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upat4amwiththemoon · 10 months

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

Mother Nature

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

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2505

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Certainly.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There’s a knock on her bedroom door.

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

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

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

“Your mother, is she still alive?”

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her smile widens. “Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vase-of-lilies · 6 months

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Shh...Just Kiss Me...

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Enhanced!Reader (f)

Warnings: Soft smut, fingering, morning sex, thigh riding, grinding, nudity, boobiesssss, fingering, snuggling, kissing, orgasms, some self-doubt, ranting, interrupting with a kiss lol, mommy kink, sexual intimacy

A/N: This is not a part of the series, only a little drabble for Phase 3 of "Levels of Intimacy." This falls under sexual intimacy. I felt like I needed a break from some of the darker stuff. I hope you like this addition to Levels of Intimacy! I will be working on this series a little more lately, now that I am in a slightly better headspace, but I will also be working on some of the Tiny Verse too, so don't worry!

"Baby, I can hear your mind screaming, whats going on?" Wanda whispers in your ear, her arm snaking around your belly and pulling you against her bare chest. You had woken up no more than five (5) minutes before you heard her voice, your mind silent for a short time. It was when one stupid thought pushed your brain to be racing with thoughts of self-doubt and self-hate. Wanda could feel it...

"Hm? Oh, nothing," You say, leaning back against your girlfriend's chest with a soft sigh, your lie not passing through her. You feel her lips smile against your neck, causing chills to cover your body.

"We both know you are lying sweet girl, now tell me what's going on?" Wanda says softly, assisting you in turning in her arms so you are now facing her. "You can tell me anything, you know," She smiles as she kisses your nose and then up to your forehead.

It was her reassurance that flipped the switch to the dam that held in your tears. Burying your face in Wanda's chest, you sob quietly against her skin. She sighs, her nails drawing soft circles and shapes on your back as she holds you close. The sensations were relaxing, but being in her arms felt even better.

As Wanda listened to your struggles of the week, she really listened. She gave advice when you asked and bit her tongue when you mentioned that one pesky professor. But when your words turned to self-hatred and self-doubt, she cups your cheek and turns your face towards hers. You keep talking, only looking at your girlfriend head-on.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you continued talking, seconds passing before you noticed Wanda's concerned look.

"Wh-whats wrong?" You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "I-I'm sorry if I said t-too much, I just need to stop talking. God why do I tal-" Your rant is cut off by soft lips against your own. The kiss takes you by surprise, but it helps you relax further into Wanda's arms.

"Shh, дорогой (sweetheart)..." Wanda whispers against your lips, cupping your cheek. Her intent was to mute the thoughts trailing in your head and by your reaction, she succeeded. You don't protest, staying silent as Wanda takes care of you. "Just kiss me..." She whispers against your lips again.

Her hand trails from your cheek, to the back of your head, and down to the nape of your neck. She pulls your head closer to her, sucking in every ounce of love you'll give her. Your lips and hers mold together in a kiss that could end anyone's racing mind. And god, did it put yours to rest.

To deepen the kiss, she rolls over and pulls you on top of her, your legs straddling her waist. "Such a good girl, малышка (little one)," A smile spreads across your lips and you can't help but giggle at how much you love Wanda. Staring at her from above, even after just waking up, her beauty was stupefying. All you could do was ogle at her.

Wanda tilts her head, a half smile on her face. "What are you thinking, принцесса (princess)? What is going through that beautiful mind of yours?" You wait before you answer, shaking your head while biting your lip.

"I just love you, and I don't know what I would do without you," Your eyes sparkle in the dim light of the morning sun, Wandas doing the same. "That's all," You smile down at her.

Wanda sits up so her back is against the headboard with you sitting perfectly in her lap. Your chest meets hers as you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her into a hug. She hides her head in the crook of your neck and kisses your skin softly, moving up to your jaw and back to your lips.

"My beautiful girl, so sweet and just for me," Wanda loved to shower you with words of affirmation and you absolutely loved it. Every single word that she said about you made the butterflies in your belly flutter every time. "Mmm, move your hips, baby, just like that..."

With Wanda's hands now on your sides, she guides you to move your pussy against her thigh. A moan leaves your lips as you lean forward against her chest, whimpering as her left-hand moves from your waist to your breast, rubbing your nipple like a little ball of clay. All of these sensations pull together a sense of euphoria, and you can't help but arch your back in response.

She helps you move faster, your aching clit rubbing perfectly against her skin. "There you go, baby, good girl..." She whispers in your ear, her lips planting open-mouth kisses to your neck. The room fills with the aroma of sex, and sweat starts to form on your body. Your moans got louder, and at this point, Wanda knew that you were close to your orgasm.

"That's it, зайка (precious), I know you're close, just let go," She looks up at you, your face contorting to an expression of pleasure. A face that Wanda can't get enough of. Her arms move around your back, holding you against her body while you came, a whimper of satisfaction and orgasmic relief muffled in against Wanda's neck.

"Good girl, good girl cumming for mommy..."

As she continues to hold you, she pulls your right leg from between hers and has you wrap your legs around her waist. You were in just the perfect position for Wanda, you pussy wide open and wet. "How about one more, sweet girl?" She asks, her hand dipping between your legs and her fingers moving lazily around your clit.

A moan is all she gets for an answer, and that is really all she needs. Gently, two fingers prod at your tight hole, Wanda's thumb continuing to rub your clit in hopes of relaxing you. "It's ok, sweetheart, let mommy in. Let her take away all those pesky thoughts." Your body obeyed her, allowing your walls to loosen just enough for her fingers to slide all the way in, the knuckles of the two barely peeking from outside of your hole.

"Look at you, taking my fingers. It's like you were made for me darling," Her words sparked so much joy inside of you, and you smile against her shoulder as your sensitive pussy is played with. Her thumb continues to roll around your clit, her fingers pumping in and out.

Startled by the sudden movement, you yelp in pleasure as Wanda's hand turns, a third finger poking your entrance while her palm grinds against your button. Your soft, wet walls pulse around her digits as she moves them faster, your own fingernails dragging against the skin of her back.

"M'gonna cum again, mommy, o-oh please," You beg in her ear, your second orgasm coming closer by the second. The moans that leave your mouth get higher, faster, and louder as you cum for a second time, your mind going blank as your body shakes in Wanda's arms.

Slowing down, she helps you ride out your orgasm, smiling as you fall limp against her. She kisses your slightly damp forehead and tickles your back softly.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" She asks, and you let out a quiet chuckle.

"Much better," You mumble, smiling as Wanda lays back down, you still comfy on her chest.

"Get some more rest, sweetheart," She pauses and gently lifts your head up. Pressing a kiss to your lips, you see her smirk. "I'm craving breakfast in bed, and I know I'll be starving..."

The two of you share much-needed laughter and love, allowing the vulnerability of being with each other.

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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You Cheated On Me With Your Husband (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: You try convincing Wanda to leave Vision for you. (2000 words)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI this fic includes smut, Oral (Reader giving,) strap-on sex (Reader receiving,) Cheating, PWP, AFAB reader, Squirting.

A/N: This is my first time writing Smut so please give me feedback! Also, I guess you can say this is my 400 followers celebration post.

When you walk into the kitchen, the last person you expect to see is Wanda. Ever since you two accidentally hooked up two weeks ago, she avoided you like the plague.

Earlier that week you found out that she was seeing someone, actually, that she’s married to somebody. You've been an Avenger for almost a year and yet no one told you about Vision and her.

The two are sitting on the couch. You give them a disgusted look as you watch them watch tv. Vision doesn't seem to notice you, but Wanda does.

You cross your arms trying to get Wanda's attention. ‘You’re trying to annoy me,’ you think, in an attempt to communicate to her through your mind.

She doesn't pay you any attention, Instead, she moves Vision's hand so that it rests on her upper thigh. She shuffles closer to him and rests her head on his.

You roll your eyes at the action. You could tell that she’s doing this to rile you up, but instead of reacting, you walk past them.

“Cheater,” you think as you pass the couple.

Wanda watches you leave, your voice ringing in her head. She tries ignoring it so she can go back to the movie but nothing works. She huffs as she shifts uncomfortably in his arms.

Wanda bursts into your room without any warning. It’s a surprise to say the least but you knew it was coming. You just got out of the shower, a towel in your hand to dry your hair and another wrapped around your body.

“What was that?” She questions, almost like she’s interrogating you.

“I want to talk,” you say as you towel dry your hair. She seems unfazed with the way you’re dressed, she barely even noticed.

“You should have said that instead of sending this.” She pulls out her phone and shows you the photo as if you didn't know. “Vision could’ve seen it, I was right next to him.”

Right before your shower, you decided to send a quick risky photo of yourself to Wanda. You wanted to make her pay for the ‘stunt’ she pulled earlier and for not telling you about Vision. You knew there could be a chance he’d see it and you sent it anyway.

“I know you wanted to see me, you were itching to get away from him.” If only you could see the reaction on Wanda's face when she opened the message.

“Delete the message now, please,” she demands in a stern tone. Her words only encourage you more.

You walk closer to her, your face right in front of hers. You look to her lips and then her eyes, “I can do it better than him.”

Wanda looks away, you can sense that she’s fighting back whatever she’s feeling. Wanda fidgets with the rings on her hand since the urge to touch you is almost too much. “We can't do this, I'm serious. Vision…”

“Say stop and I’ll stop,” you whisper before brushing your lips against hers. Your eyes are closed as you wait for her to press her lips to yours. In only a few seconds, Wanda hesitantly did and the pace starts picking up. The towel comes undone and slides off which exposes all of you.

You feel the back of your knees hit the bed right before you lay down on it. Wanda moves on top, your bodies connecting to each other as the kisses start to get more desperate. Her hand went to your waist as yours were cupping her face.

Suddenly you feel her hips moving against yours, grinding down in search of relief. You inhale sharply, feeling her jeans against your naked body. It isn't the best feeling since the denim’s uncomfortable but that only gives you another reason to tug them off.

Wanda's pants come off and you feel her much softer underwear rub against you as she straddles your thigh. Soft noises release from Wanda's lips as she rubs herself against you, you can feel the wetness collecting on her underwear. The kissing never stops as her clothing comes off, the two of you now naked on your bed.

You remove yourself from her lips, to catch your breath. The only thing you can focus on while kissing her is kissing her, not even breathing being a priority. “I’m out of my mind for you,” you admit.

Wanda bites her lip. “Show me.”

Eagerly, you flip Wanda onto her back and switch positions. You give her one more languid kiss on her lips before moving to her neck. You softly press your mouth along her, slowly moving down with every kiss. You take your time exploring her body while enjoying the breathy noises coming from her.

Soon you reach her chest. Your thumb rolls over her nipple, causing her back to arch up into your touch. You take her breast into your hand and start massaging it as your tongue darts out to lick the other.

Her hand rests on your head, you can tell she’s growing impatient. Arousal goes straight to your core when you hear her whisper ‘please.’

You don't spend any more time teasing, you want to show her how much you want her. You have to prove that you’re better, not him. Wanda has to realize and you’re determined to show her.

Your face lowers down and your hands grip her thighs to keep them open. You lick up her slit, collecting the wetness up to her clit. When you feel her buck up, you take her clit into your mouth, your tongue flicking it once to get a reaction. A shuttered breath leaves her mouth and you continue flicking and sucking on her.

Quiet moans and whimpers left her mouth as you ate her out. You wanted more so you took one hand off her thigh and dipped a finger inside. Wanda's Hands lace into your hair as you enter two fingers.

You pull out and then enter back in with another finger which made Wanda squirm. “Don't stop,” she groans and you continue.

As she gets closer to her climax, Wanda starts moving her hips to the pace of your fingers, practically grinding against your face and meeting your thrusts. From where you are, you can't see Wanda's face, but you can only imagine her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.

Her hips soon become erratic and you have to use your free hand to hold her down. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Wanda moans. Your fingers bend, making a ‘come here’ motion inside of her. Your fingertips hit her g-spot as your mouth continues to stimulate her clit. You ignore the painful ache in your own core to focus on making her finish.

Without any warning, Wanda cums, her orgasm rippling through her. You swallow as much as you can while the rest of her cum covers your mouth. Your fingers continue moving through her climax until Wanda's hand reaches down to stop you.

You move up, seeing the look of ecstasy on her face. You give a quick kiss on her nose and then on her lips. The smile on your face turns into a smirk.

“What's going to happen when he finds out?” You ask. You’d never tell Vision about what happened, but the look on Wanda's face is worth asking.

“He's not,” is all Wanda says. She doesn't seem to think your comment is funny, but that didn't stop you.

Your fingertip softly runs across her chest, the smirk still staying on your face. “What about when I tell him?” You question in a teasing tone.

In an instant, Wanda moves on top of you. One of her hands holds both of yours down. When you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing, swivels of red surround the bed. “You’re not.”

A large silicone red strap-on appeared around her waist and your hands tied up above your head with her magic. “You’re not going to tell him,” she says almost aggressively.

She guides the toy with her hand to your cunt. The strap rubbed up and down your slit, purposely avoiding your clit. “Wanda…” you trail off, trying to get her to do more.

“Shut up,” she mutters. In an instant, she pushes the strap into you entirely. The stretch hurts but it feels so good at the same time, you crave more. Your face scrunches up as you got used to her full length in you, but without a warning, she pulls out slowly and then thrusts in fast. She reaches deep inside you every time she repeats the same motion over and over.

“Please, faster,” You whine desperately. Her pace teases you by the way you constantly feel her hips connect to yours with each slow thrust. You want her to ruin you already.

Wanda continues her tortuous movements, allowing you to feel every bit of her inside you. She stills her hips, burying herself deep inside you without pulling out. A hand comes to cup your face lovingly, “Oh malysh, if you want to cum tonight, you’re gonna have to keep this between us.”

You nod frantically and try moving your hips up for her to continue but she stops you. “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”

You huff, “I won't tell anyone, I won't tell Vision.”

Wanda smiles despite your annoyed look. She gives you a quick peck before pulling out of you at a fast pace. “Good girl,” she tells you then rams into you. Your legs wrap around her waist as she pounds her cock inside of you.

Louder moans leave your mouth at her new pace. You bite your lip trying to be quieter but instead, they come out as whimpers. You feel embarrassingly close to cumming all over her strap. Constant waves of arousal ripple through your body, but something seems different. Everything felt so intense, you rarely felt this way.

“Wanda, Wait– Wanda, I’m gonna ruin the bed,” you warn but Wanda continues pounding into you with more force. Just as you’re about to cum, her thumb comes to your clit and presses down.

Your arms pull her down onto you, your chests rubbing against each other as you clench around her strap. A gush of wetness pours out of you and onto the bed. Wanda watches more cum dribble out of your cunt as she pulls out. You feel embarrassed but the woman above you looks in awe.

“Are you okay, baby?” She asks in the softest tone you’ve ever heard.

You would have responded with another snarky comment but instead, you nod. “Mmhm,” you hum. Seeing as you are exhausted from all of this, she reaches to discard the toy onto the nightstand.

She rolls onto your side and faces you, her smile quickly disappearing. “I’m only trying to protect you, you know that right,” Wanda says in a more serious tone. “I don't know what Vision would do if he found out and I don't want to know.”

“I can protect myself, Wanda,” you say. “But I understand. He’s your husband and I’m just, well I don't know what I am,” you admit. Were you just someone to hook up with? You wanted to ask her but were too afraid to ask.

“You're my girl,” she responds. “And once I figure out how, we're going to be alone together.”

You smile at her words. Even though it was wrong, it felt so good. You couldn't care less that she's cheating on her husband because she's cheating on him with you.

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itshouldvebeenme30 · 2 years

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The Last time

Pairing/s: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader ||AU||

Warnings/Genre: ||ANGST|| bad writing

Word Count: 2.23k

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“Can I ask you for something? I promise I’ll sign these papers after. I promise, you’ll be free. For good.”

Wanda sighed, her expression solemn but still, motioned you to go on.

“Can you pretend that you still love me? Even just for 7 days.”

“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good— “

“Please? Just this once. I, I promise, it’ll be the last time I ask one thing from you.”

She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She thinks it’s a bad idea. You’re supposed to move forward without each other now. It was what you agreed upon before calling it quits.

But seeing the silent pleading emanating from your eyes, she finds herself agreeing to your request.

“The last time?”

“The last time.”

Day 1

“Good morning, draga.” It’s been awhile since you’ve heard her call you that. You’ve missed it. You can also hardly recall the last time she held you in the mornings like this, as she had already moved from your shared house since the split.

Instead of responding, you hugged her even more tightly while burying your face farther into her chest. You couldn't help but sigh in contentment as you felt her kiss the top of your head. You basked in the affection she was currently showing you, despite the fact that you knew it was all phony.

“We should get up and make breakfast, baby. We have plans to do that which you planned, dorogoya. " You can hear her chuckle softly when you just whine and entwine your legs around her torso.

“Five more minutes, please?”

“Okay.”

“You were supposed to add a pinch of salt, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot.” Wanda could only look at you softly, playing the role of an understanding partner, you think.

“That’s okay, let’s start over?”

Your brows furrowed in frustration. You don’t want to start over. It’s just a simple task and you ruined it. Just like how you ruined both of you.

“Detka, what’s wrong?” When you felt your wife's comforting hand resting on your arm, you snapped out of it and looked at her. You merely grinned at her and assured her that nothing was wrong. As you two continued to prepare the food together, it seemed like the first morning you had spent as wives.

Together, you took a shower and dressed each other. It appeared as though everything was back to normal. Like before, when Wanda and you are both happily married. Even if it was play pretend, you remind yourself.

You went to your favorite places before, reminiscing about the old times as you walked. Smiles and laughter were exchanged. Even if it was play pretend.

At the end of the day, you held onto each other. You slept with a smile on your face while having a conflicting one on Wanda’s.

Day 2

“Should I get this? How do I look?” You put the silly headband on your head, opting to get a smile from her. And when you successfully did, your heart soared at the sound of your wife’s laughter.

“Ohh, definitely. You look like a princess, detka.”

“Then you shall be my other princess.” You tried to put the same headband on her head, but she just playfully shook her head at you.

“Uh-uh, I’ll be your knight in shining armor. I’ll have this sword instead.” She held up a sword keychain, but when you left the store, both of your heads were adorned with headbands and each of your purses had sword keychains on them.

Day 3

“I love you.” You felt Wanda stiffen beside you. Her soft, sharp intake of breath was drowned out by the movie you were watching.

“I-I love you, too.” That was enough for you. Even if it was only play pretend.

Day 4

“Detka, what are you looking for?”

“My fuzzy slippers, Wanda. I swear I put those over there at the shoe rack.” You were still crouched down, peeking under the couch.

“The ones with the bunny ears?” Her voice is laced with confusion.

“Yes, they’re the ones.”

"You asked me to throw them away the other day, detka. It was so worn out that it had a tear. "

“Oh. I must have forgotten.” You chuckle nervously, but it made Wanda worried. You seem to forget a lot these few days.

“Is everything okay?” She must have missed something. Before the split happened, fights between you had increasingly happened when you forgot a lot of things you were supposed to do. Wanda had enough of your excuses as it happened regularly, so inevitably, you broke up.

“Of course, everything is fine.”

Day 5

Everything was not fine.

One of the reasons she justified breaking up with you is that you lie so easily to her.

Years of marriage gave her the ability to see right through them. But still, you insist on your lies, even if they are very blatant.

“We should go and see a doctor. There’s something wrong— “

“Is it two teaspoons of cornstarch—or baking soda? Which is it? What’s the difference?” You try to evade her.

“Are you listening to me?” She is trying to keep her voice from rising, but you are making it difficult for her. You brought to her attention the reasons why it was difficult to continue loving and living with you.

She grasped your shoulders, forcing you to look at her, and all you could do was look at her pleadingly.

“Two days, Wanda. I promise I won’t be your problem anymore.” She wants to protest. You always do this. Pushing her away until she’s on the edge.

You closed the distance between you to distract her from thinking too much. This is supposed to be play pretend, you remind her wordlessly.

“Okay.”

Day 6

“I want that red panda plushie. Reminds me of you.” You sneakily reach for her fries and she lets you. Amusement is clear in her eyes looking at you.

“Why? Because of my hair?”

“... Yeah. And also for the fact that you get startled like them.” You raised your hands upwards, teasing your wife.

“Hey! I do not look like that.”

“You do!” The banter between you flows easily, momentarily forgetting what tomorrow was.

It has been the best days of your life. Even if it was only play pretend.

Day 7

But for Wanda, it was hellish. She’s supposed to move on, but how can she when you make it impossible not to love you? Honestly, she never stopped loving you, even when you made it difficult for her.

She’s waiting for you to tell her to stop all of this pretending and be real for good. She’s waiting for you to let her in once again. She’s waiting for you to stop pushing her away. She’s waiting for you to fight for both of you this time. Stop telling lies and begin again.

She tears one last orgasm from you before collapsing on top of you. She couldn’t stop the tears flowing out, wailing at the idea of losing you once this day ends.

“I don’t want us to end…”

Divorce was never her idea. It was yours.

“I’m sorry.”

Your throat is scratchy as you cried with her.

“You’re cruel.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t have to pretend, you know. I have always loved you. I think—no, I know I’ll never stop loving you at all. I don’t want to let you go.”

“...You have to. Eventually.” She angrily pries herself off from you.

“Why? Why won’t you just tell me what’s happening?” Even when she’s crying, she still looks breathtaking.

You gently took her hand and kissed it softly.

“I’m sorry.” That was all you could say, and the more you said it, the angrier she became.

She wants to run away from this feeling. She wants to run away from you. But at the same time, she doesn’t want to.

“I love you, Wanda.” It hurts when you say that because she knows it’ll be the last time she’s going to hear it from you. But instead of saying it back, she pours everything she feels into the last kiss that both of you are going to share.

She blindly reached for you, and when her hands met an empty side, she sat up quickly and panic settled in. You’re gone.

The papers were finalized, and a lone single note sat on top of them.

‘Free yourself from me.’

