#wanda Maximoff

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Wanda

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OP is so valid.. guys I have an idea. What if all writers just started posting fanfics like we’re still in the pre-infinity war era. And lowkey even though endgame happened we can pretend it didn’t!! 😁 lets just ignore it and we can still incorporate characters like Bob and Yelena 🩷🩷🩷 yayy everyone wins and is happy!!!

Here’s some of my favorite nostalgic Marvel videos on YouTube (and a kiss on the forehead bc I know u miss tony nat and steve 😽❤️‍🩹)



The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

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Written in Our Souls - Part 13

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Wanda’s bond is stronger than ever—but beneath the warmth of their intimacy, unsettling questions arise.

Word Count: 5,272

Warnings: fluff, a little smut, (18+), use of strap (enchanted)

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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A few days had passed since the mission, and Y/N had been basking in the kind of peace that only came from being wrapped up in Wanda—physically, emotionally, soul-deep. But even with the warmth of their bond grounding her, something kept tugging at her attention.

Vision.

Despite everything—despite the clarity of the bond between Wanda and her—Vision had been sneaking out of the compound more and more. Quiet departures in the early morning, late returns after sunset. Y/N had caught glimpses of him once or twice, and each time, something about him seemed… different. Off.

She made her way down to Tony’s lab, hoping for insight.

Tony was hunched over a half-built suit and a cup of coffee, talking softly to himself when she walked in.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted, hands in her pockets.

Tony gave her a once-over, not looking away from his project. “Well, well. Look who came up for air.”

Y/N smirked. “Funny. I was actually here to ask about Vision.”

That earned a pause. Tony blinked, then set down his tools with a sigh. “Ah. Him.”

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked. “I’ve seen him leaving. At weird hours. Something’s not right.”

Tony leaned back against the workbench, arms crossing. “You’re not imagining it. FRIDAY flagged a few anomalies in the compound logs—Vision's been leaving without logging his destination, and encrypting his activity. Not that he has to report to me, technically… but it’s weird.”

“Weird how?” Y/N asked, concern creeping into her voice.

Tony shrugged. “He’s precise. Predictable. But lately? He’s being careful. Too careful. Covering his tracks, locking access, even shutting down surveillance feeds in sections of the lab when he’s working.”

Y/N frowned. “Do you know what he’s working on?”

“No clue,” Tony said. “He always closes the screen or cuts the connection when anyone walks in. Happened twice this week.”

Y/N looked down for a moment, processing. “You think it’s about Wanda?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “He hasn’t exactly been subtle about that obsession. But I can’t say for sure. He’s not talking. Just... off.”

Y/N nodded slowly, eyes distant.

Tony’s voice softened slightly. “I’ll keep an eye on it. Let me know if he says anything to you. Or if anything feels… wrong.”

Y/N nodded again. “Thanks, Tony.”

As she turned to leave, Tony added under his breath, “Weird behavior from a synthezoid usually means one of two things—an upgrade… or a problem.”

Y/N didn’t respond.

But the knot in her chest said she already knew which one it was.

---

Tony continue to monitor Vision’s behavior.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., where is Vision off to again?” he asked, sipping his coffee as he watched the surveillance feed.

“He has exited the compound through the east corridor,” the AI replied smoothly. “No scheduled mission or clearance filed.”

Tony narrowed his eyes at the screen as Vision walked with purpose across the perimeter and into the tree line, the same path he’d taken three times this week alone. Always around the same time. Always when no one was watching.

Or so he thought.

“Freakin’ sneaky toaster…” Tony muttered. “What the hell are you up to?”

He tapped a few keys, pulling up heat signatures and satellite imaging, watching Vision disappear into the woods again. No obvious rendezvous, no vehicles. Just… him, alone, disappearing deeper into some isolated location.

Tony leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “This is getting weirder by the day.”

With a sigh, he stood up and grabbed his tablet.

---

A Month Later

Gunfire echoed through the dim corridors of the Hydra base, lights flickering as red emergency alarms pulsed across the walls. The air reeked of gunpowder and scorched metal.

Y/N was a blur of motion.

She zipped between agents, disarming them before they could aim, dropping weapons to the floor with clatters that barely registered before she was already gone again. A round of bullets followed her—too slow. They hit empty wall as she reappeared behind the shooter and knocked him out cold with a swift elbow to the temple.

“Got eyes on the main server room,” Nat’s voice crackled over comms. “Cover me while I pull the drive.”

“Copy,” Y/N replied, turning toward the hallway where Nat had vanished.

More Hydra agents spilled into the corridor ahead, barking orders in German. Y/N dashed forward, skidding between them, her momentum sending two crashing into the wall as she swept their legs from under them. She ducked a stun baton, twisted, and delivered a lightning-quick jab to the agent’s solar plexus. He collapsed with a grunt.

“Wanda?” she called into the comms. “You good?”

“I’m surrounded,” Wanda’s voice came through, tight with strain. “Third corridor near the east wing—need backup now.”

Y/N's head snapped in that direction. "On my way, babe."

She shot forward in a blink, wind snapping around her as she dashed through the maze of halls. Along the way, she shoulder-checked a Hydra operative into a wall and vaulted over another, disarming him mid-air.

Sparks flew as she skidded to a stop near Wanda, who was holding her own—red magic lashing outward in brilliant waves. But more agents were closing in fast.

Y/N didn’t waste a second. “Heads down!” she shouted.

In a flurry of movement, she zoomed through the group, disarming, disabling, and knocking them flat in a matter of seconds. The last agent tried to run—Y/N appeared in front of him and sent him flying with a roundhouse kick before he could blink.

Wanda lowered her hands, panting, her red eyes glowing faintly.

Y/N grinned. “Miss me?”

Wanda smirked, stepping toward her. “Always.”

Behind them, another explosion shook the far wall. Nat’s voice came through again: “Got the data. Meet you at extraction in two.”

Y/N gave Wanda a quick wink before grabbing her hand. “C’mon, let’s finish this.”

---

The low hum of the Quinjet filled the cabin as they lifted off from the Hydra base, the engines steady beneath them. Y/N sat with her back against the cool metal wall, catching her breath, her suit smeared with soot and a cut above her eyebrow already beginning to close. Across from her, Wanda was watching her, arms crossed, eyes soft.

Nat was at the console, already decrypting the stolen files, while Clint piloted up front, focused but relaxed now that they were airborne.

“That was clean,” Clint called over his shoulder. “Almost too clean.”

“Speak for yourself,” Y/N muttered, wiping her forehead. “I think I ran enough to power this jet twice.”

Wanda chuckled softly and moved closer, settling beside Y/N. Her fingers gently found Y/N’s wrist and traced over her name, a quiet, grounding touch. “You didn’t hesitate when I called,” she said, voice low.

Y/N turned her head and smiled at her. “I’ll never hesitate for you.”

Nat looked up from the console with an amused eyebrow. “God, you two are worse than Barton and Laura.”

“I’m right here,” Clint said, though he didn’t sound annoyed. If anything, he was smiling.

Then, after a moment, he added, “Hey—before I forget. This weekend, it’s Nathaniel’s birthday. Laura already invited Nat, but I wanted to ask you two as well.”

Y/N blinked, surprised. “Oh—really? You sure we wouldn’t be, you know… distracting?”

Clint chuckled. “Nah, Laura loves you both. And the kids are already obsessed with Wanda’s magic tricks and Y/N’s speed. You’re practically party entertainment at this point.”

Wanda grinned. “I’d love to come. It sounds wonderful.”

Y/N nodded. “Count us in. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Wanda leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder, and Y/N instinctively pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

“So,” Nat said, tone suddenly sly, “how long until we have to start making excuses to give you two alone time again?”

“Don’t start,” Y/N groaned. “We’re just… making up for lost time.”

Clint laughed. “That what the kids are calling it now?”

Nat smirked but said nothing more, returning her attention to decrypting.

Y/N glanced down at her wrist as Wanda’s touch lingered there. The mark hummed faintly, alive with warmth and peace. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes for a moment, just soaking in the closeness.

Even with the low buzz of tech and the hum of the Quinjet, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence, everything finally felt… right.

Home wasn’t a place anymore. It was a heartbeat against hers.

---

Back in the Compound

****

A few hours later, their room was dimly lit by the golden hue of late afternoon sunlight seeping through the curtains. The air was heavy with warmth and intimacy, filled with soft gasps and the creak of the mattress.

Wanda was straddling Y/N, her palms pressed against Y/N’s stomach for balance. Her movements were slow, intense, each roll of her hips deliberate, driven by the quiet desperation in their bond. The enchanted strap they’d come to cherish pulsed with magic and connection, bridging the space between their bodies in a way that felt impossibly real.

Y/N’s hands held her waist firmly, guiding her but letting her lead. Her eyes never left Wanda’s face—flushed, lips parted, brows furrowed in pleasure. She looked like a dream. No, more than that—like something sacred.

“Wanda…” Y/N whispered, voice rough with emotion, not just desire.

Wanda leaned down slightly, one hand sliding up to Y/N’s chest for support, their foreheads nearly touching. “I feel everything,” she murmured, breath hitching. “Every inch of you… it’s overwhelming.”

Y/N cupped her face, pulling her in for a kiss as their rhythm deepened. Magic sparkled faintly around them, soft red wisps dancing at the edge of their joined bodies—resonating with every thrust, every gasp, every heartbeat they shared.

They weren’t just touching—they were fused in soul, in love, in something far greater than either of them could put into words.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

Wanda’s movements grew faster, more desperate, her fingers digging lightly into Y/N’s stomach as she rode out the rising wave inside her. The bond between them crackled like a live current—magic and love entwined, tangible in every breath, every shared heartbeat.

Their moans filled the room, raw and unfiltered. Y/N’s grip on Wanda’s waist tightened as she thrust up to meet each movement, breath ragged, lips parted.

“Wanda—” she groaned, voice trembling with the effort to hold back.

Wanda leaned forward, one hand cradling Y/N’s face as her forehead rested against hers. “Detka…I’m so close” she whimpers, eyes locked on hers. “Come with me.”

As Wanda cried out, her body trembling through the high, the sensation and their bond sent Y/N over the edge with her. A low moan tore from her throat as she released, the enchanted toy responding with a soft pulse, responding to Y/N climax. Wanda gasped again as she felt it—warmth filling her, real and undeniable—and her lips found Y/N’s in a kiss that was everything: hungry, tender, grateful.

Their bodies stilled, but their connection pulsed stronger than ever. Wanda stayed close, resting her forehead against Y/N’s, both of them breathing hard, tangled together in the soft afterglow.

****

“I’ll never get over this,” Wanda murmured.

Y/N smiled, brushing back a strand of hair from Wanda’s face. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

Wanda lay on top of her, chest rising and falling against Y/N’s, still intimately connected. Her cheek rested against Y/N’s shoulder, the warmth between them steady and comforting. The room was quiet now, save for their slowing breaths and the occasional hum of their bond, soft and pulsing like a second heartbeat.

Y/N lazily trailed her fingers up and down Wanda’s spine. “You know, we really need to stop breaking the bedframes,” she said with a sleepy grin.

Wanda chuckled, her lips brushing against Y/N’s skin. “Maybe you should stop making me lose control, then.”

