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#wanda x f!reader
reereeineedtopee · 3 months
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Y/N: At least two gay girls called me cute...
Natasha, with a flirty voice: Make that three...
Wanda, also flirting: Make that four...
Y/N, confused: Who are the other two??
Natasha, facepalming: Oh my god...
Wanda: Nevermind, back to two...
Y/N, in utter confusion: What is happening??
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five-bi-five-mind · 7 months
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New Addition
Fandom: Marvel
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader
Words: 5.5k+
Genre: Fluff & Smutt
Summary: After things get serious with Wanda, she's finally ready to let you meet the twins. When everything just clicks with all of you, Wanda is even more smitten and so are you. So much so, that she might be getting a little ahead of herself...
Warnings: fingering (r receiving); biting, strap-on use (r receiving); magic strap; mommy kink; praise; pet-names; cum-filled strap; top!Wanda, bottom!r; breeding kink (maybe?); let me know if I forgot things...
A/N: So this was a request I received on another Wanda fic of mine posted to AO3... figured I'd run with it. Also kinda hate both the name and the gif I came up with for this fic but oh well... anyways, yay 1k celebrationnnnn
Another New Addition (Part 2)
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“You did so good with them,” Wanda said with a soft smile. Her back pressed against the door as you walked further into her bedroom. “They absolutely loved you.” 
“I loved them too.” You returned her smile before turning around and taking in her room. Never had you stepped foot in here. You were honestly giddy just being in her home and taking in her surroundings, but now to finally be in her bedroom, a place that was so private and intimate to her… Well, you were over the moon.
In fact, you could probably say that you were glowing. In the six months that you had been with Wanda, you both decided to take things relatively slow. Any nights alone with her were spent at your apartment, not hers. You were totally okay with that. With Wanda having two boys, you knew what a big step it was to introduce you to them. That was always the plan though. Wanda had discussed it with you in detail. Once things got serious, if they got serious, you’d be slowly and gently integrated into their family dynamic. 
And of course, things got serious. What with Wanda blurting out how much she loved you within the first three months of your relationship and you immediately returning that sentiment with teary eyes. Still, you spent three months adjusting to that new development before you even thought about meeting her kids.
But then it finally came time to see them. Wanda approached you with a smile on her face, the one she got whenever she wanted something, and you willingly listened to her plea. Maybe the idea of meeting them utterly terrified you, but only because you knew how important it was for you to bond with them. You prepared yourself for some awkwardness, maybe even a little rejection from them at first. Lucky for you, you didn’t even need to worry at all. 
They were hesitant at first, but so were you. Wanda nudged the three of you along for maybe the first hour of meeting each other, but then it was like everything fell into place. It helped that deep inside you were kind of a big nerd. When they talked about their interests you immediately jumped in. That led Tommy to immediately beg for you to see all their stuff and Billy to tug you through the house until you reached their room. They then proceeded to give you a tour of what was quite possibly all of the items they ever owned. You nodded excitedly as they each took turns explaining just about everything in their possession and that just added to their excitement too. It felt like maybe minutes went by, but in reality over an hour had passed. 
Wanda, the whole time, just stood back and watched with the brightest smile glued to her face. The amount of pride and love she had for her boys was so evident in everything she did, but you didn’t have to see to know that. The way she would talk about them for hours with so much happiness in her voice had already told you as much, and you loved to listen to her talk about her family. Anytime she did, you couldn’t stop yourself from daydreaming about being added to their dynamic. It didn’t help that her love for you was also just as evident, making it easier for you to rationalize how easily you could fit in with the three of them. And as Wanda watched with delight at how fast you all clicked, she was filled with those same daydreams you often had. 
When it was rounding on three hours of you and the boys just spending time together, she finally broke the three of you out of your moment. It was probably important for all of you to eat even if you were just as disappointed as the twins when the three of you were torn from their extra detailed room tour. Wanda had to bite her lip to hold back a cheeky grin when she saw you following the boys out of their room with a matching pout. 
What really won you points with them was your insistence on pizza instead of Wanda putting in even more effort to orchestrate this perfect night with a fancy home-cooked dinner. She already worked so hard, she didn’t need to prepare some sort of three course meal too. Plus, the boys were over the moon for the idea of pizza and even more so when you said your favorite toppings were the same as theirs.
After full stomachs and more exciting conversation over just about everything the twins loved, you all settled with a movie. The movie was probably the hardest thing to pay attention to. The boys curled up on one side of the room, their eyes glued to whatever action scenes were unfolding on the screen. You weren’t really sure what the plot was and you didn’t even remember the movie title, not when Wanda had you wrapped up in her arms. 
It was all honestly very innocent. You leaned back on Wanda and she pulled a blanket over you both. Her fingers were innocently running up and down your arms as the movie went on, and while it was nothing inappropriate, it still made your heart race at the intimacy of it all. How could you pay attention to the movie when you were wrapped in the arms of the woman you loved and felt like you were instantly accepted into her family? You couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. 
As the movie continued, you looked across the room at her two boys who were slowly falling asleep while trying and failing to remain focused on the screen. There was a soft smile on your lips that had practically never left since the moment Wanda got comfy with you on the couch. As silly as it might be, you couldn’t help but think that you could get used to this. Your mind wandered to the idea of having weekly evenings like this, quietly spending time with Wanda and her family until they all finally saw you as their family too. Never had you wanted something more strongly than for this night to become a regular occurrence. Maybe it was too fast. After all, you just met the boys and you’ve been dating Wanda for less than a year, but something inside you just said that all of this was right. It was a gut feeling that told you this is exactly where you were supposed to be. With Wanda, helping raise the boys if she’d let you, and spending every day of the rest of your life loving the three of them with everything you had.
You rubbed at your eyes, feeling a little sappy for the tears that welled there from the realization of just how perfect everything was. Wanda took your movement as a sign that maybe you were just as sleepy as the boys, whispering in your ear if maybe the four of you should finish the movie another night. Wanda didn’t buy it when you shook your head and tried to convince her you weren’t that sleepy. 
Of course, no matter how convincing you were, the boys really were not. They were struggling to keep their eyes open, their little heads nodding back onto the couch every few minutes before they jostled themselves awake. While they weren’t in love with the idea of calling the night early, Wanda was so good with them and convincing that they eventually agreed. What really got to you, in a good way, was that Wanda promised you’d be back for another night like this and that’s what finally eased their minds enough to agree to tuck in for bed. 
After she had them all tucked in, they were both in a deep sleep within minutes. You hung back while Wanda got them ready for bed, but you heard the way she cooed at them and cared for them as they settled into bed. While she was doing that, you were sitting alone, waiting for her to guide you to her bedroom. It was at this point in the night that anxiousness crept back in. Both of you had talked about it and planned for this to also be the first time you were to sleep over at her house too. There had been plenty of times where Wanda had got a sitter overnight and stayed with you, but this still felt very new. It was a big deal, and you were getting a little in your head about it.
Eventually, Wanda returned to you, slipping her hand in yours and pulling you towards her bedroom. Her soft smile matched the one you had worn earlier and you tried to match it, but nerves were getting the best of you. If Wanda noticed, she didn’t say much. She just introduced you to her room and motioned for you to walk in before she followed behind you.
And now, here you both were. Her smile was large as she praised you for the day and your nerves had momentarily left your body as you beamed proudly back at her.
They really did seem to get along well with you and it was so important for both you and Wanda that that happened. It was like a dream come true honestly, to be so quickly accepted by her kids and to so quickly accept them too. You were excited about what the future could bring, if the four of you could truly be one big happy family like you hoped. It had been one evening, but suddenly you found yourself wanting that future more than anything else you’ve ever wanted in your entire life. As Wanda smiled back at you, you thought maybe you could confidently guess that she wanted the exact same. 
“Was it too presumptuous of me to promise the boys another family night?” Wanda looked at you with the most hopeful eyes as she spoke.
Family Night. Those words made your heart flutter. It really did seem like Wanda felt what you were feeling about the whole evening. It was like this meant-to-be connection between all of you. You knew Wanda was the one for you the moment you two met, and Wanda had hinted that the feeling was mutual too. Now, since you’ve met her family, that same gut feeling was even stronger. It felt like, not only was Wanda meant to be your person, but the three of them were meant to be your family too. 
“No, no, no.” You were maybe too eager to convince Wanda you were more than happy with that. “It wasn’t too presumptuous.”
Wanda pushed herself off from where she was leaning on her bedroom door. In a few steps, she was suddenly in front of you, her arms wrapped around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. 
“Really?” She smiled and you nodded enthusiastically. Her lips pressed to yours in a gentle, but brief kiss. 
“I’d love to do it again,” you said against her lips, leaning back in for more. “And again…” you kissed her once. “And again…” you kissed her once more. “And again.”
Wanda pulled back to look at you, her smile so contagious it made you forget all about your nervousness that you had just moments ago. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.” Wanda pressed her forehead to yours as she spoke. She placed her hands on either of your cheeks and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into her touch. “I’ve been picturing this since the day I met you and it was all so perfect. You’re perfect.”
You closed your eyes as she spoke such sweet words to you. It was all making you so incredibly happy that you were at a loss for words. Your hands came up to cover Wanda’s and you turned your head to kiss the palm of one of her hands. She hummed softly to herself for a second, her forehead still pressed to yours.
You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in how happy and in love both of you were. One of the biggest things about tonight, other than being accepted by the two most important people in Wanda’s life, was that all of this just made your love for her even stronger. Wanda, of course, felt the exact same way. 
As she watched you, she was in awe of how good you were with them. It was almost like you slipped into a role she had never seen from you, but had hoped was there or would develop over time. As the boys talked to you about their interests and their lives, you showed this almost maternal side; one that knew how to respond to even the silliest of things they said to you. And then you also had this goofy, friendly side to you that matched her boys’ energy so perfectly, it was like a match made in heaven. As Wanda watched you throughout the night, she couldn’t imagine a better partner to integrate into her family dynamic. 
When the movie was playing, Wanda was filled with daydreams of what making you a permanent part of her family would look like. The evenings you’d spend with her and the twins, the adventures you’d all go on, the fun and love you’d share. To Wanda, those daydreams felt very possible to actualize and she planned to do so. Wanda knew, when she first met you, that you would be someone good for her boys, and she felt even more validated as the evening went on.
As Wanda was promising the boys that you would be back, she was consumed with thoughts of how fast she really could convince you to take more steps into a bigger commitment with her. There were quick little thoughts that popped into her mind about proposing, asking you to move in, talking to you about future building in a more real and permanent sense. She had a small worry that she was moving too fast. Not in a way that she thought things between the two of you would go bad, but just that she didn’t want to bombard you with so much so quickly. Except, these little thoughts about a future with you got bigger and louder as she pulled you to her bedroom. In the short walk it took to drag you through her halls, she started having ideas about even expanding the family with you. Seeing you not only become a co-parent to her twins, but carrying and being a mother to another child of hers. 
That last idea was even stronger when she finally had her arms around you in the privacy of her own bedroom. She was getting ahead of herself with all of these images of you becoming her wife and her coming home to you, her boys, and possibly a new addition to her family. The thought of you and her creating a new life together was starting to intrigue her. Maybe a little too much… 
Wanda leaned into you again, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The kind that had you leaning forward for more when she pulled away. She let out a soft laugh at your actions, but continued to deny you another kiss to your lips. Instead, she pressed hers to your cheek and then your other, showering you with soft kisses all over your face and enjoying the warmth she felt rise on your skin from her actions. 
You couldn’t stop your smile from growing as she treated you with such tenderness. Your heart raced as she moved her lips to jaw and then cupped your chin to tilt your head and press her lips to your pulse point. She trailed her lips down your neck then, with feather light kisses as she went. Her hands moved down to encircle your waist again and press the two of you even closer together. Your head swam at the feeling of her lips on you and being engulfed in her warmth. She really was perfect for you. It was like she knew exactly how to make you melt in the palm of her hand. 
“You’re so beautiful,” Wanda murmured against your neck, her teeth lightly nibbling at the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of her lips on your neck and you hummed an incoherent response. “I love you so much,” Wanda continued, her lips moving back up to your own before placing another kiss to them.
“And I love you,” You whispered into the kiss. Wanda kissed you again at that, but this time a little harder. The kiss was slow, but she was moving her lips against yours in such a way that had you already feeling drunk on them alone. Your lips parted and Wanda’s tongue peeked out, running against yours ever so slightly, but just enough to cause you to shiver. And then, all too soon she pulled away, leaving you breathless in her wake. 
“I’ve been working on something I want to try…” Wanda’s voice was quiet as she pulled back slightly. You’ve seen a lot of sides of Wanda, but this one was a little new. It almost seemed like she was shy, nervous even, for whatever she had in mind. 
You met her eyes, giving her a gentle smile while you waited for her to continue. The arms around you moved, hands slipping underneath your shirt to press flat to your back. She ran her hands up slowly as she nibbled on her lip, you could tell she was hesitant about what she would say next. 
“Wanda,” you urged. “What is it?” You let out a soft, nervous giggle. Whatever she had in mind had you excited already, but the way she was being so withholding about it made waiting for the reveal a little anxiety inducing. 
“Do you trust me?” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned back in. 
“Of course,” you said breathlessly, waiting for her lips to press against yours once more. This time when they did, her hands pressed your body fully against her own when your lips met. The way she kissed you had your head spinning. It wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle. It was hungry.
When you parted your lips for her, she licked into your mouth and you couldn’t help the soft moan that broke free. This only egged Wanda on further, moving her hands until she was pulling your shirt up and then completely off. In the moment that her actions broke the kiss you took a deep breath before Wanda’s lips smashed back into yours. Your hands tangled in her hair and you pressed yourself against her as if any minuscule amount of space was too much for you. 
“Are you sure?” Wanda mumbled against your lips, but you were too lost in hers to respond. 
Wanda pulled her head back and chuckled at the pout that followed after. “Baby, are you sure?” Wanda asked again, to which you fervently nodded. “Will you let me try something, then?”
“Anything,” you mumbled.
“Good…” Wanda trailed off before pushing you to walk backwards until your legs hit the foot of the bed. “Sit back for me, pretty girl.” You did as you were told, your face flushed a darker shade of pink from her use of pet names. 
Wanda leaned down over you as you scooted yourself onto the bed, hooking her hands into your belt loops. You knew what she wanted and one hand quickly went to unbutton your jeans before she gave them a hard yank towards her. With some awkward maneuvering, you helped her get them all the way off your body, along with your panties, and then looked up expectantly at her. 
Her clothes met yours on her bedroom floor. Both of you stood still for second, each taking in the other’s naked form. Wanda was gorgeous, standing there in nothing in front of you and she thought the same as you sat propped up on her bed. 
After a moment, Wanda lifted her hand up and you watched as she briefly flicked her fingers. Then, when her eyes moved down her own body, yours followed and your eyes practically bugged out of your head. Okay, this was something new. 
Between her legs, attached with straps, was a dark red dildo. It wasn’t small, but you didn’t think it was necessarily too big either. It wasn’t like you weren’t interested in trying this with Wanda, it was just that you two hadn’t even talked about introducing toys in the bedroom yet and suddenly, with a literal snap of her fingers, it was there in front of you. 
Wanda looked back up at you, a subtle swirl of red shining in her eyes. “Is this okay?” Wanda flicked her eyes back down to the toy between her legs before looking up at you again. 
Your mouth went dry, trying to find the words to tell her yes; it was more than okay. But you were also nervous with anticipation for her to finally touch you and use it. You swallowed hard. “Y-yeah,” you struggled, “it is.”
Wanda’s smile turned a little predatory as she took a step towards the bed again. She felt so proud of you, seeing how willing you were to do this with her. You were nervous, Wanda could tell, but she had a feeling once you both tried this it would soon become a favorite for both of you. 
She crawled onto the bed, her naked form hovering over yours and you gulped at the proximity. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been like this with Wanda before, it’s just that there was never the addition of what was in between her legs in the mix. 
Wanda kissed your lips again, long and lingering, before she moved to kiss down your chest. Her hands ran from your chest, fingers dancing across your nipples, until they moved further down. She brushed the tips of her fingers across your skin with such gentleness, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until finally she reached between your legs. Her fingers met your wetness already, the kisses she gave mixed with the perfection that is her body had you already in need of her touch. When the tips of her fingers brushed your clit, a shiver ran through your body, and when they repeated their feather light touch, Wanda reveled in the fact that your body reacted so easily to her. 
Lips kissed back up to your neck and a hand pressed to your sternum until you were finally fully laying back on the bed. Your head tilted back to let Wanda run her tongue down the most sensitive parts of the flesh there. By this time, Wanda had started to steadily circle your clit with her fingers, causing soft, breathy sighs to fall from your lips. 
The excitement of all of this was getting to her. To say it was hard to wait, was an understatement. Wanda was so floored by your reactions and couldn’t wait to try what she had planned for you. If you were already this worked up from light touches, she could only anticipate how you’d react when she was inside you in a way she hadn’t been before. But still, she needed to go slow, prepare you. She didn’t want to break you after all. 
Her fingers ran down your folds, tracing your entrance before slowly dipping two in. You let out a gasp that was only made louder by the way Wanda moved to your chest and took a nipple into her mouth. Her tongue ran over your nipples, switching between the two, as she pumped her fingers into you at a leisurely pace. Whines were filling the room and she knew you were frustrated with how slow she was touching you. It seemed you both were excited for the main event. 
When your hips started to move with her fingers, Wanda could tell this was your pathetic attempt to make yourself cum. Her free hand went straight to your hip, her grip a bit harsh as she forced your body to still on the mattress. “Shhh, baby, not yet,” she purred. “You’re not going to cum on my fingers tonight.”
You huffed in frustration and Wanda pulled her fingers all the way out. That had you really whiny. Wanda bit her lip to try to hide the smug smile that tugged on her lips, half considering to tease you for awhile before she really started to fuck you. But then again, she was too excited to wait any longer. 
Sitting back on the bed, Wanda moved your legs until she was between them with either of them hooked over her hips. She sat there for a moment, admiring the sight before her. She knew you were wet from how she was already touching you, but to see your pussy drip with your wetness made her mouth water. 
“Wanda…” you pleaded after a moment passed and Wanda continued to just hungrily stare. 
She snapped out of it with your plea, her hand moving to wrap around the deep red toy before lining it up with your entrance. “This isn’t just a toy. It’s magic,” Wanda said, her body still with the tip of it barely pushing into you. “I’ll be able to feel you.” 
It took you a moment to register what she meant, but she didn’t really give you a moment. Her hips pressed forward and you felt her enter you completely. “Oh!” You moaned as you felt your walls stretch around her. 
Wanda groaned as she entered you, her eyes squeezing shut. She was trying to take in deep breaths, trying to restrain herself, but dear god the feeling of you was intoxicating. 
Your head fell back down onto the pillow as Wanda rolled her hips, her cock hitting deep inside you. She had a hold of your hips as your legs were still propped on hers, it gave her the best angle to hit deeper. The way she could feel every inch of the toy inside your pussy had her head swimming.
Wanda tried to start at a slow pace, she really did, but with each pump of her hips you let out an adorable whimper and she felt your pussy practically twitch around her. It was all too much. With your legs still hooked to her, Wanda fell forward onto the mattress, your bodies pressed together, with her hands barely holding her up. With this position, your legs hooked over her waist, Wanda could fuck you deeper and all her restraint broke.
“Holy shi-“ Wanda cut herself off with a low moan. The way her body was moving against yours had your head spinning, her pace increasing more and more. “I knew- fuck- I knew it would feel good, but not this fucking good.” 
Wanda’s hips were rolling into you in such a way that your whole body rocked back with the power of her thrusts. One hand grabbed onto the forearm by your head. Your nails dug into her skin as she kept pulling her cock almost all the way out of you just to slam it back in. She definitely wasn’t being gentle with you anymore and you couldn’t begin to care. The force of her cock pumping into you had your whole body deliciously shaking.
Wanda was barely holding herself up as it is, but when your pussy started tightening around her cock she couldn’t keep it up. She was fully pressed against you, quite literally fucking you into the mattress. Her face was tucked into the side of your neck as her hands flew back to your hips, moving your body into hers so she could grind you onto her cock while she fucked you. 
Your hand flew to your mouth, balled in a fist. Your teeth dug into your knuckles to try to muffle any sounds that were coming out of you, while Wanda hid her groans of pleasure into your neck. “You feel so fucking good,” Wanda growled in your ear as the force of her thrusts increased. “You’re gonna cum on mommy’s cock, okay princess?”
The way she was talking was also new, but it just added to your building orgasm. You nodded desperately, helpless to do anything but let her continue to fuck into you with abandon. 
“I’m gonna cum inside you,” she groaned. “Wouldn’t you like that? Let mommy cum inside you, paint your pretty pussy with my cum. Tell me you want my cum.”
“Y-yes please,” you stammered. 
Her movements were becoming more erratic and as you were approaching your edge, you knew she was too. The way your pussy was squeezing her tight, mixed with the way you struggled to stay quiet was too much for her. Wanda came and she came hard, her teeth digging into your neck to muffle her moans. 
The second she came you felt her cum hit your walls. A gasp was barely muffled when your own orgasm hit you. The surprising feeling of her warm cum inside you mixed with the sting of her bite had your body quake and tears well in your eyes at the sheer power of your orgasm. 
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Wanda groaned into your neck, her hips continuing to move and fuck her cum into you. The way she felt your orgasm had her cum again, filling your pussy up and prolonging your own orgasm. 
When you finally came down your body slumped onto the bed, your eyes shut tight as you tried to catch your breath. Wanda pressed her head to your chest, listening to your racing heartbeat as she tried to calm down from her own orgasms. 
“Oh my god,” you whispered in wonder. That was intense. She drew from you what was probably the most powerful orgasm of your life. 
“Yeah, oh my god.” Wanda let out a breathless laugh. Wanda pulled out of you after a moment, a shiver running through your body as she did. 
She sat back up, her cum dripping from your entrance. You continued to lay on the bed, still utterly spent as Wanda trailed her fingers down your thighs. “You look so pretty with my cum dripping down your thighs,” she whispered to herself more than to you. You just hummed, your eyes still shut as you tried to calm your breathing.  “Wonder how many times until it takes…”
You perked up at that, your eyes opening to glance at Wanda. “What do you mean?” You were more curious than worried about her odd remark. 
“I said it was magic…” Wanda trailed off, her fingers continuing to idly trace across your skin. “You’d look so beautiful carrying my child.”
“Wanda…” You sat up fully at this. The look you gave her told her you were feeling hesitant now, but Wanda just met your eyes with a soft smile.
“Don’t worry.” Her fingers stilled as she spoke. “I’m still figuring it out, nothing should happen this time. It took me a while just to conjure up something I could feel. To create life with it intentionally will take work. I don’t think I’m there yet.”
There was a lot of interesting wording in that, but you chose to ignore it. After all, it wasn’t even a couple hours ago that you were thinking similar thoughts about being a part of and maybe even expanding Wanda’s family. If she was really worried about that sort of risk she would’ve told you up front. At least, you hoped so. 
In truth, Wanda really wasn’t sure. She thought, as far as she knew, what she was saying was true. If she was being honest with herself, she probably should’ve given more thought to the whole ordeal and what consequences might come after, but when Wanda had this idea in her mind she was just too excited to postpone it. The sheer need to feel you as she fucked you and to be able to actually cum inside you was too overwhelming. She didn’t want to wait another minute after tonight, so threw caution to the wind. 
If there are results that come after this night, while she seriously doubted it, she did technically tell you it was magic before you two started. Hopefully, you had some understanding of the unpredictability of things like that. Although, the two of you were already on the same page. Neither of you would mind these repercussions, despite the short time you’ve been together. Wanda knew you were meant to be hers, meant to be in this family, so why not solidify it?
“Can we…” You bit your lip for a moment, a blush creeping to your cheeks again as Wanda waited for you to continue. “Can we try it again?”
Wanda’s grin was dazzling as she happily agreed.
Repercussions be damned. 
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Wanda, holding a rock: Y/n just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Natasha : If you don't marry Y/n, I will.
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Business as Unusual
summary: You have always been one of Wanda's favorite employees. You will do anything she asks. What happens when her wife finds out? What happens when you find out the secrets of the company?
pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader
word count: 7.7k
warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander
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Chapter One: The Fall
You were definitely going to lose your job today. You wished that you could say that this was the first time running this late to work, but that would be a bold face lie. To be fair it wasn’t ever due to general laziness, or lack of concern for your job security. The public transport into the suburbs from the city never quite arrived on time. Not to say that you couldn’t just drive to work, but the lack of owning an automobile created a whole slew of additional issues. Your prized water bottle thwacks hard against the back of your thighs, creating additional bruises, as you sprint down the sidewalk. It clangs with every step you take. It was a prize possession of yours. A treat to yourself for landing the job at R&M Industries just two years prior.  A purchase based on the fact that you would have to take the train into the suburbs, and your ex-girlfriend's constant pestering that you didn't drink enough water. Only two more blocks until you are safely to the office. Hopefully your boss, Mr. Rogers, is in the scheduled staff meeting, and doesn’t notice that you are 15 minutes late.