~~//~~

12 years later…

“Mom! Tommy called me doofus!”

“I didn’t mean it!” Hurried footsteps can be heard as the twins start chasing each other.

“Boys! No running or you’ll hurt yourself.” Wanda gently reprimands. Two small bodies collided each side of her body as she settled down the cookie batter on the counter.

“Sorry, mom. Are you done? Can I eat it?” Tommy, the ever energetic child slyly asks.

“I have to bake it first, honey. You’ll get sick if you eat those raw.”

“Can we help, mom?” Billy cutely asks beside, which her brother excitedly follows up.

“Pretty please?” She kisses the top of their head, giving in at their pleas.

“Okay, but first you gotta wash those tiny hands.”

“They’re not tiny, mom!” She just ruffles their hair before ushering them to wash their hands.

After some time of giggles and quite a mess, they finished making the cookies and now just have to wait for them to be done.

Wanda is in the middle of cleaning up when the doorbell rings. She orders the twins to clean themselves first before coming to get the door.

“Hi! How can I help you?” A teenage girl greets her at the door.

“Hello! I’m America Chavez, I was wondering if there is a Wanda Maximoff here? I think I have something that belongs to her.” The girl, America, is carrying a large box that is strangely familiar to her.

“That’s me. Uhm, would you like to come in first?”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose. I just came by here to drop these off. We found these in the attic of the house we bought, well, from you. I’m sorry but I have to go, moms and I were going to the arcade.” She thanked the Chavez girl before taking the box from her and bidding her goodbye.

Once she has settled in, she softly gasps as she opens it and is met with tapes and letters. It’s yours. The letters were all addressed to her, but it was never sent. The dust indicates that these must have been forgotten. Why hadn’t she noticed these before?

She chuckles bitterly as she remembers that even when you left her all these years ago, you still managed to hide things from her. She's curious to see what those tapes and letters have in store for her, but she decided against it. It can wait. But for now, she has to manage the twins that collectively decide to call her name.

When the twins retired for the night, she tucked them in before getting the box and a bottle of wine before settling herself down in the living room. Something tells her that she’s in for a long night.

‘Hi! I’m Y/n Maximoff-L/n, I’m 25 years old and I’m the luckiest gal in the universe. Wanna know why? Because I’m married to the most amazing and kindest soul to ever exist in this realm. Can you believe it? She put a ring on me! Wanda Maximoff-L/n… God, I will never get tired of hearing that name…”

Every tape, it’s the same introduction. Each was a summary of their lives together. The first time they met, the first date, the first night as wives, the first time they fought, the first time they broke up, the first night without each other, until the very last night of them together. And it always ends with the same reminder aimed at yourself, to always remember her, your wife.

As she looked through the envelopes, the dates were always the same. Her birthday. Starting from the first year you were together, until it dated 60 years later.

She can't stop the sob from escaping her as her heart begins to tighten. The letters were gifts from you when you’re no longer around to give them. When you no longer remember everything.

‘... I never really truly deserve my wife, you know? God, if she finds out, she’ll drop everything just to be there for me. I don’t want that. I-I don’t want her to give up her dreams just to take care of someone like me. Someone who will likely forget her as time goes by. It hurts when I can’t remember myself, but imagine how much more it will hurt if she’s always there to witness her partner not remember her. I, she deserves someone who will always remember to love her, capable of taking care of her. Someone that does not have this kind of sickness. Someone that is not me.

This will be the last you’re gonna hurt her, Y/n. It hurts to let go but you’ll forget about it eventually. Don’t be selfish and give her the chance to live the life she deserves to have. This will be the last time you’ll have to remember everything. It’s time for you to let go.’

She’s angry. She’s hurt. You should’ve told her. You shouldn’t have let go. You shouldn’t have given up for the both of you.

She hates it when you make decisions for the two of you. What about her? But most importantly, she hates it when you are right.

She hates that she still loves you after all these years.

She hates that she couldn’t forget about you but you can.

And lastly, she hates it when she can’t let go of you for the last time.

Part 2

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years

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On a single night

Summary: One night between you and Wanda changed everything. Now, your relationship will end up in tears or wedding bells.

Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader - Mentions of Kate Bishop x Female!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! Fluff, angst, idiots in love, smut, implied smut anyway, alcohol, language, implied lost of virginity, strap on usage, drama, Avenger reader.

Author's note: Hello there guys, so this is a story I just finished while I work on a request and another one. I hope you guys like this one, remember English is not my mother tongue so i apologise for the funny mistakes.

I'm really enjoying this far too much, so if there are any requests...

The first time it happened it was at a party.

One of Tony Stark’s parties, of course.

Those things were like Las Vegas, whatever happened at a Tony Stark’s party, stays at a Tony Stark’s party. That was the rule, that was why Wanda never thought nothing of it.

Wanda had always thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever grace the earth with her presence. By the gods, you were just stunning and after Wanda heard you talk, laugh, and fight she was more than a little fascinate by you. There was one issue though, actually two: first, you were best friends, and best friends didn’t get romantically involve. And second, you were a flirt. A womanizer.

That particular day, on that particular party though…everything changed.

Wanda’s dream came true.

You had come in with the black suit Tony had given to you for your birthday, with your hair falling freely on your back exuding confidence with a know-it-all smirk in place, eager to just go out there and dance your way around the guests. Wanda knew how this parties usually ended for you, with a girl by your side before the both of you disappeared leaving Wanda empty and miserable.

It was always like that.

Wanda let her eyes wandered on your form, your eyes sparkling with mirth as Tony and Pietro argued and you just said one or two words to keep the arguing going.

“You should close your mouth and stop staring; it’s getting too obvious. And embarrassing.” Natasha Romanoff offered a drink to Wanda who didn’t hesitate to take it and drank it in a single gulp.

“Easy there, Maximoff, this is no water.” Natasha studied the young woman beside her, before she let her eyes wandered to your laughing form.

“God, I shouldn’t have come.” Wanda mumbled turning away from the scene the moment you caught the attention of one of the new recruits from Shield.

Natasha pursed her lips, noticing how your eyes linger in the form of Wanda. It was a game they had been playing for quite some time, and the wagers were high on who would give in first.

“I think you should stop watching from afar and go right there.” Natasha commented shrugging, “that’s what I would do.”

“Easy for you to say so, you’re like sex on legs.” Wanda rolled her eyes when Natasha shot her a look that demand some explanation. “That’s how Y/N refers to you.”

Natasha snorted, “she is a flirt, I give you that but…she is also a fluffy mess, romantic by heart. And loyal.”

This was not the first time the both of them had this conversation, Wanda might be attracted to you, but her main fear was the fact that you were a complete, and utter flirt. You were charming, easy going, and quite the talkative woman; you attracted the attention of both women and men. And while it was quite obvious your preferences were for women, no one was sure if you were ready or even like the prospect of a serious relationship.

And Wanda was not ready to share, and she certainly didn’t want to share you.

But you didn’t know that, and Wanda was not about to tell you that because she wasn’t sure she would take the rejection quite well. She could deal with you sleeping around as long as she knew she was still your best friend by heart, that she got the chance to snuggle to you whenever she had a nightmare. That she had the privilege of seeing your real smile, or your wistful eyes.

You laughed again whispering something in the recruit’s ear, the woman blushed deeply nodding at you. Wanda glanced away the moment you noticed her, and without even giving a glance back to the recruit you made your way to Wanda and Natasha.

“I think I’m leaving…” Wanda started but Natasha offered her that strained smile she usually wore when something was about to happen.

“Too late.” She mumbled, then her whole face broke into one big grin. “Y/N!”

“Nat!” You engulfed the woman in a tight hug, “you guys are late! Where have you been? I’ve put up with Pietro alone for far too long, he is throwing off my groove!”

“Hey! I’m not! If anything, it is you the one throwing off my groove.” Pietro pushed you lightly. “That girl was so into me…”

You rolled your eyes amused before settling them on Wanda, the young woman offered a tiny smile that your returned with one of your own. You stepped forward stretching your hand out for her, Wanda hesitated for a moment before taking it, you winked at her bowing your head letting your lips brushed against her knuckles.

“Damn, Little Witch, you look stunning today.” You said with a voice that was so different to the one you had used moments ago. “You came here with someone in mind?”

Wanda dipped her head her lips curling slightly and a flush on her cheeks; a sight you thought was adorable on her.

“I…no, just…” Wanda stammered before giggling. “I just wanted to have fun.”

You beamed at her, “that’s the right answer, then if you don’t mind…can I have the first dance?”

Natasha watched the interaction with growing amusement. Wanda was right, you were a flirt by heart, however you were a different kind of flirt and person whenever Wanda was nearby. You softened completely, your attention completely on her, your eyes twinkling happily while you devoted everything to make sure Wanda felt special. How did Wanda miss all the signs was beyond Natasha’s comprehension, she only knew that if the both of you didn’t stop dancing around one another this could end with a broken heart.

Wanda could say no to you, so she said yes.

You two danced into the night, and Wanda had never felt as happy as she was that night. Her heart was beating hard, her body tingling all over at your closeness the room was dark with flashing lights dancing around the dance floor. The alcohol and the dancing were getting to your head, your hand on her lower back, and your forehead against hers as you swing around at the rhythm of the music.

You didn’t know when it happened, the only thing you knew was that when it happened you held her tight your lips dancing around hers, your tongue asking for permission before you got a taste of Wanda. In the blink of an eye, the both of you were stumbling over your room…

Wanda knew the moment she leaned in she would end up with a broken heart.

You kissed her as if she was the only person in the world that matter, your hands were mapping out her body guiding her with tenderness until you had her where you wanted it. Wanda tried to hold back her moans, to quiet down her whimpers but it was impossible when your mouth and fingers worked around her body making her feel pleasure mixed with affection.

Wanda couldn’t stop saying your name, and she made sure to just said that and not scare you off by confessing just how in love she was with you. The young woman came undone when your voice reached her out, her fingers working inside her as you whisper her name, her nickname…

“Come for me, Wanda, scream my name, Little Witch…”

It was heaven.

And you gave her that heaven until the break of dawn.

By morning, Wanda was pretty sure she was in hell.

She got dressed in record time, you were still fast asleep with a half-smile on your lips. Wand felt tears pricking on her eyes, her heart breaking just a little at the mistake she made. A drunken night of pure bliss, only to have the rest of her life to regret it. With one last glance at you, Wanda left.

Wanda never mentioned that night. You had been hurt but decided to respect her decision.

After all…

…what happened at Tonys’ party, stayed at Tony’s party.

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The second time it happened, she had been crying.

It had been a month since Tony’s party. You were left hurting, wondering what had happened what you had done wrong to have Wanda run on you, and then ignored you. You loved and hated that night, you loved it because you get to be with Wanda, but you hated it because it messed with your friendship.

She had been avoiding you, no longer did she answer your messages or waited for you at breakfasts. Your training sessions were now with Pietro, and your missions had been fixed so you ended up with Sam or alone.

It hurt.

It broke your heart in so many pieces you thought it was not fair. You could take this from everyone but Wanda.

You knew Wanda was off limits.

She was your best friend, she was everything to you and even if you felt an ounce of attraction for her, her friendship was more important than anything else. And now…You tried to forget about it by going out, Pietro was usually your wingman the way you were his.

It was fun, whenever you two weren’t on a mission or training you were out, and it ended up with you bringing over a girl or coming back to the compound late in the morning. It was easier, to just go out and forget the fact you had a taste of what it was to be with Wanda. Only to have it ripped out in the cruelest way.

This went on for over a month, and in all this time Wanda would just look from afar. Never once did she mentioned that night, and whenever you were about to say something, the only thing she said was she had been drunk and didn’t remember anything.

Which was even worse because a part of you had to wonder if perhaps you took advantage of her and that was the reason as to why she had been ignoring you after that day.

“While I have been enjoying you whoring yourself out in the last couple of weeks,” Fury said dryly rolling his eye when you and Pietro giggled like idiots, “I need you to focus on this mission.”

“Right, get the girl make her fall in love with me and then…” You trailed off when your eyes fell on Wanda, the young woman was looking at you with her jaw clenched.

Your eyes dropped for a moment, then you turned to Fury.

“Try to not fall in love with her, anything else?” You asked feeling those green eyes on you.

Fury sighed, he hated dealing with young adults. More so if they were as insufferable as you and Pietro.

“You don’t have to sleep with her…” Clint started, and you just stood up.

“I know. I want to.” You said shrugging, then taking the file you left. “She looks hot.”

Wanda sat there for a long time, her eyes itching with unshed tears.

The mission went smoothly, and as it turned out the young woman you had been ordered to protect and to date was a nice woman. An heir to a great fortune, lost her father on the attack against New York and her mother had been involved with the mob. She was a great fighter, so not as useless or as damsel in distress as you thought her to be.

Kate Bishop turned out to be quite a catch.

And what ended like a mission, in the end was looking to be something else.

Both of you had started a semi relationship, she was unsure of what she wanted, and you were opened to the options. It was a win-win situation. And of course, everyone ended up knowing what was happening.

“Damn, she is hot.” Pietro sighed putting his feet on top of the table. “I really find it so unfair you always ended up with the best missions.”

You snorted fixing your clothes, you were supposed to meet Kate at a dinner party. Something about big money and investors, and then the night was for the both of you. You were ready for her, packed and horny.

“So, how do I look?” You turned to Pietro stretching your hands, Pietro pursed his lips leaning in.

“As someone that’s going to get lucky tonight.”

“Damn right I am.” You winked getting your keys and making your way to the door, you were about to text Kate when you realized you didn’t have your phone on you. “Fuck, where is my phone?”

Soon the both of you dismantled your room without any results, you mused over when you last used it until you remember. The library.

It was there where you found her.

She had her legs against her chest, her back resting against the wall while she glanced out of the window with tears falling down her face. She was sobbing, shivering while trying to hold back the sorrow she was experiencing.

Your heart broke.

If there was something you never wanted it, was for Wanda to suffered or to cry and be this miserable. Without thinking about it twice you approached her, she was so distracted she never noticed until you were kneeling right beside her.

“Wanda? Hey, Little Witch, what happened?” Wanda jerked away from her stupor, she tried to wipe away her tears, but her movements were slow, and her hands were trembling.

“I’m not…It’s not…”

“Of course, it is.” You leaned in, your hand caressing her cheek with tenderness. “What happened?”

“Nothing, you can go.” She tried to say firmly, but her voice broke, and new tears form in her eyes.

You leaned closer, your arms wrapping around her shoulders pulling her to you. In that instant she wrapped her arms around you sobbing on your neck, just as you sat down pulling her to your lap.

“Hey, baby, come on, what is it, Wanda? What happened?” You whispered caressing her hair rocking her tenderly, your hand brushing her red locks. “It’s okay, Little Witch, it’s okay. I’m here.”

You forgot about everything and everyone, the only thing that matter to you at the moment was the woman in your arms. Her hands caressed the hairs on your neck, her sobs slowing down with your hand making soothing circles on her back. It seemed as if she was getting a hold of herself, and you put her closed to you.

You tensed when she stiffened in your arms.

You forgot about the strap on you had put early on. Wanda stopped the movements of her hands, she straightened up and her face was a mixture of tears and embarrassment and something else you didn’t know how to name.

“I’m sorry, your date…” She started but you offered a single smile, your hand moving up to brush away her hair from her face.

“It’s okay, Little Witch, you come first.” You whispered and then it happened.

Wanda leaned in kissing you slowly, tenderly and her hands went down your torso to your crotch. You moaned into her mouth as she shifted until she was straddling you. The both of you struggled for a moment, but soon you had Wanda whimpering and thrusting her hips your eyes darkening at the sight of Wanda riding you placing needy kisses on your lips.

You couldn’t look away from her, but Wanda had her eyes closed biting her lower lip as she rode you hard.

“Wanda…” your voice rough, deep with desired your hand sliding down until you could feel her clit engorged and begging to be touch. Your finger flickered around it, Wanda screamed out and this time it was your name escaping her lips. You smiled doing it again, and again until Wanda crashed her lips to yours and came a second and a third time.

This time around she didn’t run, but she didn’t speak either. Your questions went unanswered and then you were left alone pondering what hell was happening. Wanda was back to her room crying for her inability to be far away from you, for not letting you affect her the way you did.

You two didn't speak afterwards.

Wanda left and you didn't find your phone.

You met Kate the next day, she had been mad but understanding. You felt guilty, because the young woman standing in front of you was amazing, and at another time, at another circumstance, you would have fallen in love with her.

Kate had understood, your best friend was crying and she needed it you. She knew you lost your phone, and that you needed Stark to locate it, which she found funny seeing as your phone was part of your job. She accepted everything without doubting you for a second.

You felt awful.

One thing was to sleep around, another thing was to play with someone like Kate. So after a couple of days, you ended things with her, and Kate while affected, was juts the type of woman you knew she was.

"I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later," Kate lowered her gaze, the corner of her mouth tense and you could see how her eyes gleamed with unshed tears.

"Why do you say that?" You asked her a little affronted, the other woman chuckled shaking her head.

"You seemed to be in love with someone else," Kate shrugged then leaned in winking at you, "I foolishly thought I could help you forget."

Your eyes opened wide at the revelation, you opened your mouth and then closed it.

"I'm not… I don't think…" you scowled glaring at a laughing Kate. "I don’t think I have someone…"

Kate threw her arms around you, her body pressed to yours and the young woman let out a sob burying her face on your neck. You hugged her back, and of course you never noticed Wanda watching from afar.

When you two parted, Kate kissed you softly. Her tears fresh on her face.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, when the time is right you will know.” She said offering a tiny smile you returned.

"Kate, I know it's not fair but we can be friends. I want to be your friend.”

"Oh, we are! You're not getting rid of me that easily." The young woman smiled winking at you. "I told you, didn't I? I want to be an Avenger."

You laughed wrapping your arm around her shoulders shaking your head.

" No, I remembered you specifically telling me you wanna be Hawkeye, who unfortunately, is already taken."

"I can be the legacy!" Kate exclaimed.

"He has children!"

And at that moment you knew the both of you were going to be okay. While you enjoyed the fact that lovers to friends was possible, Wanda felt as her life just ended. It was always like that when she saw you in another’s arms.

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The third time it happened…

… you almost died.

It was a mission like any other.

Everyone was in position; the building had been surrounded and the last report said there was not an enhanced fighter inside. Only those who had become addicted to the serum, your eyes went to the watch on your wrist. One minute.

The last couple of weeks had been hard. You and Wanda had drifted apart, it was as if being intimated with her had done more damage than become the opportunity to bring the both of you together.

It was frustrating, really.

You couldn't shake the memory of her from your head. Her eyes so bright and expressive, pupils dilated mouth hanging open, harsh breathing as she came undone in your fingers, with you inside her.

"You okay?" A hand on your forearm, your gaze lifted to find Natasha there frowning with concern in her eyes.

"Yes."

The other woman pursed her lips, she knew you were lying. Things had not been okay with you ever since Tony’s party.

But this was not the time to talk about it

Before Natasha could say something an explosion was heard.

"The cover is blown!! Something is happening/"

Everything went to hell from then on.

They knew they were coming; it was a trap.

You lowered your mask to your face, giving Natasha a wink before jumping into action. You were fighting, you were winning until you were not.

Wanda screamed.

It was all it took for you to knock out the man you were fighting with and spurred into action. The witch was on her knees hands on her head while another crazed woman was pointing her fingers at her wisps of white electricity coming from her fingers to Wanda’s head.

“You messed with the wrong witch.” You said with black energy forming around your hands pushing the other woman away from Wanda, you went right to Wanda who was crying holding her head tightly.

You pulled her to you crawling her in your arms. You were so focused on her you never noticed the other fighter; it was too late. You heard a bang, a blinding pain through your body.

Wanda opened her eyes, she was speaking, tears on her eyes and then…everything went black.

**** Wanda didn’t leave your side for days.

She would always be there holding your hand, hearing the medical reports, telling you all about the daily life at the Compound. The only moment she would leave your side was when your girlfriend Kate was over.

Wanda didn’t want to see how the other woman would talk about the both of you, how incredible you two were. Wanda didn’t want to hear how she lost you to another person. So, she usually left without a word.

But, whenever she was back, Wanda tried to gather the courage to tell you she was in love with you. That you were the only person she thought about every day, that no one, and she meant no one before you had ever touched her the way you did. You were her first in so many aspects, Wanda was afraid to confess. She wished things were different, that you and she were possible…

…Wanda knew it was not possible.

She was so afraid that you would realize she was not the one you wanted.

“Just wake up, please.” Wanda wished she didn’t feel so much, she wished you hadn’t made your way into her heart and she could only love you.

By the third week, in one cold night you took a deep breath.

Wanda woke up startled, her hand on yours her puffy eyes red and green glancing at you hopefully. You groaned trying to talk but your throat was dry, the effort to form words made it impossible for you to say much.

Everything was rushed afterwards, the doctors came in to check on you, then there was the team, your friends, your family and in all this time Wanda never left your side, not even once.

That was until Kate Bishop came rushing in throwing the door open making you jumped in the bed and she threw herself at you before checking for herself nothing had happened.

“What.the.hell.were.you.thinking.” Each word was accentuated with a slap on your arm, you winced, though you couldn’t help the curl in your lips. “Don’t answer, I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking at all…”

“Miss me much?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Ah, but I’m your favourite idiot.” You replied tilting your head, Kate snorted hitting you again and soon the conversation changed, your eyes flickered to where Wanda had been sitting only to see the chair empty.

“She always leaves whenever I come by.” Kate followed your stare, settling her eyes on you. “I don’t think she likes me that much.”

“Wanda? Why not?” You wondered puzzle, “I know I haven’t introduced you guys properly, but it’s just…For Wanda it takes time to get use to new people and…”

You trailed off when Kate shot you an incredulous stare, the young woman chuckled grabbing your hand in hers.

“I don’t think it is because she doesn’t know me, Y/N.” Kate could see the confusion in your face, the doubt in your eyes. It was in that moment Kate knew she had been trying to get in the way of something completely unique. Not that she knew, or was doing it on purpose, had she known the deepest of the feelings between them well….