Y/N smirked. “That would mean denying you. And I’m just not that strong.”

Wanda hummed in satisfaction, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “I like when you’re weak for me.”

“You’re dangerous when you know your power,” Y/N teased.

There was a quiet pause, filled only by the shared rhythm of their breath, before Wanda murmured, “What do you think Clint’s kid wants for their birthday?”

Y/N laughed, the sound low and full of affection. “You just rode me like a woman possessed and now we’re talking about birthday gifts?”

“I’m a multitasker,” Wanda replied smugly. “Also, I want them to like me.”

“They already do. You helped Lila with her math homework, remember? You’re basically her favorite Avenger now.”

Wanda smiled against her skin. “You think so?”

Y/N wrapped her arms around her, holding her tighter. “I know so!”

They lay there like that a little longer, basking in the quiet afterglow, their hearts calm, their souls at peace. Wanda was mid-sentence about birthday gifts when Y/N suddenly shifted, flipping them both over in one fluid motion.

Wanda let out a surprised laugh that turned into a soft gasp as Y/N settled between her thighs, still inside her, deeper now.

“My turn,” Y/N growled playfully, her eyes dark with renewed desire.

Wanda’s breath hitched, her legs instinctively wrapping around Y/N’s waist as a fresh wave of anticipation rushed through her. “Then take it,” she whispered, voice trembling with need.

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She rolled her hips forward, slow at first, drawing a moan from both of them, and then again—deeper, firmer. The room once more filled with the sounds of their love, their bond sparking like wildfire between every breath, every kiss, every movement.

And just like that, round two began—hungry, heated, and absolutely theirs.

---

The city buzzed around them with late afternoon life—horns honking, people laughing, the faint smell of roasted nuts from a nearby cart. Wanda’s fingers were laced with Y/N’s as they walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, both of them in sunglasses and low-key clothes. Still, they had a glow that made people look twice—two women in love, completely immersed in each other.

“Okay,” Wanda said, glancing at the small list she had open on her phone. “Clint said Nathaniel’s been obsessed with dinosaurs lately.”

“Dinosaurs?” Y/N grinned. “Then we’re getting the biggest, loudest, most annoying toy we can find. If it roars, stomps, and maybe breathes fake fire—perfect.”

Wanda laughed, leaning into her. “You really want to get uninvited next year?”

“Absolutely not. I just want Clint to suffer a little. He did make me babysit the gremlins during that mission debrief last month.”

They ducked into a bright toy store a moment later, the kind with spinning mobiles, bright shelves, and too much cheerful music playing in the background. Y/N made a beeline for a massive animatronic T-Rex while Wanda wandered through the science kits and puzzles, already thinking of what Laura might appreciate too.

Eventually, they met in the middle—Y/N triumphantly holding the roaring T-Rex box, and Wanda with a neatly wrapped educational kit about fossils.

“We get him both?” Y/N asked, already knowing the answer.

Wanda nodded with a smirk. “Chaos and balance. Very us.”

As they stepped back outside, bags in hand and the sun beginning to dip lower in the sky, Y/N pulled Wanda into her side and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“This is nice,” Y/N said softly.

Wanda tilted her head up and kissed her. “It is.”

They didn’t rush home. They strolled, stealing kisses at red lights, sharing a street pretzel, and laughing like no one was watching—just a couple in love, picking out dinosaur toys for a kid’s birthday and living a piece of the normal life they'd fought hard for.

---

The Birthday Weekend

The Barton farm was alive with energy—kids darting across the yard with superhero masks and foam swords, music drifting from the porch speakers, and the scent of grilled food in the air. A bright dinosaur-shaped bounce house roared intermittently, thanks to a little button Nathaniel couldn’t stop pressing.

“Why does that thing growl every five seconds?” Laura asked with a chuckle, joining Wanda and Nat under the shade of the big oak tree with drinks in hand.

“Because Y/N showed Nate how to do it,” Nat replied dryly, sipping from her cup. “She’s enabling him. Chaos recognizing chaos.”

Wanda laughed softly, but her attention remained fixed on Y/N. Across the yard, Y/N was dramatically pretending to be a captured villain, wrapped in streamers as Nathaniel and Cooper shouted about locking her up. She stumbled back with exaggerated groans, fell onto the grass with flair, and made the kids burst into delighted laughter.

“She’s good with them,” Laura said, watching the scene unfold with a fond smile.

“She is,” Wanda agreed, her voice quiet, full of something deeper. Her gaze never wavered from Y/N, who now had Nathaniel perched on her back like a tiny superhero riding into battle.

Laura noticed the way Wanda’s fingers brushed absently over the inside of her wrist, where Y/N’s name was marked—her soulmate. Y/N immediately raise her head with a smile she only gives to Wanda, feeling her own wrist tingle. And Wanda just smiles back.

“You two talk about the future yet? Marriage, kids?” Laura ask seeing their interaction.

Wanda flushed slightly but nodded. “We’ve started. Not everything, not yet. But we know what we want. And we want it with each other.”

“That’s the bond,” Laura said knowingly, lifting her own wrist and brushing her fingers over Clint’s name. “When it’s real, when it’s right, you don’t need everything figured out. You just know.”

Wanda glanced at her with a soft smile, then at Nat, who remained suspiciously quiet.

“She’s already yours,” Nat said teasingly, nudging her shoulder. “Even if you weren’t soulmates, the way she looks at you would give it away.”

Wanda’s gaze drifted back to Y/N just as she scooped Nathaniel up and spun him in a wide circle. The boy shrieked with glee, arms outstretched, completely trusting her. Wanda’s heart clenched, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded into the background. All she could see was Y/N—laughing, loving, alive.

“Being with her feels like breathing,” Wanda murmured. “Like I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until we found each other.”

Laura smiled warmly. “That’s how I felt with Clint. It’s soul-deep. Hard to explain, but impossible to ignore.”

“And now,” Nat added, “you two are in the honeymoon stage. Might be stuck in it for a while.”

“Forever sounds fine with me,” Wanda said without hesitation, a dreamy smile playing at her lips.

And as they stood together, watching Y/N collapse onto the grass with Nathaniel giggling in her lap, Wanda knew—with her whole heart and soul—that this was only the beginning of the future they would build. Together.

---

The Barton farmhouse quieted as the evening rolled in, soft laughter still echoing from the kitchen where Clint and Laura were cleaning up. The kids had finally crashed after hours of games, cake, and chaos. Nat had taken one of the smaller rooms, grateful for the quiet. Wanda and Y/N were shown to the guest room upstairs—cozy, with a big window overlooking the back pasture, and a bed that was just the right amount of creaky.

Wanda entered first, kicking off her shoes, her body still buzzing from the joy of the day. Y/N closed the door behind them, flipping the small lamp on. The warm yellow light painted the room in soft golds and browns.

“They really wore Nathaniel out,” Wanda said, pulling her hair out of its ponytail and letting it fall around her shoulders.

“They wore me out,” Y/N said with a playful groan as she stretched, cracking her back. “I think I pulled something when I was pretending to be a villain in the treehouse battle.”

Wanda turned, smiling. “You looked like you were having the time of your life.”

“I was. With you watching? Always.”

Y/N crossed the room, her arms circling Wanda’s waist, and she buried her face in the crook of her neck. Wanda wrapped her arms around her, holding her close, grounding herself in the warmth and scent of her soulmate.

“Today was perfect,” Wanda whispered. “I could do this with you forever.”

Y/N leaned back slightly to look into her eyes. “Then let’s.”

They shared a soft kiss—no rush, no fire, just intimacy and affection and the quiet promise of forever. When they broke apart, Y/N pulled her shirt over her head, and Wanda followed suit, both settling into bed under the thick quilt.

Wanda curled into Y/N’s side, fingers tracing over her chest, then down to her wrist, where her name was etched in elegant script. “It still feels like a dream,” she murmured. “That you’re mine.��

Y/N kissed her temple. “And you’re mine. For good.”

They lay in silence for a moment, listening to the distant hum of the house, the sound of crickets outside. Wanda sighed in contentment and nuzzled in closer.

“Let’s have this one day,” she said, eyes fluttering shut. “And all the days after.”

Y/N smiled, pulling her in tighter. “You got it, baby. Every one of them.”

And wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off—soulmates safe, together, and finally at peace.

---

The days rolled by in a quiet rhythm of love, missions, laughter, and stolen moments. Somewhere between early morning coffee kisses and late-night whispers under shared blankets, time slipped past like sand between fingers, and when they realize it was already six months since Wanda stopped rejecting.

“Six months,” she murmured aloud, her fingers brushing over the date circled in red. The day they finally stopped denying the bond. The day she chose Y/N fully, without fear or guilt.

She found Y/N in the training room, sweat glistening on her brow, cheeks flushed from sparring. Wanda just stood in the doorway for a second, watching her—her soulmate. Her partner in everything. The woman who had taught her that love didn’t have to hurt.

When Y/N caught her staring, she grinned. “Hey, babe. You okay?”

Wanda walked over, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist from behind and resting her cheek between her shoulder blades.

“Did you know it’s been almost six months?” she whispered.

Y/N paused, her hands settling on Wanda’s. “Really?” She turned around, smiling softly. “Feels like yesterday. Feels like forever.”

Wanda leaned up to kiss her. “It’s everything.”

They sat down on the edge of the mat, Y/N pulling Wanda into her lap as she ran her fingers through her hair. “We’ve been through a lot in less than a year,” she said quietly. “But I wouldn’t trade a second of it.”

“Even the messy ones?” Wanda teased, resting her forehead against Y/N’s.

“Especially the messy ones. That’s how I knew it was real.”

Wanda kissed her again—slow, reverent, full of everything words couldn’t say.

Y/N deepen the kiss making Wanda moan slightly into her mouth. And when they break the kiss Y/N murmur “Do you wanna go eat somewhere with me tonight?”

Wanda smiled against Y/N’s lips, her fingers still tangled in the hem of her shirt. “Hmm… is this a date?”

Y/N grinned, her nose brushing Wanda’s. “Of course it’s a date. You think I’d let six months go by without taking my girl out to celebrate properly?”

Wanda’s eyes lit up, the way they always did when Y/N called her that—my girl. She bit her bottom lip, nodding.

“I’d love that.”

Y/N leaned back just enough to catch her breath, her heart still pounding from the kiss—and the look Wanda gave her. “Alright, then. You shower, I’ll shower, and let’s get dressed up. Somewhere nice.”

Wanda raised a brow, teasing, “Nice as in candlelight and violins? Or nice as in greasy fries and milkshakes?”

Y/N pretended to think it over. “Hmm… maybe both. Fries first, violins after.”

Wanda laughed softly, the sound warming the air between them. “That’s why I love you.”

Y/N blinked, heart skipping a beat. Wanda had said it so casually, so confidently—but it landed like thunder in her chest. She smiled.

“Good,” she whispered, brushing a soft kiss to Wanda’s cheek. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m crazy about you.”

“Pretty sure?”

“Hopelessly.”

They kissed once more—gentle and full of promise—before Y/N stood and offered her hand.

“Come on, Maximoff. Let’s celebrate almost-six-months with something that isn’t leftover pizza.”

Wanda took her hand, rising to her feet. “Only if you let me wear the red dress you like.”

