lower stomach, before returning it to its rightful place. When she eased herself inside, you swore you saw stars. “I’m so happy we finally get to do this. I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long. Thank you for choosing me, by the way. Having you be mine will be the greatest pleasure of my life.”

The more she spoke, the further you found your mind in an unmistakable daze. She was purely deluded, making it difficult to break her free from the fantasy world she lived in. Yet you found yourself hesitating to even try. It was odd, macabre even, but you loved the way she tenderly thrust her hips while her nails dug into your inner thighs she held open. 

“Wanda, I don’t…” you began, but no more words came out. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,” Wanda soothed as she let her lips ghost over your face. She pressed them against your own for a searing kiss. The way her mouth swayed with your own was surely taboo, but you wanted more of it. There was dismay in you when she eventually pulled away to catch her breath. “I’m really sorry about your friend though. I know how much you liked her – I heard you, but she didn’t want to sit still. She was going to be my present for you and she’s…well…”

You followed Wanda’s gaze as she turned her head. The blood over her body should have been a dead-giveaway, but you never dared think of its source until you faced the other side of the bed. While your mind had first gone to Darcy, someone who you’d give your life in exchange for  in a heartbeat to save, your eyes landed on another person.

“Nat?!” you wailed with fear overtaking every inch of your being. “Oh my fucking god. Nat!”

A finger went back to your mouth as you began panicking over again. Your eyes never left Natasha’s lifeless ones. She was tainted in blood from head to toe. You would never be able to shake such a horrific image from your brain – to see the redhead’s slaughtered body by your side, a knife sticking from her stomach, made you nauseated.

“Shhh she can’t hear you anymore, baby. Come on, you knew deep down it wasn’t her that sent you those gifts. I’m the only one that can ever love you enough to do that,” Wanda explained and she attempted to press her lips against your own once again, only to  “But you know that, right? Come on, Y/N. You’re mine. Don’t deny something you want.”

“You’re fucking crazy!” You growled, anger rising as the image of your dead coworker and eventual object of your affection was fresh in your mind. “Stupid bitch!”

A slap was thrown across your face in a matter of seconds. With wide eyes, you were unable to register anything that went on afterwards — all your brain focused on was the hit that made everything blurry. 

It wasn’t until seconds passed that you came to your senses and found a knife pressed against your throat, already wet after being pulled from Natasha’s body. Wanda’s orbs were dark, her face hovering mere centimeters over your own. You could tell the blade drew small amounts of blood, but paid no mind to it as the woman on top hypnotized you without effort.

A finger went to slide against the cute, scooping up copious amounts of the red liquid before it was plopped in her mouth. A he taste of your blood, Wanda hummed before making her desperation be know.

“You can’t just say that to me, Y/N. I…I love you so much and that hurts. Don’t make me feel sad,” the woman sobbed. You swore you noticed fresh tears appearing on her reddened cheeks — tugging at your heartstrings — but chose to ignore them. “I do really bad things when I’m sad and I don’t want to hurt you. Please don’t make me do that.” 

“I…I’m so fucking scared,” you admitted while choking back mirrored tears. “W-what do you even want from me? You fucking- oh my god you killed her.”

“And I’ll do the same to you if you don’t submit for once,” Wanda announced as she slid the blade across your skin, leaving a nasty trail of red in her wake. Her hips never stopped moving as your body became one with her own. Admittedly so, the sloshing sound of the dildo being moved inside your pussy with such vigor aroused you to no end. “Let me make you feel good. Then I can draw you a bath and you can relax while I take care of Ms. Romanoff here. I don’t want to get caught and be forced to spend time away from my pretty baby.”

Finally ceasing your fights, you only nodded. Normally you’d be crying out of pain as you received various cuts over your skin, but all you could do was lean back and let Wanda carry on her ministrations. She was awfully gentle when moving her lips at a steady pace, helping you get off slowly. 

Your hands went to wrap themselves around her neck, holding her close as you finally let tears run down your face. There was no clear reason behind your sudden sadness – perhaps they were even tears of joy. All you knew is that having Wanda close, feeling her lips kiss your wet cheek as her knife stained your bed sheets with blood, made all the pain better.

“I’m here, baby. I’ll make you feel so good,” Wanda whispered as she let her cheek dance against your own. “Tell me you’re mine, Y/N. Let me own you.”

There was slight hesitation at first, but eventually you found the words quite easy to speak even with a broken sob.

“I'm yours, Wanda. Always.”

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