“I don’t think I’m following.” You finally said shrugging. “You’re amazing, I’m pretty sure Wanda just needs time…”

“I think she just needs for me to stop touching you so much, and for you to start paying more attention to her.” Kate rolled her eyes, she glanced at her watch standing up before placing a kiss on the frown you were wearing at the moment. “Don’t be an idiot, and you better make a move before you miss your chance.”

Kate left.

You were left confused.

A part of you, the smart one, knew what Kate was talking about. Another part, the idiot one, was happy with believing it was nothing. That your friendship with Wanda was more important that whatever else might grow between you.

That same night you woke up.

You could hear someone singing, a warm hand grabbing yours tenderly. The voice was sweet, and the song was in another language you knew pretty well even though you didn’t speak it.

“Shh, sorry, did I wake you up?” Wanda leaned in caressing your head, her eyes gleaming strangely at you.

You stirred offering a tired smile before moving to the side, “it was worthy if I get to hear your voice singing like that, Little Witch. Come here.”

Wanda hesitated for a moment; she bit her lower lip before going in the bed with you. You smiled fixing your arm so she could snuggle closer, soon Wanda was resting on your shoulder, her body pressed tightly against yours.

“What were you singing?”

Wanda felt her heart beating so fast, her body warm and tingling all over. She wished this could be forever, that she could have you the way she wanted it without anything or anyone coming in the way. It was so comforting being in your arms, Wanda knew her heart was beating just for you and it broke her so deeply inside her soul knowing you were…that you could never see her under the same light.

“It was a lullaby,” she finally whispered, her hand on your abdomen. “Momma used to sing it to Pietro and me when the bombings started.”

You fixed your position to look into Wanda’s eyes, they almost never spoke about those times. You knew it was a painful memory for Wanda so you never pressed, but whenever Wanda felt like sharing it was because something was bothering her.

“Wanda, are you alright? Today you left so quick…” You started feeling as Wanda tensed looking away. “What is it?”

“I didn’t want to get in the way of your time with your girl.”

You blinked a couple of times confused; Wanda was still tensed in your arms avoiding your eyes.

“My girl? You mean, Kate?” You asked and before Wanda could stand up you brought her back until she was right in front of your face, your arm holding her tightly by the waist.

Wanda scowled at you, though her cheeks were red and her breathing hitched at the position.

“Wanda, you mean Kate?” You asked again, this time more forcefully demanding an answer from the other girl.

Wanda nodded curtly, and you broke into an easy smile. This was the reason Wanda had been so weird as of late? Was she jealous? Was it possible…? Did you dare to hope?

“Wanda, Kate is not my girl.” You explained slowly, observing as the expression on Wanda’s face changed little by little. “I mean, we were. But…I ended it. We are friends, nothing else.”

There was relief in her green eyes, but there was also fear and uncertainty. You thought perhaps this was it, this was the moment the both of you needed to finally get where you were supposed to be. So you leaned in and kiss the girl, slowly tentatively…

Wanda kissed you back, she threw her leg right above your thighs her crotch on your leg. It was in a matter of seconds, the both of you were breathing hard, she was practically on top of you humping your leg. You were tasting her, her moans, her pleasure as she whimpered for more.

The words were at the tip of your tongue when you saw her come undone right on top of you. And your heart almost stopped at how beautiful she looked. You didn’t say anything, though, you just hugged her putting her to you until you both fall asleep.

The next day, you woke up alone.

This time around, there were tears in your eyes.

But you didn’t know exactly why you were crying.

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The fourth time it happened you were complete and utterly mad; Wanda was too drunk and it ended up before it could begin.

The party was supposed to happen at a club, it was an inauguration the best business in town were making and the Avengers were the guests of honour. The place was packed and everyone that was somebody in the city was there. You couldn’t help the amusement in your face when Peter came by with a seal on his hand.

“I don’t get it! I’m old enough to fight aliens, and monsters and crime but not old enough to drink!”

Everyone laughed, you passed your arm around Peter still amused by the whole thing.

“Kid, when you’re ready I personally would bring you here to get you waste.” You winked but Peter merely rolled his eyes.

“Right, just so I wake up to a video of me singing in some karaoke bar with a pair of panties in my head!”

“That only happened once, and in our defence, Pietro is too easy.” You laughed as the other man pushed you lightly, the group was sitting around in the VIP longue watching the dance floor an enjoy the drinks.

The group was growing big, and you were enjoying being a part of the family. The conversation went around, and in all this time, you couldn’t stop watching at Wanda who had been so focused on her avoidance of you. It was almost too painful to watch.

It hurt so much to not really know what was happening between you. One day you were okay, you talk and you laugh and it was like nothing had happened, then the next she would just leave.

“You know, I think you have some drool over here…” Tony teased leaning in to wipe the invisible droll on your mouth.

You slapped his hand away rolling your eyes, “I’m not drooling.”

Tony hummed setting back against the chair, everyone was busy holding conversations or just drinking. Wanda was talking with Natasha, though her eyes had been drifting from time to time to the dance floor and the bar before going back to meet your stare. In those moments, your heart would flip with only those green eyes ever present in your mind.

The music blasted through the speakers; Tony cocked his head to you knowing full well in the last couple of months you had changed. It was something so obvious. Or perhaps it wasn’t. Everyone knew you Y/N L/N were a flirt, and kind of a womanizer; you didn’t need to put too much of an effort in doing so. You were charismatic, beautiful, intelligent, strong, independent, and a celebrity.

There were times in which you enjoyed being the centre of attention, while some others you loved your solitude. In all these scenarios though, there had always been on constant ever since their arrival to the Avengers family. And that was Wanda Maximoff.

Tony thought you would change; it was quite obvious you were attracted to the younger woman but as time passed it was friendship that blossomed first. It was a good friendship, sometimes you needed someone bringing you down to earth, and Wanda was just perfect for the job. Time progressed and, again, it was quite evident something was bound to happen.

But it never did.

Until recently.

And now, it would either end in tears or bells.

Tony was betting for bells. Regardless of how heartless he showed himself to the world, these people were his family and the only thing he wanted for them was happiness.

“You should go to her,” Tony finally said to you, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes, “this game has been going on for far too long, but something is going to happen and it could be either good or bad for you.”

The music filled the place, Wanda shot you one last glance before she took the hand of Natasha and Clint following them to the dance floor. You swallowed down your emotions, your lips breaking into a bittersweet smile.

“How long have you known?” You asked in a whisper, Tony pursed his lips pretending to be thinking hard about the answer.

“Ever since we brought the twins to the compound.”

You snorted leaning back on the chair, “I found out about five months ago.”

“You were always kinda slow for these things, Y/N.” Tony replied amused, you snickered glancing back at him.

“I’m scared, Tony.” You finally revealed, the irony of you having this conversation with Stark in a bar didn’t go amiss but you continued speaking because if there was someone who could understand that would be Tony.

“I know.” Tony sighed passing a glass of bourbon to you before taking his. “but if you continue being afraid perhaps you will lose something that would be impossible to recover.”

“I don’t want to lose her, Tony. She is…gods, she is just Wanda, you know?” You clenched your eyes closed, hearing the laughter from the man sitting by your side. “She has been my friend since forever and now…I just…”

Tony straightened up turning to you, he took off his glasses and drown the whisky in a single gulp. You arched a brow at him, imitating his actions until you were face to face.

“Do you love her?” The question was direct, it was either a yes or a no.

You didn’t think it twice, “I do. I love her.”

Tony nodded then he leaned in, “are you in love with her?”

This time around you hesitated, the question was different it held a whole new set of meaning that you hadn’t been ready to explore a few days ago. But now…

“I am.” You let go dropping your shoulders, your eyes growing big at the revelation.

Tony smirked at you leaning back, “then don’t waste more of your time chasing after stupid meaningless things. Go to her because that young woman has been in love with you since you said hi to her.”

You chuckled lowering the glass on the table. The fear was still there, but there was also determination. You stood up turning around and following the rest of the group to the dance floor.

Things, however, were not so easy.

You found Wanda.

She wasn’t alone, though.

It was as if time stood still, your eyes watched for a moment as she danced alongside the young man. She was teasing him, you could tell this was all about leading the man on until Wanda would just rejected him in a fit of giggles and flirty stares. The man seemed partially amused, and partially annoyed. You swallowed down your emotions, you and Wanda were nothing more than friends and you had been doing this very same thing since forever.

The right thing to do was to…do nothing. Wanda had never…

You clenched your eyes closed; your fist closed tightly at your sides. The surged of energy running through your body at the mere thought you could lose her, that Wanda might find someone that wasn’t you. That wasn’t as undecided or insecure as you were about the both of you.

“Y/N you better go over there before Wands splashes the man against the wall,” You heard a voice behind you, you turned sharply to see Pietro glancing knowingly at you. “He is getting touchy, and she is already flashing red…”

You furrowed your brows returning your eyes to the scene to see Pietro was right, the young man dancing with Wanda was trying to get to her. His hands were hard against her waist and arm, and Wanda was already giving him a dangerous smile while her eyes were gleaming red.

You were about to go when a hand around your bicep stopped you, you turned to see Pietro looking at you.

“You are my best friend in the whole universe, Y/N.” He started slowly, then he dropped his voice in a threatening tone. “But if you hurt her, I’m going to kill you.”

You laughed giving him a brief hug, “If I hurt her, I’ll kill myself.”

You took of sprinting towards Wanda and his touchy dancer, Pietro crossed his arms looking back at Natasha and Clint.

“You guys owe me 100 bucks.”

******

“Come on! I know a place…” The young man trailed off, his eyes flickering to you in confusion.

“I know a place too,” you said grabbing his hand and taking it away from Wanda’s hips. “It’s call hell, and I can give you a one-way ticket there, if you want.”

“What the hell?!” The man tried to jerk his arm away but your grip on his arm was hard, Wanda gasped putting her own hands on you.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Wanda slurred out; you furrowed your brows turning to her then to the man until you let him stagger back falling on his ass.

“Are you drunk?” You asked the anger you felt before was nothing compared to what you were feeling at the moment.

Wanda lifted her chin, crossing her arms while glancing at you defiantly.

“What if I am? You do it all the time!” Wanda huffed rolling her eyes, “you know what? Fuck it, I’m leaving. Go and fuck one of your many friends, I bet it won’t take you more than a minute to get one.”

You caught up with Wanda at the back exit of the building, the cold air of night hit you straight on the face and the sound of the music kept on buzzing in your ears.

“Wanda! Wait!” You ran to her and soon found yourself thrown against the closest wall.

You had always known Wanda was powerful, you knew there were times in which she held back for fear of losing control of her powers. But at the moment she was very much in control of everything, you could barely move your breath hitched as your eyes found those of Wanda.

“Wait for what? Uhm?” Wanda leaned closer to you, and the breath filled with alcohol hit you hard. “What should I wait for? That was a nice guy, you know? I have every right to go out and have fun and pick up someone and fuck them all night long!”

You clenched your jaw glaring at the woman in front of you, “no you don’t.”

Wanda furrowed her brows letting go of you, “what do you mean?”

The young witch found herself pressed against the wall, her hands around your head and neck while she wrapped a single leg around you. You drank in her moan, your mouth devouring hers your hands touching every single inch of skin you could reach in a darkened alley. In that single moment you understood, and you smile into the kiss without knowing the demons lurking inside Wanda’s mind.

“No!”

You were pushed back once more, this time around you were ready, and you stopped before you could hit anything. Wanda had her eyes closed, her back against the wall and tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I can’t…I can’t…Y/N I can’t do it again, because every time I do a little piece of me breaks and…”

Wanda let herself be hugged by you, she pressed her face to your chest and held onto you sobbing lightly. You held her tenderly, your hand drawing circles on her back.

“I’m sorry, I just…let me take you home.”

It was not the moment; it was not the time.

The ride home was done in silence, and when you two arrived at the compound Wanda left without looking back.

You sat in the car for a long time, the night had been so full of revelations and emotions. It had been a roller-coaster.

Are you in love with her?

You were.

You really were in love with Wanda Maximoff.

And now, all that was left for you was to make sure you wouldn’t lose her.

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The fifth time it happened…it was magical.

The task was simple, to make sure you convince Wanda whatever it was happening between the both of you was real. You were not there for the sex, and you certainly were not there for the rush; what you felt for Wanda was something you had felt for a long time ago but that you had pushed out of your mind for fear to mess up with your friendship with her.

You set to work on your plan as soon as morning arrived.

Wanda came to the kitchen to find a bouquet of flowers with her name on it, there it was warm breakfast and a pair of aspirins and a glass of water. She clenched her eyes closed, the pain of what had happened the night before was still fresh in her heart; but she couldn’t help but melt at the gesture. Your signature was obvious in these little details, it wasn’t the first time you did it and for details like this one Wanda had fallen in love with you.

Vision came into the kitchen with a huge package, he placed it right in the kitchen counter offering Wanda a smile.

“Wanda, I was instructed by Y/N to make sure you received this.” Vision pointed to the box, Wanda glanced at it with curiosity and some apprehension. “She said it was vital for you to use this today.”

“Use? What is it?” Wanda stood up moving to the box, Vision made a face of uncertainty.

“I’m afraid I didn’t ask, but Y/N was quite excited for you to receive it and see your reaction.”

Wanda let out a chuckled, her hands trembling as she undo the knot and open the box. The gasp that left her lips made Vision glanced at her with curiosity. This was the outfit she had dreamt of for a very long time, she had been saving to get the jacket and the boots which were beyond what she could afford at the moment. There was a dress, black with red flowers. Wanda never thought you would remember.

Something inside Wanda broke a little, why was so difficult to just get you out of her head? Why did you insist on doing something so nice only to stump on her heart later?

“Woah, look at that,” Pietro came right in glancing at the contents in the box, “isn’t that the jacket you were dying to buy the other day?”

Wanda pressed her lips together nodding, Pietro placed a hand on her shoulder Wanda looked up to see her brother smiling down at her.

“Good, then go and change because your drive will be here soon to take you to your destination.” He smiled, and his eyes gleamed knowingly at his sister.

“What do you mean?” Wanda was getting confused by the moment, Pietro leaned in so Wanda was the only one who could hear him, even though there was only Vision and them in the kitchen.

“Y/N has something special for you.” Pietro could see as Wanda stiffened under his hand, the young woman looked away shaking her head but before she could do or say something Pietro stopped her. “Little sister, it is about time for you to stop dancing around, Y/N it’s a little dense and you need to stop suffering in silence.”

“Pietro, I don’t think…”

“Then don’t.” Pietro said pushing her playfully. “Y/N really outdo herself this time around, so I really hope you get ready because the ride would be here in over an hour.”

*****

Your breath was taken away by the sight before you.

Wanda had put on the clothes you had given her, fixing her hair in a ponytail and light make up on her you were just charmed by her. You smiled nervously knowing that day would be the day everything between the both of you would change.

“So, I’m here, what is all of this?” Wanda sounded tired, but also curious. She couldn’t help but give you a quick glance over, her flustered expression hidden away by the light scowl on her face. “Y/N about last night…”

“You heart broke every time you and I spent the night together.” You said softly coming to her, your hands grabbing hers. “Why?”

Wanda clenched her jaw looking away from you, she tried to let go of your hands, but you didn’t let her. You sought her eyes in yours, and soon you found yourself captivate by those green eyes.

“Isn’t it enough for you to know that being like that with you breaks my heart?”

You weren’t mean to start the day like this, the conversation was reserved for the surprised you were preparing back at the compound. You offered a tender smile; you freed your hand to brush her cheek and Wanda closed her eyes as if every touch was torture to her. It probably was. You were such an idiot.

“Let me fix my mistakes, Wanda.” You whispered offering a tiny smile, “let me show you, your heart can be healed and that…I will never break it ever again.”

Wanda furrowed her brows, and her eyes glanced at you with a hint of hope in them. You leaned in placing a soft kiss on her lips, your hand intertwined with hers.

“Now, let’s go, I got us VIP passes to the rides in the park.”

Wanda found herself falling in love with you all over again.

The both of you spent the day in the amusement park, going from ride to ride and game to game laughing and talking about everything and anything. Whatever happened between you in the past, whatever had happened to make Wanda miserable was soon forgotten when you just looked at her. When you dedicated every single glance, and smile and words to her.

Your hand against hers, your body closed to hers… it was perfect.

Night had already fallen, Wanda was laughing at some absurdity you were telling her and her laughter made your heart shrank with emotions you were no longer afraid to feel.

“I think it’s getting late,” you said enjoying the disappointment that crossed those green eyes, “but the night is still young, Little Witch, and I still have a surprised for you.”

“You do?” Wanda asked leaning in, you nodded winking at her.

“Always.” You grabbed her hand and dragged her to the parking lot, there was a black bike there with two helmets, you wriggle your eyebrows at her passing one of them to her.

“You don’t think I’m going in that thing with you driving, do you?” Wanda was looking a little unsure about it, you pouted sitting on the bike.

“Don’t you trust me?” You directed the pout to her, your eyes begging to her and Wanda hated her weakness.

“I do.” She mumbled biting her lower lip, you grabbed her hand pulling her to you.

“Then trust me we will be home, and then…” You let the words hanging in the air, Wanda sighed putting the helmet on her.

“If I die, I will come back to hunt your ass.”

You laughed starting the bike, “It’s a deal, Little Witch.”

The compound was made into a great terrain surrounded by mountains, a great forest, and a plateau ready to be used as the headquarters of the Avengers. In the middle of all of this was a great lake, it was the natural border between the forest and the main building and when mornings were cold it was a sight to behold.

You knew Tony had made a small hut, with a harbour right at the other side of the lake. Far away from the lights of the city, or for the watching eyes of Friday. It wasn’t much, but it was a small piece of heaven you could offer Wanda. A private space in which you would say everything you had been holding back.

The night was warm, and the light of the stars and the moon reflected in the calm waters of the lake. Wanda was trembling, her heart beating fast and her body tingling in anticipation; you came to her from behind, your arms sneaking around her waist putting her to you.

“Y/N…” Your name was like a prayer on her lips, you smiled wondering why you had wait so long to this. To have her in your arms like this.

“Please, Y/N don’t…” Wanda disentangled her arms from her, turning around you could see the tears in her eyes.

“Wanda…”

Wanda put a finger to your lips, she clenched her eyes closed before opening them again.

“If this is a game just…walk away right now. I promise you we are still friends, and I may need some time apart, but we will be friends.” Wanda said and her voice was trembling as much as her body. “I can’t …. I don’t’ think I will be able to continue if this is a game…”

“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked without any preamble, Wanda gasped her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“I…” She snorted looking away from you, taking a step back. “I don’t think…”

“Answer me.” You insisted rather forcefully, Wanda clenched her jaw glaring at you.

“Ever since you…” Wanda took a deep breath. “Ever since you said hi to me.”

You shook your head, passing a hand through your hair. Wanda put her arms around herself, the day that had started fairly okay was turning out to be a nightmare.

“I’ve been in love with you since you smiled at me that first morning.” You revealed letting go of the tension on your body, you locked your stare with hers stepping closer. “I knew that I wanted to keep that smile on you forever.”

“What?” Wanda whispered in disbelief, you shrugged cutting the distance wrapping your arms around her again.

“I’m in love with you, Wanda. I’m sorry it took me this long to realise all I wanted was you.”

“Y/N please don’t I just…I was happy with knowing what It was like to be with you, but I can’t not if this is…”

You cut her off with your lips on hers, it was a tender kiss that poured all the emotions you were experiencing at the moment. Her hands went to you, and Wanda was soon submitting to the kiss clinging to every touch, every sigh. When air was needed and you two parted, you pressed your forehead to hers.

“Gods, Wanda you are the only one…only you.” You whispered opening your eyes to let her see the truth behind your words. “I know I messed up, I know I’ve been around and I…I’m just a fool. But…believe me when I tell you, it’s you and only you, now and forever, if you let me?”

Wanda would like to say she was stronger than this, that she could just step back and said no. No because you had hurt her, because she had run away from the possibility of this being a reality and you just…not wanting to be there.

But she couldn’t.

And thus, the both of you kissed under the stars, and Wanda would forever remember the way you took her clothes off, how tender was your touch as you mapped out every single corner of her body, How your mouth taste and marked her skin as she whimper and whispered your name into the night.

The fifth time was magical.

And it was the moment in which the both of you sealed your destiny.

It was meant to be.

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You lost the count after the time number 200th.

It was crazy how things change in such a short amount of time, and after that night at the harbour your life had never been the same.

Wanda became your life, and you hers.

It took some time, but the both of you built a relationship around the hardships of being superheroes. You grew together, and separately always pushing one another to be better. You went through tears, and sorrow, happiness and nostalgia. And soon the world changed as well, new heroes came by and you and her were free to retire.

You turned around on the bed, your arms wrapping around the form of your wife. Wanda smiled softly biting her lips as your lips closed around her pulse point, your fingers dancing around the skin under her pj’s moving down to her shorts and making sure to sneak inside the waistband.

“Morning, Little Witch.” Her nickname always sounded right in your voice, she arched her back throwing a leg back right above your hips. “mmm, baby, are you ready for me?”

“Morning, love,” Wanda whispered her eyes fluttering open to find the picture of your wedding looking back at her. “I’m always ready for you, baby.”

You chuckled turning her around and leaning in to kiss her hard, Wanda chuckled into the kiss and everything was going according to your plan when the door of the room banged open and you and Wanda jumped away from one another.

“MOM! Billy messed up with my posters again!!” The little flash of blue jumped in the bed crossing his arms and pouting.

“IT’S A LIE! MOMMA!” Then in came Billy, followed closed by Sparky all of them jumping in the bed.

You held back your laughter at the pout on your wife’s face. The twins were arguing on the bed, while Sparky was barking like crazy.