Y/N smirked. “Deal. But fair warning, I might not make it through dinner if you do.”

Wanda leaned in with a sly look. “Then we’ll just have dessert at home.”

---

The night started perfectly.

Wanda looked stunning in the red dress Y/N loved—elegant, effortless, and entirely captivating. Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off her, and Wanda couldn’t stop smiling at the way her soulmate kept sneaking glances like she was seeing her for the first time all over again.

They were seated at a cozy corner table, low candlelight flickering between them, the clinking of glasses and quiet hum of conversation creating an intimate backdrop. They held hands over the table, sipped wine, laughed at old mission stories, and toasted to ten months of love, chaos, and finding peace in each other.

But as the food arrived—plated beautifully, rich in aroma—Wanda’s expression changed.

Her smile faltered.

She blinked a few times, then pressed a hand lightly to her stomach. “Sorry, I—I don’t know what’s wrong. I suddenly feel…”

Her voice trailed off. She clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with panic.

“Wanda?” Y/N asked, concerned, already rising from her seat.

Wanda didn’t answer. She bolted from the table, heels clicking in a rush across the floor, and disappeared into the women’s restroom.

Y/N followed without hesitation, ignoring the startled looks from a couple of nearby diners. When she pushed through the restroom door, she found Wanda in the far stall, retching violently.

Y/N’s heart sank. She closed the stall door behind her and crouched beside her, holding her hair back and rubbing gentle circles on her back. “I’m here, baby. Just breathe. It’s okay.”

Wanda didn’t speak for a while, just coughed and heaved until her stomach was empty. When it was finally over, she sagged against the stall wall, panting and pale.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t know what happened. The smell hit me and then—just everything turned.”

“Shh, don’t apologize,” Y/N said, brushing strands of hair from her forehead. “You’re okay. We’ll get you home.”

Wanda nodded weakly, allowing Y/N to help her to her feet. She rinsed her mouth and splashed cold water on her face at the sink, still visibly shaken but grateful.

“I ruined our night,” she muttered, still not quite meeting Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N turned her gently by the shoulders and looked at her. “You didn’t ruin anything. You scared me, sure. But we’ll try dinner again some other time. Right now, I just want to get you somewhere comfy.”

Wanda managed a small smile as Y/N kissed her temple and wrapped an arm around her. She leaned into the touch, letting the familiar warmth of her soulmate steady the trembling in her limbs.

They exited the restaurant quietly, with Y/N flagging down a car rather than using her speed—Wanda looked too shaken to be swept off her feet like usual. The ride back to the compound was silent, but not uncomfortable. Wanda rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder, eyes closed, breathing slow. Y/N held her hand the whole way.

Once inside their room, Y/N helped her out of her dress, letting her change into one of her oversized T-shirts and a pair of soft shorts. Wanda moved slowly, still a little off balance, and Y/N noticed—really noticed—how pale she looked under the warm lighting.

“You want some water? Or tea?” Y/N offered, brushing Wanda’s hair back.

Wanda shook her head. “Just… lie with me?”

Y/N didn’t need to be asked twice. She climbed into bed and opened her arms, and Wanda curled into her side without hesitation. The bond between them pulsed softly, a gentle hum that grounded them both.

Y/N held her close, the steady beat of Wanda’s heart under her palm both a relief and a concern. She pressed a soft kiss to Wanda’s forehead and whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve never gotten sick like that before. Maybe it’s a bug? Or something you ate?”

Wanda didn’t answer right away. Her fingers toyed with the hem of Y/N’s shirt, a nervous habit, and her eyes stayed trained on some distant point on the ceiling. Finally, after a beat of silence, she said softly, “I’m fine.”

Y/N frowned, gently tilting Wanda’s chin so their eyes met. “Wands. That wasn’t nothing. You nearly collapsed in the restaurant.”

“I know,” Wanda said, voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I didn’t want to ruin tonight.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Y/N said firmly. “But you’re scaring me, baby. Talk to me. If something’s wrong, I need to know.”

Wanda’s throat worked as she swallowed, and for a moment, it looked like she might say something more. But instead, she shook her head and snuggled in closer, burying her face in Y/N’s neck.

“I promise I’m okay,” she murmured. “I just needed to be with you. That’s all.”

Y/N didn’t push, not yet. She tightened her arms around her and let out a slow breath, choosing trust over worry—at least for now. But her mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Wanda was rarely this quiet when something was off. And that look in her eyes earlier—that wasn’t just discomfort.

It was fear.

Still, Wanda was resting now. Her breathing had slowed, evening out against Y/N’s chest. Y/N stroked her back in soft, repetitive motions, whispering small reassurances even as her gut twisted with unease.

She was lying. Not about being fine, but about something.

She just didn’t know what yet.

And that scared her more than anything.

Y/N held Wanda a little tighter, her hand resting gently on the back of her head. The rhythm of her fingers slowed against Wanda’s hair as a quiet thought surfaced—last time she got sick like this...

Her mind flicked back to a memory she’d tried not to dwell on too much. It had been months ago, back when everything was still tense and raw. Back when Wanda was still living in the other room. Back when she was still engaged to Vision, when he tried to be intimate with her…

Y/N sighed, her breath slow and heavy, and looked down at the love of her life resting in her arms. Wanda’s brow was still faintly creased in discomfort, lips parted as she breathed softly through her mouth, eyes shut but restless. She looked so vulnerable. So human.

Y/N wanted to ask. Wanted to say “Are you feeling like that again? Did something bring it back? Did Vision try to do something?”

But she didn’t.

Not tonight.

She brushed a kiss to Wanda’s forehead and whispered into her hair, “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about anything. Just rest, baby.”

Wanda let out a barely-there hum, nuzzling into her chest. But Y/N felt the tension still lingering in her spine, like her body hadn’t fully let go yet.

She rubbed soft circles into Wanda’s back and closed her eyes, trying to ground herself in the feel of Wanda in her arms. The bond between them was steady but quiet, like it too was waiting—watching—holding its breath.

Y/N swallowed the unease rising in her throat and tucked it deep down.

Let it pass, she told herself. Let her breathe. Let her feel safe.

Tomorrow, if Wanda was ready, they’d talk. But tonight… Y/N would simply hold her through the storm.

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Wanda Maximoff - Scarlet Witch (Summer Edition)

I locked in and took some extra time on this and I think it paid off..

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Nanny for Ms. Maximoff

Summary: You're the nanny for the prestigious Wanda Maximoff. She's one of the top business women in New York, making newspapers and magazines about her success. Due to her busy work life, she needed someone to watch her two young children, and thankfully you were desperate for a job. Only, you can't help but lust after your boss. Does she feel the same for you?

CW: use of dildo, older woman younger woman, dirty thoughts, reader is very perverted, secret camera A/N: if this is a success and hits 500 notes I'll do part 2

"Goodnight Tommy, goodnight Billy," you say softly to the young boys, tucking them into their bed. They insisted on sleeping in the same bed, and after what felt like a year long tantrum, you gave the okay. They sleepily wave their hands, their eyelids growing heavy and falling shut, hugging their favorite stuffed animals before sleep takes over and the twin boys snore softly.

You smile and reach over to turn off the lamp, double checking the nightlight is still on. You forgot to check once and you never heard the end of it from them, who woke up screaming in a dark room. Surprisingly, children hold grudges.

You close the door with a quiet click and you raise your arms above your head, feeling the aches and tiredness of the long day slither through your muscles and out the tips of your fingers.

Taking care of twin boys is not an easy job. They get up at 7 am on the dot every morning and it's not like they need time to wake up. No, they're bright and energetic and bouncing all around the house. Unless they didn't get their full ten hours of sleep, then it's hell until nap time.

See, you're the nanny for Wanda Maximoff. Yes, THE Wanda Maximoff, runner up for CEO at Avenger's Enterprise. One of the top ten business women in all of New York, admired for juggling a full-time job and motherhood. She went through an entire packet of potential candidates to help take care of her children, and out of the 150, you were chosen. Considering you had wonderful recommendations, experience in childcare, reliable transportation, know CPR, and you're able to keep up with her kids after a trial week, Wanda thought you were the perfect person for the job.

There are nanny cams. Wanda told you this during the interview. She keeps a camera in the playroom, living room, and the upstairs-the camera only faces towards down the stairs and not into any rooms. She likes to check on the kids throughout the day and she assured you she's not spying on you, just wanting to make sure neither of the twins fell down the stairs.

You languidly walk down the hall, feet cushioned by the soft, plush carpet, and stop in front of two doors with golden curved handles, the wood freshly coated in white. You bite your lip, rocking back and forth on your heels while fumbling with your fingers.

The doors in front of you lead into Wanda's room. The older woman has a queen sized bed covered in silk sheets and a giant soft comforter. Four high bed posts with a canopy tied back. Dark wood dressers and a walk in closet with a vast collection of various heels, flats, shoes, and clothes you'd never find anywhere, only exclusive. A giant bathroom you'd swear could work as two bedrooms.

How do you know this?

Well, it's a bad habit of yours to sneak into her room and try on her clothes. You can't help yourself. You live in a rich woman's house who owns everything expensive. Sometimes, you like to picture yourself living a lavish life such as this.

"No," you scold yourself, turning away from the doors and crossing your arms over your chest. "You promised you'd stop going through her stuff! It's not right."

Diamonds and heels flash through your mind and you spin back around, tonguing the inside of your cheek. "Well...it's not like I'm stealing."

You push open the doors and close them, giggling to yourself as you run over to the closet. Flipping on the light, you're never failed to be amazed by the sheer size of the walk in closet holding luxurious, expensive brands. You run your fingers through the clothes, mouth open in awe. These dresses are definitely more than your paycheck.

A scarlet red dress catches your eye and you pull it out, sighing. It's a silky smooth dress that stops mid thigh. A plunging v-line and a thigh slit. Holding in your hands felt as though you're holding gold. You shimmy off your clothes and slip it on, ignoring the space in the chest and butt area.

Wanda is blessed with a shapely body. Supple curves that leaves many envious and many drooling.

Truth be told, you're crushing hard on your boss. You couldn't help it. You've become drawn to the older woman, shivering from the scent of her floral perfume and mouth going dry whenever she stood too close. More than often you've grown embarrassed from staring at her plump, delicate lips that are just calling to you.

You ache for the touch of her body upon yours. Whenever Wanda needs help choosing an outfit, she'll stand in her bra and panties and hold dresses against herself, asking which you think is better. On the outside, you're cool and collected, giving your honest opinion, but on the inside you're a howling wolf. You'd cover her in kisses if allowed to. God, just thinking about it is leaving you tingling. You shake your head and pair the dress with red heels and gorgeous diamond earrings and necklace.

You do this for a total of fifteen minutes, trying on different dresses and shoes. The closet is an endless maze full of expensive clothes probably worn once and left on the rack, watching as more clothes are added to the collection and left to suffer the same fate.

The array of clothes leaves you envious, but one day you'll have a big walk in closet like this and fill it with expensive clothes from exclusive name brands. You try on more jewelry before putting everything back where they belong and gather your clothes, shutting off the light. You lean against the threshold momentarily, staring at the nightstand that suddenly caught your attention. You hum and lift yourself up, sitting on her bed and open her drawers.