Crossing the intersection, the small pedestrian sign starts to count backward from 10 indicating that you will have to wait another few minutes to get across the street. You cannot afford another moment. Taking a deep breath you make a short dash across the street. Barely beating the pedestrian countdown clock. The weight of your backpack slamming into your back with every step. You do your best to not wince as the straps dig further into your bony shoulders. A piercing stab in your lungs continues to burn with each inhale. Taking a mental note that you should hit your inhaler once you are at your desk, you trudge forward.
Yet, as you are about to step up onto the sidewalk you feel your legs buckle and collapse beneath you, and you stumble (rather ungracefully) to the ground. The thin skin of your chin makes direct contact with the concrete of the sidewalk. Your teeth grind together, and you know that you’re bleeding before you can even register the embarrassment. Tear pool in the corners of your eyes. Blinking back the impending tears, you stare down at the palms of your hands, which are pretty scrapped up, but barely bleeding. So much for getting to the office at least 15 minutes late. You needed to get inside without causing any kind of commotion. Each entrance to the building had a secretary close by. Fists pressing against your eyes in frustration; you can feel the impending sob building in your chest.
“Fucking Idiot,” You mutter as you try to find your way back to a standing position. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, like your old therapist told you to do when your anxiety got the better of you. When you open your eyes again you take a moment to inspect the damage of your fall, and notice that your water bottle has completely fallen off its chain, nowhere to be found. Screaming internal profanities you blink back a round of fresh tears. Crying at the office was not like you. Crying was meant for the depths of your apartment. Solitude was the only place that such a shameful emotion could come alive. This was no condition to enter a work day with.
Nothing had gone right this morning. The hot water went, your cell phone didn’t charge, the train was late, and now this. On your knees in the middle of the sidewalk you try to pull it together once again. You couldn’t afford to miss a day of work. You're catastrophizing again, you think to yourself. “ Find the positives in the situation, Y/N, there is always a silver lining.” The therapist's advice rings in your ears. It must be a real fucking small silver line, you think, trying to push out his condescending advice.
“Y/N?” A warm husky voice asks. Looking up, a rush of realization falls over you. Your gaze is met with green eyes, which are wide with alarm.
“Ms. Maximoff!- I am so sorry I am late! I-” She cuts you off by crouching down to your level. If you hadn’t been sitting in your own shame, you probably would have been impressed with Wanda’s ability to crouch in heels. Her power suit of the day was a deep burgundy.
“Your face is covered in blood, Y/N.” Your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Looking down at your hands you spin the ring on your middle finger. Feeling like a little kid who fell off their bicycle.
“Oh, Yeah that. It’s nothing.” You say with a failed attempt at a laugh. Unfortunately your laugh has an air of hysterics in it. You scramble, trying to get to your feet. Wanda watches you. Her eyebrows knit together in disapproval. That’s when you can taste the blood in your mouth. The coppery metallic dances its way across your tongue. You grimace, and Wanda notices. Swiftly she slides the straps of your backpack off your shoulders, and you let her. Stunned at the touch from the older woman. She slings your pack over one of her shoulders with ease. Silently, you accept her assistance, thankful to not have the straps digging into your shoulders anymore.
“At least let me help you.” Wanda says with a kind smile.
“I’m sorry. I am probably making you late to the staff meeting,” She puts up a hand. Your mouth snaps shut.
“You’re not the only one who’s running late, Ms. Y/L/N, and honestly,” Wanda smirks looking down at you playfully, “between you and me, It’s Mr. Strange’s turn to present this month and well.” She feigns a yawn. You bite back a giggle. Wanda’s nose scrunches in the way it does when she’s genuinely happy. This is why you’d always enjoyed being around Wanda. She was fierce, and led with an iron fist, but there was a playfulness about her that came out whenever you two were alone. Secretly, you were glad that she found you.
“Let’s get you inside. I think Yelena has a first aid kit in her office,
Wanda carries your backpack with ease as the two of you make your way up the two flights of steps to Yelena Belenova’s office. As you rounded the corner you notice that Yelena is nowhere in sight, but Wanda lets herself in without hesitation. She places your backpack on Yelena’s desk. Nervously you stand in the doorway to Yelena’s office. Wringing your hands together behind your back. Yelena was a friend of Wanda’s, you knew this. Yelena was also the head of her department, and more importantly she was COO of the company. But what held the most importance was that Yelena was Wanda’s sister in-law. Wanda had privileges as CEO, and as the Executive Chairwoman’s wife. Since starting with the company two years prior there had been an unspoken rule of stay out of an office unless invited, and do not speak without being spoken to. As a people pleaser with a need to avoid conflict at all costs… These rules were easy to follow.
Wanda doesn’t really notice that you are hovering in the doorway until she’s rummaging through Yelena’s filing cabinets behind her desk. She pulls out box after box of microwavable Kraft Mac and Cheese. There had to be at least six in her desk drawer alone. You wonder how Yelena stayed so fit when her breakfast every morning was espresso and a cup of Microwavable Mac and Cheese.
“Always so messy,” Wanda mutters to herself in disapproval.
For a moment she looks up at you. The corner’s of her mouth turning up the tiniest bit as she stares at you in the doorway like an obedient child. She plucks the medium sized box red and white from the cabinet. Holding the first aid kit in her left hand, she pulls your backpack back over her right shoulder. Wanda places a reassuring hand on your shoulder leading you away from Yelena’s office.
“C’mon, let’s head up to my office so we can get you cleaned up,”
Wanda and you make your way to the elevators, and take it to the 6th floor. Her arm stayed draped across your shoulders. It feels reassuring to have someone holding you so close. You can’t remember the last time someone held you this close. You allow yourself to bask in the feeling for just a moment. But when the elevator chimes, and the doors open, Wanda’s arm pulls away as she gestures for you to lead the way. Her secretary quickly hangs up her cell phone, and stands to greet us. She smiles kindly at Wanda, her brown eyes filled with warmth.
“Ms. Maximoff, Good Morning.” She turns her smile to you, and it falters as she takes in the state of my face. Your stomach sinks as you cannot recall her name. Despite being with the company for over two years now… you kept a pretty low profile. The sinking feeling makes you squirm under her gaze. Her curly hair pulled into a low bun, with a few strands hanging loose in her face.
“Y/N, are you alright?” You nod your head, tearing your gaze away from the girl. Cheeks blazing from the unwanted attention. Suddenly the floor has captured all of your attention with the way you stared down at it.
“MJ, Y/N had quite the fall on her way into the office this morning. If anyone calls wondering where I am tell them that Y/N and I are in a meeting,”
“Will do, Ms. Maximoff. Is there anything I can get for you?”
“I’ll have my usual, Y/N?” Wanda looks down at you expectantly. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“B-black coffee please,” Your voice sounds small, and you grimace at your nervous stutter. It reminds you of all the times your father forced you to order my own food at a restaurant. Claiming that a stutter would resolve itself if you could only “gain a fucking backbone.” You divert your gaze to the floor again, studying the patterns in the linoleum tile.
“And a bottle of water for Y/N. Her water bottle appears to have gone missing,” Heart springing to life in your chest at the small detail that Wanda noticed. Wanda opens the door to her office, and ushers you inside with a delicate hand on the small of your back.
You had been inside Wanda’s office before, briefly, the day Natasha hired you. Natasha sat opposite of you at Wanda’s desk. Since Natasha primarily worked remote, and when she came into the office she would work in Wanda’s office. Her wife didn’t seem to mind. You think back to that day as you sit on the sofa in Wanda’s large office. The room is spotless, and filled with plants. Wanda sat down across from you, perched on the coffee table. She opens the medium sized first aid kit, and pulls out bandages and antiseptic. At this point the blood in your mouth had stopped flowing, but the bitter taste lingered.
“I can do this. I-I’m sorry. You probably have so much to do, and I am just eating up your time.” You reach forward to take the first aid kit from Wanda’s lap. Her hands still, and she tilts her head with a smile on her face as she looks up at you.
“Y/N if you apologize to me one more time,” Wanda warns with a stern tone, her Sokovian accent leaking through. Your mouth snaps shut. Wanda hums approvingly, and reaches for your hand, flipping it palm up. She rests your hand gently in her lap, and begins to dab antiseptic over the scrape. It burns, and you suck in air between gritted teeth.
“Now, tell me,” She says as she puts antibiotic ointment over a bandage, “Is there a reason that you are late again?” She smoothes the bandage over the wound. Her thumbs smooth the sealant of the bandage. You purse your lips, trying to think of the right words. Shame flooding your thoughts. She notices you hesitating, and squeezes your knee with her free hand.
“You are not in trouble, Y/N. You can tell me,” Her voice is sweet, and her gaze bores into yours. Taking a deep breath, mustering up the courage to tell Wanda your reasoning.
“I don’t have a car and I live in the city so the train runs late most of the time.” The words began to rush out of you, “And I know, I know! I could learn to drive, but I live alone and don’t have anyone to teach me, and cars are expensive, and…” Your voice comes out high pitched and nearly frantic. You feel your blush deepen as you sit there not wanting to admit a deep rooted fear of driving to your boss. Wanda rubs small circles into your knee with her thumb, it’s reassuring.
“And?” She urges you to go on, your eyes meeting again.
“I’m scared to drive,”You whisper, hanging your head, looking anywhere but her eyes. You can feel her gaze burning into you.
“That’s a valid fear, sweetheart. Many people have a fear of driving. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” You think she can tell that you desperately want her to drop the subject. In that moment there was nothing more that you wanted than the floor to open and swallow you whole. The vulnerability left you feeling weak. Wanda opens her mouth to say more, but a knock on the door interrupts her. Mentally you thank the universe for the interruption.
“Ms. Maximoff, I have yours and Y/N’s drinks.” MJ’s voice announces on the other side of the office door. Wanda finishes up your other hand, and says
“Come in MJ,” Wanda’s voice is lighthearted. Wanda pushes down on her knees as she stands up. MJ enters Wanda’s office, placing the tray on the coffee table.
“Your hands look much better, Y/N!” She smiles at you kindly. You delicately smile, and motioned to Wanda,
“Who knew Ms. Maximoff was a business woman AND a nurse,” you giggle, and MJ joined in. You mentally take note that you should ask MJ to grab a drink sometime. God knows did you need more friends. You and MJ smile at each other as Wanda rolls her eyes.
“Please- I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” She brushes her long strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “Just have that instinct I guess,” Your breath hitches as she smiles at you again, her nose scrunching the way it does which tells you she means it. MJ agrees before turning to Wanda,
“Ms. Romanov just called, and she is on her way to the office. Shall I call the Italian place around the corner and reserve a table for you for lunch?” Wanda doesn’t hesitate before responding,
“Yes, please tell Dominic to reserve our usual table.” MJ nods her head, and exits the room without another word. Wanda opens the bottle of water on the tray, and hands it to you,
“Drink, honey. You lost quite a bit of blood.” Nodding you bring the bottle to your lips, and take a sip. The cool water sloshes around in your mouth, clearing out the residue of dried blood lingering on your taste buds.
“Very good, Y/N,” Wanda’s voice is gentle as she gets back to work preparing to clean your face. She brings a warm wet cloth to your chin, assuring that the wound is free of any bacteria. Wanda’s closeness has your face burning. You hear every breath she takes with her face a couple of inches from your own. Wanda clearly does not mind the close proximity of your faces. Why would she be bothered? Like she said, she has a maternal instinct about her.
She is just helping you since you’re an employee, and she probably doesn’t want to get sued or something for falling on company property? You say to yourself over and over again.
“This is going to hurt again, be brave for me,” Wanda says with a softness that creates knots in your stomach. The antiseptic burns, and you wince again as Wanda dabs it onto the wound.
“More than halfway there, sweetheart.”
She talks you through the process, as she grabs the final bandage from the coffee table. Like before she adds the antibiotic ointment to the bandage, and smoothes it against the wound on your chin. Wanda’s hands cradling your face. The coolness of her rings feels amazing against the heated flush of your face.
“There we go, all done!” She runs her thumb over your cheek bone, and smiles down at you, before adding, “You did so good for me,” Little does Wanda know that your stomach does a backflip at her words. You beam under her praise. Wanda hums and releases your face. Like in the elevator, the feeling of instant loss falls over you from the lack of her touch. Your body craves  her warmth. Were you really this touch starved that you would ache for your married bosses touch? Wanda pats your knee before walking over to her desk.
“Well I guess I should get to work, Thank you again Ms. Maximoff-” Wanda, who was thumbing through a stack of papers on her desk, looks at you. She cocks an eyebrow.
“Wanda, Y/N.” You swallow dryly. You’d lost count of how many times that you blushed in front of her today, praying that she mistook it for shyness.
“Wanda, thank you for everything, but I should be getting back down to my desk.” Wanda sets the stack of papers back down, and leans back against her own desk. She smiles, crossing her arms across her chest. You stand feeling her gaze on you again, hands behind your back in their usual position, fingers squeezing together.
“That won’t be necessary. I am ordering a car to take you home. Your assignment today will be to rest. Go home, read a book, take a nap, take a walk in the sunshine, and return back here, to my office at 9am for your next assignment.” You can not comprehend what she is saying. Take the rest of the day off? That might be all well and good for someone that could afford groceries, but you lived off of Instant Noodles and Peanut Butter toast.
“Wanda, I really need to work. I desperately need the money. I-” She cuts you off with the stern tilt of her head, before she continues,
“As far as anyone is concerned, you were here today. You were running errands for me, and I will see to it that Mr. Rogers knows that you work directly for me now.” Her eyes remained on you,  cocking another eyebrow, as if to say, ‘ Is that understood ?’ You nod your head, indicating that, yes you understood. Her words were loud and clear. Yes you would work for her, and yes you would go home, go for a walk, take a nap, and return back to her well rested. Wanda’s stern expression melts into a more gentle one.
“Good girl, now have a seat while I call you a car,” Without another word you sit back down on the couch, and pull out your phone. Scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Trying to desperately distract yourself from the woman across the room. Wanda calls the car, and when it arrives she helps you put your backpack on. Before you go you turn to thank her for all of her help today, but the words don’t find your lips. Her hands begin to fiddle with the straps of your backpack. The sagging pressure of your belongings lifts. Instantly you feel the digging of the straps on your shoulders lessen. You breathe a sigh of relief.
“There you go, that’s been driving me nuts. We can’t have you throwing out your back now can we?” Wanda giggles before spinning you around guiding you to the door. She opens it for you. Your voice finally finds your lips again.
“Wanda, I just wanted to Thank y-” She doesn’t let you finish the sentence.
“Get home safe, Y/N. Remember the assignment I gave you. I expect to hear all about it tomorrow,” She winks, and her door closes. You stand there like a deer in headlights. You are pretty sure you stand there for a solid minute before your brain catches up again. MJ giggles from her desk.
“She is really something,” Your voice is strained. MJ cracks up, nearly doubling over in her chair. She looks up at you, giving you a wink.
“Whatever that something is, I think you like it,” You roll your eyes with a smile, secretly agreeing with her.
“See you tomorrow,” You throw her the peace sign before hitting the button for the elevator.
“Bright and Early!” MJ nearly shouts as the doors open. You step inside, and the doors close.
“Bright and Early,” You say to yourself as the elevator brings you down to the car Wanda ordered for you. Your fingers run up and down the straps of your backpack. The way her fingers adjusted the straps replaying in your mind.
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auraticere · 1 year
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I'm Your Present (LongDistance! Wanda x Fem! Reader)
Hello, everyone! Thank you all so much for your support this year! I never knew if I'd ever make it this far, but thank you for all your nice comments and your reblogs. Decided to make a quick Christmas one-shot before resuming work on my next one (which has taken me a while to get into, it's halfway done, and could be out by next week or so)
Pairing: Wanda x Reader
Theme: Christmas
Word Count: 793
Warnings: No major editing.
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It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re all alone in your bedroom binge-watching your favorite show, eating some snack from the 7/11 just a few blocks down when you feel a series of vibrations rumbling somewhere from within your messy bed. At first, you thought it was just your mind playing a trick on you until you barely heard a special ringtone deep in your three layers of blankets. It’s a ringtone you could never mistake, a ringtone expressly set for your long-distance girlfriend, Wanda, who lives all the way in California.
You stop and urgently put your snack on your bedside table and then scramble for your phone that has been swallowed by your bed. Wanda is probably doing a quick check-up on you before she heads to bed, where she usually has dreams filled with you making out with her - a dream she hopes to have come true.
Finally, after frivolously scouring your bed, which took precisely thirteen seconds, you found your phone and see ‘Wanda<3’ on your screen with a picture of her in a dark red hoodie lying in bed next to a stuffed Pikachu and answer it with glee. However, you failed to realize it was a facetime call instead of a regular phone call and flinched the moment you saw yourself in the bottom left corner.
Wanda flashes a warm smile and childishly giggles, “Didn’t mean to scare ya, malyshka,” she teases playfully. 
It appears Wanda is outside and walking down a street in a black wool beanie and what seems to be a black button-up cardigan and a red sweater underneath it.
“Oh, no, I saw myself for a second,” you bashfully explained as you grabbed a brush and quickly did your hair.
“Sooo, how’s my beautiful beloved tonight? Got any plans or are you just staying cozy under the sheets tonight?” Wanda continues walking up the street she’s on; her phone temporarily pans down and to the side to reveal a few familiar buildings.
“Yeahhh, just watching Netflix and chatting with my favorite girl in the world.”
“Aww, you are my favorite girl in the world too. Wish I could be in bed with you.”
“Saaame, could really go for some snuggles right now…had a bad day.” you laid back in bed, pulling the covers over your chest, sighing sadly.
Wanda frowns, “Me too, lyubov. What I’d do for you to be in my arms, goodness, I’d do anything just to have a Christmas with you.”
“Now I’m missing you, even though we can see each other - it’s not the same.”
Wanda quickens her pace for a moment, “I did get you a present. However, it says it arrived an hour ago.”
“Oh? My neighborhood is a bit sketchy, I hope no one stole it!”  you huffed, knowing the possibility that someone may have stolen a precious gift sent by your girlfriend. You frowned.
“Nah, it’s too heavy for one person to pick up, or anybody for that matter, trust me…it’s there.”
You get out of bed, throwing the covers off yourself in a flash, “You sound so sure, Wands; how much does this present weigh anyway?” you inquired as you jogged to the front door, eager to see Wanda’s present, which is too heavy, apparently, and find out what your girlfriend ordered you for Christmas…tomorrow, surely you will open it tomorrow, right?
“Baby girl, it’s not a surprise if I tell you…silly, always so silly, detka,” Wanda laughs. Her laugh is such a pleasant sound. Her laugh alone makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, and your cheeks grow red hot.
For a moment, you pause in your tracks and take a second to let that beautiful sound ring through your head like wedding bells, “I am quite silly, only with you, love. You’re the only person in my life that makes everything worthwhile.”
“You too. I can’t wait for when we’re together in person.”
“How long do you think that will be?” you asked, resuming your walk towards the front door.
You reach for the door, excited to see how big or how heavy the package is and Wanda appears to be climbing up a set of stone steps. Wanda then halts. 
“Well,” You turn the brass knob and pull the door open the wooden door to reveal not a package but Wanda standing right in front of you, “Sooner than you think!”
Your eyes grow wide and not five seconds into seeing her, you two crash into each for a crushing hug, “Ohmygoodness, WANDA!” you held on tight.
“I’m your present this year, medovyy!” Tears run down Wanda’s cheeks as she begrudgingly pulls away from you before pulling you back in for a passionate kiss under the mistletoe you hung above your door.
PS: My AO3 is AuthorGabe if you want to check it out.
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modern-vellichor · 2 years
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hiii i absolutely love your writing <333
it may or may not have made me bawl at 3am...
anyways would u write a fic based on bad idea! by girl in red where wanda & r are exes and wanda shows up one night at her door drunk & wanting to get back together & the morning she's all cold and distant & like 'this was a mistake ur better off wo me'
-a/n; love love love this -warnings; angst
"Wanda," you sighed and stared at the redhead who was leaning nonchalantly against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?"
"You're drunk," you protested.
"I'm drunk and I miss you and I'd like to come in."
You knew this was a losing battle and so you stepped aside. As soon as Wanda was through the threshold, she was on you. She kicked the front door closed behind her and cupped your cheeks. She kissed you roughly. She was desperate. She was desperate for you.
"This is a bad idea," you muttered against her lips.
But Wanda's hands had already wandered from your cheeks and were making their way up your shirt. She wasn't gonna stop now. She undid your bra and said "Darling, you're so pretty it hurts."
She pushed you up against the wall and threw all your clothes down on the floor. She pulled back to look at you with a cheeky grin.
"Darling, are you ready for more?"
You woke up to see Wanda sitting on the edge of your bed, pulling her trousers on.
"Leaving so soon?" you groaned.
"This was a bad idea..."
You slammed your head back down onto the pillow and groaned loudly. "I told you so."
"You didn't try to stop me."
"You wouldn't have stopped."
Wanda didn't say anything. She slipped her shirt over her head and stared at you. She moved to leave but hovered by your bedroom door.
"It was a bad idea, to think I could stop."
"Yeah," you scoffed. "It was a bad idea."
"I just can't get enough," she confessed.
You were lost for words. But she was gone. Surely though, you'd see her again. Because she's totally fucked.
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themidnightcrimson · 13 days
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good morning ࿏ wm
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summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.
words: 3.9k
warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me
this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.
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The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.
Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.
The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.
Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.
The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.
It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.
Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.
And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.
And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.
But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.
Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.
Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.
You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.
It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.
It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.
So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.
The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.
Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.
Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.
Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.
There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.
Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.
She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.
Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.
Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.
Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.
“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.
As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.
Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.
It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.
There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.
“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.
Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.
The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.
A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.
Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.
Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.
You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.
Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.
“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.
“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.
You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.
“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.
Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”
Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.
You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.
“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.
“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”
Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.
“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”
Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”
Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”
“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”
Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.
The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.
After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.
“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.
Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”
Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”
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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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Saw you open your request for a day so can I have mommywanda dry humping femreader?
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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 662
WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, mommy (W), leashes, pet play, collars, overstimulation, edging, tribbing,
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“C’mon, baby, give me one more.” The leash tugged at your neck, the woman on the other side smirking as she moaned, giggling at the response she was met with. Your cheeks were red, almost as dark as her hair. Your mouth held a small dribble of drool and your hands gripped onto her thighs hesitantly, only letting you release a sigh of relief when she didn’t push you off. The coil in your stomach burned as you watched your girlfriend, her clit rubbing against your nipple as she rode your perky breasts.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You’ve practically been begging me with those- those doe eyes, and that…fuckable fucking face.” She groaned out, gripping the headboard behind you with a strength that made you whimper.
“Oh, you like that? Yeah? Does my little puppy like being a good pet and making Mommy happy?” You nodded, sniffling quietly. She used her thumb to wipe the tears away, the leather of the leash teasing your skin in a taunting manner.
“Does Mommy taste good, hm? Mhm, such a good slut for me.” Her panties restricted your speech, causing you to lose all sense as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She didn’t care, she preferred you like this, that way she could have complete control over your mind and body.
“Mhm,” You mumbled, but you both knew that even if you had the ability to speak, you’d continue to struggle forming a true, thought-out sentence.
Her chest heaved in pleasure, her pants coming out quickly as each thrust of her hips brought further pressure on the growing release her body begged to let out. She suddenly rose, bringing herself to straddle either side of your shoulders and settling her bare cunt on your face. You expected her to remove the article of clothing from your pained jaw, but she left it.
Her movements began once again, your nose becoming a pulse point as she humped tiredly. Her head lolled back, a grin making its way to her face as she licked her lips.
“I bet you wish you could fuck Mommy, don’t you?” Her words came slowed, her stutter evident as she struggled to remain domineering. When you nodded once again, it brought a new wave of arousal to her. Her puddle of wetness soaked your face, and anyone from miles away would be able to hear the gutterful moans and the juices from her sopping heat. It was unbearable, yet she had continued this until now when she was reaching the peak of her fifth orgasm. You were lacked any, but she didn’t care. She was selfish, greedy even. But you loved it, you loved every bit of it.
“You ready for my cum? Shit, I’m so fucking close! Ugh, just like that!” She practically yelled, and you felt waves of her liquids spraying your face, and you quickly had to squeeze your legs in order to prevent your lowering hand. She tugged your leash harshly, and shook as your nose dug deeper into her hole, then ran against her hardened bud, and then repeated.
Her hold on the headboard loosened, and she led her palm to her breasts that cried for attention. You watched with hooded eyes, smiling to yourself as you admired her beauty. You held such gratitude for being able to see her in this glory, and you were only happier to know you were the only one to do so.
“I love you, little puppy. Mommy loves you so much, that will never stop.” You grinned, coughing slightly as she removed the slick-covered panties from your mouth. Your jaw relaxed, and it felt like relief coursed through you
“I love you too, Mommy. Can- can I cum now…please?” She chuckled, shaking her head as if you were absurd. You didn’t believe you were, but now you felt as though that was changing.
“Oh, puppy, who said I was done?”
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stevenssacrab · 2 months
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Green Is Your Color
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Summary: Dressed in green lingerie you have one mission, make Wanda beg.
Rating: 18+ smut (minors, do not interact)
Warnings: Dry humping, swearing, nipple play, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), sex toys (vibrator, dildo), orgasm denial, bratty Wanda, dom reader, squirting.
Word Count: 2.7k
a/n: 2.7k?! Sheeesh never thought I'd do it, Wanda is my weakness ladies and germs, hope y'all enjoy!