You wouldn’t change anything in the world for this, for your family. Everything you and Wanda had lived up until this point was worth whatever interruption you get in the morning, the quickies you two enjoyed in the shower or the late nights helping with forgotten homework. Or the early morning making sure the twins and Wanda were doing fine.

Wanda sat up lifting a single hand to stop the bickering, you sat back putting her to you while lifting a single eyebrow at the boys.

“Now, we’re going to start from the beginning without arguing, Billy what happened?”

Wanda snuggled against you, her smile almost impossible to wipe out as you heard the explanation of Billy. Tommy made faces, he disagreed with some portions of the story while wincing at other parts. Then it was Tommy’s time to do the explanations, Wanda chuckled shaking her head while you just rolled your eyes.

“Okay, boys, since it is almost impossible for you two to share and be nice once in a while, we will make breakfast.”

“Mom!”

“Momma!”

The twins whined; Wanda chuckled ready to stand up when you pulled her back to the bed. She was surprised, and you loved the fact she still could blush whenever you were so close to her in such an unexpected way.

“And you, Mrs. Maximoff, are going to stay in bed while me and the boys tend to your every whim.” You kissed her slowly, the twins making gagging noises in the back.

Wanda chuckled putting a hand on your cheek, “Baby, last time you and the boys try to cook, you almost burn the house down.”

“It was Tony’s house, I’m not about to burn ours.” You gave her a peck on the lips before standing up.

“Tommy, Billy to the kitchen, we have to defend our honour and present your mother with the best breakfast ever, come on!”

Billy scrunched up his nose, Tommy pursed his lips coming closer to you.

“So, we’re going to do cereal and orange juice?” Billy asked, you shrugged making a face.

“I think that’s our best bet.” You replied wrapping your arms around them.

Wanda laid back down on the bed watching you and the twins going to the kitchen. The road to this moment had been hard, and it began unexpectedly. She never thought it would end up the way it did, Wanda sighed hugging your pillow to her. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

There was a loud crash and then a bark and laughter.

Wanda rolled her eyes, though she never lost her smile and she decided to go and help you and the boys out.

Her family.

Her happily ever after.

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Wandering Tales - Soulmate AU

Summary: Your job is never easy, but the likes of a family having a bad day makes it all the more enjoyable.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!???!Reader

Warnings: Some hurt/comfort and fluffy stuff, adoption, nothing too serious but lmk if there is anything else.

A/N: I saw a post the other day that went something along the lines of ‘even if you think your writing is shit, there’ll be someone out there who relates to it and appreciates it’. So, here’s another WIP i haven’t touched in a while.

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When someone is born into this strange world of soulmates, they don’t realise how lucky they are. To know that someone out there in the billions of people is the one destined for them is both mind-meltingly and earth-shatteringly beautiful. But with all of these mutants, metahumans, aliens and more, how do you know who it is?

Well, in this world, you have two marks, both similar to a birthmark, but not quite the same.

For example, let’s take a Kryptonian with a Luthor. Now, the Luthor may not want to accept it, but her mark is the crest of the House of El, sealing her fate with one of two people. As for the Kryptonian, she may not have understood what the L symbol meant on her planet, but when she arrived on Earth, it became pretty clear on who her soulmate was.

And it’s not just symbols or crests that the mark can be. They can be mysterious, tricky, and downright allusive. A florist’s soulmate may have a plain flower on their wrist, or secretly, the florist has always wanted to pursue music, making it a clef or a blank bar. Similarly to a ballerina; you would expect her soulmate to have ballet shoes as their mark, but they could possibly have an open book as to which they would learn that their ballerina wanted to be a writer.

The possibilities are endless, yet you always have your soulmate’s mark next to your own.

But for you? Your possibility was already here, as you worked in Wayne Industries’ Aquarium and Rehabilitation Centre, your favourite place on earth to be. You didn’t know what would happen when you applied, but you were sure it would be exhilarating and incredibly soothing for you.

When you got it, your job was as simple as they could be - you did everything. You cleaned tanks, fed animals, interacted with the public, helped transfer animals like dolphins and turtles into and out of tanks. It was both the best and the worst, leaving you to go home with the stench of fish and salt all over you whilst you could almost sleep standing up in the warm shower.

Days like today, though, didn’t come so often.

Sally, your co-worker, was on the mic today as you fed some of the dolphins. You sat on the platform in your fisherman overalls and held out the fish underneath the water, letting them swipe it out of your gloved hands before you would mark off how many each dolphin had eaten.

When they weren’t eating, they were swimming laps around the pool, torpedoing underneath and saying hi to the people who looked through the glass domes from the lower deck.

“And Y/N here is our dolphin specialist. Say hi, Y/N!” Sally called for you over the speakers and you did your excited wave.

“As you can see, some of the dolphins really like having Y/N’s attention. But really, they just want the fish!”

You threw one out deep into the pool and watched it get snatched up quickly, smirking as it was the little one you hoped would get it. When you were done, you stood up and waved goodbye to everyone, making your way into the back of the aquarium.

“Hey, Y/N, how were they today?” Another co-worker, Alex, asked.

“Hey, Alex. Yeah, they were good. Salina was quiet but I made sure to give her enough fish.” You smiled softly.

Salina was your newest addition, coming in from the washed up sea and being severely underweight. She had immediately taken a liking to you, as most of them did, but the others had almost bullied her into submission.

A knock from the side door had your thoughts retreating to the back of your mind whilst you opened it, smiling at the only person you recognised.

“Hi, Mr Wayne.” You smiled.

“Hi, Y/N. Do you think you could take these guys for a tour? And go a bit backstage, they’ve had a rough day.” He asked, and you looked at the small family.

The mother was roughly 5’6” by your calculations, whilst the boys who stood by her side were easily 10 or 11 years old. You looked back at the mother and saw how bright her emerald eyes were, complimenting her diamond-shaped face well.

“O-Of course, Mr Wayne.” You stammered, smiling up at your boss. “If you don’t mind, could you just wait to the side whilst I take off my overalls?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” The mother spoke, her voice clear with a hidden accent behind it.

You stepped back inside and changed out of your overalls, hanging them up before you stepped outside. You smiled and asked them to follow you, scanning your pass through multiple side doors.

“So what have you guys seen today?” You asked, placing some fingerless gloves over your hands.

“Boys?” The mother turned to them.

They rattled off about how they did the whole reptile section before going to the animals, in which they were almost attacked by one of the birds of prey. You looked down at the first boy, Tommy’s, hand, and saw how it was covered in a large band-aid.

“Ugh, of course Wilbur would do that.” You sighed. “Besides the dolphins, what other sea animals do you guys like?”

“Oh, definitely the sharks!” Billy exclaimed, making you grin before you looked at their mother.

“And you?”

She sighed as you walked, taking her time to answer. “I like them all, but rays are definitely my favourite. They just look so…”

“Elegant.” You answered for her, watching her smile.

“Yeah. Elegant.”

“Would you like to meet some?” You opened the final door of your destination and the boys gasped in awe, a softer one coming from their mother.

“If you’d like to go in, there’s some overalls over here.” You stated, putting some of your own on whilst you grabbed some gloves and retrieved a bucket of shrimp.

The boys both put on some overalls with their mother’s help and you helped them into the water, smirking as they both giggled as the rays came up to them. You demonstrated how to feed them and helped them with a few trial runs before you let them go to town, moving to another tank with a fresh bucket of shrimp.

“Hiya, big gal.” You murmured as you sank onto the platform, brushing your hand over the southern stingray’s fin.

“You hungry?” You held out some of the shrimp and fed her slowly, letting her circle back before you fed her some more.

“How did you get this job?”

You turned to the side and saw the mother sit down on the edge of the pool, her legs crossed within her jeans as she admired the ray.

“Some people will tell you that it’s because Mr Wayne is my adoptive father…” You trailed off, trying to think of an answer.

“But really, I just applied. He didn’t even know I was in here until I was coming up on his pay docket. I love these animals with all of my heart.”

“What’s her name?” She asked, nodding at the ray.

You smiled softly as you ran your hand over her fin again. “Silvia.”

You chuckled as the ray flapped her fin against the pool by the brunette, her fingers running over her smooth skin. “Hi, Silvia.”

You smirked as the ray swam a bit more, leaving you alone on the platform before you emptied the bucket out into the water and stepped out.

“You boys done over there?!” You called out, smirking as they turned to you and gave you a thumbs up.

You gestured for them to come back and change out of the overalls before you continued, coming to your favourite part of the tour.

“Now this… is Grace.” You gestured as the huge manta ray passed over your head in the tube, smirking as the trio all gasped.

“Grace cannot return to the ocean yet because she had a fishing net hook stuck in her gills, which you can see… left a nasty gash.” You pointed as she swam over you again, the wound evident.

“Ms Y/N, can we feed her?” Billy asked, and Tommy nodded in excitement.

You looked down at your watch and pretended to debate it. “Oh, alright.”

They both cheered as you guided them to the top of the tank, getting the bucket of shrimp with Grace’s name on it. You separated it into two smaller buckets and gave one to each of the boys, smirking as they raced back to Grace.

“Now, spread it along the top of the water. Then she’ll swim around and get some of that yummy zooplankton she loves.” You grinned, watching the boys do exactly as you guided.

“You’re really good with all of this.”

You turned your head as you sank to sit on the side of the tank, smiling as Grace came past you. “I was the one who found Grace. Only I take care of her - that’s why there’s only one set of overalls.”

“Would… Would it be okay if I go in?” She asked, and you nodded.

“Come with me.”

You led her into the room and helped her into the overalls, trying not to look at her body, before you held her small hand as she entered the water. She chuckled softly as Grace came over and lightly flapped against her legs, making her gasp in awe as she brushed her fingers over her fin.

“She’s beautiful.”

“She really is.” You smirked, sitting back down on the edge of the pool as you watched her and Grace interact.

This was your favourite part of the job. Interacting with them on a basis that meant more than just food. Playing with them, soothing them, it was everything you wanted. Why would you ever want it changed?

You watched as the surface of the water gradually became choppier, alarm bells ringing in your head as Grace began to get erratic. Her slaps against the brunette’s legs became harder and harder, and you quickly dove into the pool in front of her.

You looked down at your soaked shoes and felt a tingling sensation from the air bubbles, cutting it out of your mind as you put your hands underneath the water. The manta circled one more time before she saw your hands, nudging against them in a calming manner before she went over to the other side.

“Are you alright?” You asked, helping the brunette out of the water.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Nothing broken or bruised.” She stammered. “Why did she do that?”

“Marine animals like Grace have incredibly acute senses, so she must’ve known it wasn’t me in the tank.” You explained, helping her remove the overalls.

“Mom!”

“Mom, are you okay?”

You mentally admired the love these boys had for their mother as she assured them she was alright. She stood up and faced you, noticing how closely you were watching them.

“I don’t think I told you my name. I’m Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.” She held out her hand.

“Y/N Atlanna-Wayne.” You smiled, shaking hers.

“That’s a really nice last name.” She beamed, making you blush.

“Thank you. Maximoff… isn’t that Croatia? No, no, Sokovia.” You corrected yourself, watching her impressed look in the form of a raised eyebrow.

“It is indeed. And Atlanna? I get the Wayne part, but that?”

“Atlantic. I was born on a boat.” You chuckled, loving to tell that story.

She chuckled. “No wonder you work at an aquarium then.”

“Ah, yes. My home away from home.” You sighed, grinning as an idea came to mind.

“Why don’t I get you guys something from the gift shop? You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, but I’m pretty sure they’ve got some cool new stuff.”

Wanda nodded and the boys followed behind you, your pass scanning through the doors once more before they arrived at the gift shop.

“Billy, Tommy, go wild.” You smirked.

“Nonsense. Boys, one thing and no more than $30. We may be on holiday, but I’m not made of money.” Wanda spoke sternly and you looked at her.

“Did you forget who adopted me? He’s literally worth over 80 billion dollars. He is made of money.”

Wanda blushed and nodded, letting you tell the boys that they could get anything they wanted. Billy brought a large stuffed shark to you at the counter whilst Tommy brought a mermaid sculpture. You smiled at him and offered them both to grab something else, but when Wanda placed a whale tail necklace on the table, you grinned.

You scanned their items before paying it with your card, making Wanda playfully glare at you whilst you rolled your eyes. “It’s the least I can do for Grace going all wild on you.”

“Did Grace do that again?” The man to your right, Damien, asked.

“Yeah, she went a bit wild. It’s okay, I calmed her down.”

“I swear, you have the magic touch or something, Y/N.” He turned to Wanda and her boys.

“She’s got control over them like nothing you’ve ever seen before. She can get in a pool of frenzied sharks and they won’t even touch her.”

Billy gasped as he looked at you, your ego boosted by the little boy’s admiration. “What time do you feed the sharks?!”

“They’ve already had their feeding for today, but you can come any day and they’ll be fed at 11 o’clock.” You winked at him, handing over his shark whilst you gave Tommy his mermaid sculpture.

“And here you go.” You handed Wanda the necklace and she thanked you, tying her hair up before she clasped the necklace around her neck.

And there it was.

You blushed incredibly quickly and pretended to drop your pen, kneeling down as you checked your hip. There, on it, was a small face-shaping crown next to a whale tail, a soft tingle coming from it as you stood.

“I-I’ll see you guys soon?” You offered.

“Sure.” Wanda smiled.

“Just ask f-for me at the front and they’ll call me on my radio.”

Wanda and the boys left the aquarium and you wiped the non-existent sweat off of your face. You looked over at Damien, a knowing grin on his face, and you shoved him whilst you went back to the aquarium.

But you couldn’t wait to see them again.

To see… her.

A/N - pls tell me someone understands the underlying meaning in the title 🥹

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jjsmaybank20 · 2 years

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The Other Parker Part 2

Wanda Maximoff x Parker!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of. Warnings will come with the chapters.

Word Count: 769

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

This is my first fic, so it’s going to be horrible. Be warned. Sorry it took so long for part 2!

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Y/N's POV

"Holy crap! You're... you're..." I hear Peter say. I'm still standing in the middle of the room, frozen in place. Tony Stark smirks and says, "Tony Stark. And you guys are Peter and Y/N Parker, am I right?" Peter and I shoot each other a look. He signals for me to read his mind again.

Do you think this is about our, Uhm, after-school activities?

I don't think so. We've been really careful.

He nods his head slightly and we turn back to our aunt and the man sitting next to her. I look at him, a little suspicious, and ask, "Yeah, that's us. Um, pardon my bluntness but why are you here? And why do you know our names?" He laughs. "Good instinct. Not too trusting, but not completely rude. You would make a good addition to the team, should you choose to accept my offer." Peter and I share another confused look. Offer? Mr. Stark clears his throat and says, "I am offering you a spot on the Avengers. We have been keeping tabs on you both. You would start with training, and then as you improve, we can begin to send you on smaller missions. No school would be missed, but you would have to live on-site with the team." I look at the ground. I guess Peter and my afternoon activities haven't been as subtle as we thought. Peter begins to speak, so I lift my head to look at him. "I- I mean we would be honored, Sir." I nod my head eagerly as Mr. Stark grins at us. "Now all you need is your Aunt's approval." Both Peter and I look over at Aunt May, begging her with our eyes. She sighs in resignation. "Fine. But if they get hurt, I'm blaming you Stark. And you don't want that shit storm coming your way." All three of us grinned at May, and she smiled back. "Ok kiddos, get packed up. We need to head out in the next half hour." Peter and I both jump up in surprise and run to our room. We start packing away all of our projects into various boxes. "Pete! Clothes!" I say as I remember that we need clothes, not just our tech. "Shit!" He says and starts to pack up our closet. We share most of our clothes, as we are the same size. We grab all our bags and boxes head out to the car. "Bye Aunt May!" We yell behind us. "Love you guys! Visit soon our you two will be fucked!" She yells back. Peter and I snicker. "Alrighty, everyone here? Let's go to the compound!" Mr. Stark says. Peter and I share a glance. What is our life right now?!

Wanda's POV "Ok team! The Parkers will be here in 30 minutes! Everyone on their best behavior, we want to make them feel welcomed. I'm talking to you, Bucky." Steve announces. Bucky Barnes, Steve's best friend just grins at him and states, "No promises." We go off to our rooms to prepare for meeting the twins. I start to look for the best outfit to wear.

I cannot wait to meet Y/N.

Suddenly, I hear someone knocking on my door. Without turning away from my closet, I use my powers to open the door. "Need any help?" I hear Nat ask. "YES. That would super helpful." I exclaim. While she starts looking for something for me to wear, I run into the bathroom to start getting my hair ready. I hear Nat call from outside the bathroom. "What was that again? I couldn't hear you." I ask as I walk to the bathroom door. "I said, you know this isn't a party, right? We're just meeting them and helping them get settled in." I blush, look down, and reply, "I know. I just want to look good." I glance up at Nat and immediately regret it. She's giving me the biggest shit-eating grin I've ever seen. "Oooo, you actually do like her! I was kind of kidding, but I will admit, she is HOT." She teases in a singsongy voice. "Just give me the clothes." I grumble. Nat hands them to me, still grinning, shrugs, and starts to walk out of the room. Right before she gets out the door she says, "Shoot your shot with her. The worst that will happen is she rejects you. And I highly doubt that's going to happen. Your equally as hot as she is." She then walks completely out of the room, leaving me standing there, unable to stop blushing.

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it's a trap (when you act like that) | wanda maximoff 🔞

(College!Perv!Best friend Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Fem Reader)

You cannot quite relate to the topic of pleasure. Being introverted and shy, your circle of people was limited, but you're more than grateful that Wanda - your best friend - is always there to help you out.

WARNING: corruption kink, pillow riding, first times, fingering, praise, wanda talking you through it - not proofread +18 / men & minors dni. Words: 4.2k

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For an hour, you settled on reading in comfortable silence with your best friend. Wanda laid on your lap comfortably, unlike you, she gave up skimming on her notes a few minutes ago.

You giggle each time you catch her gaze on you. It was inquisitive and sometimes Wanda made silly faces. Thoughtful as ever, she’d pop in some candy in your mouth.

Her auburn hair grew out – instead, her brunette tresses were back. It was tempting for you the way they were sprawled out, wanting to comb them with your fingers and drop your notes – only having to listen to what stories your best friend would tell.

Lately, you noticed it’s been hard to be around Wanda. You can no longer hold her gaze than usual and you physically want to be closer to her – which was no problem because your best friend was always attentive and touchy with you.

“Have you been working out? Look at these thighs,” You sharply inhaled as you felt fingertips, running feather-like on your skin. Wanda caught the act and it made her giggle softly.

You shyly shook your head. “N-no. I haven’t.”

She seemed not to buy your response. It’s the truth. Even if you indulged in some exercises, your workout routine was not strict about any type of weight lifting. Not like you had the time and all. In fact, it was one of the things that sometimes pulled you into your insecure thoughts, thinking that you’ve got an unattractive pair.

However, Wanda loves them as they were. She liked it when you got experimental with your wardrobe, changing it up with some short skirts that highlighted your legs and its curves. More so with your comfort in plain shorts, as it rewarded your best friend more of its exposure.

What Wanda didn’t like was winter and how it took away the sight of your gorgeous thighs.

You insisted, “I’m serious! If you consider getting food from the top and bottom shelf of the fridge as squatting, then, my answer is yes.”

“Well, they look good to me. Keep it up.” Wanda playfully remarked. You chuckled lightly, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Want me to pull away?”

Her voice was hypnotizing – insanely soothing. Almost like a balm, you’d say. Enough to make you re-read the damn sentence on your notes because you barely understood them. It doesn’t help that she kept her ministrations – tracing circular patterns that ascend to your inner thighs, causing goosebumps to wake.

“Took me by surprise, that's all. You can keep doing that if you want.”

“Is it relaxing?” Wanda whispered.

You shudder a bit and it made you scuffle in your position. “Kinda like you playing with my hair…”

Wanda was amused. You briefly wondered what was the joy in this – riling you up in some way. Were your reactions too entertaining? She had always been full of mischief, but lately, hanging out with your best friend made you…tense. It was not uncomfortable in a way that her actions burned, maybe they did, but in a different context. A realm you’ve never touched on – spurring you to confusion furthermore.

Her forefinger grazed over the space between your eyebrows. “What’s got you all so worked up, honey? You got this crease going on – you’re too tense. Wanna take a break?”

“Okay, yeah. That sounds nice.” You gave in. You couldn’t even process them anyway.

You still appeared as bothered from Wanda’s point of view. She moved away from laying down between your thighs, looking at you who refused to meet her eyes. She was growing concerned. Had she overstepped this time?

Wanda was clueless. “Are you seeing someone?”

You looked incredulously at the woman.

“That’s out of the blue, Wands.”

“Can’t blame a girl for asking, (y/n/n). You’re usually reserved, I get that, but lately you seem to be always in deep thought? You know I can help, right?”

“I-I want to tell you but it can get weird.”

“Weird? Baby, we’ve known each other for years. How worse can it possibly get?” Wanda asked incredulously. Now she was concerned.

There’s nothing to hide. Wanda had a point, you thought.

You whisper, “Lately, um. I-I’ve been trying to discover something.”

“Okay…” Wanda hummed, eyes focused on your lips.

You weren’t hesitant out of fear of being judged, but you didn’t know where your boundaries stood.

Although, you remember how Wanda was so thoughtful that every time you bought some undies, she volunteers to come along and when you ask for her opinion, she carefully takes time to examine them.

You remember her fingers tracing along the seams, making you turn around, asking for permission to touch so she can examine the material further around your butt and how it clung to your hips. They shouldn’t be tight, Wanda said.

“And it’s about pleasure. You know, that stuff.” You flail your hands. Can this get more embarrassing?

Meanwhile, Wanda was absolutely having the time of her life. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Of course, as the role of best friend, she would be very ecstatic to lead you.

She starts with a lilt of teasing in voice. “Sorry, honey, but there’s many things that can go around the topic of pleasure. I’m going to need you to elaborate.”

Poor you, didn’t even catch up to her teasing. You had enough.

“Touching the southern part!” You blurt out.

“Oh!”