In her nightstand were multiple dildos of different sizes and color. A few ribbed, curved, and a vibrator with a clit sucker. You sit there, eyes wide and face flushed, feeling as though you're interrupting something...personal.

Wanda is a grown woman. Of course she has these. Though you're left wondering...

How often does she use them? What does she think about when she uses them? Is she massaging her breast while thrusting the dildo deep into her wet heat? Does she attach one of them to a pillow and bounce on it until completion?

You gasp as you realize you're stimulating your nipples and jump up, clothes falling from your hands. Heart ramming itself into your rib-cage, damn near threatening to burst free. Your eyes dart towards the door, half expecting to see Wanda walk in on you in nothing but your panties and her drawer of toys opened. Thankfully, she's working late tonight. You sit back down, sighing in relief before smacking yourself upside the head. Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself! Walk out of her room and pretend you never saw anything!

Except, you keep staring at the drawer full of lube and toys, pussy throbbing.

Without realizing it, your hand is reaching out to grab a hold of a bright neon dildo, ribbed around the tip near the fake silicone folds of the tip. The dildo is thick, nearly the same size as your forearm. Is this..is this her favorite toy?

The tension in the room grows thick with arousal, heat seeping into your flesh rising with goosebumps. A shiver runs down your spine as you pant against the dildo, peppering the toy in kisses. Your chest heaves, supple body flinging back against the plush mattress. And oh, is this mattress heavenly.

Imagines of Wanda thrusting this fat dildo deep into her yummy pussy fills your mind and you suckle on the tip, a finger tracing around your glistening folds. Nasty wet squelching noises emitting from her fat, delicious cunt rings in your ears, your stomach doing flips.

God, she's so fucking hot.

This is wrong, you know, laying in your boss's bed and imagining her fucking herself on her toys, but you can't help it. Wanda Maximoff leaves you hungry, and goodness are you starving. You trap your clit between two of your fingers and go to town on your poor, innocent rosebud, moaning around the thick toy.

You whimper, upset the toy doesn't have a single trace of her. You're desperate for a taste. You'd love it for her to sneak into your room and plop her pussy on your lips, having you wake up to yourself eating her out.

"Wanda," you moan, back arching off the bed from the pleasure you're giving yourself. You rub your clit in quick circles, mouth dropped open, thick breaths heaving out. Your breasts bounce against your chest as you squirm against her mattress, pussy weeping out onto Wanda's silk sheets.

Your thoughts went from Wanda playing with herself to her grinding her fat pussy against yours, clits bumping against each other. She's staring down at you over the arch of her nose, perfect lips curled into a devious smile. Her massive breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, sloppy holes hotly kissing each other.

You bite down on your lip and push the fabric of your panties aside, guiding the dildo to your entrance. You swirl the plastic tip around your hole, body jolting, and pushing it against your slit you fight back the urge to squeal. It's already so thick!

"Look at you," Wanda purred, tongue dampening her swollen lips. "Taking it like the bitch you are. You like it when our holes kiss? You can feel that, right?" When you don't respond, she slaps you across the face, angling her hips so her clit fucks your hole. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" you cried out, but in reality you mouth it, trying to stay quiet. You slap a hand over your mouth as the dildo eases into your velvet heat, it's girth spreading you apart and your mind nearly melts.

"Good girl," she praises, tossing one leg over her shoulder. "You're going to let me play with this pussy all night long, hm? Until I'm satisfied?"

"Y-Yes! Fuck! Just keep fucking me!"

"Such a needy little thing," Wanda said, clicking her tongue. Her head falls against her shoulders and she moans, thrusting harder into you.

The dildo pumps in and out of your cunt, pleasure coursing through your veins. You imagine all the things Wanda could do to you. All the things you want her to do to you. The older woman completely taking control and power over you, and you'd let her. You'd let her do anything to you and you'd beg her for more.

She can mark your skin in bites and bruises and you'd find more spots on your flesh to show her so she can mark you up more.

You end up squirting all over the dildo and sheets, body shaking violently, vision blinded momentarily. You lay on the bed, panting, coming down from the high of your orgasm before you realized what you did. In a panic, you scramble up, cleaning the toy and hastily tossing it into the drawer, putting on your clothes and tearing the sheets off the bed to go clean.

Thankfully Wanda won't be home anytime soon, giving you plenty of time to clean up after yourself.

However...you didn't realize there was a camera in her room. A camera that was only active when she checked it.

And it was blinking red the entire time.

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WANDAVISION | All-New Halloween Spooktacular! (2021) THUNDERBOLTS* (2025)

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I Don't Hate You (1)

Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary- As you were about to knock on her door you heard what sounded like a groan. You froze at the door. Did you hurt her badly in training? Was she in pain? Steve was going to kill you. Oh god you had fucked up. “Fuck Y/n, right there please,” the witch moaned and you realised. Oh.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI- Enemies to Lovers?, Dom Reader, Top Reader, Praise, Sub Wanda, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex, Multiple Orgasms.

This is an old fic I found from my ao3 so the writing quality isn't that good, apologies but I don't have the time to improve it.

General Master List | Chapter 2

You hated her. She hated you. That was the only thing you and Wanda Maximoff could agree on. The rest of the team had no idea what happened to make you hate a certain witch so much but by the way you acted towards her they could tell it must have been something big. So here you were currently sitting in the kitchen of the Avengers compound with a scowl on your face as Wanda had just entered the room.

“Can’t you just try to be civil with her?” asked Natasha who was your best friend. The spy had been there when they rescued you from Hydra and helped you understand your abilities and control them so you couldn’t hurt anyone else. Natasha was the only person you willingly told about your past. The testing, the abuse, the torture and the stripping of your humanity really did a number on you but you managed to get through it. You had to. With an annoyed look, you turned to the redhead and met her eyes.

“I’m sorry Nat but I just don’t trust her,” you said for what felt like the millionth time. The whole team wanted you two to get along but that was quiet hard as you were both strong independent women who could be annoyingly stubborn. The spy dropped the conversation with a huff and continued to run by old mission files with you. During this you found yourself looking out for a certain brunette and you couldn’t help it. You thought it was just your paranoia acting up as that was a habit you couldn’t shake but you didn’t miss that other odd feeling you felt when looking for her.

“Y/n? Wanda? A word please,” spoke Captain America and you audibly groaned at the names called. You heard her mumbled something under her breath and you just help yourself from being a dick.

“What’s wrong darling?” you sarcastically retort.

“What do you think?” she spat out, her accent thick.

“I think your thinking about having to spend time all alone with me,” you started with a smirk and she just raised her eyebrow at you, “Trying your hardest to keep that little mind of yours from thinking about being under me.” Thanks to your abilities you heard her breath hitch and knew you had riled her up.

“As If I would want to be under you,” she growled but you could see the way her legs slowly squeezed together. You loved teasing her because it always worked and well if you were being honest you had definitely thought about her being under you. The woman was gorgeous! She had a stunning body from all her training, she could kill men twice the size of her and she never backed down from a challenge. How could you not fantasize about her? It would be like some amazing fanfic where the two people who hated each other would some reason have amazing hot sex and maybe fall in love.

“Keep telling yourself that darling,” you said. You were about to tease her even more but a firm grip on your shoulder stopped you.

“Go now,” ordered Natasha and you saluted at her in a mocking manner and walked down the hall to follow the captain and witch. You couldn’t stop yourself and your eyes wandered lower until they reached the brunettes behind. You quickly averted your gaze once you released what you were doing.

“So what’s this for Grandpa,” you joke as he leads you to the training room. You jump up onto the pile of mats to sit on while he just rolls his eyes at the nickname. You and Steve were close as you both shared the super soldier serum but yours was more enhanced.

“You and Wanda will be sparring partners from now on,” his tone serious and you just laughed.

“You think she could fight me?” your voice shocked. “Wow I’m officially hurt Captain,” for dramatics you placed your hand on your heart and acted as if he had shot you.

“Get down Y/n,” he grumbled but you listened as he was still your friend. “You are going to spar with each other and settle your differences otherwise you are both banned from missions.”

“What?” you and Wanda both asked in unison.

“You heard me,” his tone stern, “Now sort this out so we don’t have to listen to anymore arguing.” With that said he left the room and slammed the door making you laugh.

“What’s so funny?” she snapped while tying her hair up and getting in a fighting stance. You looked her up and down unconsciously before clearing your throat.

“Looks like you’ll have plenty of time to be under me darling,” you purred and launched yourself at her. She dodged a few of your punches but you noticed how she put way to much weight onto one of her legs meaning if you swiped at her other-

“Fuck,” she shouted as her back hit the mat and you climbed on top of her to pin her down. You moved her hands over her head while moving your hips to straddle hers. Your faces were inches apart and your smirk was predatory. You looked deeply into her ocean eyes and wondered has she always had such beautiful eyes? You watched as her breathing started to pick up as you moved to whisper in her ear.

“If you want to be under me just ask,” you purred. “I’m sure I could make you scream,” your tone was sultry and as you pulled back you saw her eyes dilate so much only slivers of the green were left. You chuckled at her reaction before getting of her and waiting for her to get back up. You let her make the first move this time and quickly avoided her incoming attacks. You read her movements and analysed her techniques before predicting her next moves. You knew Natasha had trained her mostly so she had learned the spy’s skills but they just weren’t as developed as hers. Once she lifted the weight on one foot you knew she was going to swing her foot at you so you moved back and caught it with your hand. You flipped her over as she was now off balanced but made sure to put a hand on her back before she hit the mat once again. You hated her but that didn’t mean you were going to purposely hurt her. You weren’t like that anymore.

“You really do like being on your back for me,” you teased as you pinned her once again.

“Shut up,” she said with her accent coming out strong. “I’m getting a drink.” You gazed at her as she drank from her water bottle. From where you were you could see the light showing off the sweat that was dripping down the column of her neck and slowly trickling its way to the valley of her breasts. The sight of her was intoxicating and you couldn’t help but stare. You managed to look away before you came off as creepy and she returned to you a few moments later.

“Ready to be beaten again?” you taunted and she just rolled her eyes before throwing a surprise punch. You were impressed but it didn’t work as you countered it and swiped her off her feet once again.

“Wow you really are falling for me,” you joked and she groaned in annoyance. The two of you continued to spar for another hour until Wanda finally called it quits as she was getting annoyed. She managed to land a few hits on you occasionally but would always end up underneath you. When she stormed out of the training room you assumed it was out of frustration as you had being egging her on for ages. However Wanda left in such a hurry as the wetness between her thighs was becoming too much.

Once in her room she quickly shed her self of her sweaty workout clothes and laid down on her bed in nothing but her underwear. She didn’t get why you hated her so much. The only reason she acted the way she did to you was because that’s how you treated her. Wanda pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind as she moved her hands along her sculpted body. Sparring with you had awoken something in her. Yeah sure she had thought about you multiple times while pleasuring herself but to actually be under you and be so close? It had her wet within seconds. Her nimble fingers found themselves teasing her nipples through the fabric of her bra before she moved to unclasp it and throw it somewhere into her room. She pictured you above her, your hands teasing her nipples as she moaned under you. Your name falling out of her lips like a prayer as you took her desperately in her bed. One of her hands moved from her breast to slip underneath the fabric of her underwear and start rubbing circles into her clit. She wondered if you would be dominating during sex as you had that cocky personality or if you were really just a brat who needed to be tamed like she was. She hoped you would take charge and make her scream like you promised. She found herself getting unbearably wet between her thighs as the coil in her stomach started to tighten. She slipped in two fingers and thrusted at a leisurely pace imagining they were your fingers and you were teasing her for being such a brat this morning. Her hips bucked every time her palm brushed her clit and soft whimpers left her lips. She didn’t even notice that she was moaning your name as she edged closer and closer to the edge.