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"You're total today is $60 even," spoke the cashier at Victoria's Secret; you visibly cringed; you usually wouldn't spend this much on an item, but you wanted to surprise Wanda with something a little sexy; you paid with a smile, you can't wait to see the look on her face when she sees you in it. You open your door, anxiety creeping within you. Wanda should be home in a little while, just enough time to shower and dress; the entire shower, your nerves were getting the best of you.
"What if she doesn't like it?" you questioned internally, styling your hair in voluminous, bouncy curls; you sighed anxiously, blending the eyeshadow carefully. You were aiming for sultry bedroom eyes, something that would lure Wanda and turn her into putty before your very eyes; she's always taken the more dominant role in the bedroom. Tonight, your goal was to get her to beg for it, a challenging mission, you know that, and still, you had hope; you had a couple of tricks up your sleeve to achieve your goal; slowly, you massage your vanilla-scented lotion into your skin, sighing contently, inhaling the scent, vanilla always reminded you of your first date with Wanda and how nervous you were, and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the way your heart skipped a beat when you saw her for the first time, you've always known that Wanda was beautiful, she handled everything with grace, a force to be reckoned with, part of you was scared that you weren't going to be enough for her, in your opinion you were nothing special just, like every other average human. Still, she never made you feel that way, not even for a second.
You slipped into a mid-thigh length dark green silk dress with high slits that stopped at your waist, no panties, of course; you slipped on stilettos, and you ran your eyes over the whole ensemble one last time; you folded over, fluff up your roots for more volume, spray yourself with your vanilla bean perfume, and run your hands over the dress, smoothing out any imperfections, jingling of keys and dull footsteps fill your ears, "she's home" you uttered to yourself.
"Baby? Are you home?" concern layered in Wanda's voice; your bedroom door creaks open, "Baby?" she asks again.
"I'm here," you call out, trusting your nerves can't be heard through your voice, "I'll be right out, almost finished," quickly trying to straighten up the bathroom. You're stalling, but you don't care.
"Don't worry, baby, take your time," she voiced; you could practically hear the smile on her face; you sighed and attempted to shake off your nerves.
"She's gonna love it, she loves you, it'll be great," you chanted to yourself like a mantra and reached for the door handle and pulled before you could second guess yourself; your eyes land on Wanda sitting on the bed, aimlessly scrolling through her phone, she hasn't noticed you yet, you step forward.
"Hey baby, did you-" Wanda speaks, flicking her head to look at you; she met your eyes first, then flicked down; she widens her eyes slightly, raking her eyes over you slowly, observing and trying to memorize every detail, from the black stilettos that you know she loves, to the sexy eye makeup that puts her in a trance, hypnotized by the way the high slits elongates your legs, watching you intently, chin low, eyes hooded. You walk closer, one foot in front of the other, hips swaying with each step; you stop directly in front of Wanda, gently placing your hands on her shoulders; you smile down at her. Wanda breathes through her mouth, tongue dancing along her bottom lip; you slowly climb into Wanda's lap and groan softly when Wanda's hands grip your waist, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.
"Mmm, you look so good," Wanda groaned in between feverous kisses, moving her lips to your neck, sucking dark circles into your skin; you moaned softly, tilting your head back, "What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, nibbling gently at the skin; you squeak happily, caressing the back of her head.
"Nothing, I just wanted to surprise you," you spoke breathlessly, lightly grinding your bare pussy against the rough fabric of Wanda's jeans, "do you like it?" you hummed, running your hands under Wanda's jacket, sliding it off.
"You should surprise me more often," she teased, gliding her hands under the dress and squeezing your ass, helping you grind into her slowly; you grip her shoulders, shamelessly grinding into her; Wanda gently traces her fingers up your arm; stopping at the straps of the dress and pulls them down over your shoulders, exposing your tits to the cold air, Wanda doesn't miss how you shiver, she cups them massaging them roughly she brings her head down, flicking her tongue over the bud, you whimper, watching opened mouth, she grins and captures your bud, sucking gently, she looks up at you innocently, you groan, rutting against her quickly you feel your orgasm building up, Wanda moans around your nipple, rolling your free nipple between her fingers, you moan loudly, picking up speed, you're so close.
"Oh god, I'm so close," you plead, eyes screwed shut, rubbing your clit against the denim; Wanda lightly nibbles your nipple, sending you over the edge; you cum hard, hips bucking wildly into her, digging your nails into Wanda's shoulders, when you open your eyes Wanda is looking at you with dark, hungry eyes, if looks could kill you'd be long gone, you gently push her back to the bed, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, you climbed off her, your dress hanging on by your hips, you sit on the floor, resting on your heels, you unbutton Wanda's pants and lean forward to pull the zipper down with your teeth, looking up to her innocently, Wanda rest on her elbows, watching you closely, licking her lips slowly, you smile up at her mischievously, lazily dragging her pants down, littering kisses all the way down her legs, you slide your hands up her legs to her clothed pussy, you can already see a wet spot, you find her clit even with her panties on and slowly rub circles, watching Wanda's reaction, she sighs contently, giving herself over to you, you lick a hard stripe up her pussy, Wanda groans frustrated, shes over the barrier muffling the sensations, you smile and move her panties to the side exposing her swollen bud, you lean forward and blow cool air onto her wet pussy, Wanda groans, annoyed you won't give her what she wants, you press your tongue against her clit, gently kitten licking, still not delivering fully, she bucks her hips in search for more pressure but you pull back.
"Uh uh," you say with a smirk, slowly leaning back in and licking harder than before. She groans loudly, throwing her head back; she bucks her hips up shamelessly; you grip her hips and hold her still.
"We do this my way, or we don't do this at all," you say confidently, rubbing circles into her skin; she looks up at you in disbelief, under the impression that she would lead like always; she lets out a disgruntled groan and falls back onto the bed in defeat, you kiss her pussy "good girl, behave and maybe I'll let you cum on my tongue" you spoke, your lips capture her clit gently and suck, not nearly enough for her to cum, but enough for her to feel good, Wanda obediently holds her hips still, taking heed of your warning, you reward her good behavior with a particularly hard suckle, she gasps and closes her legs around your head, you moan, satisfied and pry her legs open, still suckling roughly, Wanda buries her hand in your hair and bucks her hips onto your tongue, you groan disapprovingly and smack her hand away, "don't make me tie you down," you say darkly, slapping her sensitive clit lightly, she whimpered loudly.
"I'll behave," she said agitatedly; you hook your fingers in her underwear and pull them down; she picks her feet up onto the bed, opening her legs, displaying her wet pussy for your eyes only; you lick your lips slowly and attach your lips to her clit, sucking roughly, running your teeth along her clit gently, she moans and quivers, trying her absolute hardest to hold still, you look up at her, she has her eyes tightly closed, fists clenched, knuckles turning white, you almost feel bad, she's trying so hard to behave, you reward her by sliding your finger inside, pumping slowly, you groan, it was so easy pushing in, not a hint of resistance, you curl your finger in search for that bundle of nerves, a moan rips from Wanda’s throat, her legs shake violently, you found the spot, you slowly pump your finger hitting it each time, Wanda is a quivering mess at your mercy and she wouldn’t have it any other way, arching her back, she speaks.
“Ugh, fuck, just like that,” Wanda barks through gritted teeth; grinding down onto your finger; the way her walls spasm around your finger, you can tell she's close; suddenly, you cease all movement and watch Wanda greedily try to fuck herself; Wanda moans frustratedly; you smile and reach under the bed and pull out a pink vibrator, Wanda’s face drops, she's in for it, and she knows it, your face twist in an evil grin and climb on the bed, seating yourself next to her, you flick on the toy and part her pussy lips and press the toy directly on her clit, Wanda cries out loudly; she grips your thigh tightly, looking at you, pleading without saying a word, you set the toy higher, she moans, digging her fingernails into your thigh.
"Fuck, don't stop," she pleads; you knew she would have a firm resolve; you had hoped that she crack by now, you set the toy even higher, and Wanda opens her mouth in a silent scream, determined to get her to break, you slide three fingers inside, curling your fingers expertly, hitting that sweet spot you know drives her crazy, she lets out a scream so loud you're sure she's going to lose her voice, bucking her hips, fucking herself onto your fingers, " mmm so close, I'm gonna cum," she grips the sheets braces for impact. Still, you lift the toy and pull your fingers out; Wanda growls loudly, "What the fuck?!" she booms, looking at you angrily.
"Just say the magic word," you tease; she knits her brows, confused for only a second, and then her face twists mischievously.
"No, make me," she bites back, smirking smugly.
"With pleasure," cockiness dripping off your voice, setting the toy to its highest, pressing it to her clit brutally, "OH!" she moans deafeningly, arching her back off the mattress; you sneer, rubbing the toy in circles; moans pouring out of her, she watches you abuse her clit cruelly, "fuck, so close," she squeals, you push in 2 fingers aiming straight for the g-spot, forcing her to the edge, viciously, you want her as close as possible so you can deny her, Wanda's moans growing louder and louder, blatantly grinding against the toy desperate to cum, and right when she's about to go over the edge, you pull away, smirking when she throws her head back against the mattress.
"Give up?" you asked, raising your brow. Wanda scoffs, "Never, do your worst," she hisses back.
"Suit yourself," you snarl, pulling out an 8-inch dildo. Wanda's face drops; she looks at you, panicked, her eyes flicking between you and the dildo, shaking her head slightly, "What happened? Cat got your tongue?" you asked egotistically, crawling like a predator stalking their prey; you set the toy to low and apply light pressure to her abused clit, Wanda sighs contently, closing her eyes blissfully, unsatisfied with her peace of mind, you slowly slide the tip of the dildo in, Wanda's eyes snap open, you smile and push the toy in deeper, Wanda groans, the stretch stings deliciously, you both moan as you bottom out, Wanda's chest rises and falls steadily, fully engrossed in all the sensations you're providing her, setting the vibrator higher Wanda reacts instantly, gripping the bedsheets, massaging her tits over her shirt, she mewls lifting her hips off the mattress, that familiar coil tightening, you pick up the pace, fucking her pussy quickly, she frustratedly rips her shirt off and pulls her bra down, exposing her tits, she's desperately pinching at her nipples, lips trapped between her teeth, you angle the toy, masterfully hit her spot, she moans loudly, clenching around the dildo, not slowing down, you ask.
"Ready to beg?" fucking her senselessly, Wanda cries out; she tries to answer, but every time she opens her mouth, you thrust the toy, and all that comes out is grunts and groans of pleasure; you set the toy higher and said "answer me," Wanda whimpers loudly, she's been dancing along the edge for so long, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, "no," she hissed defiantly through clenched teeth, "oh?" you questioned, setting the toy to the highest level, Wanda screams, thrashing about, you stop, "ready now?" you teased, "no," Wanda repeated, you turn the toy back on and fuck her ruthlessly, Wanda sobs loudly, tears in her eyes, she looks at you brows knitted together, "I'm-" she squeaks out, "yes baby?" you ask mockingly, still, you keep thrusting into her pussy mercilessly, she opens her mouth and attempts to say something, but all that comes out is whimpers and whines, she pants and watches mouth ajar as the dick disappears in her, you stop, "ready?"
"N-no," she spoke, voice strained, fists clenched; you scoff, turn the toy back on and ram the dildo back in fucking her mind-numbingly fast; a sob rips through Wanda's throat, all she can do is lay there and take it all, she doesn't have the energy to move, "I- so close," Wanda pants out, you pull back, and Wanda whines loudly "no! please I, please let me cum, I’m sorry, please" Wanda pleaded, eyes filling with tears, her lip quivering, you lean down and kiss her forehead. "It's okay, baby," you whisper affectionately and turn the vibrator on high, "Yes!" Wanda moans loudly; as you pump the dick in and out savagely, Wanda is reduced to a blubbering mess, babbling nonsense; the mascara she had on is running down her cheeks; her mouth hangs open, whines and whimpers spilling out before she can stop them. "Please, I'm so close," she weeps, her face contorted in bliss, her body shaking violently. You change the angle of the toy, and Wanda whines loudly; she cums, mouth open in a silent scream, her vision going white, ringing in her ears, gripping the bedsheets so hard it's coming off the corners; you slowly fuck Wanda through it, ceasing when she whimpers in pain.
"Oh my god," Wanda breathes, scoffing in disbelief; she picks her head up, looking at you, smiling from ear to ear, "that was amazing; I loved it," she laughs, sitting up on her elbows, "green is definitely your color."
"I can tell; look at the mess you made," you chuckle, gesturing to the end of the mattress. Wanda looks at you like you have two heads before looking down; there's a big wet spot between her thighs. Wanda squirted, and she didn't even realize it; a deep shade of red crept along Wanda's cheeks and onto the tips of her ears; she hid her face in her hands, groaning loudly; she wanted the world to swallow her whole. She's so embarrassed; you chuckle lightly and gently grab Wanda's wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. Wanda looks up at you, humiliated.
"It's okay, baby, it's natural; I'm impressed I didn't know you could do that," you chuckled, pulling Wanda in for a tight hug, "I didn't know I could do that either; ugh, I'm so sorry," she said, hiding her face in her hands again.
"Don't even worry about it; I'm not mad or anything; we just change the sheets, and end of story," you said, rubbing her back reassuringly. Wanda lifted her head up.
"Are you sure?" she choked up, hiding her face in your neck and wrapping her arms around your torso, "I'm positive, baby, don't worry," you whispered against her forehead.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up."
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alexawynters · 28 days
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Mommy Knows Best - w.m x r blurb
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Summary: Wanda convincing R to let her to all the thinking for her
Warnings: Ehhh... allusions to manipulation, kidnapping, stalking.
A/N: So ahhh... I wrote this in 15 minutes while at work in a part of the office I very much didn't want to be in. This isn't connected to anything. I don't intend on expanding this bc I have no spoons and the plot bunnies won't settle on anything definitively. But if anybody wants to take a crack at it, pleeeeaaase do! Just like.. link me so I can read it because I am thirsty. Also all of this was typed up on my phone so sorry for any typos, or formatting issues. I left my laptop at home today like a dumbass..
Wanda's hand cradled your face with a gentle yet possessive grip. "I knew that you needed me the moment I laid eyes on you in that coffee shop."
Your eyes widened at the older woman's confession. Out of all the times you had met up with Wanda, it had never been at a coffee shop. Her implication that she had been watching you sent a bolt of fear down your spine.
"Such a sweet little thing, so easily flustered." She appraised you with a keen eye, searching for any hint that you might try to run. "You were just trying to substitute the milk in your coffee order, yet you couldn't even do that without nearly breaking out into tears. Poor thing. You just needed your Mommy to do all your difficult thinking for you, huh?"
The older woman's voice had taken on an almost saccharine quality, while simultaneously dripping with condescension. You couldn't have explained it if you tried, but something about her tone, her words, turned your head all fuzzy.
Alarm bells that should have been clanging loudly were but a distant detail in your peripheral, not worthy of your attention when the alternative was listening to Wanda's honeyed voice. You should be concerned. A normal person would be leaving this crazy woman as fast as their legs could carry them. Yet instead, you practically meted into Wanda's touch, almost craving it.
The witch gave a subtle smirk at the way your eyes glossed over when she talked down to you. This was going to be even easier than Wanda had thought. She might not even need to use her magic if you were already this responsive to her. Frankly, Wanda was delighted.
"Use your words, kotenok. I know you're just a dumb baby, and words are hard, but when Mommy asks you a question, I expect an answer."
Her grip turned firm, border lining on painful. Glassy eyes snapped open.
"Y-yes, Mommy. I just needed you to do all the thinking for me."
Your face flushed bright red as you spoke the words, but you couldn't bring yourself to take them back. Now that they had been released into the universe, the words rang true for you. They simply felt... right. Your trusting gaze met Wanda's domineering one, seeking any sign of her approval.
The older woman gave a salacious grin, very much reminiscent of a cat who caught the canary. "There's my good girl," she cooed, caressing the apple of your cheek with her thumb.
Lulled into a false sense of safety and security, you tilted your head. Leaning into her touch, you were practically simpering from her praise and touch. Why had you ever been concerned, you wondered? This was Wanda. She would always take care of you. She would never even dream of harming you. If only you knew the extent of the very real danger you were in, you might have tried to run. Not that you would have gotten far, but Wanda might have enjoyed the thrill of the chase.
Nevertheless, she had you right where she wanted you and why make it unpleasant when you were so... willing? The witch reveled in how pliant you were. Like putty in her hands, ready to be shaped and molded into the perfect plaything for her.
"Now kotenok," she said softly. "Why don't you go get changed into something comfortable and we can watch movies? I took the liberty of bringing over some of your clothes from your apartment as you won't be staying there anymore."
The former Avenger patted your cheek gently, sending you off on your way. It was only a few feet you had made before hesitating, turning to look at the older woman.
"Mommy...." You tried the title, and it rolled off your tongue surprisingly easily. "Why. won't I be staying at my apartment anymore? I'm still paying rent on it for another seven months." Uncertainty rolled off of you in waves.
Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, reigning her temper in. She needed to be understanding, but firm with you if she planned to get you completely under her thumb without scaring you off.
"You let Mommy worry about all of that. Those are big girl thoughts, and you wanted Mommy to do all the thinking for you, isn't that right?" Her voice was filled with exaggerated patience and condescension.
Part of you wanted to push the question. If you weren't going to be staying at your flat anymore then Wanda must mean for you to stay with her. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford rent in both places, so if you needed to sublet your flat, the sooner you knew for sure, the better. Not once did you question how, when, or why the redhead had picked up your clothes, being so focused about this rent situation.
Still, as you caught Wanda's steadily hardening gaze due to your lack of immediate cooperation, you could have sworn you almost saw a subtle flash of scarlet in her eyes. Opting not to upset the woman you were quickly falling for, you promptly turned on your heel, intent on doing as she had asked.
Unbeknownst to you, Wanda Maximoff was observing your trailing form with a razor-sharp gaze. She felt triumphant, everything was going according to plan, and you were honestly making it too easy on her. Soon you would belong to her, and by the time you realized, it would be too late.
A/N 2: What are we thinking? Bin it? Try to write it from the beginning? Or maybe keep going and only have the beginning appear in flashback format? I know I need to update Scarlet Whispers and I'm gonna, I swear! Just... effort. lol
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maximotts · 6 months
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♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱
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♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff
I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!
confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.
“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”
Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”
“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.
She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”
“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”
Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.” 
Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over. 
With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.
Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!” 
She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.” 
“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.
“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”
“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” 
“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing. 
She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”
“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.
You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.” 
You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”
She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.
“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned. 
Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her. 
“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”
“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you. 
“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp. 
The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”
“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”
“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”
You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.” 
It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”
The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”
“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again. 
Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”
“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”
“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was. 
When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”
Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”
“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.
“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”
The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once. 
“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty. 
“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”
“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”
“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for. 
Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”
She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into. 
“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”
As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”
“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”
“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall. 
She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”
Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”
“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”
Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”
“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”
Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down. 
Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”
Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!” 
Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!” 
“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her. 
Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”
“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.
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kinanabinks · 1 year
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jealousy & flirtation
ONE: OPERATION DISTRACT JUNIPER JOHNSON
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There's nothing you want more than Bucky Barnes - but you and his best friend, Juniper, seem to have that in common.
Content Warning: College!Bucky x F!Reader, mature themes, Bucky x Best Friend!OFC, smut (oral f! receiving, penetrative sex), fluff, slight angst.
a/n: i write plenty of best friend!reader fics, so i wanted to flip the script and explore what it would be like to be on the other side. i also miss method acting and wanted to write something with similar vibes, so if you enjoyed MA, you might also like this one ✨
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Bucky Barnes is a catch.
Everyone on campus knows it. He's smart, good looking, and charming, making him the most eligible bachelor. At the core of it, he's absolutely perfect - but entirely unobtainable.
You've wanted him since freshman year - yearned for him, and you haven't been too shy to shoot your shot a few times, too. But so has almost every other student, and hardly anyone ever gets a chance with him. 
"God, just look at him," You mumble as you stare at him from across the room. He's pouring shots for the group he's with, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Collected and confident, he's ethereal, dazzling under the light of the many eyes on him. It's effortless for him to be a delight, so it's no wonder he's so popular. All you want is a damn taste.
"Are you seriously still into him?" Yelena asks you with a bored tone. "There's no use. Move onto someone within reach, like Wanda." Her eyes are glued to the redhead and she has that look in her eye; the same one you have when you look at Bucky.
Just like Yelena, most of the student body has moved on from Bucky Barnes - not in the sense that they no longer want him, but in the sense that they no longer try to chase him. After three years, it's become apparent that there's no winning him over. It isn't because he's picky, or uninterested in romance, or not attracted to those who try.
It's because of the girl glued to his side right now, hugging his arm and laughing loudly at something he said. 
"Fucking Juniper Johnson," You say through gritted teeth as she clings to Bucky.
She's not his girlfriend, but she might as well be. As everyone knows, they've been best friends since they were kids, and inseperable ever since. They do almost everything together, live together, and it's rare to see one without the other far behind. Juniper Johnson is the thorn in your side, reminding you about everything you want, that you'll never have. Everyone also knows that she's the reason Bucky's never had a girlfriend. He's had his flings and dated around, but with Juniper disapproving of all of them, they've never lasted very long.
"They've gotta be fucking," Yelena comments with narrow eyes. "I mean, look at them - she's all over him! Nobody is that comfortable with touching someone else unless they've already gone all the way."
"They've known each other since forever; maybe it's something that comes with time?" You suggest, trying mostly to convince yourself.
"I wouldn't know. I stopped talking to people I knew as a teenager the second I graduated high school," She replies bitterly, before resting her elbow on your shoulder. "Listen - I've had enough of your pining. What will it take to get you to move on?"
With a sigh, you purse your lips. As much as you hate to admit it, you know your attraction to Bucky is futile. Juniper will always be there, which means you'll never have a chance. But all you want is a fucking taste.
"Just once," You breathe out. "Just to know what it's like so I can stop wondering. I want to know what it would be like to have someone I want as badly as I want him. Can you imagine the satisfaction? The utter euphoria as I achieve what I've wanted since freshman year? Or maybe he'll be terrible, and I can laugh about all the time I wasted fantasizing about him. But if I don't know for sure what Bucky Barnes is like in bed, I'll never get a good night's sleep."
Yelena takes in your words. For a few moments, she silently ponders to herself, her eyes flickering around as she contemplates different possibilities. Finally, she lets out a quick sigh and nods. "Alright. Alright, cupcake, here's the plan," She begins, piquing your interest. You turn to face her, wondering what she might say next. Placing her hands on your shoulders, Yelena continues, "I'm on Operation Distract Juniper Johnson - I don't know, I'll use my sexual prowess, or just dump a bottle of vodka on her, whatever - you're fucking Bucky Barnes tonight."
Your heart skips a beat and your eyes widen. "What?" You whisper. "But-"
"No, Y/N, you're not poking any holes in this," She cuts you off sternly, looking deep into your eyes. "He is a warm-blooded frat boy. You flirt with him enough, and he will not have any hesitation in sleeping with you. I know many people before you have tried to achieve this same feat and failed, but you have a special weapon they they didn't - me."
"You seriously think all you need to do is keep Juniper away from him in order for me to get in his pants?" You wonder with a raised brow, not so convinced.
"I seriously do," She confirms confidently, taking her hands off you and pulling her shoulders back. "All I need is a few minutes to infiltrate and extract, and then you'll be free to pounce on him. You in?"
Your heart is racing and you're more nervous than ever before, but you know you can't squander this opportunity, and tonight might be your only chance. "Fuck it. Let's do this," You say firmly before gulping down the remaining contents of your black solo cup.
"Yes!" Yelena exclaims, perking up as excitement floods her features. "Okay, Operation Distract Juniper Johnson is officially in motion."
She finishes off her drink, crushes her solo cup in her hand and throws it to the side before making her way over to the group. You shiver with nerves as she approaches Juniper, who at first looks confused by Yelena's presence. The two of them talk for a few moments, Yelena gradually moving Juniper away from Bucky, until they're completely out of the kitchen and making their way into the back yard.
Once they're gone, you take in a deep breath and put down your empty cup. It's go time. Leaving behind your doubts and nerves, you walk over to the kitchen counter and stand at the side opposite from where Bucky, Steve, and Wanda are standing. You act nonchalant, until your eyes meet Bucky's, which is when you put on a fake look of surprise, mirroring his face.
"Hey, Y/N," He greets you with a smile while opening a beer.
"Hi," You reply, noticing that your voice is softer than usual and trying to hide how much you love the sound of him saying your name.
"How's it going?" He asks you casually. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Abolutely," You say with a small grin, leaning forward against the counter and smirking to yourself when you see his eyes flicker down to your chest. "You throw a mean party."
Subconsciously mirroring your action, Bucky leans forward too, resting his forearms on the counter. The smile on his lips turns into a slight smirk, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thanks," He utters lowly.
Desperate to keep the conversation going, and clinging to the one thing you know for sure you have in common, you ask him, "So, have you decided what you're doing for the Art History assignment?" Immediately, you inwardly cringe. Great. Talk about school; that'll get him in the mood.
"Actually, I have. An 1874 Haynes King. Jealousy and Flirtation," He tells you before taking a sip of beer. "What about you?"
"1846, Charles Cromwell Ingham," You answer. "The Flower Girl."