“Yeah,”

“Huh.” Wanda looked inquisitive. Her head tilted to the side in faux wonder. In truth, she was thinking of ways to help you – defile you in this very bed – if she’s sly enough.

You groaned. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“See, now it’s weird. I shouldn’t have-”

“No, no. It’s not weird. In fact, it’s normal to be curious about that. What’s your problem with it?”

“I don’t think I’m doing it right. I feel bad because I heard discussions about it – overheard some girls from my class. It’s all the hype I can’t get onto– I just don’t seem to get there–”

You were rambling all things at once. Wanda had to process the thought of you touching yourself and getting frustrated, of course you wouldn’t know. You needed her – someone to get through it.

And Wanda was more than willing to step up.

With a glint in her eye, she suggests, “Want me to help you?”

Were you hearing things right? Surely, you misheard Wanda. Your mind couldn’t wrap the thought of it. How on earth can she help you? Maybe she’ll write them down or give you a video that wasn’t too explicit as porn. She knew that you hated them, after all.

“You–won’t that be weird between us? And how?”

“Don’t even think about that. It’s me, honey. You can always count on me. Even about these types of situations. Do you trust me?”

You answered in a heartbeat. “More than anyone.”

“Good. What do you think, do you wanna get started?”

Right now? Your eyes widened. But there won’t be another time, you suppose. “Shit. Okay, yeah, sure.”

“We’ll take things slow, hm?” She bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement. Seeing you all bare for her – Wanda might as well cum at the mere thought of it. The way you nodded attentively made her stomach flip. “We’re going to test the waters. Since you’re having trouble with your fingers, we can do that later. Maybe we’ll try a different approach.”

Your cheeks burned at Wanda’s elaborate plan. “O-okay. I’ll listen to you.”

Wanda purses her lips and moves closer to you. You looked apprehensive, but not as much previously. Good.

“Have you ever heard about riding a pillow?”

“N-no…” You meekly answered. Porn was straight to the point. Too uncomfortable for your liking. It was penetration and done. You tried watching one or two, then that was it – you never thought about revisiting and looking further beyond that. “That’s a thing?”

Wanda, however, couldn’t help but scoot closer to you. How she was very elated to hear this – the woman couldn’t wait to introduce more things to you in the future, to be the one showing you the ropes of it.

“Yes it is. Some find it very rewarding. It’s so easy. ” She supplements.

Out of curiosity, you cannot filter yourself. “What about you… have you ever?”

“Yeah, I have.” She smoothly replied. Wanda was so self-assured, you can’t help but envy it a little. “And don’t worry, I’ll be guiding you at every step of the way, honey. Exploration of what you like and how it works is nothing to be ashamed of.”

It did the trick for you; Wanda picked up a relief sigh coming out of you. She smiled, rubbing your thighs enough to create a comfortable warmth.

“Use my pillow – don’t worry, it’s easy to get them washed.” Your movements were slow and hesitant, continuously looking back and forth to Wanda’s piercing green eyes and to her pillow innocently hanging at the corner of her bed. Grabbing the item, she shoots you a proud smile. “Now, take your bottoms off for me.”

For Wanda. You felt the heat creep from your stomach, riding in waves, up to your neck and whole face. She nudges you by nodding her head. You’re entirely sure that you’re beyond stunned right now. Discarding your shorts and underwear at the same time, you quickly throw them away and cross your thighs. Wanda’s words being uttered in an authoritative and raunchy manner was enough to make you wet – you didn’t want her to see the proof of that.

“So good. You’re doing so, so well baby.” Wanda licked her bottom lip in anticipation. “Now, flip that pillow by its seams – the edges are an important part of this. Then, just mount it.”

Your heart raced – you can’t believe that this was happening – you’re about to ride a pillow in front of your attractive best friend and she’ll talk you through your first orgasm. Right here in her own cramped bed and pillow. Doing as Wanda says, you spread your legs apart and mounted the pillow that stood by its edges. You gasped at the sensation; it was the softest thing your core has ever touched and it was slightly cold.

Looking back at Wanda, she seemed lost in your center – who wouldn’t be, given this rare opportunity? She always had a crush on you. But you didn’t even notice. Now, your friendship was taken on the next level, she thanked any deity out there for her patience. ((And her power over you right now? It was hard not to revel in that.))

You looked so adorable. Wanda could compare you to bambi right now, especially when you thought you were being sly. She saw the slick forming on your pussy from earlier as you were stripping. It was mouthwatering that it drove Wanda insane, prickling through each nerve of her body.

“What next?” You shakily asked. It was intimidating to have her eyes fixated on you – you couldn’t decipher what was going on behind those green eyes.

“Gyrate your hips. Back and forth, slowly.” Wanda orders with a low voice.

She watches you try to move back and forth at the pillow. Your pussy grazed on the fabric, making your eyes flutter at each soft contact, but it wasn’t enough for your pleasure nor Wanda’s.

She waddled closer and placed her hands firm on your hips. You bite the inside of your cheek, slowing down your motion out of surprise. The least you can do was have an ounce of dignity, you couldn’t moan in front of Wanda.

You sweet thing, Wanda thought. It was evident how desperate you were in your soft and messy thrusts. She was focused on how you moved your hips clumsily and your folds wetter, the pillow darkening as your arousal stained them.

She couldn’t take it much longer.

“You’re almost bouncing, honey. Do it like this – in sliding motions.” A moan inevitably escaped your lips as she pushed your hips alone, quite literally guiding you. Wanda shuddered in delight. “Want that pretty pussy of yours gliding in, get that friction working already. Don’t be afraid to put all of your weight in it. It’s much better, trust me (y/n/n).”

Pretty? Wanda even used it in an inappropriate context. It affected you more than you thought it would, that you felt a spurt of liquid drip from your core. Was it supposed to be like this? It was better than previously. Maybe it was truly your form that made a better change. You thrust your hips more and no longer hesitated upon resting your lower body’s weight.

It was much better, just like Wanda had said.

Wanda’s bed creaked louder and louder. Of course, you were getting lost in your own needs – you didn’t even notice.

Your resolve was visibly breaking in front of Wanda which she absolutely relished on.

“Don’t let me stop you from moaning, baby. It’s all about your pleasure.” Wanda gently reassured you. It was all you needed apparently to let loose. “Thrust your hips harder.” She commands you. It sparked more need that travelled to your lower stomach down to your core.

Was this the feeling people always blabbered about? Because you’re sure that you understood it now. It completely took over your senses like crazy.

Your hands placed in front for balance, you do as your best friend said. She truly knows her way around here. You haven’t felt this needy before. The friction she mentioned was settling in quickly and it was addicting against your pussy. You close your eyes and arch your back. The softness soon burned – a delicious contradiction – and it was enough to make you feel soaked.

“Just like that…” Her hips have never left yours and matched the rough sliding motions, grasping firm around your bare skin. “It feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so great.” For me, Wanda wanted to add.

“M-mm, y-yes,” You whimpered and nodded dumbly.

“You can also experiment with other motions – try what’s best for you. You can do circles with your hips,”

You immediately try as she recommended. Wanda had to stifle a giggle right then and there. Her headboard was starting to hit against the wall with your messy yet hard thrusts. It was obvious that the pleasure was brewing already, to which Wanda deviously smiled at.

“Can I touch you down there? I bet it’s sticky already…” She whispered directly to your ear. You feel your best friend’s hot-white breath grazing satisfactory against your neck. It tickles!

It wouldn’t hurt right? It was a part of the lesson, you suppose. Wanda knew better and you trusted her. “Y-yes. You can touch me, Wands.”

Without further ado, your best friend immediately went in to trace your outer folds. Fuck, you were so wet. You immediately coated her fingers, terribly addicting that she had to stop herself from plunging in so suddenly.

You continued to gyrate harder and it seems that there was the ‘spot’ that everyone was talking about. You lost track of it, but you felt how the pleasure intensified and moaned unadulteratedly, louder than before, that spurred Wanda to repeat the motion harder. With every glide against the pillow that you do, Wanda’s fingers were there at the edge to stimulate your throbbing core. Your breathing pattern grew heaving.

It was so, so addicting to have your slit pressed against the once innocent material and the friction it provided you–

“Stop there,” Wanda firmly said. You halt out of concern, rethinking whether you did something wrong. Your best friend, however, was pleased at your expression.

“D-Did I do something wrong?” You gulped and weakly asked.

“No, honey. You did so well.” Wanda caressed your jaw and held you by the cheek with her clean hand. A pleased grin broke out of you to which Wanda duly noted. You liked praises. “That was the first lesson. You need something to stimulate you into the mood, it is very important. Now I’ll touch you first so you can mimic them later on. Is that okay?” Her hands descend to trail them at the center of your torso and stopped by the pelvic area.

This was going so well. You even forgot and thought how dumb it was to doubt Wanda and how she would embarrass you. It felt as though it was more than what you asked of her.

You wet your lips, “M-more than okay.”

At this point, you valued Wanda's opinion more than ever.

“Good girl. We’ll get started.”

She swept away the crumpling notes and the stained pillow. Wanda almost moaned at the mere sight. It was like an animal had rudely rammed through her room.

Wanda stared at your half-lidded eyes that beamed at her words. Your hair was frazzled and barely can manage your own breathing. She caused this. And hell, she can’t wait to ravish you further. You felt reassured with her comforting smile and voice leading you on.

Your best friend grabbed you by the thighs to pull you closer to her. Wanda hummed in delight, a crooked smile on her lips appeared as you released a throaty moan again as she pushed them farther apart.

“Now, listen carefully, (y/n/n). You have to tease your folds first and gather the wetness here,” Wanda sultry uttered and started to stroke your folds again and you helplessly nod. “It’s no trouble right now, considering how soaked you are.” She bit her lip and teased you by bringing up her fingers that were coated by your arousal. “Don’t hide them from me. It’s so pretty to see you like this, honey.” You arched your back for her and became flustered at Wanda’s words.

So warm and inviting. Wanda was flooded with glee, that she swooped in before anyone else could. With this, she also intends to be your last. No way in hell she can share you now after this.

You feel your cheeks and ears grow hot. You buck your hips for more as Wanda starts to stroke vertically and then random patterns at your soaked pussy. It wasn’t enough to scratch the itch you’ve been longing for.

Your nostrils flared, “W-Wands, please..”

Wanda felt herself damp as you moaned her name. It was like music to her ears. She immediately changed your position, from your hips up to encouraging you to lay down flat on her bed and adjusting to settle on your side – her fingers not leaving the inside of your pussy.

“What do you need, baby?” She pressed a kiss on your ear. The gesture was meant to comfort you but you felt your body burning even more.

“I need you! It’s so sticky and tickling me- I don’t… Can you please h-help me?”

You were needy, just as Wanda wanted you to be. She riled you up enough that she even felt you drip more wetness as she plunged deeper inside of you and hit the spongy wall that her fingers could reach. You were more than compliant all throughout the session that it made her heart soar.

“You can also play with your breasts, it can add a better feel for you, baby.”

You hesitantly reach for your pair and Wanda’s awaiting (needy) eyes were the final nudge for you. You wanted to do good. At this point, the lines were blurred; you didn’t know if it was to achieve orgasm or praise from your best friend.

Hands skimming underneath your shirt, you also pushed up your bra and experimentally squeezed the flesh. You groaned and eyes half-lidded again, threatening to shut.

Wanda was ecstatic that she had convinced you through this. Her motions never faltered – if anything it was more determined – as she watched you play with your tits. She thought it was cute how your underwear mismatched, her eyes caught the sliver of the pale material of your panties and your bra in the color of a colder tone. Were you tugging on your perked nipples? You were so eager and feeling comfortable enough. Wanda almost demanded you to take them off, wanting to see them. Another time.

She kept on stimulating your pussy and with the addition of you playing with your breasts – it was impossible to even control your moans anymore.

You threw your arms quickly around Wanda’s neck and hands had wrapped themselves on her nape. Opposed to her firm and determined motions, you were gentle with how you caressed her skin. Wanda melted with no hesitation and now, her dorm room was reverberating with moans along you.

“It’s so sticky down here just as you said. Now,” Wanda’s own breathing was ragged and you had to force yourself to listen to her. “I’m going for your clit. It’s in the uppermost area, covered by your hood. Need to stretch you more-” She grabbed your hand and made them trace the areas for you to pinpoint them better. Fuck, Wanda was right. You were soaking wet. “That better?”

You agreed furiously, “Y-Yes, but–”

“I know, I know. You need more.” Wanda kept her ministrations inside of you, stretched you better that you had to let out a guttural moan. The spot was back and she kept hitting it now mercilessly. “Is that it? That feels much better?”

“Oh, yes!”

Your needy core greedily swallowed Wanda’s fingers and you had no idea. So drunk in pleasure. So lost without her. You’re so lucky that you had her. Wanda was just as intoxicated as you, her dilated green eyes drinking up the warmth of your pussy and your writhing sight.

Upon making eye contact, you didn’t know how to react to the revelation of how those green eyes unashamedly looked at you. It was similar as Wanda would when she was examining you while fitting clothes – only now they appeared more hungry and she’ll devour you.

And the thing is that you will gladly let her. Another needy moan was ripped out of you, disturbing your rail of thoughts as Wanda added her thumb to the stimulation that circled around your clit, you laid there helplessly clenching on the bed sheets while you were in Wanda’s grasp.

“W-Wands… Wands! I think I’m going to pee,” You shyly inform the woman and the heel of your palm pressed against her clavicle to push her away, Wanda only shushed you.

It was familiar to you, you think that you’ve reached this extent but you always stopped because you were very unsure of what follows after.

You felt dirty and it was embarrassing how you were bucking your hips to meet Wanda’s plunging in your core. It halted your mood a little and Wanda immediately picked it up, as your walls clenched harder around her digits.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Wanda’s sultry voice spurred your gears again. You huffed and absorbed her words. “Don’t worry about it, you’re going to cum. Just listen to my voice baby, you’re doing so great for me.” It is more than okay, you repeat in your head. Wanda’s making you feel so good you felt like you were going to combust.

Your muscles grew tense around the abdomen area and all over your thighs - you feel the knot forming in there. You are frenzied to chase it.

“Cum for me, come on, my good girl.”

Wanda was sweating now as you were, and she kept ramming inside of your warm walls, a final hard stimulation around your clit did its job to untangle the knot you were feeling.

“Wanda!” A guttural moan was ripped out of you.

It was the most angelic sound that Wanda has ever heard.

Your eyes were still closed shut. Still whining as you fall apart, it was the most freeing experience you’ve ever encountered. It’s easy to say that you were beyond satisfied this time around. Your body was almost floating and your mind was lightheaded–you’re sure of it. Your legs were spasming a little and it was hard to ignore the vivid feeling of liquid oozing out of your core. It was never ending and Wanda was tempted to drink them all up.

“You looked so beautiful there, honey. I’m proud of you.” She cooed sweetly in your ears and pressed a kiss on your forehead that was glistening with sheer sweat.

You grew hot at her words. “Oh–!”

The bed shook again and creaked as Wanda rode out your orgasm. The squelching sound was more vivid to your ears. You cried out loud, feeling that it was too much, held your best friend’s wrist and finally Wanda pulled her digits out. Before your best friend can calm you down–

An aggressive banging resounded against Wanda’s dorm walls.

“It’s midterms week! Stop fucking!”

You froze. You completely forgot where you were and how thin the dorm walls were, making you cover your face with your palm. Meanwhile, Wanda couldn’t be more bothered – she simply laughed at how evidently embarrassed you are, threading through her own hair with a familiar glint in her eyes.

“I don’t think I can face the people outside anymore,” You admit, groaning as you sober up from the high.

Why did you have to be so loud?

“Mmm. Lucky for you, we’re staying inside for a while. I got some other tricks I wanted to show you.” Wanda bit her lip, crimson also spreading through her cheeks as she closed the gap again between you.

She can compare your gaze to a deer caught in headlights. Always so attentive and compliant.

With a little more touch from your best friend, you felt the hotness starting again in your lower stomach, making it twitch with familiar need – your studying session long forgotten and replaced with a different lesson.

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Torn (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Warnings: set during AoA, kryptonian!reader, love triangle, established Natasha x reader - fwb situation, somewhat toxic!Natasha, smut, violence, jealousy

Summary: after your home planet is destroyed, you find a new home in Asgard, but when your brother brings you along to Earth, you find more trouble than you expected.

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"F-fuck, Y/n. Right there… Yes." The woman below you pants in your ear, nails scraping down your back to grip your butt possessively.

Your hips move faster, deeper with each thrust, making her moan. "You could've told me you were coming back today," you grunt.

She digs her nails into your skin and you hiss in annoyance, slapping her inner thigh. "Do that one more time and I'm not fucking you for a week."

The spy lets out a throaty laugh that turns into a scream when your thrusts suddenly become harsh and uncoordinated, your hands pressing down her hips. Her tits bounce with each push, her perky nipples begging for attention. You look up to her tear stricken face, enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks and bleeding lips.

"It was- fuck… u-undercover," she's breathless, stuttering, "... secret," she manages at last, pulling your face down to her breasts, knowing you still have something to say.

You're annoyed and maybe a little bit hurt, but you still let her guide you, eagerly sucking on the tender skin, grazing her nipples with your teeth.

Maybe she'll finally agree to talk to you after.

She comes with a stifled cry, hiding her face in the crook of your neck and gets up as soon as her body stops shaking.

You have a lot of things to say, but your mouth is suddenly too dry and your throat too hoarse, so you sit on the edge of your bed and watch her dress.

"Thank you," she kisses you on the corner of your mouth, lingering, nose nuzzling against yours when she pulls away.

She looks reluctant to leave and you hope she doesn't.

The door clicks shut on her way out.

×××

"No daydreaming on the mission briefings." Clint snaps his fingers in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink, eyes refocusing to see everyone staring at you in question.

"What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.

"Stark wants to know if you like your new suit," Natasha asks with a smirk on her face.

You look up at the screen in front of the room and there it is - yet another heavily modified piece of clothing you undoubtedly going to destroy on your next mission.

You can admit it looks better than the previous one, the red is much deeper and the blue is not as obnoxious, but they still clash, not coming together as seamlessly as the one you wore back home, but that's the best Stark can offer and you're thankful he's even trying, so you nod in appreciation and send him a grateful smile.

"Think this one will fall apart mid flight?" Thor teases, reminding you of one of your most embarrassing moments.

It happened when you first joined the team. Tony made you wear a suit he made, claiming it was good to match with the team, so you've listened to make him happy and fit in better. It's a good thing you wore your underwear from Asgard that day.

"Now that it's settled we should move on to the purpose of this briefing," Steve waited until he had everyone's attention before continuing, "now that Thor is finally here we can finally take back the Scepter…" he continues with the details and you easily tune him out, focusing on the redhead woman across from you instead.

The corner of her lip is still quirked up, her eyes trained on Steve as he gestures to the map on the screen behind him. You look down at your hands on the table, fiddling with your thumbs.

You wish you were better at reading humans.

“You okay?” Clint leans into your side to whisper discreetly.

You nod, managing a convincing smile. “Didn't get much sleep is all.”

He glances at Natasha not so subtly, his brows furrowing. You think he's the only one who knows about the two of you, or, at least, he suspects.

“You know what you're doing, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, not knowing at all.

×××

You're hovering over the base, looking through the walls for Scepter, when you first see her.

The girl looks about your age, you think, maybe a little younger, and she is busy talking to a silver haired man. They look too out of place, dressed like high schoolers and unbothered by the attack. You frown when the girl whispers a quiet "take care of the big guy" to the boy, your mouth dropping open in shock when he runs almost fast enough to go unnoticed by you. Almost.

Deciding it's your time to intervene you warn the team before landing in front of the back entrance, eyes trained on the girl behind the door. You don't know what she's capable of and you find yourself intrigued. The door opens with a squeak and you wince, mutterings a curse under your breath.

She's out of sight by the time you enter, but you can still hear her erratic heartbeat.

"Come out," you say, tilting your head to the right. You heard enough to know she's hiding in the shadow.

You hear her gulp before she steps into your field of view, her shoulder grazing yours as she comes to stand in front of you.

She is beautiful, you think, taking note of redness in her pupils.

"You know who we are," you wait for her to nod before continuing, "you can come with me." You offer your hand, palm up, and wait for her to decide.

She scoffs and her eyes turn redder. "What makes you think I want to?" There's red around her fingers now and you find yourself curious to find out what she can do.

You smile. "You will come with us one way or another. I'd prefer not to hurt you."

You realise your mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth.

Suddenly, there's red everywhere and you're out of the building, flying through the door to the other end of the backyard. You feel a pressing weight on your chest, and when you look down you see red wisps enveloping your body, keeping you pinned to the ground.

You look up when a shadow falls on your face.

She crouches with a smirk planted on her smug face, and moves your hair out of your face. "You can come with me," she offers, mirth in her eyes and you let out a breathless laugh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.

"I'm afraid I have to say no," you whisper after a moment, strangely content at the mercy of your enemy.

She hums, waving her hand over you and you feel the weight disappear.

When you open your eyes she's no longer there.

×××

"You just let her go?" Natasha asks later that night, her head nestled on your chest after hours of hiding her moans in a pillow as you pounded into her.

You snort. "She's a witch, Nat, I don't think I can keep up with magic."

She lifts her head to look at you, eyes searching for something you're not even aware of. "You're the fastest person on this planet. Faster than her brother, and certainly faster than her."

You look away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. You didn't even think about your speed when you faced the witch.

You feel her get up from bed, and you open your eyes, reaching for her, "Natasha- " Her eyes flash, and you close your mouth.

She shakes her head. "She distracted you. And you let her go," she huffs and bends down to pick up her panties.

You get up and catch her wrist. "Can you tell me what's going on?" You ask, searching her eyes for an answer, but you're an alien and she's the best spy in the world so you're left even more confused.

She opens her mouth for a split second before snapping it shut. She pulls away and puts on a shirt before finally speaking, "I saw the footage."

You frown.

"Didn't know it only takes a little flirting and a pretty face to make you let an enemy go," she hisses through clenched teeth.