“Y/n,” spoke a voice and you whipped your head around. It was Steve great. “Why did Wanda look so annoyed after training with you?”

“I don’t know maybe because all she did was get pinned to the floor by me? I’m sorry Cap I really am but she’s too easy to fight!” you exclaimed and he sighed in frustration.

“Then why don’t you try and help her improve!” he said and you looked at him confused.

“Isn’t that your job? Or Nat’s?” he pinched the bridge of his nose at you and huffed.

“It’s yours now ok?” he said in a serious voice and you just groaned. Why God, why? “Also you can go check on her and apologise for being so rough on her in training,” his voice left no room for arguing so you mumbled stuff under your breath before leaving to go see the witch.

“God Y/n,” she whimpered as her fingers hit her g-spot repeatedly. She was a wet mess by now and she didn’t care. The image of you pounding into her with a strap on was doing wonders for her and she was so close to coming for a second time.

As you were about to knock on her door you heard what sounded like a groan. You froze at the door. Did you hurt her badly in training? Was she in pain? Steve was going to kill you. Oh god you had fucked up. “Fuck Y/n, right there please,” the witch moaned and you realised. Oh.

Wanda curled the two fingers inside her and rubbed tight, fast circles into her clit with her other hand bringing herself right to the edge. With a final thrust she came with a guttural scream and trembled on the bed as her orgasm washed over her. She laid on the bed panting after having two of the best orgasms of her life. Who knew you turned the witch on that much.

You remained frozen at the door as you had just heard Wanda moaning your name and had just orgasmed at the thought of you. Every single ounce of confidence in you went flying out of the widow as Wanda just came thinking about you. You knew you had to see the witch otherwise Steve would definitely ban you from missions so you did the only thing you could think off- make dirty jokes while talking to her.

You knocked three times on the door before saying, “Hey Wanda, I’m sorry for going so hard on you in training I just thought you would have liked it hard and rough.” You could hear an embarrassed noise from through the door and quietly chuckled. “Anyway I can’t wait for you to come tomorrow.” Wanda groaned loudly into her pillow and dreaded training with you tomorrow.

The next day you and Wanda met for training you had decided to wear a tight fitting black t-shirt that showed off how defined your body was as well as slightly curvy. You certainly didn’t expect Wanda to turn up in tight leggings that hugged her ass perfectly and a small sports bra that made her chest look bigger. You had to control yourself as she swayed her hips towards you. There was a glint of mischief in her eyes and you could tell she was going to be a brat.

“Hey Y/n,” her tone sultry and accent thick.

“Hey Wanda,” your tone equally seductive. “Did you have fun last night?” You saw how she blushed and thought this was going to be easy.

“I did actually,” she murmured, her face inches from yours. “I did what you said I would.”

“And what was that darling?” the nickname slipping from your lips.

“Thinking of you,” her voice raspy. You raised an eyebrow at her boldness but let her carry on. “I thought of what it would be like to be under you,” she stepped closer to you and moved to a fight pose. She made sure that in the position she was in her breasts would be pushed up and it would give you a clear view of them. “To have your hands all over me,” she threw a punch and you easily dodged it but grabbed her arm and flung her over you. She landed on her back with you onto and her eyes dilated. You could see how flustered she was and how her thighs tried to squeeze together. You moved apart her legs with your hands, spreading her out for you before crawling above her and putting your knew in between her legs. A soft moan left her lips at the contact and you stopped advancing on her. It felt so wrong to have her here on the floor of the training room.

“Do you actually want this?” you asked in case she didn’t for some reason.

“Yes,” she gasped out. You pressed your lips against hers and heard her moan into the kiss. Fuck she was addicting. The taste of her lips, the sound of her whimpers, the smell of her perfume. You couldn’t get enough of her. You pulled away and saw how her eyes fluttered open, her lips chasing yours. A small peck on her lips was placed before you pulled away for good to stare at her.

“Not here darling,” you panted out on her lips. Her nose brushed yours and you so desperately wanted her now. “My room or yours?”

“Mine,” she whispered and you moved off her and pulled her up. You pulled her close to murmur into her ear.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes,” you nibbled on her ear lobe. “Go.” Swiftly she left the training room and you chuckled as she fumbled with the door.

Around five minutes later you knocked on her door after making sure no one would see you. As soon as the door opened a hand made its way to the collar of your shirt and she dragged you into her room. Wanda pressed you against the door and reattached your lips together in a hungry kiss. You groaned into her mouth as her body became flush with yours. In one motion, you switched the positions and trapped her body between you and the door.

“If you want to stop just say,” you panted out while resting your forehead against hers, “I won’t judge and will stop as soon as you want me to.” She smiled before lacing her hands through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss. Your knee made its way back between her thighs and she took this as the chance to grind along it. Your hands moved from beside her head to massage her chest before pulling down the sports bra revealing her chest. She gasped as the cold air met her nipples while you just let out a low chuckle. Your fingers rolled and pinched her nipples as she sighed against your lips and grinded her core on your toned thigh.

“Please,” she whimpered as you moved your kisses to her neck. You sucked hard onto a spot on her neck where everyone could see as it and felt her buck her hips especially hard.

“Oh you like that darling?” you teased. “Do you want everyone to see your mine? To see this and think of me and you?” you bit down on another part of her neck and soothed it with your tongue before moving to her chest. Your name fell from her lips as you took a breast into your mouth and worshipped it. With a pop you let it go before moving onto the other.

“Y/n,” she whined, “Please I’m so close. I need you to,” she moaned out before you cut her off with your lips.

“Need me to what?”

“Touch me here,” she guided one of your hands to between her thighs and you instantly felt how wet she was.

“You’re so wet for me,” you growled out and she moaned at the tone of your voice. You rubbed her through the fabric of her leggings and felt her getting extremely close. “Do you want to come?” you felt her nod against your shoulder and you tsked her. “You’ve got to use your words if you want to be a good girl,” she moaned at the words. “Good girls get to come.”

“Please let me come,” she whimpered and you felt bad for what you were about to do but it would be worth it. “I’m so close,” as soon as she said that you picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around your toned abdomen. She whined as you placed her on the bed as she was so close to coming. Once she was on the bed you knelt by the end of it and reached for the waistband of her leggings. You looked at her in the eyes, asking the silent question, and waited for her to say yes. She nodded but you tsked again so she said, “Yes. Please!” You laughed at her neediness but continued to pull the remaining clothing off her skin. As you unveiled the soft, smooth skin of her legs you groaned quietly as she was breath-taking.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered while moving her legs over your shoulder. You peppered open mouthed kisses in between her thighs before leaving a few bites to leave as a reminder. “Is this what you wanted?” you murmured into her skin. “To be spread out and wanting for me?” your hot breath sent all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout the witch and a low moan left her lips. “Desperate for my touch?” you finally gave in and took her clit into your mouth. Her hips jerked at pleasure so with one of your hands you held her hips down. The show of strength made Wanda feel even more aroused and a new gush of wetness pooled between her thighs. Your tongue licked between her folds while your free hand moved to circle her clit. You thrusted your tongue into her dripping core and felt her clench around you. Wanda was already extremely close from before so it only took a few thrusts of your tongue against her walls and a few rubs of her clit for her legs to wrap around your head. Her legs trembled as she came with a long string of moans, her back arching beautifully and chest heaving from the intensity of it. Once she had rode out the last of her aftershocks you switched your tongue with your fingers and easily slipped two into her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as her hips bucked as best they could under your grip. You started a fast pace of moving your digits within her while your mouth sucked and licked around your extremely sensitive clit. It took only a minute or so for the witch to cry out your name out as another orgasm washed over her. You waited once again for her to calm down and tested to see if she could handle another. You worked her up slowly this time and her hands unclenched the sheet in her hand and tangled in your hair. You made her come another time before deciding she had enough and it would be too much for another.

“Are you alright?” you whispered as you moved back above her body. She sighed out a yes before pressing her lips against yours. The brunette moaned as she tasted herself on your lips before pulling away.

“Do you want me to?” she asked breathlessly and you shook your head.

“Its ok,” you said after pressing your lips together once again, “You’re tired. Go and rest.” You moved to her bathroom to grab a towel so you could quickly wipe her down and clean her up. Once you were happy she was alright you went to grab her clothes and put them into a wash basket before passing her some comfortable clothes to wear. You heard her call your name so you turned around to look at her.

“Stay?” she had hope in her eyes and for some reason you felt like you couldn’t deny her. You crawled into the bed with her and felt her move close to cuddle you. This felt weird for you as you had never expected to do this with her but it didn’t feel wrong so you went with it. “Y/n?” you hummed in response, “Why do you hate me?

“I don’t hate you,” you admitted. It was true. You never hated Wanda you were just scared of what she thought of you. When she went into your mind all that time ago when she was with Ultron you were still a new member of the team. You hadn’t done much to remove the ‘red in your ledger’ as Natasha phrased it and you assumed she just thought you were evil. “I just thought you would see me as a monster. I pushed you away because you saw all of me and it just….scared me I guess.” She removed her head from your chest to look at you in the eyes.

“You’re not a monster Y/n. And I never thought that of you.” She pressed her lips onto yours and this time it felt different.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you,” you whispered against her lips, not meeting her eyes.

“I’m sorry too,” she cooed and you finally looked at her, “But to be honest I was just mad at you. I had a huge crush on you and you just wanted to push me away.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m yours now,” you said and you saw her raise her eyebrow, “Well that’s if you still want me.” She answered you by kissing you passionately on the lips and pulling you closer.

“Of course I do.”

[padawan-carol]

[cupcakegirl3]

dark!wandanat x maria x reader

“wanna play a game baby?”

i know places - chapter 9

ch8 | ch 10?

s: natasha being nice??? there must be a plot twist!!

wc: 3.4k

tw: dubcon, forest sex, prey/predator??(idk if it’s really that), threesome, stockholm syndrome, slapping, oral (on a strap), meandaddy!natasha, softishmommy!wanda, dark maria, spanking, choking, crying, smoking weed, knives, bondage, double penetration, triple penetration, manipulation, unhealthy relationship

minors do not interact!!

Natasha was being nice, too nice. It had been a good couple of weeks, Natasha and Wanda even had to leave for a couple of days for work. I assumed that’s why she was being so nice. 

She hadn’t hit me in days, wasn’t bending me over and using me with no restraint. No, she was gentle. 

We were still in bed, Wanda taking a shower and me and Natasha cuddled up. We were watching videos on her phone, my head resting on her chest. Her fingers were in my lips, playing with them and darting into my mouth every once in a while. 

She clicked off her phone with a sigh, “Princess?” She turned over to me, kissing my face. “You love me right?”

“More than anything.” I replied instantly, kissing the pads of her fingers. 

“Wear that white dress for me today. The one we just got you.” She kissed my lips. My head spun. “Get yourself pretty for me. Wear those little heels.” 