"Ah, I think I know it," Bucky nods, pointing his beer to you. "It uh, references Flora, right? Roman goddess of flowers?"
"That's the one," You confirm with a smile. God, he's so fucking smart. 
He smiles back at you, before his face drops. "Fuck, I'm being a terrible host - you're not drinking, and you should be. What's your poison?"
You give him a small smile, keeping your eyes glued to his as you say, "I want your beer."
Bucky's a little taken aback by your request, but his eyes light up. He takes a swig from the bottle before sliding it across the counter to you. "As you wish, flora," He utters smoothly. 
Picking up the beer, you stand up straight and belt down a long glug while he watches you. You drink until the bottle's empty, at which point you slam it back down on the counter and shoot him an innocent smile.
He doesn't say anything for a few seconds, but his smirk grows. Licking his lips, he stands up straight and walks around the counter to you, your heart thudding with each step he takes. Once he's by your side, he leans down and rests his arm on the counter beside you, lowering his voice. "I, uh, I actually finished up a piece recently," He begins telling you. "And it would be great to get your creative opinion on it. You know, just for a different perspective."
You swallow thickly, your heart - and pussy - fluttering at his proximity and the warmth of his breath hitting your cheek. Nodding, you taking his outstretched hand and allow him to lead you away from the party, up the stairs and to his bedroom. It's happening. It's finally happening. Once he shuts the door behind him, you can breathe a sigh of relief. This is the furthest you've ever gotten with him.
His room is spacious, with half of it dedicated to his art. Paint pots, used palettes, and a large easel take up the right side of his room, along with a white, paint-spattered sheet covering the floor and a three-tier storage cart which holds a plethora of art supplies. You didn't know he painted, and it's a pleasant surprise.
"This is what I wanted to show you," Bucky says while lifting up a canvas currently hidden under a black sheet. He places it on the easel before taking off the sheet, revealing his painting to you. You instantly recognize it to be of the Square in the Manhatanville campus, though it's a little more abstract than a regular painting.
"It's gorgeous," You say truthfully, admiring his art style.
"You don't have to be polite-"
"I'm being honest," You assure him, turning to face him. "You have something really special. Do you have any others?"
"Not here. The rest are in my mom's garage," He explains with a chuckle.
"How long did this take you?" You ask him, moving closer to the painting. On the bottom right the letters J.B.B are painted in small black letters.
"About nine, ten hours in total," He summizes. "I don't paint very often, so I'm not very quick."
"Yet, half of your room is an art studio," You state with a laugh.
"It's an attempt to impress girls," He claims, a mischievous glint flashing across his eyes. 
"Is that right?" You question teasingly. "And does it ever work for you?"
Slowly, Bucky takes a few steps towards you, raising a brow. "You tell me, flora," He utters, placing a hand on your hip. "Is it working on you?"
You can't tell whether or not you're dreaming, but you don't care. This is the culmination of three years of fantasies and yearning. At last, your one deepest desire is within your reach.
"I- it's working," You mumble, unable to think of anything except for him.
The look on his face tells you he knows you're in the palm of his hand, which is exactly where he wants you. Though he isn't usually one for a one night stand, Bucky can't deny how attracted to you he is. With no distractions, he can indulge in you, and the thought of that alone is enough to make his dick hard. "Give me a kiss," He orders you gently, immediately soaking your panties. In this moment, you're sure you'd do most anything he asked of you, which should scare you, but doesn't. 
Without any further deliberation, you close the gap between him and you, pressing your chest against his as you get onto your tiptoes and softly bring your lips up to meet his. The kiss intensifies almost immediately, your tongues cascading across each other as your heartbeat speeds up. Bucky's arms wrap around your waist and he pushes you until your back is against the wall while you cup his face, your fingers trailing up to his hair, and he then breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. You move your hand down his chest until you reach his crotch, biting your lip when you feel his boner. He sucks in a breath when you rub it, fluttering his eyes shut. 
Leaning his forehead against yours, he mumbles, "You first, flora." His hands grab fistfuls of your tight dress and he slowly pulls it up before rubbing your thighs. Tingles shoot through your body, and before you can even realize what he's doing, Bucky sinks down to his knees. His hands roughly grab the back of your thighs and he brings his mouth to your clothed cunt, making you gasp. Instinctively, you spread your legs a little, giving him better access to your heat. He lifts your legs up and rests them on his shoulders, taking all your weight with the wall behind you keeping you stable.
Pushing your panties to the side, he licks a stripe up your pussy until he reaches your clit, making you shudder slightly. His tongue begins to alternate between flicking circles and sucking on your clit, pulling a string of moans from your mouth. "Oh, fuck, Bucky," You cry, running a hand through his hair and tugging on it. "Just like that."
You're overcome with bliss when he starts tongue-fucking you, bringing his thumb up to rub on your clit. Your eyes roll back in delight as his finger slides into your wet pussy, his tongue moving back up to suck on your throbbing clit. He adds another finger before curling them upwards inside you, making you cry out. Waves of pleasure consume you as his fingers and tongue perform miracles on your pussy, your wetness coating his hand and face.
He pulls his head back and focuses on fingering you harder, causing your juices to squirt out onto his hand. "Does that feel good, baby?" He asks you teasingly, his eyes dark with hunger.
All you can do is nod in response and let out a series of incoherent moans as he shakes his fingers inside you, bringing you to your orgasm. You feel thoroughly alive as the adrenaline surges through you, leaving your legs shaking around his shoulders. With a loud cry of his name, you cum around his fingers, utterly bewitched by him.
While you calm down, he slowly puts your feet back onto the ground, but keeps a tight grip on you so you don't fall. He then stands up himself before giving you a heavy, needy kiss with an urgency he didn't have before.
"That was incredible," You breathe out once he pulls away, your chest heaving. It was easily the greatest orgasm of your life, but you have a feeling he's going to quickly top that record again.
"You taste incredible, flora," Bucky mumbles, taking your chin in his hand as his lips brush against yours.
You place your hand on his boner and rub it, making him groan. His head moves forward to rest on your shoulder while you slip your hand into his pants, feeling his thick cock throb against your palm. The whimpers he lets out make your sensitive cunt twitch, along with how big and heavy he feels in your hand.
"That's it, baby," He mumbles, placing his hand on top of yours, guiding you to pull out his dick and sliding your hand up and down his length. You look down at it and you're almost nervous at the idea of having it inside you, but your burning desire overtakes your nerves. He rushes to the chest of drawers to your left, opening the third one down and pulling out a condom which he rips open with his teeth before sliding onto his cock. Returning to you, he lifts you up and your wraps your legs around his waist, giving him full access to you. "Are you ready for me?"
The question and the hesitance he exhibits, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead, only makes you want him more. You nod quickly, feeling your stomach flip when he rubs his tip between your wet folds. Holding your breath in anticipated, you look down to see him slip inside you, inch by inch, the sight making your head spin. His eyes flutter and he lets out a low groan, cursing under his breath.
"Fuck," You whisper as he completely fills you up, seeing stars. "I- you're making me dizzy."
"You okay?" He asks you with a look of concern.
"It's a good dizzy," You assure him with a weak smile. "Please, fuck me."
"Yeah? That what you want, baby?" He says teasingly, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling out his cock, and pushing it back inside you. The softness of his kiss preludes the roughness he quickly adopts, thrusting harder and faster with each second that goes by. You let out moans as he builds up a rhythm, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, surely leaving behind bruises.
"Feels so good," You cry out, your arms resting on his broad shoulders. None of your fantasises could live up to the real thing, and he has greatly surpassed any and all expectations you held before tonight. Never did you think you'd ever be in this situation; getting fucked by Bucky Barnes against a wall during a party, but nothing has ever felt more real and visceral.
When Bucky groans, his voice gruff and deep, a series of shivers run down your spine. He grunts with each thrust, fucking you as though he's been waiting for this as long as you. As though he has felt the same sexual frustration, the same primal desire to feel you, and connect to you. As though, for the first time, he's being satisfied. His lips are close to your ear as he rests his head in your neck. Your arms hook around his torso and he speeds up his movements, his dick sliding in and out of you.
"You feel amazing around me, flora," He utters, fucking you harder. "Your pussy is heaven."
You let out a laugh which quickly becomes a gasp when he hits your g-spot, sending you reeling. "Oh, fuck," You moan loudly, before he pulls his head back to look into your eyes.
His aura itself is addictive, pulling you in and making you never want to miss it. As your bodies come together in perfect harmony, you don't even care about the dull ache of your back pushing against the wall. You're floating through perfect pleasure with Bucky, every nerve coming alive as your body lights up with joy.
He moves one of his hands to your chest, rubbing at your hardening nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. Your pleasure is multiplied as he continues rubbing and pulling on it, making you mewl and whimper with each shock of euphoria. "Is that good, baby?" He asks with an arrogant smirk, confident that he has surpassed all your expectations and is easily the best you've ever had, by far.
"So good, Bucky, so good," You repeat it like a mantra, under the hypnosis of his heavenly bliss.
His forehead leans against yours and he intensifies his pace, fucking you into a world of ecstasy. Lips brushing against each other, his voice lowers to a whisper, his words pushing you to the edge. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you're cumming for me," He mumbles. "Do it for me again, baby, c'mon. I know you're close."
You bite your lip to hide your smile, not wanting to feed his inflated ego. When he kisses you and sucks on your tongue, you feel a surge of intensity in your core, making your nails dig into his shoulders.
He speeds up his thrusts, a smirk on his face. "I can feel it baby, I can feel it coming," He says teasingly, squeezing your ass in his big hand.
You can only whine in response as your second orgasm approaches, already feeling more intense than your first. With blurred vision, warmed skin, and electricity coursing through your veins, you let go. "Bucky, cumming," Is all you can weakly cry out.
"That's a good girl," He groans as you tighten around him, his dick twitching against your fleshy walls.
You let yourself get taken over by your orgasm, your mind entering another galaxy. Pure pleasure shoots through you like a bullet, filling you with joy as you squirt all over him. He in turn growls at the sensation of your pussy milking him, bringing him to his orgasm as his cum releases into the condom.
"Fuck, baby, take it," Bucky moans as he thrusts into you a few more times, with his lips parting and his bright eyes burning into yours. "That's my girl."
Your breaths are heavy while you come down from your high, slowly regaining feeling in your numbed, sensitive body. He carefully pulls out of you, making you wince, before taking off the condom and tossing it into the wastebin behind him. You get back onto your feet, pulling your dress down before stumbling. A snort leaves your nose when you realize your legs feel like jelly. "I can't walk," You inform him bluntly, to which he grins.
"Really?" He asks, a proud smirk residing on his lips.
You roll your eyes, but are unable to hold back your own smile. "Could you just help me until I regain some of my strength?" You request while fixing your hair.
"Of course, c'mere," He agrees happily before wrapping his arm around your waist, your own arm moving up to wrap around his shoulder as he takes most of your weight.
"We can just tell people I had too much to drink," You suggest, guessing that he'd like to keep what just happened a secret.
"Or, you could just crash here for the night," Bucky counters with a raised brow. "It's almost 2am, anyway."
Although every part of you wants to scream at the thought of sleeping in Bucky's bed, you remain calm and casual. "Uh, sure," You say with a shrug. "Can I borrow some clothes?"
While he grabs a t-shirt and some boxers for you to wear, you slyly text Yelena to let her know the mission was a success. Meanwhile, she's downstairs, walking back into the kitchen with Juniper after the distraction lasted way longer than it needed to. The two of them have returned with lighter heads and droopier eyelids.
"So call me the next time you want weed; Barton overcharges," Yelena tells Juniper while absentmindedly looking at her phone. When she sees the text from you, she jumps up and down excitedly. "Yes!"
With bloodshot eyes and a serious case of the munchies, Juniper frowns while opening the fridge door. "What is it?" She asks.
Yelena's eyes widen as she slowly backs away. "Uh, nothing. Bye now!"
Confused, but quickly over it, Juniper grabs her leftover Chinese food before shutting the fridge and turning to the counter, where her friends are playing cards. Most of her friends, anyway.
"Where's Jamie?" She asks the gang while putting the carton of noodles into the microwave.
Wanda turns her head towards Juniper but keeps her eyes on her cards as she replies, "He's getting laid. Saw him walking off with some girl."
Juniper immediately sobers up at the news and her face drops. "Really?" She asks, walking over to them. "Who was the girl?"
"I think she's in one of his classes. She's a fuckin' baddie, too," Steve says with a smirk. "It's about damn time Bucky got some."
Juniper doesn't reply, staring at Steve who has his focus on the game. Her noodles pop and fizzle as they overheat in the microwave, but she just stands there in a motionless, stoic silence, her right eye twitching. "Good for him," She mumbles. "I'm glad."
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The Collapse
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader
Words: 6.7k+
Genre: Smut & Angst & a touch of a dark fic vibe
Summary: Set right after Civil War, but my own take and no Vis. Wanda picked a random town to hide out in, not expecting to meet you. But when she did she was completely captivated. Except, things keep threatening to take you away and she can’t have that, now can she?
Warning: A little bit of light stalking; toxic!Wanda, like for real this isn’t the healthiest romance; jealous!Wanda; possessive!Wanda; top!Wanda, bottom!reader; strap-on use; magic strap; a lil overstimulation, rough sex. That’s a lot please let me know if I missed anything...
A/N: I really kinda... went all out for this. Like... damn I don’t know where the end of this came from, but damn. 
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When the building collapsed, Wanda’s whole world froze. Her blood ran cold and her heart was pounding so loudly it drowned out the sounds of everything else around her. The coffee she held in her hands slipped, as if suddenly weighing a ton and spilled on the floor around her, the splash of it ruining her pristine shoes. But Wanda didn’t care, she didn’t even register it. Her eyes were glued to the ruin that showed on the screen.
There she was, in the middle of a coffee shop, watching in horror as the breaking news flashed on the tv. It was your apartment complex, she knew that immediately. A freak accident, is what the reports were saying, something wrong with the foundation of the building maybe. Emergency responders weren’t sure yet. They weren’t concerned about that, what they were concerned about was finding survivors. But as Wanda watched on, the number of deceased kept rising and rising.
People in the shop stopped with her, not nearly as shocked, but more morbidly curious. The people who did notice Wanda’s state of shock seemed to understand immediately what might have been wrong. It was a big building in a not so big college town, there were bound to be a lot of people who knew someone affected by this disaster. Wanda didn’t even register the patrons who already were busy cleaning up her mess, let alone thank them for what she should’ve handled.
No, she couldn’t do any of that. Couldn’t tear her eyes away from the coverage of the wreckage that showed on the screen. Her eyes darted at everything that was shown, hoping to whatever being was out there that she could catch a glimpse of you. She was fairly certain you were there when it happened. After all, she was picking up that coffee to specifically bring to you. If only she had been smarter and asked you to coffee instead. Then she could have ensured your safety. This is what happens when she takes her eyes off you. You’d somehow get into trouble. Although, as she looked at the disaster unfolding on screen, the word “trouble” was an understatement.
You didn’t even realize she was watching you most of the time. You had no idea at all, in fact. Wanda was just that mysterious woman who bumped into you all the time. She seemed to be everywhere, but you didn’t ever question it. You liked her presence, her smile made you blush, and her touch made you shiver. You’d be lying if you said you were only curious about her, you knew there was something more between the two of you. A deep connection you couldn’t exactly explain.
Wanda could though. The moment she met you, something inside her woke up. Whether it was the way you smiled at her when you greeted her, or the way you didn’t seem phased by her usual standoffish attitude, she wasn’t sure. She just knew that there was something different about you, something that broke through all the emptiness she’s felt for so long. On the first day that Wanda met you, she knew without a doubt that she had to have you. No, that you were already hers, whether you realized it or not.
So that’s what started it all. One brief moment of you smiling at her and your fate was sealed. Wanda found herself following your every move. She interjected herself into your life in ways that anyone else would’ve questioned, but yet you didn’t even blink at it. She saw you every day, somehow always greeting you the moment you left your apartment, despite not living in the same building. She ended up bumping into you in other places too. On your way to classes on campus, in the library when you studied for exams, even at your work study job at the university’s museum. You had no idea what Wanda did for a living, you just assumed it had to do with the university and didn’t question it further. Wanda was shocked by how naïve and accepting you were to believe that. Truth is, Wanda had no connection to your school, when she first met you it was a happy accident. She picked your town at random to lay low in. What surprised her more was the fact that you didn’t seem to recognize her at all, which was a good thing for her. She picked your brain for any signs, even when she gave you her name you still didn’t seem surprised. With others she could manipulate them well enough so they wouldn’t go running off and giving away her hiding place, with you she was pleasantly surprised that she wouldn’t have to bother with that.
After picking your brain a few times after that fateful first meeting, the magnetism Wanda felt towards you increased. That’s when the following started, she said it was just so she could figure out why she was so drawn to you. If there was something about you that she missed, something that said you weren’t just another ordinary girl. Over time, she realized, that’s exactly what you were. Wanda’s uncontrollable impulse to be close to you, she figured out, was coming from a primal need to just have you. Something she’d never felt with anyone until you. So then the following became more frequent, it turned into her having her eyes almost always on you. The times that she took them off you something would always happen, she told herself. A person would swoop in and get too close and you’d look uncomfortable. Wanda had to be your knight in shining armors. So, whenever that happened, when a person got too close, too presumptuous about your kind attitude, she would appear. All the while, playing it off that she was in the area and your attention would be so glued to her that the other person had no choice but to walk away.
You weren’t exactly hers yet though. Not in the way she wanted you to be. She told herself you were a fragile thing, she shouldn’t force it. She was to stay close until she was sure you wouldn’t be scared away. That’s why months had gone by and still you were oblivious to the magnitude of Wanda’s affection for you.
Now, here she was, kicking herself for every missed moment, not sure if she’d ever get another chance with you. All Wanda could do was stand there and stare, but her mind felt like it was screaming at her body to act. Go find her! Was all she could think but her feet couldn’t move an inch. She was too terrified to know the truth, to learn if she lost you before she ever really could have you.
But then she felt her phone buzz and by some miracle her hands listened to her brain and she could fish it out of her pocket. The moment she saw your name with the cute little photo she snapped of you when you weren’t looking light up her phone, she felt like she could breathe again. If it’s your name on her phone, who else would be on the other line? It had to be you. There’s no other explanation she could think of. The phone vibrated in her hand for a moment before Wanda realized she desperately needed to hear your voice and should probably answer soon.
Hitting accept she didn’t miss a beat before putting it to her ear and asking “Where are you?” Her voice was stern, even though she was overwhelmed with concern for you. She couldn’t let that show, she didn’t want you to see all sides of her yet.
“I- Wanda?” Your voice sounded distant on the other end of that call. Panicked too and that just made Wanda’s heart rate skyrocket.
“Where are you?” She repeated, her grip clenching around the phone as she impatiently waited for your reply.
“I uh… I’m safe. I wasn’t home yet.” Thank the gods was all Wanda could think as she waited for more of a response. If you weren’t there, then you’re in one piece and that’s all that mattered to her. “I was grabbing coffee with a classmate when it happened.” And then Wanda froze again. Coffee with a classmate? What classmate? You never went anywhere after class with other students. The only time Wanda had seen you interacting with other students was when you had group projects to do. This was new. What student did you even get coffee with?
Wanda shook her head. Shouldn’t she be glad that you changed your routine this once today? That student was very possibly the reason you were still alive. But still Wanda’s blood boiled with jealousy. She was on her way to have coffee with you. She didn’t want you to share that or anything for that matter with someone that wasn’t her.
Wanda’s silence didn’t go unnoticed by you, but with the situation you now faced it was not really something you wanted to address.
“Wanda?” You asked into the phone. “Wanda?” You asked again, trying to get some sort of sign that she was still on the other end. Wanda just hummed a short reply and you knew that was all you were going to get for the moment. “Wanda, I don’t think I have a place to stay. My apartment is… Well…” Destroyed? Lost among the rubble? You weren’t sure of the state it was in, but you weren’t ready to find out what was left. “What should I-“
“You’re staying with me.” Wanda cut you off, finally absorbing what you were saying. She wanted to snatch this opportunity before that mystery classmate got any other ideas. She’d be grateful that this random person distracted you just this once since it resulted in your safety, but that was as lenient as she was going to be with them.
“Just for a few days,” You reassured her.
“We’ll discuss that later.” Wanda failed to hide the finality in her tone. Somehow, you knew that your length of stay in Wanda’s home wasn’t going to be something up to you, but to her. Deep down you had a feeling there was to be no discussion, but for some reason that didn’t bother you at all.
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When Wanda picked you up she was incredibly displeased to see that you still weren’t alone. You were still with the classmate you had gone out to coffee with. A girl that Wanda definitely hadn’t seen hanging around you before. It annoyed her the way this girl had a hand on your shoulder when she had pulled up to the street corner you were waiting on. But it also gave her a strange sense of pride when she watched you shrug the hand off the moment you saw her coming. Still, it didn’t sit well with her that she didn’t know the girl you were with or why you were with her. She hasn’t been in your thoughts before so you must not take much notice of her, but then why would you agree to go to coffee with a complete stranger? Because you’re too trusting. Of course, that’s what it was. It’s one of things that Wanda took advantage of to get close to you, so of course someone else would think to do the same. Too naive. Wanda didn’t want to change that, but what she did want to change was the fact that everyone around you seemed to think they could get close to you.
The car ride back to Wanda’s place was incredibly silent. On Wanda’s end, it was because she was fuming over the audacity that girl had to hug you right before you got into the car. She didn’t need to read your thoughts to know you were uncomfortable with that move. Good, she thought. If you’re uncomfortable with another person’s touch then Wanda hoped you already knew you belonged to her. Plus, she knew you didn’t mind her touch. She didn’t miss the way you’d even reach for it. Making excuses to be near her, blushing any moment that Wanda made any sort of contact with you, no matter how minor. She knew for a fact, you couldn’t get enough of her touch.
But still, she couldn’t stop herself from being overtaken with her own jealousy and possessiveness of you. Wanda was well aware you weren’t exactly hers yet. Now that you would be in her home, her space, surrounded by all things her, Wanda was going to make sure to change that and she didn’t think it would be too hard.
When you both got to Wanda’s apartment, Wanda was quite pleased that you seemed to be impressed with how pristine and tidy the place was. She was also pleased that when she showed you a few drawers of things you could use and wear, you didn’t question for a second why she already had that. She even checked your thoughts for some sign of skepticism or alarm, but all she found was your appreciation towards her.
Maybe this was it, Wanda thought, maybe this was the chance to finally get even closer to you. Not that she didn’t already know just about everything there was to know about you. Wanda wanted to get closer in a different way, to cross that threshold between friend and something more. You were practically hers already, all she had to do was reach out and touch you.
But no, no. Today was a big day for you, Wanda knew that. You were quiet, downcast, you had potentially just lost all of your belongings. This wasn’t how Wanda wanted to start. She’d wait, just a little bit longer.
Plus she still had to scope out this new mystery classmate of yours. What did this girl want? What were her intentions?
But that could wait another day too. For now, Wanda had a job to do: Comfort you. And comfort you she would. She’d be whatever you needed until you began to bounce back from this horrible accident. Then, once you brighten up, she’d pounce.
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The days following your arrival at her apartment were uneventful. You had learned quickly your apartment was nearly unlivable, but luckily could retrieve some of your things. It seemed that almost anything important to you survived. Both you and Wanda were thankful for that, but Wanda’s reasoning was quite different than yours.
You had begun to perk up after the tragic destruction of your apartment complex. Better yet, you had begun to make yourself at home with Wanda. You seemed to be getting quite comfortable and Wanda was overjoyed with how well you adapted to living with her.
Of course, it wasn’t quite what Wanda wanted yet. You insisted on sleeping on her sofa since it was a one bedroom and you had a habit of telling Wanda you would get out of her hair as soon as you could. Whenever you said that Wanda would just frown and say the same thing. “We can discuss this later” that’s all you heard on that topic from her and then she’d immediately try to distract you.
On Wanda’s part, she barely took her eyes off you. Even if you didn’t notice it. And when you were aware of it, you didn’t mind her hovering. You knew she was shaken from the accident, not knowing your fate for a good minute until she got your phone call. You just didn’t know to what extent Wanda cared for you and your safety, but you had hints. Call it an inkling, call it hope, you weren’t sure, but you were waiting.
In the short time Wanda had you within reach, she got bolder with her interactions with you. When she passed you by, she’d deliberately brush against you. Sometimes when you two spent time together she would reach for you, brushing hair from your face, wiping an invisible crumb from your lips, resting her hand on yours when you two talked. Wanda acted like it was the most natural thing in the world, but it was driving you crazy.
All the while, of course, Wanda knew. She didn’t have to read your mind to know it left you reeling. Your reaction said it all, the flush of your cheeks, the struggle mid sentence to keep talking, the way your eyes lit up when her hand touched yours. Wanda was eating it up. You were almost ready to be hers. You were so close, Wanda just needed to give you a little harder of a push.
So she had a plan to make stronger moves. Starting with “movie nights” in her bed. Wanda claimed it was for comfort. She had a long day, you had a long day, it was the perfect way to get cozy and wind down. Reluctantly, you agreed.