Your mouth drops open in shock.

"Are you-" you let out a breathless chuckle at the mere thought before finally getting yourself together, "are you jealous?"

You can hear her jaw grinding, can hear her nails dig into the soft skin of her palm.

And yet, you still can't believe what she just said.

"You're a fucking hypocrite, Natasha," you say, and a split second later you're dressed and out in the nearby field, searing up towards the sky.

You don't see her falling back into the pillow you layed on mere seconds ago, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

×××

There's a party the next day, and a part of you just wants to hop in your pod and disappear in the depths of space.

Another part of you wants to see Natasha happy and content, basking in the warmth of your arms. You know she'll never allow anyone to know about the two of you, but still, hope blossoms in your chest when you first see her go down the stairs. She moves right past you towards the bar, and you see Banner approach her with a nervous smile. His flirting is awkward and you pity the man, awaiting Natasha's response.

She flirts back.

"So… You and Romanoff?" Steve comes to stand beside you, smiling his fatherly smile, and you fight the urge to run away.

"You should tell her," he presses on, "she's not the most open person in the world, but from what I know about her, I think… there's a good chance for the two of you to be happy."

You've told her.

She doesn't like you back.

You shoot him a quick, awkward smile. "I'll think about it."

He nods, satisfied and walks up to the pair, his eyes widening when he overhears the last bit of their conversation. He winces and looks back at you, knowing you probably heard it all by now.

You shake your head at the concerned look he sends your way, and walk to sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment, letting your hearing go wild, listening in on an argument on the other side of the city, anything to remove yourself from this situation. The argument doesn't last too long, the engaged pair making up not even ten minutes later and you move your attention back to the party.

When you open your eyes Thor is sitting beside you, daring Clint to pick up his hammer. You sit up straighter, curious to see where it might go.

"Everyone knows it's some kind of a trick." His fingers wrap around the handle, but the hammer doesn't move an inch, much to the archers embarrassment.

Tony appears seemingly out of nowhere to make fun of Barton and you join in on the laughter, enjoying the rare moment of happiness, momentarily forgetting about your not so fun predicament.

Thor winks at you, enjoying this way more than he probably should, and hands you a bottle of Asgardian beer.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Natasha join your little game, Steve hot on her heels. She looks a little out of place, eyes laced with uncertainty when she sees an empty spot by your side. With a slight push from Steve she sits, careful not to touch you.

Banner is left standing a few feet away.

"It's simple physics," Tony grins, attempting to lift the weapon. His eyes narrow when it stays in its spot.

You rub your eyes when he decides to embarrass himself even further, calling Rhodes for backup and putting on his suit. The ridiculous game goes on, and Steve decides to try, you don't bother to watch, but then you hear metal scraping against the fine wood of the coffee table. Your head snaps up to look at Thor and immediately you know he heard it too, his eyes going comically wide for a split second before closing in relief when Steve doesn't pull harder, letting the hammer stay in its place.

"Natasha?" Banner nudges the redhead.

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your bear. You want to go and finish the drink in the solitary of your room, maybe let out a few tears, but you promised Thor you'd stay until the very end, knowing he's set to leave in a few short days.

"I don't want to know the answer to that question," she says before taking a sip of her beer.

"Y/n?" Thor invites you to try, but you shake your head no, an excuse already on your tongue when you first hear it.

The screeching is loud enough to hurt humans, but to your enhanced hearing it's pure torture. You fall to the floor, covering your ears, letting out a silent cry and Natasha is by your side immediately, pressing you into her side, trying to ground your hearing. You hiss in pain, your head feels like it's being slit open, and you think Natasha is saying something, but you can't focus on a single thing.

The next second you feel her lips against yours and the sound is gone, replaced by Natashas frantic heartbeat.

"Focus on me, baby, come on," Natasha whispers against your lips, words barely audible. You nod, trying to regain your senses.

Her kisses move lower to your chin, then to your jaw, her fingers skimping under the hem of your shirt, setting the skin of your lower stomach on fire.

"Stay with me, baby," she mumbles in your ear.

There's a fight going on around you, robots flying around destroying everything in sight, but the only thing you see is Natasha's glistening eyes as she pulls away to check on you.

Then she's pulling you up and out of the room, narrowly missing a piece of metal flying her way, your eyes flicker around and you stop in your tracks, ready to join the fight and end it in seconds, but then there's a tug on your hand.

"They'll handle it. Let me take care of you."

You nod, feeling hope blossom in your chest.

Maybe Steve's right.

×××

They handled it and now you're off to Africa, getting ready to fight a villainous robot made of vibranium. The jet is weirdly silent - Tony's sulking in the corner, unusually quiet, Steve stares him down from his seat, jaw grinding in annoyance and you wonder what happened after Natasha led you to her room. You tried to pry away, ready to run back and join on the planning, but she didn't budge, staring you down until you relented and fell against the sheets, her fingers making quick works of your belt buckle.

Now though, she's back to acting like she doesn't care, her eyes trained on the skyline and you can't even pretend you aren't hurt.

"We are close," you warn the team, already searching for the target. Your eyes lock on the pair talking to Ultron. "The twins are there, on the second floor, talking to Ultron. We need to hurry."

Natasha looks at you for the first time since you boarded the jet. "Stay away from the witch. We'll handle her."

You scoff at her tone, mildly pissed at her bossing you around. "You're ordering me around now?" you force through gritted teeth.

Her eyes narrow and she looks like she wants to say more, but Tony pushes her out of the way to jump out of the jet, Thor and Steve following right behind him, and she's left glaring daggers at your back as you hurry along.

You look for the witch the moment you land.

She's easy to find, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, while her brother runs around wrecking havoc.

"Little witch," you call out, startling her enough to make her jump up.

Her eyes flash in annoyance, but the second she sees it's you her lips stretch in a one sided smile. "I have a name, you know."

You nod, your lips stretching into a full blown grin. You remember how your last conversation ended, but you don't care much about the possibility of her hurting you.

"I won't," she says, like she just read your mind.

You suppose she might have, she is a witch after all.

She shakes her head, letting out a huff of laughter, "There's a lot of things I can do," her eyes flash dangerously, her smile now with a hint of malice, "make sure not to cross me." She winks and turns just in time to step out of her brother's way.

You blink, cursing yourself for getting so distracted again, and dart after her brother. It is an easy ordeal, and mere seconds later you have him pinned to the ground.

"You really should let me go," he grunts against the concrete, wiggling against your hold.

"I am an alien, not an idiot," you scoff, easing your hold on him just a little.

He stills for a moment, craning his neck to take a look at you, "An alien?"

His eyes are full of wonder, and suddenly you're reminded that the two of them are young, the same age you were when you first stepped foot on Earth.

You sigh, looking around for a cage of some sort or a piece of metal to bend around the runner.

"Why are you helping them?" He asks, wonder replaced by anger. "Do you know what he did?"

There it is. An old basement with a bulletproof door.

"Making a bomb and launching it at civilians are two very different things, you know?" You quip and his eyes flash in indignation, but before he can start his rant you push him inside, locking the door and bending the metal for a good measure.

"He did some shitty things in the past, but at least he never joined the Nazis."

You walk away, painfully aware of the truth in your words. Now that you've said it out loud you're faced with the fact that the witch you've grown to like just after two short interactions is not a good person.

Shaking your head you make your way up, one down, two to go. You squint in the dark, trying to spot Ultron, but he's nowhere to be found and neither is Tony, so you mentally brace yourself to face the witch again, but the second you step on the landing you see Thor's slumped form.

"Hey!" You shake his shoulders and slap his face for good measure and his eyes open. He's blinking rapidly, like he just woke up from a long nap, his eyes glossed over.

"Y/n!" He whispers feverishly, and pulls you in a bone crushing hug. "You're okay, of course you're okay. That witch. She warped my mind," he pants, pushing you away, "You need to make sure everyone else is okay."

You look him over, and once you're sure he's not hurt you nod, pulling him up to his feet, and take off in the direction of Natasha's heartbeat.

You stop in your tracks as soon as your eyes fall on the trembling woman. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes are focused on the floor, unblinking. She doesn't move when Clint presses her into his side, doesn't flinch when he hauls her up to her feet, but when her eyes register you she jumps as if burned, clutching at Clint.

You take a step closer, your own eyes watering, but she looks like she might throw up if you move any closer.

Clint sends you a look and shakes his head, mouthing, "I've got her."

She limps past you, shaking so violently you're sure even a human can notice.

They move past you and suddenly all you see is red.

Moving faster than the speed of light you have the witch pressed against the wall, her fingers clutched in your vice grip.

She looks up, her eyes wide and terrified.

Good, you think.

"What did you do to her?" You growl in her face, pushing her into the wall with your whole body.

No way you'll let her escape this time.

Her throat constricts. "I- Her biggest fear. I showed her her biggest fear." She sinks her body against the wall, trying to wrangle her hands out of your grip. Her heart is thrumming violently and you can't tell if the tiny skip of a beat is a result of her fear or her lie.

"She'll be fine in a few hours, I swear." Her eyes lock with yours, so unbelievably green, and you feel yourself slipping away. "Just let me go," she asks, pushing her body forwards, her fingers slipping away from your hold. Her face tilts forward until your lips are almost touching. “Let me go,” she whispers. You don't see the wisps of her magic swirl around her fingers, too focused on the way her lips move. Too many thoughts swarm your brain, but you find yourself focusing on one. You want her to close the gap.

"That's right, you want me to kiss you." Her lips almost brush against yours in a gentle peck. Your grip on her weakens completely and you're enveloped in her arms. Suddenly, she's everywhere. In your arms, in your head, in your heart. "I'm sorry about this," she whispers before pushing you off the ledge.

There's red everywhere and you find yourself falling and falling…

…and falling until your back hits the ground with a painful thud.

"Y/n! Get up. Come on." Your father helps you up, tilting your head to check the injury, but you can't focus on his face, all you can see is purple.

The planet under your feet rumbles, splitting open yet again, making your father forget about tending to your bloodied forehead in favor of hauling you up over his shoulder.

"No." You push against his shoulders when you finally realize where he's taking you. "No! I'm staying with you," you cry out, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

The sight in front of you is a nightmare. A sick, deranged nightmare. You can see the man responsible for this hold up the purple stone higher in the air, another powerful wave destroying everything in its wake.

"We have to fight, dad! We have to stop him! What about mom?!" You scream until your throat hurts, but your father doesn't budge, pushing you through double doors leading to the pods.

"We will fight," he promises, putting you down. "But you… you're destined for greatness, my child. You can't die fighting a losing battle." He places a kiss on your temple, pushing a syringe into your side.

You stare at him in betrayal, fighting against him with all your might, but your limbs get too heavy and your eyes start closing on their own.

You're pushed in the pod and your father types coordinates for Asgard. "They'll treat you as their own," he chokes, trying to fight tears, "I love you, my sweet girl."

"Y/n!"

You sit up, gasping for breath, eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n, a little help!"

Tony's voice sounds from your comms and you shudder.

"I can't-" you sob, looking around you, searching for the witch, but she's long gone, and all you can do is sit in the dark and hope someone will come and get you.

"I don't know what you saw there, kid, but our green friend might chew me up any second now. I really need you," he pleads.

Your hands shake and your legs tremble as you stand up, forcing the memory to the back of your mind. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall and tear through the roof, unaware of a pair of eyes watching you leave.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #Natasha Romanoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #black widow x reader

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wandasfifthwife · 1 month

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masterlist | I got a bad idea series

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.

tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!

a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)

MASTERLIST

* = suggestive content

*** = smut 18+ MDNI

main story | completed

(1) a classic get-together

(2) the curse of living in a small town

(3) take me dancing *

(4) sweet thing

(5) a bad decision ***

(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****

(7) please, let me stay *

random snippets

family dinner *

early mornings ***

random

this series’s playlist *

series’ mood board

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upat4amwiththemoon · 1 year

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Hey can I request a wanda x fem reader where wanda and reader are dating and wanda knows this sweet side of the reader but one day the avengers go on a mission and need reader’s help because she is a CEO of a company bigger than stark industries and she is all badass and destroys whomever the avengers need destroyed.would love nat, tony and reader friendship.

The CEO

Summary: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1440

a/n: I’m sorry I don’t know how to be intimidating

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

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“He’s not giving us anything.” Natasha walks into the room, where Wanda and Tony are watching the interrogation room. “He keeps asking for his lawyer.”

“Can’t you like,” Tony imitates punching sounds, “do that to get through to him.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” Natasha rolls her eyes. “At the end of the day, we don’t have hard evidence he is the behind the organization.”

A particular organization has been tormenting the Avengers for a long time now. They’ve started attacks against people and buildings, destroying many important properties and killing people. Yet, they have always hidden any possible leads.

Until now. They finally caught someone, Mr Blight. The group’s clean up crew made a mistake and left evidence on site, bringing the Avengers to him.

After bringing him to the compound for interrogation an hour ago, they’ve gotten nowhere. He’s smart, he knows what they can and can’t do, which is why they have to think something different before they run out of time.

Wanda stares at screen, deep in thought. “Where did you say he worked at?”

“He is one of the owners of the Blight Industries.” Tony glances at the file they have on him. It’s a thin file. “Do you know him?”

“I think his company works with Y/N’s company.”

“Miss bubblegum’s company?” He frowns, looking at the man though the monitor. “Really?”

“Oh, this’ll be fun.” Natasha grins. “She can help us, right?” She turns to Wanda.

Taking out her phone, Wanda starts texting her girlfriend. “Uh, yeah. I think she could help us.” She mumbles, a bit unsure on bringing her into an Avengers mission. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Wanda and Y/N have been dating for two months, they’re still in very much their honeymoon phase, neither really talking about work things. However, Natasha and Y/N have been friends for a long time. She actually introduced the couple to each other. She also still continuously reminds them of this, taking great pride into making their relationship happen.

“Oh, yeah. She’ll be able to crack him.”

Tony and Wanda both frown. “Am I missing something here?” He points at Natasha. “How will little miss sunshine help us?”

“You’ll be in for a treat.”

Tony pushes Mr Blight forward when the elevator comes to a stop. He is already looking nervous, he recognizes where they are. “Wait.” Tony looks around the building. “Why did neither of you tell me Y/N is the CEO of the biggest company in the US? I’ve been trying to get a meeting with the boss for ages about Stark Industries, but I always get a negative answer.”

Letting out a short laugh, Natasha leads them in front of Y/N’s office. “Maybe your company isn’t that important.” She mumbles, throwing him a look. Knocking on the door, she opens it for Mr Blight when a faint come in comes from the other side. “Don’t shake too much, she can sense fear.” Natasha whispers with a smirk when he walks past her.

Wanda furrows her brows, moving in front of the window. The blinds are mostly shut, but she can see inside the room through a small crack. Natasha and Tony move next to her, the latter being a lot less inconspicuous about snooping.

“Natasha, care to tell us how she’ll help us?”

“She breaks anyone who walks into that room.”

Y/N is working on her computer, completely ignoring Mr Blight walking into the room. He closes the door behind him, slowly making his voice towards the table.

He clears his throat, but Y/N pays no mind to it. “Should I- sit? Or, maybe..”

“What do you usually do when you walk inside someone else’s office, Mr Blight?” She finally lifts up her head from the screen.

Nodding, Mr Blight sits down to one of the chairs. He lays his hands on his lap, though he can’t stop moving them.

“We have been business partners for a long time, have we not, Mr Blight?” Y/N sits on her office chair with the perfect posture, her hands laying on the table. The look on her face is neutral, but terrifying.

Mr Blight clears his throat before answering, so Y/N wouldn’t hear it shake. “Yes, we have.”

“So,” sighing, Y/N shakes her head, “imagine my surprise when I hear you’ve made an enemy out of the Avengers.” She tilts her head, making Mr Blight gulp. “Do you understand how this looks like to my company, that I have worked so hard to build from the ground up?”

“I- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.”

“See, I don’t think you do.” She stands up, leaning closer to him. “You’re making this more difficult for everyone involved by not telling the truth.”

“Respectfully, Miss Y/L/N, I have spoken the truth. I have no ties w-“

“Have you?” Y/N interrupts him. She stands up properly and turns her monitor to face Mr Blight. “You’re aware that I know everything, correct?” He nods. “So, what you’re telling me is, if I open these files over here,” she points towards the files shown on her monitor, “there will be nothing about you deciding to join the organization two months ago?”

His eyes widen. He tries to hide his expressions, but nothing goes unnoticed by her. Mr Blight opens his mouth to say something, anything to save his name, but nothing comes out.

“On the second of September, you made a donation to a charity, which then send out that money to a third party.” She reads through one of the files. “You’ve been making consistent visits to Washington DC once a week, in the guise of visiting family. However, I remember you telling me your family move abroad last summer, is that right?”

“Well, yes, but-“

“But, what Mr Blight?” Her voice raises a notch. She stares him down, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you have some other excuses? Or lies perhaps?”

He shakes his head in defeat. “I will talk to the Avengers.” He mumbles. Y/N raises her brow, waiting for something more. “And I will tell them everything.”

Y/N smiles, expressing him to stand up, which he does. “A pleasure. Remember to tell Blight Industries we aren’t working together anymore before you get locked up, would you?” She shakes his hand when he doesn’t know what to answer, before pointing to the door. “You may leave.”

Mr Blight opens the office door, getting grabbed by a SHIELD agent and pulled away. Natasha, Tony and Wanda stay behind, stepping into the office.

“Hi!” Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she waves at them. “So glad to see you guys. I hope I was able to help.” She kisses Wanda before hugging Natasha.

Tony is looking at her with an indescribable look. “You, are a fraud.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N frowns, tilting her head to the side.

“That!” Tony points at her. “You did that while talking to Mr Blight and looked scary, just like witchy woo over here when she does her thing, and now-“ he moves his hands around her and Wanda, “now you look like a cinnamon roll.”

With a grin, Natasha throws her hand over Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “She has been my secret weapon for years. You don’t understand how many people she has broken.”

Wanda stays quiet as she listens to the conversation. She has only seen the sweet side of Y/N, but she isn’t necessarily disappointed by the other side either.

“I think I like you even more now.” Tony pats her arm. “Now, do you think we could talk about a collaboration between Stark Ind-“

“No.” Y/N states. “There’s a reason I always tell you no.” She smiles sweetly at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I still have work to do.”

“Thank you for your help, I’ll see you later.” Natasha grabs Tony’s suit and pulls him away from the room, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone.

“Hi.” Y/N smiles.

“Hey.” With a brow raised, Wanda stares at her. “That was different.” She mumbles, wrapping her arms around Y/N’s waist. “I kind of liked it.” Using her magic, she closes and locks the door.

“Oh, really?” Y/N grins, her arms going around Wanda’s neck. She giggles as Wanda starts kissing her neck while pushing her backwards. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Wanda lifts Y/N, so she’s sitting on the table. “I have some time.” With a smirk, she goes right back to attacking her neck.

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vase-of-lilies · 9 months

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❀ Pairing: Dark!Mermaid!Wanda x Sailor!Reader

❀ Non-con, dubcon, Captivity, restraints, slight experimentation, shapeshifting! Wanda, the ocean, sailing on a boat, a storm, shipwreck, a little bit of violence, virgin!reader (she has never had a sexual encounter, period. So she is very innocent), Wanda doesn’t know human anatomy lol, oral (r receiving), forced orgasm, overstimulation, fingering, (this next part is major whump, so PLEASE heed the warnings) Sewing readers legs together for a punishment, holding reader under the water until they pass out, screaming, lots of screaming, making someone stay unconscious with telekinesis, quick acceptance, soft-ish wanda, some fluff, Stockholm syndrome, (if there is anything else PLEASE let me know!!)

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetics and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. I hope you like this! The pictures go to their rightful owners on Pinterest, and the comic-style picture belongs to the beautiful artist Jenifer Prince. I also have a really big feeling that Mermaids' love language is gift-giving. Because… stuff is all they find lol!

This is for @eloquentreverie 's Dusk Till Dawn writing challenge! I chose the lines “All you are is a liar…” “My love for you is not a lie.”

Bright rays of sunshine reflect off the water, not one cloud in the sky. The perfect conditions for sailing. You had been planning this trip for ages, and the perfect time has never been seen before now. Packing your bags was an easy task, all that was left was prepping your boat. Aphrodite is what you call her. The beautiful sailboat your father had left for you.

The sails are off-white, the texture of a canvas. In a way, this boat is its own form of art, and the beautiful name that your father picked fits perfectly. She was small, livable, and durable. It could withstand the fiercest of storms, waves, and monsters. Monsters, that you at least think are real. They were all just myths your mother told you about.

Mermaids that left trinkets on the helm of each ship they came across, an octopus-like creature pushing the boats in the wrong direction, and even the ocean itself; a lively source of nature that will always lead the way when these malicious creatures have any form of malicious intentions.

Making your way down to the pier, you are stopped by a villager, an older woman who knew your father very well. “Y/n! Y/n! Come here, I have something for your travels!” You hear from her frail yet powerful voice. She gently grabs your hands and pulls you into her home, making you giggle softly as she sits you on her couch.

“Now, I knew I would see you today because of the conditions out… there. I have this for you, wishing you safe travels and return.” She puts a dainty necklace in the palms of your hands. “It was a gift from your mother, she had told me to wait until you were older, and I think now would be the perfect time.” She smiles as you look at the beautiful oval-shaped locket.

“My family and I really love you, Eleanor. Thank you for taking such good care of us.” You smile up at her, closing your fingers around the locket with a picture of both your mother and your father. “Thank you, really, for everything.”

She shakes her head, “The only thing you owe me is a hug and a proper goodbye.” She says, opening her arms for you. You happily oblige, wrapping your arms around her hunched body. She was like a grandmother to you even when she was just a family friend, but you most definitely loved her as a grandmother.

“I love you so much, and I will most definitely bring you some trinkets if mermaids ever leave anything for me.” She chuckles in response and waves you off, sending you on your way to uncertainty.