We both got out of bed eventually and after I cooked some breakfast for them I got changed. The dress they had just bought me was beautiful. It was satin, and actually went down to almost my knees. It had a square neckline with a small blue flower in the center of it. 

I did my hair nice and put on some light makeup. I wasn’t sure why she wanted me in heels but they were just kitten heels. Maybe finally they were taking me out of the house. 

I was giddy as I entered the living room, smiling from ear to ear. Neither of them were in there but the sliding glass door that led outside was open. 

Outside on the grass was a picnic set up. There was a small tray of snacks and both of them were already sitting on the blanket. They were both dressed nicely, but still casually. Just in jeans and nice shirts. 

“Hi baby.” Wanda called as I walked to them. I smiled at her and walked faster towards them. 

I sat down in between them, blushing from the kindness of all this. Natasha leaned forwards and kissed me, placing her hand on my thigh. 

Eventually, Wanda lit a joint. Then another, then another. I was so fucked, completely leaning into Natasha, unsure if I even could sit up. 

“Wanna play a game bunny?” Natasha asked, pulling the joint away from my lips and putting it out on the ground. 

I smiled from the high, nodding my head and looking up at her. 

“Such a good girl aren’t you?” She leaned down and kissed me, licking my lips after to tease. “Empty little head,” She kissed me again, “Do anything daddy told her.” 

I hummed in response, grabbing onto her to kiss her. She kissed me back, her hand coming to rest possessively on my neck. 

“Sit up for me baby.” She mumbled. 

I scrambled into position, a little light headed from the high. “Daddy.” I whined, my hands grabbing her shirt. “Love you.” 

“Run.” 

I giggled. “What?”

Natasha didn’t laugh, didn’t even smile. “Go run into the woods.” 

I glanced over my shoulder to Wanda, who just raised an eyebrow. 

Natasha grabbed my face, pulling me back. “I know you’re a little dumb, baby. We’re going to hunt you.” 

“H-hunt.”

“Winner gets to fuck you.” Natasha clarified. 

When I still didn’t move Natasha used her grip on my face to pull me closer. “You have 10 seconds to get off your ass or you’ll go in the basement for a week, you really didn’t like that last time.” She laughed. “If you can go thirty—fuck even ten minutes without us finding you, I’ll take you into town.” 

Is leaving the house worth it?

I can’t go back in the basement. I can’t go a week without them ever again. I’m nothing without them. 

“O-okay.” I whispered, nodding my head. 

I got onto my shaky feet, the weed making my head spin and my legs wobbly. I glanced to Wanda one last time. 

“You got a five minute head start.” She said quietly, her eyes racking up and down my body. 

“Ten, nine…”

I ran towards the dense woods, already beginning to trip over sticks and rocks. My adrenaline spiked enough to sober me up a little. I ran and ran until my legs ached and I had to stop. I had no idea how long it had been. 

Twigs snapped and leaves rustled around me, from animals or them I didn’t know. I took off again, not even sure if I was heading the same direction was before or just running straight into them. 

If I run far enough I can get away…

But what would I do without them?

My lungs burned and I had to stop. I hid behind a large oak tree, trying to quiet my panting. 

Then I heard a twig snap from right behind me.

I couldn’t help the small shriek that escaped my lips as I started running again. My heart was pounding so loud I couldn’t hear anything else. 

Then I tripped. Fuck these heels. I scrambled back up to my feet but was met with someone in front of me. 

Not Natasha or Wanda. 

I screamed, sprinting in the other direction only to be met with Natasha. I grabbed onto her. 

“Daddy, who—“

She just pushed me away. Causing me to almost fall over. But no. Two, unfamiliar hands caught me before I could. 

In an instant my arms were held behind my back and a knife was to my throat. The woman held me up to look at Natasha. 

“D-daddy?” I whispered, unable to move my hands to reach out to her. 

She just tsked, “Maria won, bunny. Rules are rules.” 

“No please!” I screamed. The tip of the blade pressing into my skin. 

“Not a mark Maria.” Natasha replied. 

The knife left my throat as she pushed me forward onto my knees. I tried to crawl closer to Natasha but my hair was grabbed and pulled back to Maria.

Her grip was brutal and made me cry out. She came down to my level, the knife still in her hand. “Your daddy over there can’t stop talking about you.” The knife crept down my face and chest to the top of my white dress. “She likes to brag, you know?” 

The knife quickly sliced my dress open. I tried not to let any noises escape, but the small shriek pushed past my lips. 

Where was Wanda? 

“Talked about how soft you were. Your nipples, your tummy. Fuck everything, it’s like I already know you.” 

She put the knife back where she had gotten it from, still locking eyes with me. “I’m Maria. Friend of theirs. Heard we were playing a little game today.” 

My lip quivered as she reached for my face. “We’re going to have some real fun today.” 

She pulled me back to stand up, yanking my dress off of me. I tried again to run but she pulled me back into her. “She told me you love a good fight.” She mumbled. 

Harsh rope was brought to my wrists behind my back. She tied it quickly and efficiently. Her hands left my wrists to touch the small of my back. The woods were quiet as she explored the back of me with her cold hands. 

“Daddy? Please? I don’t—“

Maria laughed behind me. “You told me you had trained her.” 

Natasha’s jaw tightened, her arms crossing over her chest. “I like a good fight.” 

“She doesn’t even like you.” 

“Shut your mouth!” Natasha yelled. 

“I-I love—love daddy.” I cried out, terrified as she put the knife back on my throat.

Maria groaned from behind me. Then a cloth was shoved into my mouth.

Natasha’s gaze made my skin crawl. 

Where was Wanda?!??

“Just as perfect as I thought.” Maria said into my ear, her hand pulling at my nipples. I whined, unable to help myself. 

“And just as slutty as I heard too.” She nibbled at my ear. 

Her fingers were brutal with my sensitive nipples, pinching them harshly until tears leaked from my eyes. 

“Fuck, crying already?” Natasha asked, walking closer to me. “Maria making you feel good?”

I shook my head no. Natasha quickly backhanded me for it. She grabbed my face, “Is daddy’s friend making you feel good?”

She forced me to nod, smiling when I did. Natasha leaned forwards, the blade left my neck and her lips replaced it. Her hands gripped my waist, pressing down on the bruises she had already made there. 

I sobbed as Natasha brought out her blade, she loved to cut. I flinched as she dragged it up my stomach to my face. “Such a beautiful girl for daddy.” She whispered. 

Natasha walked to the side of me, Maria moved to the other. Her knife pressed against my neck as she placed sloppy kisses to my jaw. The other set of hands continued to pinch and grope me. 

Suddenly Wanda emerged from behind the trees. 

“Poor thing is terrified.” 

I screamed past the gag, trying to fight my way to Wanda. Natasha’s sharp blade cut my skin as I thrashed. 

Wanda stepped towards me, sympathy written all over her beautiful face. Her eyes fell to my exposed body then back to my face. 

She set her soft hand on my cheek, examining the bruise that was probably growing already. “Oh baby, they’ve really done a number on you haven’t they?” 

I nodded, trying to plead with her. 

“You want some help, need mommy to protect you?”

I screamed again through my gag, nodding my head quickly as I felt Natasha rut her hips against me. 

She tilted her head, clicking her tongue. “Baby you know how mommy gets when you cry. It’s not my fault you look so cute. How could they resist you when you’re just so pathetic, princess.” 

My whole body started shaking again as she stroked my cheek with a smile. Wanda placed a light kiss to the tip of my nose before pulling back and falling to her knees in front of me. 

Maria held one of my legs up as Wanda’s hands raked up and down my thighs. “You’re soaked, bunny.” Her hands spread me completely bare, a sob escaped my throat. 

The sob cut into a moan as she licked my pussy, completely ignoring my clit. “Fuck.” She groaned, “I know Maria’s so jealous she isn’t tasting you right now.” 

“You’re an ass.” Maria grumbled, her breath hot against my neck. 

“Tastes so sweet.” 

The cold blade pressed against my nipple as Wanda kept teasing me. Maria pulled my head back, my head aching with pressure from her. 

I didn’t like that I couldn’t look at Wanda. I didn’t like this random woman holding and touching me. I didn’t like the blade threatening to cut me if I moved the slightest bit. 

She sucked in my exposed neck as I looked up at the sky, trying to distract myself. 

Wanda latched on to my clit suddenly, causing my hips to jerk again. “See bunny, you do want this.” Natasha whispered in my ear. 

Drool spilled out from the side of the gag as she sucked on my clit. She worked me up to my peak quickly, pulling her mouth back when she knew I was close. 

“My brave girl.” She cooed, her thumb rubbing in my clit. “So ready for our cocks hmm?” 

I shook my head no, but Natasha pulled the gag out of my mouth. 

“You’re going to fucking beg for it.” She growled into my ear, her knife cutting into my chin slightly. 

My breath caught in my throat but I still made the words out. “Please.” 

Maria laughed, “Please what?”

I whimpered but still said it, “Please fuck me.”  

Maria yanked me away from them, bringing me towards a tree. I was facing Wanda and Natasha as she shoved me against the tree.

“Don’t worry, they’ll go next.” Her boots kicked my legs further apart, making me lean more into the harsh bark of the tree. “Been thinking about this for months.” 

“Please don’t, I don’t even—“

She shushed me, her hand coming back around my throat. “I could get that knife out again, you know? Your owners wouldn’t have time to react.” 

“No!” I screamed, again trying to escape her grip. 

One of her hands pressed me into the tree by my back. The other undid her belt. 

“Just gonna undo it? You’re all bark and no bite Hill.” Natasha's voice rang out. 

I tried to peer my head around but I couldn't do enough. She moved her arm to grab my bound wrists, lifting them off my body. 

“You can blame your daddy for this one.” 

Her belt came down harshly on my ass, making me scream into the empty woods. “Fuck your ass is perfect.” 

The belt came down once again before I heard it hit the ground. I looked to Wanda and Natasha who were sitting side by side on a fallen tree. 

I opened my mouth to beg them when Maria pushed in the tip of her strap. She groaned, “Fuck Maximoff, your powers…” She trailed off. 

I couldn’t help the small, strained whine that left my lips when she pushed the tip in and out of me. Even just the tip was stretching me hard. 

Natasha’s eyes were locked with mine as was kissing Wanda. I stared at her as Maria pushed her cock into me further. Fuck it hurt, but Natasha knew what was best for me. 

Maria lost her restraint, fucking me hard into the tree. I couldn’t help the moans falling from my lips. The bark cut at my skin but her cock was hitting the spot inside of me that made me see stars. 

“Fuck look at her.” I heard Natasha say. I glanced over at them, Wanda now watching me too. “She’s such a slut.” 

Marias hand came down on my ass, her hand tightened around my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

“D-daddy.” I cried out. 

Natasha laughed, “Don’t tell me you’re already gonna finish? Maria’s really that good?” 

“Tell them how good I fuck you.” Maria’s growled into my ear. 

I whined in response, her grip only tightening further. 

She slapped my ass again, “Fucking listen to me.” 

“Daddy!” I cried out again, my legs starting to shake. 

“Finish all over her cock. Show her who you really listen to.” 

I instantly finished all over her. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my whole body leaned on the tree. 