And that’s where you found yourself, on Wanda’s bed. The minute you sat down she smiled at you. To anyone else it was an innocent smile, but you could see the look in her eyes. It was as if she finally caught you in her trap, and that’s exactly what Wanda was thinking. Finally, she had you closer. One move and you could be all hers if she chose. The look was intense, but you didn’t mind it. The unknown of what might happen just made a shiver run down your spine.
Wanda noticed that, though. She was so in tune with your every move that there was no way she’d miss your smallest reaction. “Here, you’re cold. Come here.” Wanda didn’t even wait for you to answer before pulling your body closer to hers. You were practically leaning on her now and her arm remained looped around your waist.
The warmth and proximity was intoxicating to you, but your reaction wasn’t quite as strong as Wanda’s. She was drowning in delight, having your body pressed to hers. Wanda found your reaction to this so tantalizing. Your face flushed, your eyes glued to the TV facing her bed, too nervous to look back up to her. You were right where she wanted you and it was going fantastically.
That is, until you got a text.
You perked up at the chime of your phone, sitting almost forgotten on the nightstand. Wanda glanced at the clock and frowned. It was quite late for someone to be texting you right now.
Her frown only deepened when you pulled away from her grasp to reach for your phone.
“Who’s texting you so late?” Wanda tried to form that as a question, rather than accusation, but it was a struggle.
“Oh, just a classmate.” You shrugged as you unlocked your phone and began typing away.
Wanda desperately needed to keep her cool if she was going to finally make more progress with you. You had been right there in her arms, she could have that back if she just took a beat. But it was a struggle and her jealousy was a powerful voice in her head. “The one from before?” Wanda couldn’t stop herself from asking. “The girl you went to coffee with?”
“Yeah,” You said it as if it was the most casual thing in the world. To anyone else it would be, but to Wanda it was a threat. A threat that someone else was closing in on what was hers. She couldn’t have that. “She’s checking in. You know, after the accident and stuff. Seeing how I’m doing.”
So this girl is trying to play like she’s kind and concerned for you. If Wanda knew her intentions, she wouldn’t be bothered, but since she didn’t it only made her seeth. She kicked herself for not picking that girl’s brain when she saw her next to you, but then again she was too preoccupied by her close proximity to you. Not to mention, Wanda almost lost you that day. Still she was angry with herself for getting so distracted.
“Just checking in? Okay.” Wanda scoffed before she could repress her reaction.
You stopped. Your fingers freezing on your screen as you looked up at Wanda who now sat straight up on the bed, eyes dark with boiling anger as she watched you. “Yeah, just checking in,” you reiterated. “I haven’t seen her since we got coffee that day, since I had to skip some classes after what happened.”
“Why did you get coffee with her?” Wanda couldn’t stop now. She needed to know what this girl wanted from you. Since she wasn’t here for Wanda to invade her mind, questioning you would have to do.
“Just to chat.” You didn’t like this turn of events. It was irritating you that Wanda was being so… you didn’t exactly know what to call it. Possessive? But how could she be possessive if you two were just friends still.
“Just to chat?” Wanda fired back with skepticism.
“Yeah, believe it or not, Wanda, I can have more than one friend.” Your phone was forgotten. Dropped in your lap, mid reply to this girl. Wanda did take relief in knowing she distracted you, but your words definitely struck a nerve with her. Never had you talked like this with her and she wasn’t a fan.
“Friend.” Wanda spit the word out. “Okay.” Her arms crossed over her chest and the way she was glaring at you would send anyone cowering, but you held your ground. Angry that she was questioning your choice of words, angry that she was angry when she had no right. Not yet at least. You’ve been waiting for her to make a move, but to confirm what you two feel for each other. It was getting exhausting dancing around it. It was more than a crush, more than just a fling. Wanda was everywhere, in your daily life, in your head, in your dreams. She was the air you breathed and she was both questioning your relationship with another woman and refusing to further yours with her. “Is that all it is?”
“Yes!” You hissed. “What else would we be?”
You and Wanda were talking about two different things, you both just didn’t know it. Wanda was fuming at this point, thinking you were denying her the one thing she wanted in this world: you. She knew you felt stronger for her than just friendship. Wanda often gave into the temptation and found your thoughts filled with her. Even then, it didn’t take much to realize you were madly in love with Wanda. So why were you being so damn stubborn? Did you want this girl too? Was she better than Wanda somehow? Wanda knew you inside and out. She provided for you, she protected you. There’s no possible way this girl could be better.
But the more Wanda thought about it, the more her anger got the best of her. Wanda was done tiptoeing, done waiting. If she had to push she would push. You needed to see you were already hers.
With speed you didn’t understand suddenly you found your back hitting the bed with a thud. In one swift move, Wanda was sitting on top of you, eyes burning with rage. You didn’t miss the strange way you swore you saw red swirling in them. Your brow furrowed for a minute, but then Wanda’s hands were on your shoulders, pinning you to the bed and you were focused on something else entirely. She looked beyond pissed at this point.
“I don’t know what you want with this girl, but you won’t deny me anymore.” Wanda’s voice was low, but threatening. She didn’t yell, but she didn’t need to. Her tone sent a chill down your spine. You two had never fought before and you’d be lying if this new side of Wanda didn’t somewhat terrify you.
“What? I don’t want-“
“Yes you do!” Wanda snapped. “I- I’ve seen it! I know.” You didn’t know what Wanda meant by that, but the more she spoke the angrier she got. You could feel her practically trembling in fury on top of her. “Stop denying what we have. Whatever this girl can offer, I will give you more.” Wanda’s jaw was clenched, her firm hold on your shoulders tightened. The growing concern that bubbled inside you was surely showing on the surface at this point.
“Wanda, I don’t want her!” You knew now she misunderstood what you were saying completely and you misunderstood her anger as well. She thought you were saying you two were just friends, you thought she was angry that you had another friend. To some extent she was, but now you were starting to understand why. Still as much as you pleaded with her, the way she looked at you with such malice didn’t change. It had you shaking underneath her.
Wanda on the other hand was so blinded by her anger and jealousy she didn’t know what she was doing. But when it finally clicked her face fell and she realized just how severely she acted.
With panic in her eyes, her grip loosened and she sat back slightly, still on top of you. She blinked and tried to calm her breathing.
Wanda had scared you. She had shown you a side of her she didn’t want you to see. Not only that but she let slip things she was trying to hide, like her abilities. And she was slowly coming to the realization you two were on two totally different pages in this argument. Anxiety hit her hard as she realized just how badly she overreacted. If you wanted her before, maybe after this you could change your mind. She couldn’t have that, she couldn’t live with that. But surely, seeing her lose control would send you running for the hills.
You saw the shift as soon as it happened. You both were breathing hard as you tried to calm down. Then you saw the panic that was coursing through Wanda as she sat on top of you. Yes, she had scared you. If you were smart you’d leave, but you could never do that to Wanda. Not when she was what you wanted with every fiber of your being. Not when you just realized she wanted you so badly that the thought of not having you sent her into a spiral. She wanted you just as much as you wanted her, and despite her alarming way of showing it, you couldn’t help but revel in that. “Wanda, I don’t want her.”
Wanda stared down at you, eyes wide, still shocked by her own actions. “I don’t want her Wanda,” you said with more conviction this time. “I don’t.”
“And what do you want?” Wanda’s voice was a shaky whisper.
“You.” You watched as Wanda visibly broke on top of you from just that one word. She felt so much guilt for her anger. The shame she felt for doubting you, for terrifying the one she loved, was overwhelming.
“I’m sorry,” Wanda pleaded, the all consuming need to claim you now mixed with a staggering need for your forgiveness. “I’m sorry, I just can’t wait anymore. I can’t be without you. You have to understand, I wouldn’t hurt you, I wouldn’t. I’m sorry-.”
“I know,” You interrupted in a hushed voice. “I know, it’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry. I just need to be with you. I need you to be mine. Not hers, not anyone’s. Just mine. I need to have you.” Wanda was unraveling as she spoke. She was disgusted by her reaction to you, but you just made her so crazy. She can’t resist you. You’re all she’s wanted and she’s waited so fucking long for you. One tiny threat that you might be taken from her, whether by a horrible accident like what happened with your apartment, or by some other person who could sweep you off your feet, whatever it may be, just the idea drove Wanda to do drastic things.
You understood though. Maybe this was the breaking point you both needed. Maybe this blow up was a good thing. Finally, you two were ready to be honest. Whatever pull Wanda had over you, whatever connection you two made, you knew it was profoundly deep. There was no more fighting it.
This argument terrified you in the moment, but felt like it had finally led you to what you two should be. It gave you insight into Wanda. It gave you honesty, it gave you a Wanda that wasn’t restrained or calculated. Understanding had washed over you and you embraced whatever was to come next as long as it meant you had Wanda for yourself.
Wanda, on the other hand, felt like you could slip through her fingers at any moment. She heard your words, but still needed more. The cracks in her facade have finally shown and she didn’t know if she could stop it all from flooding out. She let herself slip and lose her resolve and she wasn’t sure she could stop herself from giving in. She had planned to be gentle, had planned to make you hers in a romantic, sweet way that would have you swoon for her. But instead, she couldn’t wait. She desperately needed to make you hers once and for all. She needed to know you meant what you said. Wanda would wait for you to give it willingly, even if she lost her cool and almost took without being given. She didn’t want that for you two. She needed the okay, but the moment she would get it, she knew her restraint would go out the window.
“Take what you need,” you offered. It was like you could read her mind too. But it was the exact words she longed to hear.
She stared at you for a moment, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. You showed none. You never would with her. Whatever she needed, you were eager to give.
“I need you,” she said in a low voice. “I need to feel you close.”
You nodded in response. Wanda’s hands ran down both your arms until they reached your wrists. Her long fingers wrapped tightly around them and brought them up above your head. She still looked unhinged, but this time it didn’t scare you. It was another shift in Wanda, another side you haven’t seen. She was desperate for you. Wanda glared down at you as if you were the first meal she was about to have in months. You truly were her prey and she wasn’t about to let you go.
Then she leaned down. She kissed you with all the might she had. It was almost animalistic and it left you breathless. You couldn’t keep up, but that didn’t stop Wanda from invading your mouth with her tongue and relishing in every small gasp you let out against her lips.
“I need to have you,” Wanda pleaded against your lips. She wanted to take things slow at first, but having you beneath her, Wanda wondered how she ever thought she could have any sense of control.
“You already do,” you whispered back.
“I need to be inside you,” she continued. “Please.” You just nodded, not given much of a chance to speak more with Wanda’s lips locked with yours.
Wanda wasn’t wasting any time. Secrets be damned, she wasn’t thinking when she made her next move. With the flick of her other hand, both your clothes were magicked away.
Your eyes widened in shock, but somehow you weren’t that surprised. Things clicked more in your mind about Wanda and who she was as the night went on. Yet, again you weren’t bothered.
Both of you shuddered when she pressed her naked body to yours. The feeling of her bare skin on yours was overwhelming. When she went back to kissing you just as hard as before, you didn’t think before placing a thigh between hers and feeling her immediately grind on it. And fuck she was so wet already, but you knew you were in the exact same state.
But Wanda needed to find out for herself. With one hand holding her steady, she used the other to slide down your body until she was finally between your legs. When she felt just how wet you were, the sound that came out of her was practically a growl. She knew she couldn’t wait much longer to be inside you.
Without much resistance, she slipped two fingers inside you and took in the way your body tensed for a moment as a whimper fell from your lips. Everything about this was intoxicating to Wanda. She quickly began to work her fingers inside you, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm, all the while moving against your thigh to make herself feel good too.
This wasn’t enough, though. No, Wanda needed more. She needed to fill you completely, she needed to feel your walls stretch and tighten around her. She needed to feel as connected to you as possible.
Without warning she pulled her fingers out of you, earning a huff of frustration. But then she flicked her hand again and through a red haze, a strap-on appeared on her hips.
You looked at Wanda for a moment, trying to understand why she pulled back. Your eyes followed hers down, and then you balked at the sight.
That was big. Bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, bigger than you thought would even fit.
“You can take it,” Wanda watched the reaction on your face. Not needing to read your mind to understand your shock.
Wanda began to move so that she could fully position herself between your legs. “Take it for me,” Wanda’s tone was more demanding than it was reassuring. You still were nervous, tensing as you prepared yourself for her. “Please,” Wanda’s voice softened for a moment, noticing your continued hesitation. You just nodded in response, willing to try to give her what she wanted. And with that, Wanda lined herself up with your entrance.
It took you all of two seconds to realize it wasn’t an ordinary strap-on. When Wanda pushed her faux cock into you, the satisfied groan she let out told you she could feel everything.
And you were right about it being big. She was going slow as she pushed her cock all the way in, but still you could feel it stretch you in a way you haven’t been stretched before. Your head fell back onto the pillow as Wanda finally bottomed out inside of you.
She gave you a moment, trying with everything inside her to hold onto some sort of control for even a moment so you could adjust to her. She was already losing her cool, being able to feel you like this finally was driving her wild.
Wanda couldn’t wait long before she had to move, trying her best to go slow as she pulled out and slid back in. The way you were reacting to her was quickly making the little control she still had slip, though. The small gasps you made with each movement of her hips as her cock slid in and out ever so gently was tantalizing.
You still weren’t used to the size, Wanda could tell. You still felt a twinge of pain with how stretched you were, but you also felt unbelievably good. It was almost overwhelming. Your small gasp turned to quiet moans and that’s when Wanda’s control finally broke.
Her hips snapped hard and your hands flew to the sheets of the bed, grabbing fists full as you cried out. That sound was music to Wanda’s ears and when she pulled out again and snapped her hips to push back inside you, she finally took all she wanted.
Wanda set a brutal pace. You had adjusted somewhat, but it still was overwhelming. Yet, you never wanted her to stop. She was grunting on top of you, lost in her own feelings of pleasure. Her pace was brutal, the room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin and silent cries as she pounded into you with desperate need.
Your head turned to the side of the pillow as tears fell down your cheek. Your body was finally used to the size, but Wanda’s pace, her bruising grip on your hips, and the way she pumped her cock into you with such strength were almost too much to take. Almost.  Wanda didn't seem to notice though. She was too focused on her need to have you close to be aware of anything other than the feeling of being inside you at this point.  
“I love you,” she whispered against the side of your neck, her body fully pressing you into the mattress as she continued to move her faux cock in and out of you. “Fuck… I love you.”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t reciprocate her feelings even if you wanted to. The way she was making your body feel was too overwhelming for you to utter any coherent thought. But Wanda  needed this, needed you. She needed to devour you in every sense. That way, she told herself, you couldn’t possibly leave and nothing could ever take you from her.
“Fuck… fuck” She was groaning against you now, pulling your legs over her hips with her hands so she could fuck you deeper. Your eyes rolled back and all you could do was take her, but you loved every minute of it.
Her hips were stuttering and you could tell she was just as close as you were. When her teeth sunk into your neck that’s all it took for you to cum all over her cock, screaming her name. Wanda didn’t stop though, fucking you through your orgasm to chase her own. Your entire body shook and your hands flew to Wanda’s shoulders, nails digging into her bare skin.
Wanda was moaning on top of you, her hips rutting into you at an impossible pace. All you could manage to do was whimper as your body was quickly reaching its peak again.
“I- I think it's too much,” you whined.
“No, no shhh” Wanda pleaded, her voice trembling as she pulled herself from your neck to look at your tear stained face. “One more, you can give me one more. I’m so… fuck I’m so close.”
Her hips slammed into yours with more force as she spoke and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying out. She was going to ruin you, but you couldn’t begin to care. Not when you wanted to give her everything she asked for. Not when all you could think of was how badly you’ve wanted this moment for so long.
Wanda’s body shook above you and her movement became erratic. She was getting rougher with each thrust, fucking into you deeper and deeper. And finally, after a minute more you felt her release on top of you with a low groan. Your second orgasm following shortly after.
Her movement slowed, until she lay limp against your shaking form. She remained inside you, but you didn’t mind. You felt closer to her this way. Her hands let go of its grip on your thighs and one pressed against your cheek. Your arms fell from her shoulders to wrap around Wanda’s naked form. Wanda leaned down onto you again, pressing her head to your chest.
She laid perfectly still there, listening to your heart beating. The sound of it rang through her entire being, bringing a wave of comfort and security she’s missed for so long. Laying underneath her was her love, her soulmate, the woman she had waited to have since the moment you two met. You were hers now, undoubtedly. You gave willingly to her and she took from you all she could, claiming you entirely.
She wasn’t ever going to let anything threaten to take you. She made the silent vow to herself that night as she watched you sleep tangled in her arms. Whether you knew it or not, you were hers for all eternity now.
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Summary: Your duty is to watch her 'till Chton comes for her, even if you hate it, but do you really hate it? Especially when you start to get to know Wanda. The bond begins to torment you. But, oh Lord, you've never been so in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ tw: angst, fluff, angst with a happy ending. ㅤ
Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ Six thousand years ago, after the beginning, there was a malevolent and ancient demon that plagued the face of the earth for a long time.
Chthon, one of the most powerful deities among the demons as he was one of the firsts to exist, managed to maintain control until he was banished. Unwilling to give up power, created a castle on top of Wundagore Mountain, carving his dark magic into the walls with evil spells prophesying the existence of a sorceress. The most powerful being, the Scarlet Witch, who would end up freeing him from his eternal exile.
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Chton was gone, but his followers remained over time, as did his sacred book: ‘The Darkhold’.
Demons roamed the earth, but not as everyone thought.
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The sound of gunshots echoed,  stinging and destructive; soldiers on one side and rebels on the other shooting and falling to the ground. The fire in the streets, terror had an exquisite scent for beings like her.
Civilians hid to avoid being caught in the firefights, trying to live as normal a life as possible in what they believed in was hell.
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Suddenly, the gunshots stopped, exposing the sound of those combat boots against the dusty ground.  That woman came out of that dark alley, there was no fear in those deep eyes. Her hair and clothes were immaculate, there were no traces of gunpowder on that leather jacket, nor dust on her perfect hair.
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Sighing, Y/N walked towards that street but in matter of seconds she appeared on the terrace of a building. Seemed that they would soon fall apart, the dim lights just showed the power would go out soon.
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Oh, she hated those places and at the same time she loved them. Chaos always had an exquisite flavor.
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But Y/N just smiled, her eyes changing color to a yellowish tone. Her pupils were vertical, like those of a cat or a snake.Those were her true eyes. She was a demon, of course, and not a very young one.
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“What a turmoil, huh?”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “The US Air Force will launch the bombing soon…” someone said behind her, watching as the planes hovered over the city.   A sensual and deep female voice. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
A red-haired woman stood next to her, watching that beautiful city be devoured by fire and violence. It was scary, but for them, it was perfect. Chaos was something they needed, they fed on it. It was no coincidence that she and a demon like Abaddon were there.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Abaddon was a demon of a much higher rank, more dangerous, and much more loyal to Chton, for a reason she was his second.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Why have you summoned me here? Lots of work?” Y/N tilted her head, watching the redhead. She looked like a sharp-tongued woman. “I mean, this place looks really bad and it’s kinda my specialty, but I'm a little busy with a war between-.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Leviathan.” Abaddon said her name, making Y/N stop. That was her real name, not Y/N. Although Y/N was the one she chose to feel part of the… world.Names had power and Y/N knew that if Abaddon said it, she had power over her.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “She’s here.” The voice and the way Abaddon said it made her blood run cold. Y/N frowned at her, that could only mean one thing and it was impossible. Millennia waiting for that moment, so much so that now it seems so distant and impossible.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Who?” She played that game, naivety, and she was so good at it. A nearby explosion caused the ground to shake, but neither of them flinched. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “Who Chton has been waiting so long for.” Abaddon smiled proudly, finally happy to say those words.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “The Scarlet Witch.” Y/N gasped, couldn't believe that was true. “But…” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Although that was good news for any demon from the depths of hell, Y/N didn't seem to think the same.
That meant the end of a world she became accustomed to, the end of comforts, the end of hedonism. Goodbye New York Pizza, goodbye to the sunsets in the Maldives, goodbye to good movies and good music.
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Despite that, Y/N tried to fake her best mischievous smile. “Are you sure?”
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“Yes… Thanks to you, we found the place where the Darkhold was buried, and now... You need to take care of it.”  Abaddon pointed towards one of the buildings in front of them, through the window you could see an adorable woman lying on an old sofa, with her two little ones. “That’s her.”
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“The woman?” Y/N asked curiously, tilting her head. Her hair was brown, had a charming smile and big eyes although you couldn't distinguish their color. A happy look despite the tragedy surrounding her family.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “No.” Abaddon rolled her eyes and pointed at the little girl, cuddling next to her mom. “The girl.”
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ But Y/N took a moment before speaking, her brow furrowed in confusion, she took a better look at the little girl.
Without a doubt, she had an undeniable resemblance to her mother.
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“But she’s a kid.” Y/N mumbled, somewhat confused. “They’re children.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
“Yes, and?...” Abaddon raised an eyebrow, already more annoyed than she expected.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ After a few seconds, Y/N just wrinkled her nose and shook her head.  “Yeah, no, I don’t mess with the tiny ones.” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ
Surprised by her rejection, the higher demon turned to see Y/N, who was still looking at the little girl curiously. How come something so powerful was so small and insignificant?
Abbadon could tell a hint of pity, perhaps sympathy, something that shouldn't have been there but Y/N had always been a pain in the ass. Y/N had spent more time with humans than she had in hell.
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“Your job is to do what Chton ordered you to do.” The redhead growled, showing those terrifying red eyes. Abaddon was superior to Y/N, just because Y/N had screwed up a few times.
The truth is, Y/N didn't want to be a 'demon', like it was a big deal.
She always repeated over and over again that she was only there because of a mistake, Y/N -or Leviathan-  didn't mean to fall, was a high-ranking angel, she just hung around the wrong people... wrong time! ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Therefore, she has always been a ‘bad’ demon. Cruel sometimes but morally decent. And the children, well, it was something she was never going to be able to understand. She would never attack children. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ “But they’re kids-”   This time, she seemed more confident in her words. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Fed up with her rambling and babbling, Abaddon quickly cut her off. “We don't need you to kill her, just... make sure her destiny continues as it should be. Watch her, do not intervene.”
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“And I’m not a fucking guardian angel or something, I fell for something- ”  Y/N growled.
ㅤㅤ “Do as you're told.” Through her teeth, Abaddon grabbed the collar of Y/N��s shirt, showing  why she was superior now. She was much more aggressive and volatile.  “We're not playing… he’s not playing.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
After a few tense moments, Abaddon released her and took a few steps back. Annoyed, Y/N simply sighed and shook her head.
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“Take it as a promotion for such good work on your… what do humans call it? Red Room.” Abaddon hissed with an evil smile before completely disappearing from that place.
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Sighing, Y/N stared at that place, knowing that it wouldn't last long if Chton needed that girl to exploit her potential. Three hours later, she witnesses a missile destroying Wanda Maximoff's home, beginning the chaos and pain in the girl’s life.
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“Hail Hydra!” One of the soldiers yelled, stepping aside, letting the woman in. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The cold, musty dark walls of the place seemed depressing to Y/N, her combat boots echoed down that hallway until she reached that horrible man's office.
She had known this man for fifteen years and there wasn't even a moment where she didn't want to rip his head off. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Hail Hydra.” Baron Von Strucker said quickly, but Y/N didn't return that greeting.
Y/N wasn't interested in having any kind of contact with Hydra, especially with the ‘leftovers’, but right now it was a necessary evil. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“We found two volunteers for the tests, as you said… I must say that the results have been extraordinary.” Strucker smiled brightly, more than the demon expected.
Y/N frowned, walking through the office until she reached the window, a beautiful view of the lake and the forests of Sokovia. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I know.” The woman murmured somewhat thoughtfully. “How is she?”  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ She didn’t expect Wanda and Pietro to seek refuge in Hydra, but the girl's resentment grew more and more. Something Chton and Abaddon believed was essential, Y/N had never taken the time to know or care about Wanda either. Despite knowing the girl for fifteen years, she had always been distant, fearing 'closeness' or as Abaddon would say: 'attachment'. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“How do you know it's a 'she'?”  Von Strucker asked, raising an eyebrow, quite confused. No one but him and some soldiers knew that they were twin brothers, a boy and a girl. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
But Y/N's glare made him reconsider his words. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I know everything, don't forget who has helped you all these years. I am your superior, I am your god.” she said through clenched teeth. Suddenly, those human eyes changed to yellowish serpent eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
But before Y/N could say anything, a screeching sound and the red lights indicated the alarms were activated, they were being attacked.
The Avengers crossed the walls that surrounded the castle, ready to take back Loki's scepter.  ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Growling in annoyance, Y/N walked towards the door. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Attack the city, split them up.” Y/N said to Strucker  before disappearing from that place. She needed to look for Wanda, needed to get her out of that place before the avengers found her but an empty room answered everything the demon needed to know.
Screaming in frustration, the demon disappeared from the scene. How could she have lost her?
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“How did you lose her?!” Abaddon shouted, violently approaching to Y/N.  Her face was as red as her hair, and her eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets soon. There were very few times that Y/N had seen Abaddon like that. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Both were in an office in one of the tallest buildings in New York, close to the Avengers Tower.
It was no surprise that a demon like Abaddon had a firm like ‘Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz’ in her hands. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N squeezed her fists preventing herself from exploding. She didn't like being reprimanded by Abaddon at all, much less in front of other demons.