Entering the deck of your boat was a feeling of freedom that you had longed to feel ever since the death of your parents. It was difficult to make it through the day without breaking down into your most vulnerable form; A sobbing, shaking mess.

Standing at the helm brought mixed emotions. You were finally here. You were finally able to feel like the woman your mother described you as. “You are a brave, independent, beautiful girl Y/n. You will do amazing things one day. That may be tomorrow or ten years from now. But amazing things they will be.”

Those words stuck with you from the day she died. Those words were what drove you to sail alone after all these years. She told you that you were brave, and that was all it took to motivate you to learn, grow, and persevere in your passion for sailing.

Now all you had to do was make sure you had enough food, water, and supplies in the cockpit, untie the sails, and mark the coordinates on your map. Once those subjects were taken care of, the last was to untie Aphrodite from the pier and raise the anchor and you are all good to go!

With the small gusts of winds every now and then, it would take about 6 to 7 hours for you to make it to your destination. That is if there is no storm, headwind, or pirates that you have to worry about. Crossing Captain Barnes is on your list of “most feared encounters” and you could not imagine getting stuck with him, let alone see him. Rumors say he lost his arm to the Kraken and used the gold from a found treasure to make a new arm. A much more dangerous one than he already had.

The thought of seeing him gives you chills in of itself, so you decide to put your mind to something else. You begin to steer the boat in the direction of your destination, your blue navy-themed sailing dress your mother made you flowing in the wind. You smile as the smell of salt and cold water fills your nose, the ocean and wind guiding you in the right direction.

~~~~~~~~ 3 hours later ~~~~~~~~

The clouds had come out of nowhere, casting a large, dark shadow over Aphrodite. The wind was skin-biting and strong, the waves getting unruly as she becomes angry with something. What? You had no idea. You had prepared for this, but the worst thing that could happen happened.

As you put on your dark blue cloak to keep warm, a large wave crashed over your boat. With much luck, Aphrodite held strong and pulled back up from the water. Raindrops soaked your clothes as well as waves that rolled over the surface of your boat. As you were pulling on the sails, you froze in fear. A colossal wave formed. Bigger than anything you have seen, towering over you. At this point, you knew your fate and you fully accepted it.

As the wave crashed over your boat, the water engulfed you into a frigid and bitter hug. The sheer force of this wave cracked your beautiful boat in two, ripped the sails a part as if it was cut by scissors, and lastly shredded your near-perfect map to shreds. It was a saddening sight to see to anyone on the outside.

As your vision fades to black, numbness takes over your system and you are finally at rest.

Or so you thought.

“Is she ok? She- Oh she’s breathing! She looks ok, just a little roughed up.”

‘Squawk!’

“She’s a human! She’s beautiful, she looks so cute in this little dress of hers.”

‘Squawk!’

“Can we keep her?”

A pause…

“Let's bring her inside, but we have to make sure she doesn’t escape. Grab some of the rope from her boat, that will hold her.”

“She scared? She scared?” The animal squawked.

“For certain…”

The voices were faded and muffled, and you felt like you were held in a bubble. Everything was quiet. The voices were smooth, siren-like, minus the power. There was something dark in the woman’s voice that hovered over you. There was something in her voice that sounded almost… dark and evil. As if she had malicious intentions with you.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of waves crashing against the sand, but you were not on the beach anymore. You were in a cave, a dark, cold, dreary cave. With a pounding in your head, you moved your hand to your temple. Well, tried to. You look to your left, letting your eyes get used to the darkness and you see rings of rope around your wrist, holding you to a rusty bed frame. Looking to your right you see the same.

Struggling was your first instinct, but you were frozen in place. It was fear taking over your body and you didn’t know what else to do. There wasn’t much you could do in your state. It was so cold, and you couldn’t find a way to get warm.

“H-hello?” Your voice echoes in the abyss of the dark cave in front of you and you have yet to hear anything other than that. But moments later, other voices fill the cavern's echos.

“I wonder when she will wake up, oh I sure hope it’s soon.” One voice said. Were they talking about me? You think to yourself.

“Well, when she does, it will be quite the surprise don’t you think?” That voice, it was the voice that sounded evil…

In an instant, the dark cave was filled with lowly lit torches. From what you could see was a room full of different trinkets, a makeshift vanity with a sea-glass mirror, shelf portions of the cave filled with sea shells, and lastly her.

A beautiful woman walks into the cave carrying what looks to be wood, sail rope, some canvas sails, and cloth. It took you a moment to realize that these were parts of Aphrodite. Your precious boat.

“Ah, she’s awake.” The woman says to her accomplice, a parrot on her shoulder.

“Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake!” The parrot responds, making the woman let out a soft chuckle.

“Please, let me go!” You plead.

“No, you are mine now and I get to do what I please,” She gives you a smug smile and sets her trinkets and shells down on her vanity. You watch her carefully, salty tears falling down your cheeks as you pull at the ropes around your wrists. “There is no coming out of those ropes, darling. I know how to tie a good knot” She emphasizes the ’t’, making you jump slightly in response.

“Such a curious creature humans are. They move around on these water contraptions just to go see another piece of land. Can you imagine that?” She says, chuckling at her own question. “Well of course you can, you were doing just that!” She moves towards the makeshift seaweed and canvas bed and sits on the edge.

“I have yet to see a real human up close and see what they are really like. How much pain and torture they can take, just like my sisters had to endure.”

Her intentions scared you, and her smirk told you that she already knew that. “P-please don’t hur-” she cut you off with a laugh and a mockery of your fear.

“Puh puh puh, please! Oh don’t be so cute, I love hearing screams of fear…” She leans close to your face, her tongue sliding against your cheek and picking up a tear. “Mmmm, tastes so good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.” You whimper as her eyes turn bright red and before you know it, the clothes are ripped from your body leaving you nude, cold, and exposed. You flail your feet attempting to kick her, but she quickly pins them down and wraps more rope around them, connecting them to the bed posts at the bottom.

She shakes her head at your action and gently slides her fingers over your now exposed belly, “Nuh uh, none of that. We don’t need anyone else to get hurt, right?” You shiver in response, making her smile grow even bigger. “Oh, so you feel me…” She realizes and she runs her fingers up your belly, and to the valley of your breasts.

Your reactions are very minimal at first, but then she starts going in other directions. “Hmm, I have little buttons like these too, I wonder what yours do?” She moves and grazes her fingers over your nipple, making you shudder. A new feeling has come to you, and the woman takes note. “Ah, how interesting. This little bud of skin is much more sensitive than the skin over here…” She does the same motion of rolling her fingers but with just a small section of skin from your breast.

“What if we do both?” She inquires, moving both her hands above your breasts. Taking both nipples in her fingers, she smiles at your reaction of curling in on yourself. The little noises you make are what set her off. “Wow, how amazing,” She whispers, smirking at your reaction. As you whine and shake your body slightly, you try to get her off of you, but she is just pulled towards you again.

“Someone is a little feisty,” She slaps your breast harshly and you yelp in pain. She chuckles and stands up. “Now let me introduce myself. I am Wanda, and as you can see I take the shape of a human, like you. But I am nothing of the kind. I have morals.” She pauses, and moves between your spread-open legs. “When I got the ability to use my shapeshifting power, I first wanted to try to be human. Just to see what it feels like to walk and run. I liked it at first, but then came this feeling that I can’t describe. It is like a fire was lit right here,” she puts her hand just above your lower regions, goosebumps pebbling at the touch of her skin on yours.

“There was nothing I could do to put it out. So I explored down there… I have a button down there just like up here,” She rolls your nipples in her fingers once again, making you whine in protest. “Oh, my Poseidon… it felt heavenly when I rubbed it just right. I thought the feeling would never end! But then it did… it felt like I exploded. It was like getting caught in a wave, only to fall back down into warm water again.” She smiles down at you from her spot between your legs.

“I want to see if you feel it too.” She smirks and you whimper as you pull at the restraints around your limbs. Dismissing you, her fingers spread your slick petals and she gently rubs around the top of your pussy. A soft moan emits from your mouth and she gasps. “Oh, I think I found your button too,” Wanda continues to rub your clit, loving every single reaction from your mouth. With curiosity, she pokes at your entrance with her fingers. When she enters her fingers into your wet cunt, the moan from your mouth is beautiful.

“That was beautiful, I need to see more!” She exclaims and starts to move her fingers in and out of your hole while rubbing your clit. With never feeling these things before, you are like an exposed nerve and are oh, so, sensitive.

You soon start to feel what she was describing, the fire, the riding up the wave, and after seconds, the falling from that wave and into warm water. As you cum, she smiles at the feeling of your walls clenching around her fingers. “It feels nice, doesn’t it…” she states, not addressing it as a question. You vigorously shake your head, denying her. She smirks, knowing deep down you absolutely love it.

The ropes burn your limbs and you were tired. But Wanda was far from done. She had so much more planned as she was infatuated with your pussy and how it pulsed around her fingers. “Should we see how many more of these little episodes we can see today?”

“N-no! No, please no more, I- I want to go home, please,” You beg, knowing deep down you most likely won’t make it out of here. Not without a fight. Already you were scheming how you could possibly escape her, but your thoughts were shut down as Wandas' fingers intruded your hole at a fast rate. Her fingers moved in and out of your cunt, a burning feeling bubbling inside of you once again.

“Oh, you’re so wet down here, little one. I swear if I go too fast, there may be a tidal wave coming at me.” She smirks at her words, not slowing her pace as she curls her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. Your moans were music to her ears, like putting a sea shell to one's ear and hearing the beauty of the ocean on the other side.

Failing miserably, you try to quiet your moans. But the feelings are just too intense for you to handle. She leans down as she continues to pump her fingers inside of you and smiles as she licks along your red, hot clit. Your legs jolt once a more sensitive wave of pleasure falls over you, her tongue moving expertly over your little bud. Your back arches as much as it can with the bonds keeping you down and you try to enjoy your current state under Wandas' domination.

In a matter of seconds, you are crumbling at the feel of Wandas' three fingers inside of you as well as her tongue licking your clit over and over again. Cumming a second time was even more of an experience. You saw white as your orgasm came crashing over you once again. Whimpers come out of your mouth as tears are falling down your cheeks. It’s too much, and your cunt feels like it's on fire.

Finally, Wanda has had enough, and she lets out a sigh as she looks down at your abused petals. “Aw, look how red you are. You must be so sensitive, hm?” She chuckles at your fucked out sounds as she grazes your clit with the back of a finger, your hips pulling away in retaliation. You whimper as she suddenly stands up, her other fingers leaving your hole in an instant. You shudder at the emptiness, letting out a sob as your emotions take control of your body again.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry, we have just barely begun.” Her smile is malicious and full of evil. There is nothing welcoming about her smile, almost like the waxing gibbous, right before a full moon. Only a sliver of a smile of the night sky, then the werewolves come out. Her teeth were sharp but smooth enough to look human. But she was far from human.

You found out she was a mermaid while she let you roam the beach a little bit. All she gave you for clothing was a paper bag-type dress made out of the canvas of your sails, and a rope around your middle as a belt. She took the chains from the anchor of your boat and kept it around your ankle, the other end under a very heavy bolder that she moved with her powers.

While you stayed on the beach, chained to the rock that gave you the shade you needed, Wanda was hunting. There was a little bit of forest above the cave you both took shelter in, but she warned you to never go in there. Well, not without her. You were curious as to know if there was danger, or if she just didn’t want you out of her sight. But it was easy to say, she did not want you going anywhere.

Sitting on the beach was the little bit of freedom that you looked forward to every day. One hundred and eighty-two (182) days of being in Wandas' captivity. You learned on day seven (7) to never run away from her. She will make everything hurt. She will take everything away from you if you try to take yourself away from her.

On day seven (7), you found a way to rub the chain links together and break the loop off of your foot. Making sure she was in the water, you made a run for it on the wet sand of the beach. Trying to go around the island and then out into the ocean was your goal. Wanda sensed you were gone the second the chain broke. It was no use trying to swim away from a mermaid.

She caught up with you in a matter of seconds, her webbed tail making her swim much faster than you; A mere human. She grabbed your ankle from underneath the water, dragging you down to the ocean floor. Not too deep as she knows the pressure builds, but deep enough where you would not be able to escape. She smiled as you thrashed against her iron grip, your arms trying desperately to reach the surface, and the last few bubbles exited your mouth as you finally fell unconscious.

Once you were out, she pulled you to the beach, getting the water from your lungs and making sure you are breathing again. She sent a wave of energy over your body, keeping you in an unconscious state. Picking you up, your head hung over her arm as your legs hung over her other arm. She looked at your sleeping face in slight disappointment as you were doing so good the few days before this. She knew that the time outside was going to be limited as part of the punishment she was going to give you.

Laying you on the bed, she gathers a few trinkets she has found. Including a sewing kit. She looked over your body and stripped you of your canvas dress. She laced the rope around your arms and fastened them to the rusty bars above your head. Angrily, she stares, thinking of the things she is going to do to you when you wake up. She growls and pounces on top of you, grabbing your legs and putting them together. She takes more rope from your boat and wraps your thighs and ankles, rendering you unable to walk.

Now comes the painful part; She threads the thread through the eye of the needle and pinches the skin of your thigh. Carefully she puts the needle through your skin, puncturing through the layers mercilessly. As she pulls the thread through the hole in your skin, she meticulously sews your legs together in an intricate zig-zag shape from your left leg to your right leg. Once she gets to just above the rope around your ankles she hums at her work, making sure that you won’t be able to pull the thread out of your legs, even if you tried as hard as you could.

Waving her hand takes away the power keeping you unconscious, and she makes her way out of the cave, not wanting to hear your screams as you realize what she had done to you. Of course, she loved to hear you scream, but not in pain. It was never meant to be this way. If you had just listened and stayed where you were put, this never would have happened. As she transforms into her mermaid form, she dives into the ocean to cool off as she was much too angry to argue with you, worried she would kill you in the snap of a finger if you said the wrong thing to her.

You started to come to, becoming more and more aware of your surroundings by the second. Once again, you tried to move, only to be stopped by the ropes around your wrists, but there was much more than what was done to you last time. You looked to the source of the tension of your legs and your panic set in. Screams of pain and horror echoed through the cave, tears and sobs were heard for miles outside of the cave, and Wanda was nowhere near where she could hear them.

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More than a few hours later, your sobs had calmed to nothing more than whimpers. Your legs were screaming in pain, blood dripping from each of the holes Wanda's needle had made, soaking the thread and keeping them together. You closed your eyes, hoping that someone would find you, help you, kill you. But your wishes were only met with more fear.

As Wanda entered the cave, she had a whole net of fish, more shells, and trinkets from the ocean floor, as well as the part of your ship you were going to miss the most: The picture of you, your father, and your mother. It was still in its gold-plated frame, the monotone black and white of the picture still prominent. “I brought you a couple things,” Wanda says, unapologetically. Setting the net down, she places a pink and coral-colored conch shell next to you on the bed, the picture, and what looks like a shell necklace that she put together herself.

You did not acknowledge her in the slightest. From the moment she walked into the cave, to the moment she begged you to talk to her. She even untied your arms and helped you sit up, but you didn’t say a word. In a fit of rage, she throws your body against the bed, letting you curl against yourself as you try to undo the thread.

“It's not going to come off. I put a spell on it, and until you talk to me, it will stay that way. Do you understand?” She holds your chin in her hands, her sharp nails digging into your soft, beautiful skin. You whimper in response, tears pooling in your eyes. A few fall, but Wanda is quick to wipe them away as you look up at her. She gives you a soft smile and your brows furrow. This smile is different, it's out of pity, and out of a different type of intent. “Please, say something…” She whispers, tears of her own filling her eyes.

“Wh-why did you do this to me?” You whimper, pulling your hands away from the thread and to your chest to cover yourself.

“Because you ran away… I told you to stay here, and you disobeyed me. This never would have happened if you just stayed, and enjoyed the sun like I so generously allowed you!”

Her eyes close, and she covers them with her hand. As she removes her hand, she sits down on the bed and her eyes soften as she looks at you. “I never wanted this to happen, love. You are mine, but I never wanted to hurt you.”

"All you are is a liar..." You respond, with no emotion in your voice, eyes, or heart. Wanda sighs and helps you sit up once again.

“My love for you is not a lie.” She says, moving to the floor as your legs drape over the side of the bed. She unties your thighs and ankles, her hands glowing a soft red color. Your legs lose feeling for only a moment, and you watch in awe as the thread is removed without pain or discomfort. It floats out of your skin, and the holes where it once was were closed. “Please forgive me, my little human. I won’t do this unless you make me angry. You won’t be punished if you don’t do something punishable. Do you understand me?”

You nod softly as the feeling returns to your legs. You stand up, as does Wanda. You stumble at first, but you slowly make your way out of the cave and over to the rock where your chain lay. You wrap the chain around your ankle and hold it up for Wanda to seal with her magic. She looks at you, confused.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

You sigh and you hold up your foot again. “Im showing you I can be good. That I can keep a promise of being good.” She understands and seals the lock over the two open links. You stand up again, and you make your way to the water. You have already accepted the fact that will rip the dress off of you when you get back inside anyway, so you stand in the sun, bathing in the warmth as you stand nude. You are grateful that the chain grants you the length to reach the water.

The waves make you sway slightly, and you close your eyes. Your destiny has proven itself, and you were to stay captive with Wanda.

Soon enough, day three hundred sixty-five (365) hits and you are smiling with Wanda. Happily letting her devour you every night to her heart's desire, as well as shower you with gifts and jewels she finds on her hunting trips. In a form of trust, you both agree to a collar around your neck. One that claims you as well as keeps you on the island when Wanda is away. It was a way for Wanda to make sure you were safe, and a way for you to feel secure in someone's watch. And if any pirates come to the island, it would notify Wanda if you were in danger.

She loved to see you in the sun, the jewels around your neck shimmering in the bright sunlight above you. A bright ruby right at the center of your neck, represents the love that Wanda has gifted upon you. Every morning when you woke up in her arms, you felt safe and sound, and no longer in danger of her. Of course, you were never going to make it home to Eleanore, so you threw a bottle with a letter in it into the ocean hoping that it finds her well.

Yours and Wandas' routine grew every day, her even letting you go for a swim. She would transform into her mermaid form, and you would hold onto her shoulders as she sped through the water at speeds you have never felt before. On other days, she would take you to the edge of the forest above her cave. She told you stories of the cannibals that lived among the trees but willingly agreed to keep on their side of the island and never venture past the river about a mile into the grove of trees.

You would tell stories of when you sailed with your father and cooked with your mother. Wanda loved to hear about humans and the hobbies or skills you can acquire with the right supplies and practice. She was infatuated with humans just as she was with you.

One of your favorite things to do with Wanda was lay out on the sand at night, a soft seaweed blanket underneath you both, the water reflecting the moon, and the stars shimmering above you. For every shooting star there was, you would point to it and give Wanda a soft kiss on her cheek, making her smile and return the kiss. That was a nightly ritual you both had and when the both of you had soaked up the moonlight for the perfect amount of time, she would take you inside and make love to you. She would worship you, and care for you. She gave you meaning in a world where you had no one else to be there for.

She loved you.

Your keeper loves you, yet you love her too.

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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Clean (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: Wanda cleans depressed readers room whenever she’s gone. (700 words)

A/N: Look at me posting so much lmao. Small story before I go to bed :) Also comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

You’re sick, you’ve been sick for a long time now. It started off as dreading doing basic things like showering, brushing your teeth and cleaning. Then it elevated to isolation and sleeping all day in just a few weeks. The sudden change was noticeable to everyone else, but no one could do anything.

In the rare times you did leave your room, it was to grab food and head back to the comfort of your own bed. During those five or so minutes, Wanda tends to secretly sneak into your room to clean up. It started off as cups and plates since she noticed they were gone from the shared kitchen, but lately, she's been washing your clothes. You never noticed, because you spent most of your time sleeping or on your phone.

Wanda knew this was a big invasion of your privacy, but she never dug deeper than just picking up a dish and returning it to the Kitchen. She made no effort to snoop around your room, all she wanted to do was help.

There were a few times you almost caught her, but thanks to her mind reading she was able to leave before you came in. The only reason you found out was because your entire bed sheet was gone one day.

You were in a long meeting so Wanda figured she had enough time to wash your sheets. You couldn't remember the last time you washed them so Wanda went in and did it for you. The dryer was taking too long, so by the time Wanda came back to return them, you were there standing in the middle of the room confused as to where your sheets went.

Wanda walked in before she realized you were in here. You turned to see her, and she stared at you with your bed sheet in hand. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it because you were so dumbfounded.

“This is weird,” Wanda spoke first. You both just stood there staring at each other.

“Yeah,” you respond. You point to your sheet, “Is that my…”

“Yeah,” she admits and holds it up. “This isn't what it looks like, I promise.”

You laugh, “Really? Because it looks like you took my sheets, Wanda.” Wanda sighed in relief knowing that you weren't mad at her, it was also nice seeing you smile after so long.

“I was just cleaning them. I didn't think you’d be here, I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea,” she explained. Blush made its way onto her face as she fidgeted with the fabric.

“Did you get promoted to a maid?” You question, laughing at how embarrassed she looks right now.

Wanda shakes her head, “no, I just, I, you-” she tries to find the words but explaining this situation was hard. “When you’re gone, sometimes I clean your room up a little. Mostly it's just dishes, sometimes clothing. I know I’m overstepping, and this is weird but ever since I noticed your change in behavior I wanted to help.”

Without any words, you step forward and bring her into a tight hug. She stood there shocked at first but then wrapped her arms around you. She only stepped away when she heard a muffled noise.

Her face dropped when she noticed tears forming in your eyes, “Why are you crying?”

“No these are good tears, happy tears,” you say and smile at her. You were overwhelmed with how much love you felt, it started to make you cry.

Wanda pulled you back into the hug and stroked your hair with her free hand. Your head rested on her shoulder as you two stood there peacefully. You knew Wanda would probably want to talk about things later but for now, you stayed connected to each other.

“I can't believe you own Batman sheets, that's so adorable,” Wanda says, breaking the silence.