Maria cut off my orgasm, throwing me onto the ground. I gasped, barely able to remain upright without my arms. Wanda was close to me in a second, kissing my head. 

“She’s mean isn’t she?” 

I nodded, pressing into her hoping this was all over. 

I should have known better. 

Red wisps laid the picnic blanket back on the ground. Wanda just kissed me instead of explaining. 

She pulled us both up to stand, walking me over to the blanket. 

Wanda laid down on the blanket, still fully clothed but her cock was pulled out of her pants. Her hands tugged me down. I tried to sink down slowly but Wanda didn’t let me. My brain practically melted out of my head as I rocked myself back and forth. 

I moaned leaning forwards onto her, capturing her lips in mine. I cried out as Natasha’s fingers found my other hole, cold with lube. 

Natasha was brutal, stretching me open quick and hard. “Let’s show Maria how you well your mommy and daddy fuck you.” 

I cried out as she pushed her cock into me. “N-no it’s—fuck— too-too much.” 

Fuck. 

She bottomed out, filling me so completely. Tears leaked out of my eyes, both at the pain and at the full feeling. Her fingernails scratched the welt on my ass. 

Wanda started moving first. Grabbing my hips and thrusting up into me. She cursed into my mouth then pushed me back up. Maria walked over and held me up by my hair. 

My mouth hung open, sobs and moans leaving my mouth as Natasha began fucking my ass. 

“Put her mouth to work.” Natasha groaned from behind me, slapping my ass. 

Maria slapped my face with her purple cock. I shut my mouth, pulling away from her but she wasn’t having it. She slapped me, just enough for a gasp to leave my lips. 

She shoved her cock into my mouth, pushing my face into her crotch. Tears ran down my face as she rammed her cock back into my throat. 

Natasha and Wanda fucked me with no restraint. Their thrusts both brutal and uncaring. Then one of their fingers came to circle my clit. 

In seconds I was falling to pieces, my body going limp as I came again. None of them let up at all. My gags and their moans filled the air. I cried more, as their fingers kept circling my clit. 

Maria pulled me off her cock and I immediately looked to Wanda. 

“M-mommy—fuck—it’s too—“

Wanda groaned in response, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Fuck baby. You were made for this. Can feel daddy’s cock—Fuck!” 

Natasha leaned forward, her cock pressed painfully inside of me. “You need this, princess. You need us. You’re nothing without us.” 

I came again, my head spinning. Finally, the fingers on my clit stopped but not their thrusts, no if anything they picked up the pace. 

Hot cum squirted on my face, I couldn’t even close my eyes in time. “Fuck she’s so dumb.” Maria groaned, stroking her cock to get it all out. 

“Get your phone out.” Natasha grunted from behind me, smacking my ass again. 

I couldn’t even try to resist, I couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Wanda’s hand came to my face, her fingers dragging through the cum before going back down to my clit. 

I wanted to say no, I tried to say no, but I couldn’t. I looked at Wanda, who was moaning, her face screwed in pleasure. I had to do it for her, I loved her. 

I love them…I love them…I love them 

Wanda’s hot cum shot into me, she moaned loudly and beautifully as her hips slowly stilled. Her fingers still worked on my clit, causing me to finally cum again. 

I couldn’t help the sobs I let out, my whole body hurt but it felt too good to stop also. 

Natasha finished last, like she typically did. She shoved her cock all the way into my ass and spilled her cum inside of me. 

It could have been seconds or hours when they both finally pulled out of me, softly turning me onto my back. I felt their cum spilling out of me and knew what was coming next. 

Natasha’s fingers shoved Wanda cum back inside of me, her thumb rubbing my clit. “One more.” She said, her voice strained still. 

I cried out, screaming to stop but they went dead at their ears. I looked up at the sky, full of trees and clouds. 

I could barely feel my body as I came again. Natasha slowly worked me through my orgasm, finally pulling out when I was finished. She kissed my oversensitive clit once again before pulling back up. 

“What do we tell our guests?” Natasha asked, a wicked smile on her face. 

“T-thank you.” My voice sounded foreign, my mind and body were still elsewhere. 

Wanda carried me back, holding me in the blanket she had brought out. She took me to my bathroom, where she cleaned every little cut gently before putting me into a nice warm bath. 

She sat behind me, washing my body and hair as I stared at the wall blankly. 

“Mommy and daddy love you.” She whispered, her fingers massaging my scalp. “So proud of you.” 

“P-proud?” I asked, turning my head to look at her. 

She kissed my lips, “Yes darling, doing whatever we tell you to do. So proud.” 

She rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, kissing me again. “After this you’ll take a nap. Then we’ll have a nice dinner, whatever you want.” 

I closed my eyes, leaning into her. “Mexican?” I asked. 

“Of course baby.” She began working the conditioner into my hair. “Arroz con pollo?” 

I nodded and she laughed, kissing my cheek. 

“I love you darling.”

“I love you too, mommy.” 

…….

update: my originally plan for this chapter led into chapter 10. from now on in this series, everything will just be oneshots and not continue to contribute to the story - plz send ideas/requests for this series- tysm for all the love and support

[mommyslittlebird]

Mommy Wanda comforting virgin reader after they came SO fast their first time together.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy knows it was your first time. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“You wanna hide that sweet little face in my chest? Oh, darling. Come here. Let mommy rub your back.”

“Shshsh, that’s it. No, don’t cry sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.”

“There’s no need to be ashamed, pumpkin. Mommy understands you’re just a little sensitive, and that’s perfectly okay.”

“No no, baby. I’m not disappointed. You could never disappoint me, darling. Mommy’s still so proud of you, sweetheart. You did so good for me.”

[merkiriart]

just Wanda and Yelena, just because I love those girls <3

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Mommy Wanda putting a strap on you and pushing you down until your back hits the mattress before she climbs on top of you and rides your strap until she's satisfied. You can feel pleasure from the pressure of the strap grinding against your clit, but it's not enough to make you cum, so you're left on the brink of an orgasm for hours, just being used as her own personal toy ♡

[ginnsbaker]

All Of Your Pieces (31 - Paradise Calling)

Chapter Summary: After several weeks of looking for her, you do eventually find Wanda Maximoff after she leaves Westview, but not in any way you ever imagined.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Chapter Tags/Warnings: violence, mention of blood and injury

A/N: The story continues in the aftermath of Wanda’s release of Westview. I’m still debating whether to stick with the canon concept of Billy and Tommy’s souls being real but bodiless since I started this story long before Agatha All Along entered the picture. Also, there might not be an update next week as I'll be out of town. Thanks to everyone who still continues to follow this story :) You guys are awesome. P.S. can you guess which mutant attacked y/n? :P // More author's notes here. // gif

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The Hex dissolves completely at midnight.

By then, more and more of Westview have become accessible, its walls shrinking like the last breath of a dying storm. Throughout the wait, Monica’s order remains ironclad, which is that no one who isn’t a Westview resident is to step across the boundary.

It turns out to be the right call. Letting Wanda end it on her own terms—without pressure, or interference—is the last mercy anyone can offer. So they wait at the edge of town, in the solemn dark, while those inside slowly begin to come back to themselves.

And when the last of it winds down, Monica gives the signal. The military moves in, not with weapons this time, but with medics in tow. People stumble into the streets, dazed and hollow-eyed, like toys winding themselves up after years on a shelf. Some of them rush to scoop their children into their arms, while others just stand there, holding each other, staring at their hands like they’ve only just remembered what it means to move on their own.

It’s harder than anyone on the rescue team expected. Because how do you assess damage like this? These people aren’t injured in any conventional way. Their minds weren’t broken so much as hijacked. Puppeted. Made to smile and speak and move without their consent. It’s not madness, and it’s definitely not grief that they are experiencing. 

It’s something more…alienating. Locked in the backseat of your own body, watching your hands move and your mouth speak, knowing none of it is you. It’s the kind of trauma that leaves even seasoned therapists unsure where to begin. So the medics do what they can. Blankets for the cold, water for the dry-mouthed, and a hand on the shoulder for those who can’t seem to stop shaking. 

And you—you stay rooted at the edge of the ground where Wanda’s house once stood, silently taking in the aftermath. It’s the first time you’ve really looked at the lot you bought on a whim five years ago. It feels larger than you remembered, and standing here now, it stirs more regret than pride.

“There’s no sign of her,” Clint says as he approaches. He glances between you, Monica, and Darcy. “She’s gone.”

Monica exhales sharply. “Of course she is,” she mutters.

Agent Woo’s already packed up and gone too, reassigned mid-crisis to another urgent matter. Those left behind are burdened to help pick up the pieces.

“I guess she escaped?” Darcy offers.

You wince. “Don’t say ‘escaped.’ She didn’t—” The sentence stalls, the logic collapsing halfway out of your mouth.

Monica catches it and shrugs. “Yeah, maybe ‘escaping’ wasn’t her plan.” Then, more pointedly, “But what did you think was gonna happen? That she’d stick around? Turn herself in? Like you did, Y/N?”

Right. You’re still technically a prisoner. Still walking around on borrowed time, under a conditional release that’s quickly running out, especially now that Wanda’s vanished, and no one has a clue where she went.

You’d been hoping for a moment—just one—to talk to Wanda alone. And now, you’re starting to think your presence never mattered at all. The other you, her you, was the one who got through to her, who helped her bring down the Hex.

All you’ve ever done here was make it harder for Wanda.

“And her children?” you ask quietly, turning to Clint, your voice stripped down to worry.

Clint just shakes his head. “No sign of them. Or your copy.”

Everyone’s face falls at that. They’d all felt so real, the idea that they simply blinked out of existence is hard to swallow even if the theory always seemed to suggest that direction.

Darcy breaks the spell. “Shame, really. I kinda liked that Y/N.” She shoots you an apologetic grin. “No offense to the original, it’s just... we never got our moment.”

You manage a weak smile. “None taken.”

Monica claps her hands together. “Well, I guess… that’s it.” 

You turn to her slowly, frowning. “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

Monica’s hands drop to her sides. “I mean… she’s gone. The Hex is down. Everyone who was trapped is free. There’s nothing more we can do.”

Clint gives a weary shrug. “Sometimes disappearing’s the only thing a person has left.” You shoot him a glare, but he honestly seems oblivious that his words just struck you straight on.

Before you can argue further, a young S.W.O.R.D. tech jogs up, tablet in hand.

“Uh, Director?” He gestures vaguely at Monica. “We found a vehicle just outside the old perimeter. Abandoned. Figured you’d want to take a look.”

Monica glances between you and Clint. “Yours?”

You shake your head no.

“Color?” Clint asks.

“Deep maroon,” the tech says. “Old Volvo wagon. New Jersey plates.”

Clint lets out a low whistle. “That’s Wanda’s.”

You’re already moving before the words finish leaving his mouth.

“Y/N—” Monica calls after you, but you don’t look back.

Clint mutters a curse and follows. Monica and Darcy hang back, letting you go.

You’re desperate for any sign of Wanda, anything that might tell you where she went. You haven’t run this far or this fast in years, and your lungs are burning from the effort. But the thought of her out there, alone and possibly hurt, keeps your legs moving, pushing through the ache.

Soon, just past the edge of the boundary, you spot the Volvo.

You slow as you approach, heart thudding in your chest.