Things in Sokovia had gotten out of control.
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Wanda and Pietro escaped, first manipulated by Ultron and then by the fucking Avengers. As a result, Pietro died in Sokovia trying to save the world. That would have been great if it served its purpose, but it didn't.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “She lost her twin brother in that battle, her potential has not been unleashed yet.... but is there, I know is in there.” Y/N was quick to say, then clenched her jaw. Abaddon was about  to lose it until she heard the last thing.  “The Avengers took her, she's with S.H.I.E.L.D. now.”
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Those words managed to appease the redhead's anger, who sat back down in her huge chair. Some of the demons around her whispered a few things, good or bad, but good enough for Y/N to stay alive.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Go with those 'Avengers' or whatever. Do what you must, don't let her out of your sight.” The fierce-eyed woman said, raising an eyebrow. “Chthon will destroy you if you don't, he needs the girl alive.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Clenching her jaw, Y/N just nodded.
She decided to turn on her heels and walk towards the door but the war spirit inside couldn't leave it just like that.
Why? She spent fifteen years making sure that stupid girl was suffering to fulfill her own destiny. Through suffering, Wanda Maximoff would transform into the Scarlet Witch, taking on the mantle that belonged to her.
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Should she keep doing it now? Even more? ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“If she's so powerful, why should I take care of her? I’m not a fucking angel anymore.” Y/N complained, looking at Abaddon one last time. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The demons around them closed their eyes in suffering, they knew that later they would have to suffer and endure Abaddon's wrath because of Y/N. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Just do as I say, Leviathan!” Abaddon hissed through those white teeth and then glanced out of the corner of her eye at one of the demons. It was a woman with black hair and brown eyes like a puppy. She was wearing a white shirt buttoned all the way. Her black hair was tied in a tight ponytail. Looked like a secretary or something like that. “And take this useless spawn with you. I'm sick of her.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Sighing, Y/N just shook her head and left the office, quickly followed by that girl.
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“Stolas… what did you do now?!” Y/N asked, pressing the elevator button, noticing how the brunette next to her finally untied the collar of that perfectly ironed shirt. Y/N knew that if Abaddon kicked her out was because she was fed up with Stolas, a rather young and troublesome demon. Had some important hierarchical level, but not as high as Abaddon or herself. She this big problem called: being naive.  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Stolas was going to speak but Y/N stopped her. “You know what? I don't wanna know.”
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Once both entered the elevator, they remained silent until Stolas couldn't take it anymore and blurted out everything. “I fucked up in the Red Room, big time.”
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“I told you I didn't want to know!” Y/N growled and then shook her head, thinking that maybe now with Stolas it would be a lot harder. After a few seconds, the elevator reached the ground floor but before they got out, the brunette turned to look at her.
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“Lev?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
At that 'nickname', Y/N turned to look at her and noticed the concern in those brown eyes.
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“You don't want to disappoint him again.”
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And those words chilled Y/N’s blood, not just because of the way Stolas said it, with so much fear. But because they both knew that disappointing Chton was a direct ticket to nothing, to the abyss, to be thrown into a black hole never to come out again.  That was much worse than hell.
If that sounded bad, betraying or disappointing him was much worse. Frowning, she just shook her head. “I won’t.”
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“Thank you for this, Ma'am. You won't regret it.” Y/N said with a kind smile. She was wearing a dark combat suit, typical of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
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After the fiasco in Sokovia, Y/N used her tricks to stay on S.H.I.E.L.D as an agent. She couldn't just walk in and take Wanda away like it was nothing, it would alert the Avengers and the demon didn't have time to unleash chaos like that.
She needed to be sneaky, and passing as an agent and keeping an eye on the Sokovian was the best idea in mind. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“After what I've been told about how you've performed in Sokovia, I know you'll do very well here.” Maria Hill smiled and shook her hand.
Maria was an excellent agent, but she could not overcome a demon’s manipulation. 
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After half an hour talking about the job they would have at the Compound, that of course working with Avengers was much harder. The missions were much more complex, dangerous, many times with risk of losing their lives and it was a responsibility that they had to assume, if they wanted to be there.
She also explained to Y/N and Stolas that their superior, Natasha Romanoff, would look for them later to meet them.
After five more minutes, both left Hill's office walking through the hallways, greeting some agents who passed by them.
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“So… What’s your name?” Stolas asked curiously. “Your human name, I mean.” ㅤㅤㅤ
“The same as always, I get confused if I change it too much.” Y/N wrinkled her nose and then held out her ID. ㅤㅤㅤ
“Y/N Y/L/N?” Stolas read slowly and then handed back the ID. “Cool name.”
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“I've been using it for so long that I already forgot mine.”  Y/N shrugged as they left the elevator and walked towards the room they would both share.
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“It’s Leviathan.” Stolas said quickly and in an overly naïve manner, causing Y/N to let out a confused giggle.
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“... It was a joke.”
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“Oh.” The brunette nodded slowly, surprised. Of course this was all new to her, she had some 'jobs' on Earth but not much to socialize with humans. After a few seconds she took out her ID and showed it to Y/N proudly. “I’ll be Julia Hale. I’m an agent.”
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Y/N watched with curiosity as the girl smiled seeing the ID and then put it in her pocket. “Why are you so excited? We're supposed to hate them, you should hate this like you all demons do.”
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“Well, I haven't been around here much...” Jules shrugged.  “We're supposed to use them, I'm more excited to experience new things and I like to hurt them sometimes over there, in hell. Working with Abaddon was… awful and boring. Mostly awful, so this is better.”
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But Y/N just listened to everything carefully, noticing that she was telling the truth. In a way she thought that perhaps Abaddon sent Stolas to spy on her, but Stolas - or 'Jules' now - was telling the truth. Abaddon just wanted to get rid of her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Once they finally arrived at the training area, both walked through the gym, approaching a more private training area where only the Avengers and some agents close to the group trained.
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In the distance, you could see how a brunette and a redhead battled in a ring to maintain control but the widow defeated the sokovian easily.
Y/N tilted her head, noticing that Wanda didn't seem bothered by hitting the mat again and again, but rather tired, staring blankly waiting for it to finish.
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"That's our best weapon?" Jules frowned looking at Wanda.
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“That one is interesting.”  Y/N referred to Natasha.
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The woman was very skilled, fast, and of course even if Wanda tried hard, she would never make the widow fall without powers. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“The Black Widow. Dangerous. One of the best weapons in the Red Room for a long time…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Come on. Jab, Wanda!” Y/N muttered under her breath, trying to encourage her 'protege' but once again, Natasha ended up making Wanda fall. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The demon just shook herhead, how was it possible that that girl ended up being the Scarlet Witch? She could barely stand up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“At least she’s pretty.” Jules mumbled, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.
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“You shouldn't think that.” Y/N frowned.
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But the brunette just shrugged. “Come on… Like you never fucked humans.”
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“I did, but I don't worship them, I just use them.”  As if she was seriously offended, Y/N just grunted and rolled her eyes.
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“I just said she's pretty... it's not like you thought that too.” Jules rolled her eyes too. She didn't know why there was such a scandal in liking a ‘human’, without a doubt seeing them was better than some infernal beast in the depths of the darkness. “Anyway, that's all we can do, she’s Chton’s pet.”
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Y/N didn't say anything, just stayed silent as they watched the blonde and brunette fight one more time.
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Wanda just sat far away so she could drink some water, but although the demon thought it must be tiredness, the sokovian seemed down. You could tell in her aura, something wasn't right about her at all and it stirred something in Y/N, something she couldn't identify.
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“Do you already know what will happen to her?”Jules asked curiously, watching Y/N who kept her gaze fixed on the sokovian.  “... that makes her... You know, change?”
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“No one knows... I thought it would be Pietro's death, but apparently it's something more devastating.” Y/N sighed. “Just that it will be painful enough to break her whole world.”  
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Although she didn't know it, those words would weigh heavily in the future. As if it were a revelation. Wanda got up again but this time she walked away from the gym.
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“Who’s the golden retriever?” Y/N asked as she watched the brunette fall to the mat once again, the blonde seeming to be winning once again.
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The blonde raised her ice-cold gaze and collided with Y/N's for a moment, like she knew something wasn't right, until returning to Kate it softened.
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“Kate Bishop… and Yelena Belova, she is the widow’s sister.”
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“Mh… interesting. Maybe we should start there, Kate looks like a weak point and desperate for a friend.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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That day passed slowly, first day at the Compound had been quite tiring. As if interviews with Maria Hill weren't stressful enough, briefings between Avengers were worse. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Do we really have to do this?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yes. We have to.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The sun finally hid behind the huge treetops that surrounded the place. 
Y/N and Jules were returning from a long training session, and although they had much higher stamina than a human being or a superhuman, it was quite boring doing things that you could easily overcome as a demon.
Once they reached the rooms, they bumped into a redhead who was waiting outside with crossed arms. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“You must be the newbies.” With a smug smile, Natasha greeted them both.  “Shame I wasn't at your training today, but someone told me you both are deadly.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N didn't say anything, she knew that if she drew too much attention it could complicate things. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I spoke with Maria and now you both will work with us-” 
ㅤㅤㅤ Before Y/N could say anything against it, Natasha continued speaking since she was her superior.  “You can dine with us if you want. Meet the team... there are just a few of us now.” ㅤㅤㅤ
Jules's eyes widened excited while Y/N remained the same, of course she didn't feel like socializing with those people but couldn't arouse suspicion either.
Y/N just nodded slowly, giving a fake kind smile.
ㅤㅤㅤ ‘I'm not hungry now, but  thank you. Maybe another time.’ It was something she would have said but ended up saying:  “Sure.”
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“Great.” Natasha exclaimed, winking flirtatiously. The three walked together to the kitchen while chatting pleasantly, it was a more private area where the other agents wouldn't be snooping around. ㅤㅤㅤ
At the table were Kate Bishop and Yelena playing some video games, Steve was chatting with Bucky and Bruce, who was cooking. Wanda was on the couch far away, trying to read, and Vision was looking out the window with a thoughtful look.
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“Hey.” Natasha caught everyone's attention.  “This is Y/N and Julia, they are new and tonight they are going to have dinner with us.”
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Y/N felt everyone's gaze on her and could feel the heat on the back of her neck. She had never felt so exposed, and above all, she had never felt so uncomfortable in centuries. ㅤㅤㅤ
Everyone greeted them kindly, Steve was very kind to come over and shake their hands. Yelena just nodded her head saying 'hey' and Kate looked like an adorable puppy excited to meet the new agents, which made Y/N slowly walk away. Feeling deeply uncomfortable. ㅤㅤㅤ
Bruce was quick to say that dinner was ready, and everyone seemed happy about it, willing to help set the table, but something caught Y/N's attention.
Sighing, Wanda walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water and instead of returning to her seat, she walked away. ㅤㅤㅤ
“Where is she going?” Y/N asked as she watched the sokovian disappear.
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“Wanda doesn't like spending a lot of time outside her room. She's having hard times, the girl lost her twin brother recently.” Natasha wrinkled her nose as she helped carry the salad to the table. ㅤㅤㅤ
“In her Emo era, huh?” Jules joked but Y/N nudged her. “Ouch.” ㅤㅤㅤ
“You know, I think… I want to take a shower first, I'm not that hungry anyway but thank you.” Y/N said as she walked out, finding the perfect reason to leave and not have to socialize with them. That job was tedious enough without having to listen to Bruce Banner or Kate's jokes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
She decided to go up to their room, taking a nice hot shower and read a nice book until the clock struck midnight.
Jules was snoring on the next bed, really tired. Frowning, Y/N wondered if perhaps it was because that young demon didn't have any experience on Earth. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Her belly growled saying that despite being a demon, she had some basic needs like eating. Sighing, Y/N got up from her bed and left the room to attack the kitchen while everyone rested.
And it would have been a magnificent plan, the kitchen was empty which made her smile victoriously as she opened the fridge. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Taking some bread, chicken salad and some cold cuts, the demon made herself a huge sandwich to satisfy the hunger.
Of course, she accompanied it with some spicy fries that the package clarified were 'property of Yelena -AND ONLY Yelena Belova-’' ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Not caring in the least, Y/N was about to take a bite when a soft voice interrupted the moment. She knew how to recognize that Sokovian accent perfectly, even though Wanda tried hard to hide it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Yelena doesn't like people eating her chips.”  Wanda said from the other side of the kitchen, slowly approaching as if she were a grieving ghost. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I'll deal with her later.” Y/N shrugged. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Convinced with that answer, Wanda just ignored her and went to the kitchen so she could make herself some steaming tea. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“My name is Y/N.” She looked at Wanda but the brunette didn't even look at her.  “What's yours?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Of course the demon knew everything about Wanda, even the things that not even the Sokoviana knew. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Why are you asking something you already know?”  Finally, she lifted that completely blank green gaze. Y/N could see the deep sadness behind them.
That made Y/N stay quiet and surprised. How was it possible? How did Wanda know that-? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Oh. How silly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Of course she should know, she’s an avenger, right? EVERYONE knew who Wanda Maximoff was.
Shrugging, Y/N just sat down at the table so she could eat her sandwich. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
That was strange to the Sokovian, who perhaps was expecting a sarcastic response or something like that. Perhaps a curious mind asking about her powers or about Sokovia like everyone else, but Y/N just kept eating.
Taking the warm cup in her hands, Wanda was about to leave until she stopped in front of the table.
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The silence was so pleasant that she couldn't help but end up sitting too. A bit surprised, Y/N decided to share some sandwiches.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I’m Wanda.” The Sokovian finished by saying, taking a chicken salad sandwich. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The demon looked up, colliding with those beautiful, huge green eyes and all she could felt was terror. Not because of the fear of knowing who Wanda was or being recognized, but because there was something about them, something different, perhaps attractive. She really liked those eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I’m Y/N.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I know, you said it before.”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Finally they both smiled.
And maybe the demon let loose a little more. And perhaps the Sokovian smiled a little bit more, almost in an imperceptible way. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Silence reigned again and both decided to enjoy it, keep eating without needing a word other than the sound of the clock hands.  Although it seemed like a pleasant coincidence, it became routine.
Every night, Wanda and Y/N decided to have dinner together at midnight, avoiding the 'avengers' reunion. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The talks were usually short, they enjoyed the company without needing to go further. Or so they wanted to think. Wanda was not going to admit that Y/N slowly made her forget the pain and that normous invisible wall was beginning to fall, and Y/N was not going to admit that she liked Wanda's presence, but they were always together sharing that sacred moment. Y/N tried to ignore all those thoughts that reminded her that she should NOT maintain any ties with the witch and it wasn't easy at all.
Some nights Wanda would cook something for both of them, other nights Y/N would bring some Chinese food or pizza.
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But one night Y/N just didn't show up. That Friday night, a storm was hitting the Compound so hard that the treetops were moving violently. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Wanda excused herself from dinner saying that she wasn't that hungry cause in one of their ‘small talks’ with Y/N, both agreed to make some pasta on friday night. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Does anyone know where Y/N is?” Wanda asked, trying not to look too worried. Of course Natasha noticed the concern in her voice, but she didn't say anything.
Nat was a very good spy and confirmed it when she found both girls having dinner together, but neither of them noticed it. The redhead was happy for both, especially for Wanda who was beginning to open up a little bit. Natasha respected Wanda's silence, although she made her pay for it in training.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Noticing that the hours were passing and Y/N didn't return from that mission, Wanda walked back and forth with her arms crossed as she watched the furious wind move the treetops through the window.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Why hasn't Y/N come back yet? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The only thing she knew – and thanks to Natasha – was that Y/N was on a mission in Norway. Things had not gone well at all, but they would soon return with the news and information they needed about the last remnants of Hydra.
But that storm was bringing out the worst in the Sokovian, who seemed to relive the worst thoughts over and over again.
Why was she so concerned about Y/N?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Well, maybe because together they managed to establish a small friendship or bond without saying much.
After half an hour and a lot of tragic thoughts, the door to the room opened, letting in this woman in a bit of a hurry carrying a package on her hands.
Y/N's hair was wet as was her clothes, but the package seemed intact. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I'm sorry., I'm sorry, I know!” The demon said, approaching Wanda and stopping right in front of her. The drops of water were falling down her face, she didn’t even stop to go up to her room or change clothes. She knew Wanda would be waiting for her, and knew she might be worried. “I really couldn't do anything, the mission got so bad in a blink.”  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lost in those eyes, Wanda's heart skipped a beat. Couldn't even say a single coherent word. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “We were trapped, the agents were waiting for us but we managed to overcome them-” Y/N said quickly, babbling as droplets fell from her hair.  And at that very moment, Y/N knew that something wasn't right with her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Frowning, the demon rethought all her actions that day. Why was she explaining herself to Wanda? Why was she so worried about being on time and not standing her up? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Because she knew that Wanda created a routine with her, because she knew that Wanda  lost her brother a short time ago, and that she fled any kind of ties with the Avengers but not with her. Not with Y/N. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Because she cared, because it mattered. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Suddenly, Y/N remembered that she was still holding that package and decided not to let go. Without further ado, Wanda came to hug her tightly. Closing her eyes, the Sokovian let herself get lost in that warm sensation. Oh, she was so happy to see that Y/N was okay. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
The fear she felt at the thought that she could lose Y/N, even though Wanda barely knew her, was overwhelming. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Completely shocked, Y/N didn't know what to do. No one had ever held her before, she had never before allowed anyone to touch her so intimately.  Much less hug her like that. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked quickly, breaking away to look at her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ “I- I'm fine.” Y/N stammered, feeling the heat in her ears. She was definitely blushing and no one, no one had ever managed that. “Some bruises… but we’re okay.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Is your girlfriend okay too?” Wanda lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed but perhaps also jealous. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Girlfriend?” Y/N frowned quite confused. “Oh… no! Jules is… my friend. Just my friend.” She stammered quickly, nodding. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Oh, great.” And as if her soul returned to her body, Wanda just smiled and nodded too.
Finally, the demon smiled slightly without needing to fake it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “What’s that?” The Sokovian looked at that perfectly wrapped package.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Remembering it, Y/N opened her eyes wide and handed it to her. “I brought pasta from Sicily!”  
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ That took Wanda by surprise, who just let out a small, confused giggle.
Noticing her mistake, Y/N blinked quickly and added babbling: “I mean, not really Sicily but the place called ‘Sicily’ in Little Italy. I know it’s not chicken paprikash but…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Taking a huge breath of air, Y/N seemed about to explode but Wanda simply stopped that bombshell with a small smile and a soft voice.  “Thank you.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And that's all they needed, to share a moment together. After Y/N took a quick shower, both finally sat down to taste that exquisite pasta together. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Why don't you have dinner with them? I'm not saying it bothers me, I’m flattered. I like this.” Y/N said curiously as she devoured that delicious pasta. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It's different… with you.” Wanda whispered, watching her face in detail. Y/N was strangely unique; those lips, her nose, how adorable her slightly blushing cheeks were. Although those eyes... they made her feel different, weird but good at the same time. She knew they were hiding something. How strange. “You are the only one who doesn't torment me with loud thoughts.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Oh, how curious that was. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Why couldn't she hear Y/N’s thoughts? That question was haunting the brunette for weeks but then she came to the simple answer: did it matter?
Y/N made her feel comfortable, who cares why she can’t? She had to learn to trust Y/N, it was exciting. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Everyone here does it, and I can't help it. It’s driving me crazy…” Wanda lowered her gaze for a moment, embarrassed.  “...like I don't have enough pain in my heart. I must deal with anxiety and other people's pain too.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Staying silent, Y/N completely understood Wanda's reasons for distancing herself from the others.
Even though she pretended not to care and even though she should NOT care, Y/N  was beginning to make a bond with Wanda and it was inevitable not to feel… empathy.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It was inevitable not to feel appreciation for those sad eyes, wasn’t that the reason for all this? To create the Scarlet Witch, to forge the most powerful being in existence through pain. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I won't tell you I'm sorry, everyone does it and it doesn't seem to help you at all.” Y/N barely said, she knew some things about torture and pain. Many, but she had never experienced it that way. “I know some stuff about pain… and if you need me, and want to talk about it... I'm here.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Pursing her lips, Y/N just tried hard to smile and shrugged, showing for the first time who she was.
And maybe that was what Wanda valued most, that she didn't need to make her feel better with empty words. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The Sokovian nodded. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How is your ravioli?” Y/N finally asked, taking a bite.  
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It’s good.” Wanda smiled widely, taking another bite as well.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I’m glad.” Y/N smiled tenderly, wiping her lips with a napkin.  “The owner told me it was late but that she only made an exception because I was soaked.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “You did that for me?” Those beautiful green eyes shone with some hope. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Of course not, I did it because I was hungry!” Y/N joked. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Stealing a giggle from the Sokovian, they kept enjoying for a while until the clock invited them to retire to their rooms before Natasha found out and kicked their asses.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah?” As she finished putting the dishes in the dryer, the demon looked up to see Wanda in front of her. She was playing with her rings, something she did when the girl was nervous and it looked adorable. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“Thanks for coming back safely.” After saying that, Wanda walked away slowly, feeling her heart racing and her cheeks blushing like a teenager in love. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
And the demon's old heart gave signs of life, jumping when she heard that. Joy could be seen in those 'human' eyes. Oh, what was she doing? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Look, you’re a sea beast! … What’s that? A whale?” Jules asked excitedly as she looked at the screen, searching for information on some random pages about demonology.
Since she arrived on Earth, Stolas was fascinated with all the technological advancement and the knowledge that humans had of them. Some are totally wrong, according to her. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “A snake! I'm not a whale, I'm a snake! Just- … Can you stop looking for us on the internet?”  Y/N growled as she changed into her pajamas so she could lie down on her bunk. “If someone see you, they'll say you're crazy and you'll ruin our plans.”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “No, I wanna see-” The brunette tried to continue but Y/N took her phone from her hands in annoyance and then threw it away, pointing at Jules. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “You're a gay owl with skinny long legs.”  Y/N hissed, arching an eyebrow. “You teach about astronomy and herbs when you are summoned! Happy? HERBS! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, a demon teaching about herbs!” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Hey! that’s not me.” Jules stood up to grab her phone to look for the picture, it clearly looked like an owl exactly like Y/N described it. “I don't look like that. I know a lot about astronomy tho.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Rolling her eyes in disdain, Y/N laid down on her bunk so she could rest.
Every night, it took an hour to find sleep. Her body was never so tired as to fall asleep easily, and  thoughts came to her to haunt her one more time.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N sighed thinking about her once again, but Jules' voice saved one more time, something the demon didn't think could be possible.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How is everything going? With Wanda…”   Jules glanced at Y/N, who seemed to focus her gaze on the ceiling. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It’s okay.” Y/N shrugged. “Like a hurt beast, but nothing that indicates… you know.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ The brunette turned to see Y/N with a mischievous smile. “I know you both have dinner together at midnight. I can hear her heart pounding fast in the distance.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ How dare Stolas offend her like that? Watching her with a murderous look, Y/N growled: “I never said that you should follow me. And you shouldn't get involved in other people's affairs.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
“I didn't do it!” Jules quickly defended herself, a bit scared. “I just… noticed it. Abaddon didn't say anything about you having to bond with her.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I like to have things under control.” Sighing, Y/N kept staring at the ceiling. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Or you like to spend time with her.” Of course Jules was more astute than she looked, despite being naive she was no fool. Jules was a high-ranking demon, with the brain and body of a woman who had never experienced anything more than torture her entire life.  “Time is something so simple for us, Y/N, we are eternal… We have seen empires rise, we have seen empires fall. We have seen great people and many other people so horrible that hell was not enough for them... all thanks to time. For us, it is nothing more than sand, but for her it is important, and you like her to enjoy it with you.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Y/N turned to look at Jules, who didn't seem to say it in a mean or judging way.
The brunette just blinked slowly, a little thoughtful, maybe even relaxing between those huge pillows.
She wasn't trying to attack her or use it as an advantage, Jules seemed rather curious.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “And I’m saying: mind your own business.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and grabbed one of the pillows, hitting Jules. “Sleep now, Stolas.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “It’s ‘Jules’ here!” Rolling her eyes, Jules settled on her bed and Y/N did the same after turning off the lights. Silence reigned for a moment until the voice of the demon brought Y/N out of her thoughts again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N?” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Sighing, ready to get up and hit her to shut up, Y/N opened her eyes.  “What?!” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “If you think the girl needs to clear her head or feel better or... if you want to share your time with her, I think it's the right thing to do… that’s why you’re so much better than Abaddon.” Jules said in a whisper as she rolled over and settled down to sleep. “And you don't hit me all day long, that's good.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ And perhaps those words finally managed to steal a small smile from Y/N. The urge to hit Stolas or -Jules now- wasn't far, but she understood the demon's relief at being away from someone like Abaddon.
Although demons had an evil nature, they were not all exactly the same. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Many of them had previously been kind beings who ended up falling. Some with reasons, others not so much. Some were cruel, others were sadistic, and others simply existed. But Abaddon was different, if demons were chaos, Abaddon was cruelty and malice. She was a cruel general, addicted to blood, hungry for violence and that was why Chton had considered her over Y/N.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ There was no room for cruelty in Y/N, except for beings that were truly malicious. Y/N loved giving them what they deserved. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah…” Y/N sighed. “That's why I'm not where she is. In control.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ And although the demon tried to sleep and clear her head, it was difficult not to think about that girl all night. The way Wanda looked at her, or the way she cared for her was so…disgustingly nice.