A muffled laugh leaves your mouth as she teases you further. Wanda smiled and so did you. After this moment, you didn't have a dirty room again.

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scarlethexelove · 1 month

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Our Omega

Pairing: Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5155

Warnings: Smut, Wanda and Nat have a penis, Soft!Nat, Rough!Wanda, Heat, Mating mark, Knotting, Breeding, Someone tries to attack reader but Wanda and Nat stop them, Hints to lactation kink, I really don't think there is much else.

A/n: I really hope this isn't shit. I really liked writing this. Wanda isn't too rough in this one but definitely rougher than Nat. Just sweet alphas who don't treat their sweet Omega like shit.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

The door chimes causing your gaze to lift to the opening door. You’re shocked to see the people walking through the door. The Avengers have just walked through the door of your small bakery. Leading the group is the pack leader along with her mate. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, two alpha’s. The rest of the mostly alpha pack followed close behind. Normally so many alpha’s in an area won’t bother you but with you so close to your heat and being an unmated omega is making it difficult with all of them around. You put on a mask knowing you need to be your best when the most famous people in the world are in your bakery.

With a wide smile you greet the group. “Hi, I’m Y/n. We have a wide array of baked goods for you to choose from. Just let me know what you would like and I’ll get them all ready for you.” Wanda tilts her head looking at you curiously but you just give her soft smile back. Nat is also watching you but you can’t seem to read her. The gaze of both the alpha’s on you causes a light dusting of pink to cover your cheeks. The rest of the group looked around to see what they wanted to eat.

Nat clears her throat. “Everyone wait outside.” She demands the rest. “But I want to look.” Tony whines. Nat turns to look at the rest. “I said wait outside. We will get everyone something.” Nat’s demanding tone has your inner omega wanting to submit causing you to shrink in on yourself. As the rest go to wait outside the two alpha’s turn back to you noticing you’re dropped head and smaller form. “I’m so sorry mega. I thought it would be easier without everyone.”

You wanted to be thankful for what she did but at the same time you need to be able to handle a room full of alpha’s if you want to have a successful business. But you know she just meant well by her actions. You lift your head and give her a small smile. Brushing off your previous distress and ready to help the two women with everything they need.

With less alpha’s in the room their scents invade your senses. One of their scents laced with cinnamon and spices, reminding you of fall. The other smelling of sweet vanilla. Both of their scents are intoxicating already. Both women are very attractive but you know you can’t think like that they are already a mated pair and they probably wouldn’t want an omega like you. So you push it out of your mind and focus on running your business.

“What can I get for you?” You ask the women. They look around for a minute before Nat speaks up. “Two of everything.” You can’t help the look of shock at the woman's order. “A-are you sure?” She gives you a kind smile. “Yes please.” You nod and start moving around to get everything you need. “Of course. I’ll have everything ready for you in a few minutes.” You move around the area gracefully. Throwing in a few extras as you go. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy the Avengers.

You can feel their eyes following you but you are in your groove currently. Once you are done with everything they come up to the counter and Natasha pulls out her wallet. You wave your hands and shake your head. “No, no, no. It’s on the house, my treat. You guys do so much for the city. The least I can do is give you guys some food.” Nat shakes her head back at you. “I’m not sure your boss would like that. Also I insist.” She starts pulling out money ready to pay. “I’m actually the owner so I can give you whatever I want.” You tell the alpha. You would normally never talk back to an alpha, especially an Avenger but you want to get your point across. But neither of them are going to take no for an answer. Wanda takes some money out of Nat’s hands and gives it to you. You look down at the cash and back up at the alpha’s. You can tell by the looks on their faces that they will not take no for an answer. So you look back down at the cash in your hand and gasps. “This is way too much.” In your hand is almost $500 dollars, way more than what it cost to get everything.

Both alpha’s shake their heads. “Keep it. You deserve it.” Wanda says. She has the softest and kindest smile you have ever seen. “I-I-I don’t think I can take this.” You stutter trying to hand some of the money back but neither of them will have it. Wanda takes your hands in hers. “Please take it.” You look at her hands around yours and then back up to her face. A small blush covering your face when you nod. “Okay.” You say barely above a whisper. She smiles before she and Nat take the baked goods, making their way out leaving you shocked.

That is how your friendship with the Avengers started. After that day you saw at least one of them once a week. Sometimes alone and sometimes the whole team would come in. You built a friendship with each member but as they continue to come a crush on the two women formed. They were always so sweet and kind with you. Nat plays up a big persona of being hard and little emotion but you can see right through that facade. Which only makes your crush grow stronger, but you know you can’t act on it. So you leave it at that just a crush.

With the Avengers frequenting your bakery your business picks up exponentially. You had to hire more employees to help you keep up. One of those being your best friend Kate Bishop. You thank the Avengers for their business and the fact they have brought in more customers for you. Always trying to give them free food but none of them ever take it.

Today wasn’t like other days. You had 3 call offs and your heat was quickly approaching. You thought that you had a few more days but as the day drags on you know you won’t make it. You have already called Kate who had the day off hoping she could cover. She of course said she would but it would take her some time to get there. So now you’re fighting your heat and just waiting for her to get here.

The room is filled with alpha's, some of them pausing to look at you. A hungry look in their eyes as they realize what is going on with you. You want to run and hide but you can’t leave the store unattended so you suck it up the best you can. That is until a wave of burning stabbing pain hits your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around your stomach, hunching over as you hold in a whimper. You don’t even hear the ringing of the bell as another patron enters the building. Another stronger wave has you crumbling to the ground, a whimper escaping your lips.

You can now faintly hear a commotion but you can’t focus on the words or voices. You look up seeing an alpha about to jump over the counter when they are pulled back harshly. There is a commanding roar of an alpha that causes you to whine and bare your neck waiting for the alpha to approach. You wish your inner omega was stronger but with your heat here you can’t control it. Two alpha’s approach you quickly crouching down next to you. You let out another whine and strain your neck more.

“Oh milaya, none of that.” Wanda’s hand cups your cheek. Both of their scents invade your senses, calming you down slightly. You can’t help but nuzzle her hand causing her and the other woman to smile at you. A whimper escapes as another wave of pain courses through you. Leaving the women concerned for you. They have been falling for you just as much as you for them but they were worried you wouldn’t like them back or want to be involved with Avengers.

Just then Kate rushes in the door, her eyes scanning the room seeing that there had been a scuffle. Concerned for your safety when she can’t see you. She knows your heat is close, that is until she catches a whiff of your scent. She knows that you have gone into heat and how dangerous it is for you to have been here. She rushes around the counter stopping when she sees you curled in on yourself as Nat and Wanda crouch next to you. Wanda’s hand is still on your cheek. She lets out a growl at the woman. She knows that you aren’t in any danger with them but she instinctively wants to protect you while you’re so vulnerable. Neither of them move their concern only on you.

“Kate, we are here to help. We don’t want to hurt her.” Nat speaks calmly to the other omega. Kate looks from them back to you. She can see you, how you're trying to nuzzle in further to Wanda. She lets out a sigh. “Sorry alpha.” She puts her head down. Becoming part of the Avengers pack as Yelena’s omega has gotten her close to them and she didn’t want to disrespect the pack leader. “It’s ok. I know you are only trying to protect your friend.” Nat moves closer to you leaning down and moving to pick you up. She acts slowly to give you the chance to pull away but you don’t. It makes the woman smile as she picks you up. You quickly wrap yourself tightly around her and nuzzle into her scent gland. Breathing in her cinnamon scent that calms you.

“I think we will take her to the compound, she will be safe there. I don’t trust that after those alphas coming after her that she will be safe. They could easily follow her home.” Nat speaks to both Wanda and Kate. They both nod in agreement. “Kate, do you have this here?” Nat asks as she holds you closer to her. “Yeah I think I got this.” Kate replies before the door chimes. All three women go on defense growling at the scent of another alpha but all calm when they realize who it is. Kate’s mate Yelena struts through the door holding up her hands in surrender to the three as you whimper in Nat’s arms.

Yelena smirks at the older alpha when she sees you in her arms, wrapped tightly around the woman like a koala. Nat rolls her eyes when she sees how her sister is looking at her. “Lena!” Kate says bouncing over to her and throwing her arms around her neck pecking her lips. Yelena’s hands placed firmly on Kate’s hips. “Yel help Kate out here we are taking Y/n to the compound. Some alphas attacked so maybe help her clean up a bit.” Yelena looks around at the mess brows furrowed as Nat speaks. That is until she catches your sweet scent. Instantly understanding your predicament and understanding why the three were growling at her as she came in the door.

“Please be careful you two.” Wanda tells the alpha and her omega, handing Kate some money. Kate looks at the money and then back up to Wanda confused. “For damages.” Wanda explains. Kate is about to argue back about that but the look Wanda gives her tells her there is no room for that. She is second in command of the pack and will not take no for an answer. So Kate gives her a nod moving to start cleaning up the place, Yelena helping her mate clean as the two women leave with you.

Once the alphas get you to the compound they take you to the spare bedroom next to theirs not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might have. It has been hard for them to fight their inner alphas to not to just claim you as theirs. You’re currently wrapped around Wanda tightly as she walks into the room. She goes to put you on the bed but you don’t let go. “Malyshka can you let go?” She asks softly, but your only response is to shake your head and whine. Being in their arms is the most comfort you have had in a long time dulling the ache.

So the women decide to take you into their own room. If it provides you the comfort you need they will take the suffering to make you feel even the slightest bit better. Wanda sits down on the bed with you still wrapped around her. Your head in her neck as you let her scent drown out your senses. Nat walked away from the two of you for a few minutes before coming back. In her arms is a plethora of blankets. She sets them on the bed next to Wanda. “Detka?” She crouches down in front of you two and says softly. “Can you please come out? I brought you blankets for a nest.” Her voice is still soft, watching you for any movement.

Slowly you pull your head out, eyes landing on the pile. You hesitantly move not wanting to leave the comfort of the alpha but your inner omega is telling you to build your nest. “Thank you Nat.” You whisper, taking the blankets and moving to a corner of the room. It has been a losing battle to fight your inner omega who just craves the women. But you don’t want to overstep too much so you build your nest in the corner. You crawl into it moving things around till you’re comfortable.

Being around the alphas has dulled your pain. It is still there but in less intense waves, but the slick has increased. You can now feel it coating your thighs. The two have watched you intently, hard uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. It isn’t until your small voice breaks the silence in the room that they break from the trance. “Alphas?” You whimper. The women quickly move over to you concerned that something could be wrong. You look up to them with tears in your eyes, scared to ask anything more of them but craving their comfort.

Wanda’s hand gently cups your face, her thumb rubbing over your cheek gently. “Yes, omega. Do you need anything?” Wanda’s softness makes you purr as you nuzzle. “Please stay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they hear you. The women share a look before they agree. Nat gets in front of you which you instantly cuddle into her side, your head instinctively nuzzling into her neck. Wanda slots herself behind you. Both of them cuddle you tightly.

Nat notices it instantly, your warm slick slowly coating her thigh. You start grinding against her thigh. Your brain is not even registering it until you let out a soft moan. A look of panic crossing your face when you realize what you are doing. “I-I-I’m sorry.” You try to pull away but their arms wrapping around you tightly keeps you in place. “What do you need mega?” Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles. You let out another whine at her words wanting to beg them to use you, breed you, mark you, to become their mate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, sweet girl.” Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there.

You look up to the woman in front of you. “I want you, both of you.” You whisper. They are both slightly shocked but not entirely due to your recent actions. Nat’s hand cups your cheek. “Are you sure? This isn’t just your heat?” You shake your head no at her words. “Wanted you for a while. Didn’t think you wanted me. I’m nothing special.” You look down out of embarrassment waiting for the rejection, but it doesn’t come. Nat’s finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up at her. She gently kisses your lips before pulling back your breaths mingling together in the open space. “We want you too, and you are special. You are the most kind and gentle person we have ever met.”

It’s so quick that you don’t even notice. Wanda’s arms are removed from you and Nat has pushed you on your back hovering over you. “If you want us to stop or you change your mind you can tell us.” Nat tells you gently pecking your lips. “Are you sure you want this mega?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head. “We need words pretty girl.” You look at Wanda who is laying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Want you.” Was the only words that slipped past your lips. In an instant with red whisps all of your clothes are gone. You look at Wanda a bit shocked, a smirk playing on her lips.

Soon the alphas' clothes soon follow. Their rock hard cocks springing free of their confines. You feel Nat’s slap against your stomach causing you to look down. Your eyes widen at her sheer size wondering how she will fit. Your eyes then trail to Wanda. She looks even bigger than Nat, not by much but a noticeable difference. You can feel more of your slick coating your thighs as you whine.

Nat kisses your head as her hand guides her cock to your folds. Swiping through them coating herself in your arousal, her tip nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a moan as she keeps nudging. When she is satisfied, she moves the tip down to your entrance, looking at you for your confirmation that you're still ok. When you give her a nod, she slowly starts to push in. Slowly sinking her cock into your wet and warm cunt.

“Fuck so tight.” Nat moans as your walls clamp around her member. You’re so thankful for your heat, your slick allowing her to slip in easily. You wrap your legs around her waist as she sinks in further. When her thighs meet your ass you gasp at the fullness. You’ve never felt this full in your life and it feels so right.

Nat gives you some time to adjust to the stretch fighting her inner alpha to just pound into you mercilessly. Wanda turns your head leaning in to kiss you. Her hands reach between your bodies as she finds your breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaking your nipples causing you to moan in her mouth distracting you from the fact that Nat has pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Her pace is slow at first just getting used to you. You feel so good and she doesn’t want to cum too early.

When Nat feels like she can, her pace quickens. She fucks into you gently, her thrust deep as she angle just right. Hitting your spot deep inside. Wanda’s mouth is still on yours as she swallows all of your moans. Enjoying your full breast in her hands, groping at pinching her nipples as her mate fucks into you.

You don’t expect the alpha to be so gentle as she fucks you but it feels so good from her. Her caring and soft side showed through with every thrust of her hips. She leans up grabbing your hips watching as her cock disappears into your hole. Entranced by your sweet scent and how you take her so well. How your hips buck into her to meet her thrust trying to get her that much deeper. The outline of her cock bulging from your skin, she presses down and a loud moan is escaping you. She looks back up to watch as Wanda devours you, catching every whimper and moan until you can’t keep up anymore.

“So pretty and made for us. Taking me so well.” Nat praises you. “So perfectly wrapped around my cock squeezing me so tight. Fuck.” She moans when you clench. Your panting, eyes closed as your orgasm builds. One of Wanda’s hands drifting down between both of your bodies finding your bundle of nerves pinching it between her fingers. You cry out in pleasure and pain as she continues. Both women bring you so close to the edge. Your walls squeezing Nat tight, her grunts and moans filling your ears. Her knot starts to form hitting against your entrance, just begging to fill you.

Wanda’s hand continues toying with your clit as Nat drives her hips into you. Your legs are slightly shaking around Nat’s hips. She leans back down the more her knot swells. You're both close to cumming. She kisses your scent gland sending small waves of pleasure. Her hips become more erratic when her knot fully forms. Slamming against your entrance. With a few more thrust her knot pops in and her teeth sink into your neck. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. She marks you claiming you as her omega. Filling you with her cum as your back arches. Grinding into you as white hot ropes of cum fill you. Your cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her knot, milking her dry. She lets your neck go and licks your wound clean. You look up at her curious and hopeful eyes. She smiles and leans her head giving you access to the opposite side from where Wanda bit. You lean up sinking your teeth in her scent gland. She moans out and you don’t know how it is possible but you can feel a few more spurts of cum filling you. Which just causes you to moan around her bite. You release her and lick it clean just as she had done for you.

You’re both panting, Nat’s knot locking you together until it deflates. Wanda’s hands move away giving you two a chance to bond. Nat takes the time to gently move you both so that you are on your side. You feel the bond growing strong as you bask in the aftermath. She gently kisses your lips before leaning her forehead against yours. The room is silent until you break it. “Thank you.” You whisper between you two. Nat smiles. “No need to thank me detka. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” The three of you laugh. It’s funny how you all wanted each other but none of you thought the other would. “Me too.” You smile, your breath still heavy between you two.

When Nat’s knot finally deflates she removes herself from you. You let out a whimper at the lost feeling empty as your mixed cum leaks out of you. Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles against the naked skin. “My turn malyshka. I want you to ride me.” You look back at her, your eyes wide. “I-I’ve never.” You stutter a little having never ridden anyone before. She kisses your shoulder again. “That’s ok detka. You’re going to look so beautiful bouncing on my cock.”

You feel Wanda shift as she lays on her back. You turn yourself to look at her. She has her hands behind her head and her cock standing proud. You don’t know how she was so patient when you look at her cock. Her tip is angry red and pre-cum has leaked all down her shaft. Her hand moves to wrap around and gently jerk herself. She had wanted to save all of her cum for you to fill you even fuller than you already were. You hesitate for a moment before getting up and shifting. Throwing your leg over her hips hovering over her cock. Her hand is firmly around her cock lining it up with your entrance. You look at her for a second when she gives you a reassuring smile. You give her a small smile before you start to slowly sink down on her.

Wanda moves her hand back behind her head as she watches you sink down. “Fuck your right Natty. So fucking tight. Fuck even after you fucked her she is tight.” You blush at her words, finally sitting fully in her lap. You didn’t think you could feel this full. Both of them fit you so perfectly like they were made just for you.

You grind your hips experimentally, the movement causing you and Wanda to moan. You can see the cocky smirk on her face as she waits for you to fuck yourself on her cock. “Fuck I can feel both of your cums leaking all over my cock.” She bucks her hips up, enticing you to move. You groan, taking her hint as you lift yourself up before slamming yourself down. You set a slow and steady pace as you figure out your moments. Bringing yourself up before dropping back down. Wanda enjoys the sight of your breast bouncing every time you sink back down.

But your pace is a bit slow for the woman. “Ride me like you mean it detka. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.” You whimper, nodding your head and picking up the pace. Bouncing on her cock and grinding your hips when you meet her pelvis. The sight in front of her is perfect as the perfect omega rides her. Even at this angle Wanda can see a perfect outline of her cock filling your tight hole. Moaning knowing that you're so full of her and that she is going to fill you even more.

Whimpers and moans fill the room as you continue to fuck yourself on her cock. Soon you feel hands on your waist as Nat moves closer to you two she helps guid you quicker on fucking her mate. Wanda’s hands moving to your plush thighs digging her fingers into the soft flesh. Starting to buck her hips up to meet you. Fucking you harder than Nat did.

“Such a whore for us already. Taking our fat cocks in your tight little hole. Look at that.” Wanda presses her hand down hard on the bulge that appears on your lower abdomen. You cry out from the pleasure and her words, looking down to see her cock moving inside of you. Your walls clench her tightly at the sights. “Oh fuck you like that don’t you little whore. Love being fucked by your alpha’s.” Wanda’s moans, her words a stark contrast to Nat’s praises. She is rougher with her thrusts. Showing a different side to each woman.

Nat turns your head towards her and kisses you hungrily. Wanda sits up planting her feet and thrusting up hard and rough. You love the difference between the two. A gentle Nat and a rougher Wanda. It turns you on immensely more slick coating Wanda’s cock the harder she drives her hips up into you. Nat still helping you fuck yourself down on her cock.

“Such a perfect cock drunk whore for us. So pretty being our little cum dump, just for us to use.” With every word that Wanda speaks it sends you closer to the edge, your walls clamping down on her. You don’t know how she can keep her rough pace as your walls suffocate her cock. She moans as your walls tighten, her knot forming and pressing against your entrance begging to slip in. Wanda nibbles at your perky nipples. “Want to be bred full of our cum? Fill you with our pups?” You moan into Nat’s mouth mumbling a yes.

“These tits would look so perfect, full of milk, your belly swollen with our pups.” She bites down on your nipple causing you to break the kiss from nat and cry out. “Mmm.” You whimper, her thrust becoming erratic as your knot fully forms. Nat lets your waist go and Wanda wraps her arms around you thrusting up harder and faster. You didn’t think she could go any harder or faster but it has you moaning louder. Your arms tightly wrapped around her as your nails dig into her back causing her to moan at the sting.

Wanda moves her head to the other side of your neck biting into your other scent gland as her knot slips inside locking you two together. You scream out and throw your head back as your vision blurs, cumming harder than you ever have before. Wanda’s cum joins Nat’s deep inside you filling the void and feeding the desires of your inner omega. Your whole body trembles in her hold as your bond forms. She pulls away, licking your wound. She lets you take the side opposite of Nat’s mark cementing your bond to both women. Small spurts of cum still fill you as Wanda grinds helping you both to ride out your highs.

When you come down your rigid body slumps into Wanda nuzzling into her neck. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the side of your head. Her fingers gently rubbing at your back. Your arms loosely wrapped around her exhaustion taking over as you close your eyes.

“Are you ok sweet girl?” Wanda questions kissing your head again. You hum in response, throat raw from your previous actions. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” You could hear the concern in her voice. So you pull back a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, it was perfect. Both of you.” Your voice is hoarse. You look back at Nat who pecks your lips. You would think that Nat would be jealous of how your body reacted to Wanda but all you can see is the love in her eyes. The stark contrast between the two is something you already love. How gentle Nat praising you as she fucked into you and how Wanda was rougher degrading you.

When Wanda’s knot deflates they both help you up on wobbly legs taking you to a warm bath and cleaning you up. Your heat subsiding for the moment, a relief you thought you would never have. You’re all now cuddled up in your nest, your head on Nat’s chest, Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes droop shut as exhaustion from the day's events gets to you. If someone had told you that you would end up being the omega mate to two Avengers you would have laughed in their face but right now wrapped up with them is all you could have ever wished for. The love of two powerful and amazing alphas and they are all yours. “I love you two.” You mumble so close to sleep. Both women were smiling. “We love you too.” Wanda kisses your shoulder and Nat kisses your head. “Our omega.”

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