Clint catches up beside you. “That’s definitely hers.”

You nod, already reaching for the handle. It shouldn’t open, but it does. The door gives with a soft click, swinging open without resistance. You slide into the driver’s seat and glance around. 

“She didn’t even lock it,” you murmur.

“The keys?” Clint asks.

You check the ignition. Nothing. Then the cupholders, under the seat, the center console. Still nothing.

“Glove box,” Clint says, leaning in through the open door.

You press the latch. The compartment drops with a soft thunk, and something slides forward: a single manila folder, edges crisp, your name penned in Wanda’s looping cursive across the tab. Your breath catches. Carefully, almost like it might break in your hands, you lift it. It feels like it holds everything you’ve been chasing.

Inside, everything is heartbreakingly familiar. The property deed you mailed Clint weeks ago. Photographs you never had the courage to burn when you first became convinced that Wanda wasn’t coming back. Letters and notes you randomly wrote to Wanda throughout the years she was gone. 

And resting on top of it all, catching the faint moonlight—

Your wedding ring. The one you gave her. The match to the one you still wear around your neck.

With trembling fingers, you turn the band over between thumb and forefinger; it’s still warm, as if she’d only just set it down.

“She left this car here,” you whisper. “Because she wanted me to find this.”

Clint drifts a few steps back, giving you space but not leaving. He folds his arms and waits, giving you time to come to terms with Wanda’s clear response at having found out you lied to her. And it’s not pretty.

After a long, brittle silence, he clears his throat. “So… what are you going to do now?”

It’s the same question everyone’s thrown at you all day, and you still don’t have an answer.

Instead of answering, you whisper, “Did I make a mistake, Clint? Walking away back then, leaving her to sort through the rubble alone, was that when everything started to fall apart?”

He exhales and lowers himself onto the curb beside the car. “We all made mistakes,” he says, rubbing a thumb over a scar on his knuckles. “But no one could have known it would lead to this. We were careless, sure, maybe blind to how much she was really hurting. But this,” he says, nodding at the folder in your lap, “this was Wanda’s pain. Her choice. Not something you could have predicted.”

“I should’ve seen her slipping. I asked you to look after her and—”

“I know,” he cuts you off, shaking his head. “And I’m sorry, Y/N. I wasn’t there for her like you asked. I was drowning in my own mess, trying to keep my family together once we got them back… I missed the signs.”

You nod slowly and slip the ring into your pocket. Then, flat and quiet, you say, “I’ve still got about a decade of my sentence to serve.”

“I can buy you more time,” Clint offers. “Tell them Wanda escaped. Technically, this whole thing isn’t over.”

You huff a humorless breath. “It won’t matter. I don’t want to go back.”

Clint studies you for a long moment, brow furrowed. “You mean that?”

You nod again. “The second I saw her… I wanted to take it all back. The deal. The surrender. All those years I spent trying to convince myself that moving on was the right call.”

He sits with that for a while, then says, quiet and honest, “You know I can’t turn myself in either.”

You glance over at him. “I’m not asking you to.”

“I’ve got my family back,” he says. “I’m rebuilding. I can’t walk away from that.”

“I know,” you reply. “I wouldn’t want you to.”

He gives you a sidelong look. “Then what are you thinking? You planning to go back on the run? Because you remember what it was like after the Accords, right? We didn’t end up in the Raft, but we weren’t free either. We were always looking over our shoulders.”

A faint smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. “Wanda was with me back then.”

He raises a brow, watching you carefully.

“And somehow,” you add, voice soft, almost to yourself, “that made all of it bearable.”

After a long lull, Clint asks, “What were you hoping for, Y/N? When she saw you?”

“I don’t know,” you admit with a shrug. “Maybe that… that she’d recognize me, at least.”

“She probably did,” Clint says. “That might be why she destroyed the Hex herself.”

You shake your head, hard, unwilling to accept that. “I doubt it was that simple.” 

The idea feels impossible. You remember the look on Wanda’s face: hurt, disappointment, the unmistakable sting of betrayal. You have put that look there before, but this time it was different. This time, that betrayal caused her this guilt she now carries with her for something she’d done out of her mourning you—

When she never should have had to mourn at all.

—

With Clint’s quiet blessing, you slip into the night, becoming a fugitive once again, determined to reach Wanda before the authorities do. It isn’t enough that Wanda released the town willingly; the damage is already done. Westview’s residents remain traumatized and disoriented, and dissolving the Hex doesn't absolve her actions. This is exactly what Tony always fought for—the idea that even heroes, even Avengers, must answer to laws meant for everyone, not just hide behind the duty of saving the world.

You don’t blame them for hunting her. You just don’t trust them to understand her.

So you go first.

You swap your jacket for a plain coat, leave your comms behind, and start reaching out to contacts you haven’t spoken to in years. A woman like Wanda can’t move without leaving a ripple, and eventually, you learn to follow a pattern: unexplained power surges in rural areas upwards north. Clint checks in with you every now and then, but you don’t expect anything more. He’s busy these days—a civilian fully occupied with being a father. 

The first few weeks blur together. Deep down, you keep hoping Wanda will be the one to find you—not because she misses you or wants to forgive, but because she finally wants answers. Isn’t there at least one question she needs to ask? Maybe she hates you too much to bother. Maybe she hates you enough to stop caring about your reasons altogether.

That thought hurts more than you’d like to admit. Still, it’s nothing compared to what you’ve put her through. You don’t know how you’ll face her when the time comes. All you know is that she’s hurting—and a hurting Wanda Maximoff isn’t just a danger to the world. She’s a danger to herself.

Late one evening, while tracking rumors of strange sightings in the forested mountains of Vermont, you feel unease settle in your gut. The trees grow denser, their branches knitting overhead, and the pale yellow moon offers little light. Shadows slither and shift across the narrow trail. You stop, breath misting in the cold air, certain now that you’re not alone.

You hold still and listen. Over the thud of your own unsteady pulse comes a faint rustle in the undergrowth. It’s too careful, too deliberate to be wind or wildlife.

“Who’s there?” Your voice is brittle, an uncertain challenge.

In the dark forest, you know you shouldn’t make a sound. But if it’s Wanda—

A low growl answers, so deep and guttural it sends a chill racing down your spine. You spin, eyes straining through the gloom, just as a shadow barrels toward you. The movement is fast, smooth, and completely inhuman.

It slams into you with brutal force, all muscle and claws—definitely not Wanda—knocking you hard to the ground.

You scramble to your feet, breath ragged, eyes sweeping the darkness in search of your attacker. The figure rises slowly, towering and hunched, its skin a sick, mottled gray. Its limbs are grotesquely stretched, ending in claws slick with fresh blood (yours).

Its face—

No. That can’t be right. Tony’s snap wiped out all of Thanos’ army. This thing shouldn’t exist. So how is it standing here? How did it survive?

“What the—” you gasp, stumbling back.

It lunges again, jaws gaping open with teeth glinting sharp and savage. You swing your arm wildly, and your fist connects with its jaw. The impact jars painfully up your arm, but the creature barely reacts, snarling viciously as it swings one massive clawed hand toward your face. You dodge by inches, claws slicing the air with a sharp hiss.

You stagger back again, trying to regain your footing. Your breath comes out in uneven bursts of fogged air. The creature circles slowly, blocking any clear route of escape. You study it, desperately searching for a weakness, but its movements remain erratic, unpredictable. 

Your combat skills are still there, but you’ve aged some, and it’s not as easy to fall back into your old rhythm and speed, especially when facing such an aggressive foe.

“Stay back,” you warn weakly, your voice trembling despite your attempt at bravado.

It snarls louder, head twitching, neck muscles spasming unnaturally as it stalks closer. You backpedal and your foot slips on wet leaves, throwing you off-balance. You hit the ground hard, skull cracking sharply against something hidden beneath the foliage. Stars burst in your vision.

As you struggle to sit upright, the beast approaches slowly, enjoying this, you realize sickeningly. It flexes its claws, taking its time.

“Wait,” you choke out, tasting copper as blood fills your mouth.

It stalks towards you leisurely as if hearing nothing. It snarls again, lips peeling back to reveal teeth sharp as blades. It raises a hand for the final blow, claws poised high—

And all you can think is how ironic it is. That this is what you craved, once.

Back when you were Ronin.

When death felt like the only honest language left, and violence was the only thing that could answer it.

You spent five years chasing this moment. And now? Now, with Wanda back in the universe. Now, when for the first time in years, you actually want to live.

Now is when death decides to show up?

Of course it is.

You laugh, or try to, but it comes out as a choked breath through blood. The creature roars, the sound tearing through the trees. And as the snow drifts down and your vision begins to fade, you manage one last word, soft as a prayer.

“…Wanda.”

—

You wake slowly to warmth, a fire crackling nearby. Every part of you feels bruised, sliced open, and carefully stitched back together. Bandages wind tight around your ribs, your shoulders, your arms. Your throat burns dry, but you're breathing. Miraculously. 

You push yourself upright, careful and slow. The world sways around you as the blanket slips from your shoulders.

Blinking up at the slanted ceiling overhead—wooden, rough-hewn, beams exposed, nothing familiar about it—you realize you’re still in the forest. The earthy, damp scent of pine needles teases your nose. There’s no electricity, just lanterns, candles, heat from flame and old wood. The furniture is simple, hand-built, and worn from use.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your bare feet sinking into a rug so soft it draws a quiet sigh from your lips. You have no idea how long you’ve been unconscious—hours, maybe even days.

Unsteady, you find the hallway, one hand trailing the wall for balance. You pass a small kitchen, simple but well-stocked. A kettle rests near the fire, still warm, like it was used not long ago.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the front door slightly ajar, a narrow strip of gray light slicing into the room, dust suspended in its path.

You drift closer.

Outside, there’s Wanda.

She sits on the porch steps, wrapped in a thick sweater, her back to you. Her hair falls in loose, tangled waves, longer than you remember. Despite the biting cold, she’s barefoot, her arms draped over her knees as she stares into the woods.

You stop at the doorway, saying nothing at first. 

She looks so… peaceful. 

“Wanda,” you say at last, barely above a breath.

She doesn’t move.

You try again. “Wanda.”

Still nothing. You can’t tell if she’s ignoring you, or if your voice is simply too weak for her to hear.

Of course it was her who found you. Of course it doesn’t mean anything’s been forgiven. You take a step back, and the door eases shut behind you with a quiet creak.

You head deeper into the cabin. It’s not large, but in your condition, it feels like a maze.

At the end of a narrow hallway, you find a door left slightly open.

Something pulses beyond it—low and red and constant. Your fingers graze the frame as you nudge it open. 

The hair on your arms rises.

Wanda’s there, too.

She’s floating a few inches off the ground, legs crossed. Her eyes don’t blink. They don’t move. Just glowing red, unwavering and endless.

She’s reading. The book in her hands is anything but ordinary. Its pages shift and shimmer, symbols rearranging themselves the moment you try to make sense of them.

You open your mouth, but your voice doesn’t come. You’re frozen.

Slowly, like she already knew you were standing there, she lifts her head.

Her gaze locks onto yours.

The book snaps shut.

[wckdwwitch]

Scarlet witch

I LOVE HER!!!

[maya-hawke]

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS 2022 | dir. Sam Raimi