She had to do something to stop it, and she had to do it soon or everything would become even more complicated.
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Well, I hope you like this new story that is running through my head and is saving me from the daily stress in which I begin to die. But a beautiful song made me think about that story, so why not? In my defense, watching 'Good Omens' helped a little. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ I'm sorry for leaving you for so long, my life is getting a bit complex these days… The economy in my country is burning and I try to survive by working hard so writing was difficult for me. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ If you want me to tag you in the next chapters, just comment and I will. Thank you very much for reading me, honeybee! It means a lot! 🐝 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Do you want to help me? Wow, that's adorable and means a lot. You can buy me a coffee here!
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Business as Unusual - Chapter 6: The Domestic Life of Crime Bosses
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NOTE: Please do not translate, plagiarize, copy, or steal my work as your own ~ Thank you <3 
Chapter One  Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader 
word count: 6.4K 
warnings(18+only):   Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; Angst
CHAPTER SIX: THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF CRIME BOSSES
Kate squeals with excitement as you and Kate sit together in Nat’s office. Nat stepped out for a moment, taking a call from the dry cleaners. Her voice was slightly annoyed from the interruption.
“FINALLY!!” Kate cheers in a hushed whisper.
“Shhh” you wave your hands in front of you, not wanting Natasha to hear you two.
“So they’re finally going to take you out?”
“Yes, Saturday night actually.” You say with your glasses perched at the tip of your nose. Gripping a pencil in one hand, the other typing into a paper tape calculator. You were more than capable of doing mental math, or doing the work via pencil and paper, but having a calculator like this helped you see if by chance you made an error along the way (which was next to never.) Good practices made for little mistakes though.
Kate claps her hands together, her blue eyes turning to little crescent moons with the way she’s smiling.
“Yelena and I have been shipping the three of you for so LONG now,”
“Apparently everyone has known about their crush for a while now,” you chuckle, turning to enter the numbers into the accounting software on Nat’s computer.
“And obviously we’ve all seen the way you act when you’re around them.” You turn to look at Kate, fake shock filling your features. She giggles, and pushes your shoulder with a gentle hand. You grab your arm, and pretend to wince in pain.
“Ow! ow! Wanda!” You pretend to cry out, voice low, but loud enough for Kate feel her anxiety spike. Kate knows that Wanda would be home at some point soon for lunch. Usually she popped her head in the office to say hello by now. On a usual day like today, Nat would sit with you going over numbers all morning. Depending on the client, it could take anywhere from an hour to at least 5 getting ahold of different vibranium suppliers via untraceable phone numbers, emails, etc. After spending the majority of yesterday taking notes while Nat blabbed on the phone with someone in East Africa, today felt like putting on a pair of old sneakers. Comfortable, and easy to walk in.
“Don’t you dare!! Wanda nearly threw Yelena off the side of a building for the ankle incident.” You grin, pushing your reading glasses up your nose.
“To be fair your wife left a foot shaped bruise on my sternum for weeks,” You say, running a hand over your sternum. Truthfully, the bruise had just started to fade, now yellowing around the edges. Wanda was still making you ice the bruise. Yesterday she watched you wince slightly when carrying a box into the apartment. For the next hour you had a bag of frozen peas practically strapped to you.
“Oh yeah? And I’m sure it was so hard having nurse Nat care for you,” Kate rolls her eyes, and sits back in her chair, a smug smile playing across her face. Kate was here today to learn the security program with you.
Most days Kate works with Clint, as his back up security detail for Natasha. She’s a skilled archer who’s trained in martial arts. According to Nat, Kate is a pretty good shooter. Although the raven haired girl doesn’t look the type to fight, she’s taken down more than a dozen grown men in the past. Today she just wears a pair of joggers, and a black zip up hoodie. You recognize the shirt she wears underneath as a crop top that Yelena wears from time to time.
“No comment,” you say, a bit flustered as you remember the day Natasha and Wanda took care of you after Yelena’s blow to your sternum.
Flashback: 8 hours post “The Ankle Incident”:
Nat turns the spare key into the lock of your apartment. The usually light footed woman, tip toes inside to find you snuggled against Wanda. Foot still resting atop a pillow, which has moved to the opposite end of the couch rather than the coffee table. The two of you under your fleece green blanket, which Nat has learned is your favorite. Softly Ratatouille played on the television. The volume is just above silent. Natasha so desperately wanted to curl up with you and Wanda. Your head rested on Wanda’s chest, soft snores escaping your lips. Wanda’s arms are wrapped around your sleeping body. With little to no pressure Natasha tapped her wife on the shoulder.
“Malaysh, it’s me. Time to wake up,” she whispered. Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her wife sleepily. The two share a brief kiss hello.
“I see that someone is still zonked,” Nat whispers, gesturing down to you. Wanda hums, running a hand through her hair.
“She woke up and insisted that we watch another film,” Wanda’s eyes flicker up to the television screen.
“You should have put her to bed,” Nat scolded.
“I was going to take her to bed after the cooking Rat movie,” Nat looked over her shoulder, and shook her head at the ridiculousness of the movie. Of course Y/N would love a movie about a cooking rodent. She reaches for the remote, and presses the power button, and the screen goes dark.
“I’m going to take sleeping beauty to bed, okay?”
Wanda yawns, and nods her head. Nat hooks her arm under your legs, and cradles your sleeping body against hers. You snuggle against the Russian’s chest, basking in her warmth. She pretends to play it cool, but she pulls you in closer. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
“Can you have Bucky pick her up Ensure or Pediasure or something tomorrow? She needs to put some meat on her bones.” Wanda nods in agreement. Both of them know that you never finish a meal. Your chronic stomach aches made you constantly nauseous. Rendering you underweight. It’s not that you didn’t like to eat, the two of them watched you eat sweets, ramen, and (hot) pasta dishes. You just physically couldn’t handle food sometimes.
“Too chalky,” you mumbled, stirring in Natasha’s arms. She chuckled, of course that’s what you heard her saying.
“Go back to sleep, silly girl,” Nat cooed, heading toward your bedroom. She opens the door, and sees the dragonfly night light illuminating your room. Gently she laid you down, making sure to put zero pressure on your ankle. As she pulls the covers up, s he notices the small bunny rabbit stuffed animal on the floor beside your bed and smiles. Picking it up, and placing it next to you on the bed. Instinctively you reach out and cuddle the bunny closer. The Russian’s heart nearly melts right then and there.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” she whispered softly before exiting your room.
Present Day:
“What aren’t we commenting on,” Nat asks as she renters the office. She’s got an apple in her hand, which she’s taken a few bites out of already. She sets a glass of water down next to you. You stare at it blankly, before turning your head back to the computer screen.
“We are commenting on whether or not Y/N needs another cup of coffee,” Kate says cooly. Nat laughs, shaking her head. She gestures for you to drink the glass of water, although she would never force you to drink it. You shake your head, you already had two glasses today. One glass that Wanda made you chug at breakfast, and another that took you 2 and a half hours to drink. Before you can verbally protest, Kate’s phone lights up, and she looks down at the message.
“Ah, shit. Clint needs me to give him a hand with moving supplies. I gotta run,” Kate jumps to her feet, and without a word leaves.
“And then there were two,” you say smiling up at Nat. She grins back. She pulls you to your feet, and sits down on her desk chair, which you’d been preoccupying all morning. Without fail, she pulls you into her lap. Now that Kate was gone, Natasha didn’t feel the need to hold back. The past few days have felt like a dream. The constant touching from the two women felt almost normal now. Neither of them had kissed you on the lips yet. A kiss on the forehead, the back of the hand, top of your head, sure. Your mouth was apparently off limits. You bury your head into the side of Nat’s neck, and she sighs softly.
“Wanda will be here soon,” she tells you in her low voice. It almost sounds like a warning.
“Good, I miss her,” you mumble, and Natasha laughs huskily. She begins to type into the calculator, silently forcing you to take a much needed break while she double checks your work. Natasha typically works in silence, but today she puts on your Spotify playlist. Preferably she puts on the playlist with classical music on it.
“This all checks out. We should be able to get the checks out to Tony for our next rescue by next Monday.”
You nod your head, determined to assist with the next mission. You pull out your phone. You don’t have any new messages from Wanda. Frowning, you slide the phone back into your sweatshirt pocket. You’re ready to be done with work for the morning. The impossible urge to get up and move was setting in quickly.
“What time did Wanda say she’d be home?” You whine growing antsy in Nat’s lap. Without thinking, she places her hands on your hips to keep you still. You freeze the moment you feel Natasha’s touch.
“Am I not enough, baby?” She asks.
You are hyper aware of her hands on your hips. Her words echo through your mind like they are bouncing off the walls of an open chamber. Suddenly you can’t think about anything else but Natasha’s hands on you. You can feel her eyes looking down at you. Timidly you look up through your lashes at her. The stark green of her eyes never ceases to amaze you. Her eyes are emeralds shimmering in the sunlight.
“Nat,” you say, voice low.
“Hmm?”
You look up the tiniest bit more to stare directly into her eyes. With one of her hands still on your hip, her other hand tips your chin up to connect your lips together. And oh boy, does she kiss you.
Your heart flutters excitement in your chest. Natasha tastes like coffee and mint. Her red lipstick stains your naked pink lips. You had always pictured Natasha’s lips to be gruff, but they are quite the opposite. Her lips are perfectly moisturized, and so very gentle when kissing you. She’s gentle, but urgent with you. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but when you break apart you're gasping for air. Had you been holding your breath that entire time? Nat rubs your back with her free hand, forehead pressed against yours. The two of you giggle like school children.
“Oh?” Wanda’s voice rings in the room, and your head whips in her direction.
“WANDS!” you nearly cheer, clambering out of Natasha’s lap. Half running to her, she opens her arms to embrace you. She wraps her arms around you and squeezes you for a tight hug.
“I missed you,” you mumble into her. Wow, have you always been this clingy?
“Really it didn’t look like it just a moment ago?” Her voice is half playful and half serious. Which confirms to you that she’d witnessed you and Natasha kissing a minute ago.
“C’mon Wands, it’s not a race” Nat says casually, turning her attention back to her computer. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at Wanda. She looks down at you, her pupils are blown wide. You feel the tweed of her pant suit under your fingertips. She takes in your sorry expression before speaking again.
“You’re right. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect moment then.” Wanda says before scrunching her nose at you with a smile. Nat tells you both to go on and eat lunch without her, she will grab something to eat shortly. Natasha has a 12:30 p.m. call with someone from Sweden. You hear her pick up as you exit from the room, hand in hand with Wanda. You are always shocked when you hear Natasha speak another new language. Before today you didn’t even know she could speak Swedish.
“What’s for lunch?” You ask when Wanda places your switch into your hands from off the counter.
“I was thinking of grilled cheese and tomato soup. How does that sound?”
“That sounds really good actually,” Wanda gives you a large grin, and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into a side hug before shooing you away from the kitchen. You sigh, and make your way into the living room.
You fling yourself back into the cushions, and start up your game. Your villagers have been overjoyed with the work you’ve done on your island. You smile as you see the little characters dancing around celebrating the bridge you’d built.
Quickly though, you mind thinks back to Natasha. The way her hands felt on your hips, her lips against yours. Your body is aching for her. But you had to be good. As more time passes you start to wonder about when Wanda will kiss you. You’ve been fantasizing about her for a long time. A couple of weeks ago the possibility of her even spending more than a few minutes around you was so far-fetched. But now, she’s the first person you see every morning, and the last person before you go to bed. Maybe she would kiss you after your date Saturday night.
“Y/N, honey, lunch is ready,” you jump a mile in your seat as Wanda’s voice pulls you out of your fantasy.  
“C-coming Wanda,”
You quickly hit the save button, push yourself off of the couch, and make your way into the kitchen.
“I was thinking,” Wanda starts as she brings your food over to the kitchen table. You look up at her, “maybe you could do some running around for me this afternoon with Bucky? There are a few things we need for dinner, and dry cleaning we need picked up.”
You were supposed to spend the rest of the day with Natasha, and you really (selfishly) wanted to be with Nat at the moment. You wanted to be with Wanda too, but she had meetings this afternoon that she had to be at.
“MJ could come too. I know you like a little bit of company on your travels.” You take a bite of your sandwich. You notice that she’d cut the crust off for you. Glancing up, you see Wanda smiling down at her soup, moving the spoon around in the bowl.
“I think Natasha wanted to show me the security program.” You say testing the waters on how she would feel if you stayed here with Natasha. The spoon stops in Wanda’s soup bowl, and you can see her slight tug downward of her lips.
“She can show you tonight.” Wanda says reaching across the table for your hand. Fingers intertwined with yours. You sigh, knowing that Natasha would let you go. But you wanted to learn the security software now, but you knew better than to argue with Wanda.
“Okay,” you smile, and Wanda nods her head. You want to ask her what she’s thinking about. Why was she being so pushy about groceries and dry cleaning? It was the middle of the week. Wanda and you went to the store on Sunday together. There was plenty of food for dinner.
“How is MJ?” You ask casually dipping your sandwich into the soup, deciding to change the topic of discussion completely.
“She’s well! I met her boyfriend the other day. His name is Peter, he brought her flowers for their anniversary. It was very adorable,”
You smile and think of the secretary and her boyfriend sharing soft giggles outside of Wanda’s office. A small part of you wishes you had been there to meet the boy. Maybe to have Wanda introduce you as her… what were you to Wanda and Natasha? A girlfriend?
“That’s so cute,” you say, between another mouth full of sandwich. Wanda chatters about the company, and you discuss some of your favorite books. Wanda gives you a few recommendations, since she basically reads a book a week. An hour passes; the bowls and plates are left for the housekeeper to take care of. You are starting to worry about Natasha. She doesn’t usually take this long on her calls.
You peek your head into the office, and Natasha is standing at the window. Her arms are crossed, and you don’t think that she’s noticed. She looks lost in her thoughts. In an attempt to not interrupt her, you slowly start to back out of the office.
“You don’t have to go,” her voice sounds strained, like she is attempting to fight off tears.
“I was just checking on you.” You say standing in the doorway. Hands taking their natural position, clasped behind your back. She turns to look at you, and she looks tired. Her eyes are glassy, and you wonder if she really was fighting off the waterworks.
“I’m right here,” her attempt at a smile is weak, and you yearn to wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze her tight.
“Wanda asked me to do some errands this afternoon,” you say. The words hang in the air for a moment. Her eyes cast downward, and then she shakes her head. The weak smile never wavering from her lips.
“That’s okay. Tonight then, security program?” She motions with her thumb over her shoulder to her computer.
“You bet!” You smile, and walk over to Nat. You embrace her, arms around her waist. You don’t know what’s wrong, but you hold her tight to remind her that you are there for her. Her muscular arms wrap around you, and you feel her growing soft again. Defenses falling for you.
“I’ll miss you,” you mumble against her chest. She chuckles softly.
“It’s only a little while, baby girl,” Nat leans down, and kisses the top of your head. You try to turn your head so that she will kiss you again, but gracefully she maneuvers out of your hold. You frown, and the older woman ruffles your hair.
“Call me if you need anything, okay? I'm gonna run to the warehouse to meet Clint and Kate.” You nod your head, and head out to do the list of errands that Wanda left for you to do.
You spend the entire afternoon thinking about Natasha. Had your kiss been so bad that she didn’t want to kiss you again? Would she tell Wanda that you didn’t kiss well? To be fair you think you’ve only kissed 3 people ever, including Natasha. You also wonder why she had been upset. Bad kissing didn’t equate tears?
When you pick up the dry cleaning you see the suit Wanda bought for you for the Gala next weekend. Smiling when you see that she’d gotten your name stitched in gold lettering on the inside of the suit jacket.
“I was thinking,” you say to Bucky. He’s opted to let you sit in the front seat today. He glanced over to you. His ray bans make it nearly impossible for you to see his eyes.
“About changing the music?” He grins, as your Boygenius CD plays softly in the background.
“Absolutely not, this is ART. I was actually thinking about you possibly teaching me how to drive?” You ask, looking at him, and then glancing out the windshield again. You want to appear nonchalant. Bucky was certainly a cool guy. He never forced you to talk to him. He was perfectly content with comfortable silence. For Christ’s sake, he wore a leather jacket and suits. Nothing screams badass more than a leather jacket.
“We must have different tastes in art then.” He laughs, taking his sunglasses off to look at you. You stare at him blankly, waiting for an answer.
“I think that would be great. I’d love to teach you kid,” he winks playfully, and focuses his attention back on the road.
“Thank you, Buck.” You smile, settling back into your seat. He rolls his eyes at you using his shortened nickname. He secretly loves it, you know it.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that, by the way.” He laughs as he pulls up to the apartment building. As you’re walking up to the building you see Clint speaking to Kate in a very serious manner. They stand far enough away from the building, close to the alleyway beside the building. Kate looks apologetic as she whispers back to Clint. The blue of her eyes are piercing in the afternoon sun. Clint looks down at the sidewalk at you and Bucky, and shakes his head. You don’t want to interrupt, so you continue into the building. Bucky glances over his shoulder at the pair, and says nothing.
“What was that about?” You ask as the two of you get into the elevator. Bucky pushes the button to Wanda and Natasha's penthouse.  He just shakes his head again, and continues to stare forward. A sinking feeling courses through your body as the elevator rises. You wonder if this is about Mrs. Bishop. Could it be? No, Wanda said she’d literally end Eleanor Bishop's life if she even thought about crossing her. No one would be so stupid to cross Wanda Maximoff. The elevator door slides open, and you and Bucky enter the apartment.
“Sestra, Eleanor Bishop will be stopped.” Yelena’s voice is full of annoyance, but you can hear the emotion building in it.
“That’s not the point, you dingus, she’s attempting to steal my suppliers, and sell them to Kingpin herself. EVERYTHING we’ve built is on the line right now, Yelena .”  Natasha’s voice is so venomous that you feel the hairs on your neck stand up. Bucky stiffens to your left, and he motions that he’s going to step out. Clearly not wanting to impose on the sibling’s fighting. They must be in the kitchen, the two of you don’t move.
“I’m going to go check in with Clint and Kate. Call me if you need me,” He says, voice just above a whisper. His smile is apologetic as he silently enters the elevator.
“Okay, see you later,” you reply weakly. To be honest, you are kind of annoyed that Bucky just left you standing there. For a moment you wonder if you should just head home. The day wasn’t over yet though. You promised Natasha to work with her tonight. Plus you don’t think that the downstairs crew would let you head home alone right now. A small part of you feels that you wouldn’t be safe alone at the moment.
You decide to take the shopping bags into the sitting room by the elevator. You place the dinner supplies, and dry cleaning down on the fuzzy carpeted floor. Sliding down to the floor opting for the fuzzy carpet, rather than the uncomfortable couch, you pull out your phone. Two missed calls from Wanda light up your phone screen. Shit shit shit!!!
You scramble as you hit the return call button, holding the phone up to your ear. As you do, the sliding doors of the elevator open, and Wanda’s heels hitting the hardwood floor echo through the apartment. She spots you sitting on the floor, and walks over to you with concern on her face. Apologetically you look up at her.
“I-I’m sorry,” you hold up your phone, and she doesn’t notice. Her face turns solemn, as she walks over to you. The edges of her lips pull into a small frown. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun. Pulling her sunglasses away from her face you can see the slight glassy look in her eye. Had Wanda been crying today also? You jump to your feet. A severe need to comfort the red head overcomes you. Running into her arms you hug her around the waist tightly. Wanda squeezes you tight, cheek resting against the top of your head.
“I’m here,” you say because you’re not really sure what to say.
“I know, Detka. I know.” Her voice is soft. Wanda’s gentle hands comb through your hair.
“Wands,” Natasha’s voice rings through the room. Nats voice is also so gentle, and you wonder again if you should head home. To let the couple talk with each other privately. Wanda and you turn to see Natasha and Yelena standing in the foyer. Yelena has a black eye, and you wonder how she got it. She gives you a half smile, before making eye contact with Wanda. Her eyes went wide at Wanda’s expression.
“Yelena, I told you-” Wanda barks, letting go of her grip on you, and heading straight for Yelena. Natasha steps in front of her sister protectively. Yelena doesn’t shy away though, if anything she practically squares up behind her sister. Idiotically you stand frozen in place, shocked that this was playing out right in front of you.
“It’s not her fault. Eleanor’s goons hacked into our database. According to Kate, her mother went MIA about a week ago. No phone calls, no messages, nothing. Eleanor Bishop has essentially cut ties with her daughter.” Natasha says, running her hands over her wife’s arms. Wanda's tense stance relaxes slightly. Today would not be the day that Wanda throws Yelena over the side of a building.
“I told her that we know nothing. She doesn’t even know that Kate and I are involved.” Yelena says to Wanda peering around Natasha. You feel extremely out of place. The conversation between the three women feels like one right out of a movie. Not one that you’d witness in person, playing out in real time. You shift uncomfortably side to side, staring down at your Animal Crossing socks that Wanda bought you.
“Then how does she know about the sales in the first place?”  Wanda says to Yelena with a tone that’s way less venomous. Yelena shrugs, and continues to explain herself,
“I think she’s tracking one of us. I’m unsure of who though. I have a feeling it’s Kate, or one of you two.” Wanda glances at Natasha. A look of horror struck across her face.
“How do you know that?” Natasha continues to run her hands up and down Wanda’s arms.
“I’ve seen someone pacing outside of the apartment building, on multiple occasions. As soon as they make eye contact with me they head in the opposite direction.” Yelena says looking at her sister with a hardened expression.
“And you didn’t think to stop them?!” Natasha says in disbelief her hands releasing Wanda’s arms. Yelena shrugs again,
“I think everyone is suspicious. I thought your girl over there was a narc. It turns out that she’s just a nerd.” Yelena gestures to you. It’s your turn to shrug. A long time ago you’d accepted that you are, in fact, a huge nerd. Yelena smiles over Nat’s shoulder at you. You give Yelena a small grin back, secretly giving her the middle finger while Wanda wasn’t looking in your direction. Natasha ignores the banter between you and Yelena. Her mind wrapped up in the insanity of the situation.
“So what’s the best course of action?” Wanda says, placing an exhausted hand on her forehead. Natasha blinks a few times, before sighing heavily, and saying reluctantly,
“She’s going about this virtually for now. On our front we will need to gear up our digital security. In regards to Eleanor, we may have to hack into her computer and delete the files in her possession. As well as any backup files she may have stashed elsewhere.” Yelena places a hand on her sister's shoulder, turning her so that she’s looking directly at you. The three women turn to you, and you look behind yourself. Trying to see if you were missing something very obvious. You point at yourself in disbelief,
“Me?” You question, grimacing in discomfort as the three sets of eyes rest heavily on you.
“You’re our resident computer specialist.” Nat says with a small smile. The dots connect, and you understand where this is going. They wanted you to hack into Eleanor’s database.
“Supercomputer.” Yelena says flipping you off. Wanda pushes her hand down firmly, before turning to you again. Her eyes are less glassy, and the look on her face makes your heart melt. Her singular forehead crease smoothes out, her entire body relaxes. Wanda extends her arm out for you. Yelena smirks at you when you bury yourself into Wanda’s side, inhaling her scent. Yelena would be giving you shit for this another day, you knew it.
“Our intelligent girl,” Wanda says, squeezing you tighter into her side. You nod sheepishly.
“Barton, Kate Bishop, and I will stake out Eleanor’s place. We’ll get a good idea of where to track her.” Natasha agrees, and the two sisters embrace, mumbling something to each other in Russian that you don’t understand. When Nat swats at her sister playfully, and they both glance over at you; you know they’re talking about you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, clearly confused.
“Am I going to have to learn Russian?” You say with a deadpan tone, and Yelena shakes her head and cackles,
“No, this is way too fun. Anyway, Bye!” She enters the elevator and leaves.
“Is she always so cryptic?” You mumble, and Wanda cracks up. She presses a small kiss to the top of your head. You lean more of your weight into Wanda, and she supports it happily. Natasha gives you both a warm look, but her eyes still are clouded with worry. You reach out, and tug at the hem of Natasha’s long sleeved black shirt. She looks down at your tugging hand, and takes a small step toward you and Wanda. Wanda hums, as Nat’s arms wrap around you, and you are squished between both women.
“You both needed a hug, so I am offering you my best deal, the 2 for 1 hug.” You giggle looking between the redheads. It takes a whole 5 seconds for your words to register in Wanda’s brain, and then she’s hysterically laughing. The grip she has on you and Natasha loosens. The tension in the room fizzled out with each passing moment.
“That was horrible,” Natasha’s voice is full of amusement though. You stay like that for another minute or two, before the two women start chatting about the plans for the night.
“I’ve got to make a few calls, Y/N and I can go through the computer to check for security breaches after dinner.” Nat says to her wife, reaching up to tough Wanda’s cheek,
“Join us?” You ask Wanda. She looks off guard by your question.
“Oh, honey I don’t know if I’d be much help.” Her voice sounds cautious.
“We want you there,” Natasha replies before you can. Wanda extends one tender hand to Natasha, and another to you.
“If you both insist,” she says nonchalantly.
She leans over and kisses her wife, and you feel their love for each other in such a domestic moment. When their lips disconnect, Wanda looks down to you. You’re already looking up at her with affection radiating off of you. She leans down, and connects her lips to yours. Your heart is doing backflips in your chest. You let out a content sigh against her lips, as if to say ‘finally’ . Wanda tastes like vanilla, and you wonder if she’s had a vanilla oat milk latte today. The kiss lasts only a few seconds, and you are yearning for more. You huff in annoyance as she pulls away the tiniest bit.
“Somebody is eager,” Wanda says, ghosting your lips. You desperately bite back the urge to whine for her to kiss you again.
“Not to sound like a perv, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to make these calls,” Natasha says, staring at you and Wanda. You lean up on your toes, and boldly peck Natasha’s lips.
“We wouldn’t want that, now would we Ms. Romanov!!” Natasha is visibly stunned, and Wanda bursts into another round of hysterical laughter. Quickly you untangle yourself from the two women’s arms, and dash towards the kitchen.
“Did she just?” Natasha says, her cheeks turning a rosy red. Part of you feels a bit smug to be the one not blushing for once.
“Sweetheart, You’re blushing.” Wanda says patting her blushing wife on the back before following behind you.
Wanda prepares Natasha’s favorite comfort food for dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and cheese crackers. At first you thought she was making something for you, but when you protest Wanda admits that Natasha loves PB&J sandwiches.
“I never would have expected that,” you say, grabbing the box of cheese crackers from the pantry. For a woman who literally works out for two hours every morning, Natasha has such a sweet tooth. You’ve grown accustomed to her hand expecting at least a few m&ms from the tube whenever you snack on them. During movie nights Natasha would dump m&m’s into the popcorn. She claimed it cut through the saltiness. The Russian was right of course, and for once the combination didn’t mess with your aversion to mixed food textures.
Wanda smiles, and with a shrug she says,
“I’m making brownies too. She likes them fudgy,” she plucks the box from your hands, and then goes back to putting together the sandwiches. You notice the 1 with the crust cut off and smile, wrapping your arms around the Sokovian.
“Wanda?” You ask timidly.
“Yes, detka?” Wanda’s voice is so soft. You loved domestic moments like these that you shared with the women.
“I’m really happy you kissed me,” your voice is small, but for some odd reason you feel the need to tell her.
“I’m really happy that I kissed you too, sweet girl.” She puts down the butter knife, and turns to face you. She licks a small bit of peanut butter off her thumb. She pretends to not see the slight pink in your cheeks as you watch her do so.
“Were you upset this morning when you saw Nat and I kissing?”
“Oh sweetheart,” Wanda tries to wave you off.
“Please tell me,” you say leaning into her. You can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why didn’t she want to tell you?
“Y/N, this is all still so new. Natasha has always been the bolder one between the two of us. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, and for a moment there I do have to admit I was jealous.”
“Of me?” You say narrowing your eyes. Wanda laughs, shaking her head.
“Would you believe me when I said I was jealous of you both?” You must look confused as you pull back to look at the older woman. Head cocking to the side, silently questioning her jealousy.
“Call me selfish, but I wanted both of you to kiss me the way you were having each other. I wanted to be Natasha, holding you in my lap, pulling you in to kiss me so intimately. On the other hand, I wanted to be in my wife’s lap kissing her, like I always have.” The gears turn in your head, and it all makes sense then. You nod your head softly, and peer up at her again. She runs a soothing hand over the small of your back. Feeling the need to reassure her, you reply,
“Well you can always kiss me, and I know you can always kiss Natty,”
“I know Malyshka, but I don’t want to scare you either,” her eyes do look slightly afraid, as if you were someone she was scared to lose. Wanda reaches up to run her thumb over your right cheek bone.
“I’m not scared.” You admit, face turning the color of cherry tomatoes. For the first time you felt like you were just as important to Wanda and Natasha as they were to you.
“If I’m being honest here, Nat and I also don’t want to get carried away with you either.” Wanda says her hand on your back stilling. Her own cheeks are heating, turning slightly pink.
“What do you mean?” You ask confused. Didn’t you just tell her you weren’t scared of her and Natasha?
“Honey, Nat and I like you a lot.”
“Ditto, but that’s a good thing, right?” Your voice is trembling. Was she trying to tell you that she liked you so much that she didn’t want to be intimate with you? That made absolutely no sense to you. She could have her way with you any day she wanted, and you’d let her. Should you tell her that? A million questions bubble behind your lips, but Wanda speaks before you can,
“It’s a very good thing, but honey, that’s not what I mean,” Her head dips closer to yours, and you’re flustered by her closeness. Brain turning to mush with Wanda’s face just inches from yours.
“I don’t understand.” You whisper.
Wanda sighs, shaking her head with a smile on her face. What you don’t expect next is the dizzying, mind altering kiss that Wanda gives you. Your eyes go wide, and then flutter shut as you kiss her back. Her hands find your hips, and pull you closer to her. Somehow it’s still not enough for her though. Wanda’s lips part, and her tongue slips into your mouth. You let her, letting your tongue dance with hers. But clearly she’s the one in control here. Your body is on fire, every portion of you is clinging to her. The world around you has gone silent besides the soft sounds you two make together. You keep yourself still for her though, letting Wanda take the lead completely, and you can tell that she loves it. Her fingers dripping the smallest bit under your shirt hem. Grazing the soft skin of your hips. When she pulls away from your lips, you lean forward, eyes still shut. When her lips don’t meet yours, you let out a small groan of frustration.
“Do you understand now?”  Eyes opening you find Wanda smiling down at you again, her lipstick smudged from kissing you.  
“What were we talking about again?” You ask, trying to catch your breath. Wanda looks at you in disbelief. She lets out a small laugh, rolling her eyes at you. She frees you from her arms, before saying,
“Please get me the eggs and milk from the fridge. You can help me make the brownies tonight.”
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You're a Fool (Wanda x Fem! Reader)
A/N: Hello, Everyone! I noticed when I posted this initially that it was not appearing in any of the tags I put, so I'm reposting this and see if it'll show up.
Pairing: Protective! Wanda x Fem! Reader
Summary: The request speaks for itself.
Word Count: 6.1k
WARNINGS: Homophobia, Parental Angst, Mentions of past abuse, Verbal and Emotional Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, A Mild Anxiety Attack, Sad Themes, Use of Magic, and Use of Physical Violence. 18+ MINORS DNI!!!
Requests are OPEN; read the rules, please!
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Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk
Requested by Anon!
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Snow is rapidly falling on a cold Tuesday night, covering the icy grass and everyone’s vehicles in a thick blanket of ice and clumping snow, forcing everyone to remain inside. Unfortunately, not everyone could make it inside to escape the icy winds of nature; some were still on the road far away from their cozy homes, slipping and sliding on the frozen concrete. You and Wanda were those people far from home, too far; in fact, you two were heading south for a holiday week to spend more time with each other.
You and Wanda have had work piled up to your chins for the past few weeks and decided it was time for a Christmas getaway. It was a relief to see something new, share this time with your wife, and make many memories to tell your kids one day. Stories of how you and your wife would drive late at night to see the bright Christmas decorations, having a Christmas all to yourselves, or how you and Wanda fell deeper in love like a Hallmark movie. You have those things planned and much more and weren’t sure if all could be accomplished. It doesn’t matter if you did or did not get everything you wanted to be done; what matters is all the time you will spend with your amazing, gorgeous, sweet, and loving wife, Wanda. She’s happy that you are hers too. All her life was spent with her brother and no one else until the twins joined the Avengers and she met you. You have to admit; you two are made for each other.
However, there was something you never mentioned to Wanda..; your parents also lived down south where you're vacationing. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but you and your parents have a terrible history. In fact, you have not told a soul about your past - only how you were heavily and emotionally damaged by them. Wanda helped you the best she could, especially when those memories returned to haunt you every night. No one knew the truth; you wanted to keep it that way, yet you knew it would come out eventually, whether intentionally or not.
You and Wanda arrived at the holiday inn only an hour ago. You grab your blanket out of your extra bag and delicately spread it across your half of the room’s queen-sized bed before laying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. Dread and your usual anxiety bind you to the comfort of your soft purple fleece blanket, leaving you immobilized. Your parents live here; what would they do if they saw you again? What if you see them?
While wiping away her foundation, she hears your troubled thoughts rattling your shaken mind and throws her used cleaning wipe into the trash can, then slowly turns to you. With a worry-laced voice, Wanda speaks cautiously, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”
The thoughts she heard were garbled beyond any measure, like a radio with the smallest glean of reception. You were shaking; these suppressed memories were finally roaming free in your mind, wreaking havoc on your conscience in a way that has not happened in a year. Tears spilled out of your eyes like a waterfall, and you whimpered every passing second as each terrible memory of your parent’s emotional torture surfaced.
Wanda rushes to your side, and when she reaches you, she gently places her dainty hands on your shoulder and lightly shakes you out of your waking nightmares, “Y/N, hey, I’m here.”
Shaky breaths escape you as you come to conscience. Your y/e/c eyes frantically dart around the room as you jolt up, “W-wha-”
“Detka, hold onto me; I’m right here next to you,” Wanda reassures with a soft cadence.
Your trembling hand shoots to her leg and squeezes hard, “I-okay, okay, um.” No more words could be mustered.
“Name three things you can see, feel, or hear.” Wanda clasps your hand while the other lands on your knee.
Your eyes fall to the snowflakes out the window, “S-snowflakes, there’s a red truck in the parking lot, and, oh, our mini-van!” you feel yourself calm down, your pulse not racing as fast, “I feel…I just feel you. Your warmth, you’re very soft…did you use my lotion again?”
“Psh, noooo,” Wanda feigns ignorance.
You giggle, “Uh huh, yeah.”
“Another bad memory from…way back when?” the memory becomes faint in the redhead’s mind - as it is not her memory she heard.
“Damn,” you grumble, “Must have been intense for you to pick up on it.”
“So much…chaos; what were those from?”
Many memories flooded your imagination, and you are uncertain which memory she referred to, “I can’t recall….”
“You don’t have to, malyshka. It’s late, and we’re both worn out from traveling; let’s get our night clothes on and snuggle 'til we fall asleep.”
You take a deep breath and release before nodding your head in agreement. 
As you and Wanda lay in bed, waiting for the hypnotic sleep spell to wash over you, Wanda whispers, “What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”
‘Not visit my parents,’ you thought. “Visit the mall, grab some gifts for the Bartons, maybe get some boba, you know, hang out; it’s a mile away from my parent’s house, though.” 
Gotta love it when your intrusive thoughts spill out into the open.
Wanda’s eyes light up while she smiles brightly, “Your parents live here!?” she excitedly whispers, “We gotta go see ‘em!”
You look up at Wanda with weary eyes, “Yeah, no, I just, can we stick to the list, milaya? Don’t want to see ‘em on our holiday vacation.”
“What, why?!” Wanda’s eyes widened at your bluntness, “Not even for dinner?” You did not want to talk about them with Wanda, nor should she know what they did to you all your life. The past is the past and shall not be brought back to the present; you don’t want to be an emotional burden to your wife and would rather keep it that way. Can’t let yourself be lost in your emotional torment.
“No, not really,” you answered blankly.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
Wanda huffs, “Don’t want me around your parents? Am I not…‘ready’ to meet your parents.”
“Yeah! Wait, no, no, yes?”
“Well?”
“Wanda….”
“We should at least stop by for dinner, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t be an embarrassment like I always am,” Wanda pleads, her doe eyes shining underneath the moonlight.
Your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops for a moment before responding, “You’re not an embarrassment! I'm…really nervous about seeing them again; it's been years and-"
Wanda breathes a small sigh of relief before cutting you off, “I understand, but can we have dinner with them or something? It won't be a detour, malysh, perhaps on a day when our night is not too occupied with sightseeing?”
“Honey, please, not right now…please,” you beg her to drop it. Wanda knows she might be getting underneath your skin with this conversation, and she relaxes her upright posture by slumping down next to you, “Lemme sleep on it, and I’ll give you an answer.”
Wanda wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to her, and your tension melts little by little, “Detka…I didn’t mean to prod at you like that. It’s not fair to beg for something you aren’t comfortable giving; I’m sorry.”
Your heart flutters happily, and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The mind races with images and harsh words your goody-two-shoe parents unleashed on you, “You’re alright, love,” you pecked lips, “Still, I want to think it over.” Maybe they changed.
“Oh, okay. But really, Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this…should not have brought it up,” Wanda frowns, rubbing her arm before heading back to the mirror to remove her remaining makeup in silence before you grab her wrist.
“Honey,” you pull her closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “I promise I’m okay…it’s that, well, we had a pretty big fight,” understatement of the decade, “-and I packed up all my things and left.”
“I see,” Wanda clicked her tongue.
“Yeah, so things might be awkward when we go.”
You had an idea, not a great idea, but an idea nonetheless. Perhaps, it was time to confront your parents and stand up for yourself; the only burden on your mind you could not shake no matter what you did.
“Wait, ‘when’?” Wanda asked, unsure of what you meant by ‘when.’
“I think it might be a good idea to…try to mend things between them and me; it might do me some good.” In truth, you wanted Wanda to see why you were so damaged rather than explaining it all to her in excruciating detail. Also, you were worried about this outing because it might make Wanda feel worse about bringing it up in the first place. Who knows what might happen? Your parents might treat you horribly when Wanda’s not there with you, and then when Wanda comes back, she sees it all unraveling, you being berated and emotionally attacked. She rushes you out of the house and comforts you afterward, in turn making her feel like it was all her fault. 
“How’s tomorrow night sound?”
“I think that is wonderful! Let’s see, we’ll be Christmas shopping for the team, then it’ll be lunchtime at the mall with some boba, drive around and see the lights, and finally, go to your parent's house! Sounds solid to me, lyubov.”
The Next Day
You and Wanda had returned from your day out and about, exploring your ‘lovely’ hometown and wandering around the mall for last-minute Christmas shopping. You picked out plenty of gifts for Natasha, the Bartons, and Steve, who wanted nothing but you grabbed him a selfie stick out of spite anyway. Wanda dragged you to the boba shop, went to a BBQ place a few stores down, and sat down for a satisfying lunch, chatting about your day and all the great memories you have had up until now. Eventually, you two returned to the hotel for a few hours and relaxed, watching Christmas specials while snuggling in bed. After watching two Christmas movies, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Die Hard, which is a Christmas Movie, you and Wanda discuss visiting your parents and debating what time to head over. 
You think it’d be wise to call your mom now, as she and your dad are probably at a Christmas event uptown.
“Greetings, Mother.” The phone rang once, and your harpy of a mom picked up.
You caught her at a strange time. She and your father were attending a charity drive when she received your call. Yes, they both are upstanding members of a small, conservative community. That tells all, really. A true horror, I know.
“Woah, hey, sweetie,” her tone was mixed with mockery and a fake happiness you knew all too well.
“Heyyy, I’m in town…with my wife, and I thought you, dad, my wife, and I could come over for dinner; I know it’s late, but…we just rolled into town.” Wanda gave you a thumbs-up.
“Of course, sweetheart, you and…your wife,” She jeers, “Are always welcome, um, oh jeezums, it is late. We should be back in about 15 minutes; got some dinner in the crockpot.”
“Oh,” you sat perfectly still, “Okay, we’re down past the mall; I guess I’ll meet you two at the house.”
“Perfect, see you then,” your mom puts the phone closer to her mouth, “Cunt.”
The line goes dead.
You flinched at the word, ‘Cunt’, one of the many names your mother lovingly adorned you with.
“Alright, they’ll be back from their charity drive in like 15 minutes. Let’s get ready to go.”
She noticed your reaction but didn’t comment on it, “A charity drive, huh? They sound like nice people.”
“Mhm, they do one every year. My parents are active in helping out the homeless; they own a soup kitchen downtown, make sweaters and socks for the less fortunate, donate money to the local hospital, and help out at the animal shelter when they can.”
“Wow, they sound so nice and loving!” Wanda praises as she applies her eyeliner, “I bet they’re so nice at home too.”
You giggle, putting up a front to hide your creeping nervousness, “They sure are, malyshka; you’ll love them.”
As twenty minutes pass, you two are already out the door, in the van, and on the way to your parent's estate when Wanda can’t contain her excitement any longer, “Oh, oh, look, more lights!” Wanda abruptly turns onto 5th Street to see the bright flashing lights illuminating the entire block.
You had no complaints; you were having a great time with your wife, what with sightseeing and all the lights. The first house on your right had a marvelous display that featured a nativity scene close to the house, a string of dull yellow lights adorning the exterior trims, and an inflatable Frosty the Snowman who is deflated. The first house on your left didn’t have much, from what you could see, but the one after it had the works. Santa on his sleigh lit up with his reindeer shining bright on the rooftop. The third house on the right had a ginormous display of a paper Pitbull, yes, Mr. Worldwide, strung up on a cross with fake hair stapled to his glorious bald head with bright white lights with a cardboard text bubble saying, “Mr. Worldwide is Jesus.”
You snapped a picture of it, and Wanda turned the car around in the cul-de-sac after seeing a few more houses with hardly any Christmas spirit on them and resumed your journey, or rather, quick drive, to your parents’ house.
Wanda turns right out of 5th Street and onto the main road leading up to your fateful encounter with your parents for the first time since you were seventeen.
You take a deep breath in, hold it, then let it out slowly in an attempt to calm yourself, to no avail. Wanda notices and offers a comforting hand on your knee, “I’m right here with you; hell, I’ll hold your hand the whole way through.”
“Thank you,” your voice trembles with dread, “I will need your support so bad.”
“I love you, printsessa.” Wanda stops at a red light and plants a kiss on your cheek.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” you blush madly, suddenly and instinctually turning away to hide your blush from Wanda, who chuckles lowly. 
“Aww,” Wanda coos, her hand reaching for your thigh, “So cute seeing you so flustered.”
“You sure know how to make a girl turn red,” you laughed nervously.
The light turns green and you approach closer and closer to Cummings St, where you inform Wanda to turn right on Cummings St and look for a bright white house with blue and green Christmas along the exterior trims. 
You have no idea how bad this will go; your parents will put on their usual masquerade of perfection - a fake, wide smile with a cheery voice that hides an uncaring, abusive shadow. Sure, you told Wanda of the last argument you and your parents had before you were booted to the curb, but you left out the history of verbal and emotional abuse for obvious reasons. 
Out of the corner of her eye, she spots you anxiously gnawing on your hoodie sleeve - you insisted on casual wear for the evening. You could care less about formality in a situation like this, honestly. After the reunion with your parents, you’re never going to see them again in your life, you’ve decided. Lose their numbers for good instead of ignoring them, hell, even coming back to this town. While making plans for the trip, you thought you’d be going far past it instead of to it, yet here you are, in the heart of it, facing your past with someone supporting you all the way.
Your phone rings as Wanda drives up a hill, reaching Cummings St in seconds; your wife turns right and is now going down the road.
“Hey,” your dad immediately says upon answering, “Where the -” your dad looks around to see if anyone else is around. “Where the fuck are you? Can’t even get here on time; you’re late. I don’t like it when you’re late.”
“My wife and I just got onto your street, dad; relax…we’re a few houses down, be there soon,” you hung up, not giving your dad the time of day to bitch and moan.
“Your dad has…not a lot of patience, I take it?” Wanda purses her lips. Already Wanda is seeing the bad aspects of your parents. Hopefully, nothing will escalate during your stay.
“No,” you admitted, “Hardly ever patient.”
Wanda swallows nervously. Fascinating, she’s nervous, all because your dad raised his voice over being a little late, “I see.” As she slowly travels down the tattered concrete road topped with thin ice, she places her hand on your knee to show silent support. You still lightly gnaw on your wet hoodie sleeve, but her warm touch distracts you enough to cease the gnawing, “Want me to hold your hand when we enter?”
“Yes, please.” you interlaced her fingers with yours as Wanda drove up to your parent's house, parking past the driveway in case you wanted to leave quickly.
“Okay, love. I’m right beside you.”
Wanda parks the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition before leaving the vehicle with you rushing to Wanda’s side as she locks the car behind you. You close hands and make your way to their front door. The witch observes her surroundings, taking notes of the neighborhood surrounding your old house and notes how poor - in quality - each house is, especially your mom and dad. Most of the paint has been stripped off by the weather, leaving the wooden frame exposed to the chilly winds, the roofing has not had any maintenance in a few years as some shingles have fallen onto the ground and thrown out of sight, and the lawn is dead, dry grass everywhere. 
“Yikes,” you say after a moment of awkward silence.
“It could be worse,” Wanda winces.
“Mhm, definitely.” You sigh, “This house has seen better days.”
Suddenly, the front door swings open to reveal your mother in a yellow floral dress with a jean vest and a pair of bunny slippers. Your mom waves then beckons you both to ‘Come on in!’
Here goes nothing.
You take a deep breath and let it out, and Wanda squeezes your hand tighter, easing you only a little.
You both enter the dilapidated home with your mother walking towards the living room, pointing to a worn black leather loveseat adjacent to the three-seat couch of the same material and to the wall-mounted TV. Ahead of your seat is a reclining chair where your father resides - reading a news article from Fox News, a totally ‘amazing’ newscast. Your dad is wearing a faded white polo with brown stripes across the belly. He adjusts his square glasses and puts his phone on the table next to him while his eyes stare you down while you take your seats. He frowns and then mumbles, “Didn’t know my daughter was a ******, what a disgrace.”
Your mom sits down on the couch and crosses her legs. Her posture is stiff like a board. Her eyes show no love, only coldness, and disdain. Your dad is relatively the same, except his anger shows through his pursed lips and crossed arms.
Wanda is the first to speak, “So, uh, hi, I’m Wanda…Y/N’s wife,” she waves happily.
“I’m Lisa, and my charming husband is Frank,” her voice starts flat, then accentuates to a customer service-esque one. She has officially put on a facade. Her eyes dart to Frank then she wiggles her eyebrows, suggesting he do the same.
Frank catches wind of it and puts his on, too, “Yuppers, I’m Frankie!” His voice wasn’t as chipper as his wife's; it was reminiscent of a mall Santa Claus: jolly, old, and spry, “Nice to meet ya, Wanda, and welcome to our humble abode!”
“Humble is not what I’d call it,” you whispered loud enough for only yourself to hear.
“Y/N, why are you- what brings you here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen my one and only daughter,” Your mother clicks her tongue, raising her brows inquisitively as she tilts her head down.
“Umm, Wanda and I came down for a holiday week off, actually,” you explained sheepishly.
“Oh, fun, fun!” It seems neither of them knows about Wanda and her occupation, at least not that you’ve noticed.
“Been so busy, might as well come back home for a visit.”
“Well…us old folks haven’t been up to much, just doing our normal stuff, doing our annual charity drive and helping out the needy, all that good stuff.” You perk up at those four words. You corrected your slouching posture, now sitting at attention. ‘All that good stuff’ is equal to ‘And all that annoying shit.’
“Yeah, my love told me all about what you two do for your community! You guys are so awesome!” Wanda smiles, laughing happily.
Frank bites back a grunt of disapproval, “It’s fun to build our community back up and ensure everyone gets a dose of goodness.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing everything they were saying was a lie. Truth is, they hate the community and only do this work for recognition and prestige. Your parents dragged you around all your childhood forcing you to participate in these activities.
“I remember you dragging me around all the time, and you’d punish me for not cooperating.” You tried joking, but resentment made you sound like you weren’t.
“You were being argumentative, sweetie. Had to iron out the wrinkles, so to speak.”
Wanda squints at that comment. Maybe there was reason to be hesitant on your part?
“Well, I oughta check on dinner, Lisa; I thinks there are fifteen minutes on the timer.” Frank pushes the leg rest down and heads into the kitchen, “Oh! Honey! Can you take this plate of snacks to the living room for our amazin’ guests?”
“Certainly! Wanda, Y/N? Would you like some wine? I’ve got a great bottle of wine I’d like you to try,” Lisa chirps, standing up to grab a bottle of wine of their wine rack, which only had three bottles of alcohol. From what you could tell, one was whiskey - half drunken -  another was Champagne, unopened, and the Pinot Noir your mother was grabbing.
“I’d like only a little bit, still have to drive my lovely Mrs. Maxmimoff back to our motel tonight.”
“Same here.”
Your mother reaches for the bottle, unscrews the cork with the opener, and grabs three wine glasses off the shelf, “Ah, my little girl adopted her wife’s name. It sounds so lovely in my head, Y/N Maximoff.”
“Thank you, mother!” you blushed.
Lisa placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured wine before serving them to you. Wanda takes a whiff and gently stirs the wine in a circular motion, contemplating if she should take a small swig of the alcohol or wait until she’s had a few bites to eat. Your mother puts the cork back into the bottle, placing it back on the wine rack before heading into the kitchen for the charcuterie board filled with cheesy goodness.
“So far, so good, detka,” Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead, which eases your anxiety somewhat, “You’re doing great.”
“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, “I could not do this without you.”
Your mother returns from the kitchen with the cheese and cracker board, and your dad follows behind with a deep frown, “Won’t be ready for another hour. Meat’s still gotta cook a little more. Can’t have a good servin’ of meat and taters if the meat ain’t easy to pull off the bone.”
“Those are always the best, aren’t they?” Your mom sips her half-empty glass of wine before speaking again, “So, Wanda, what’s it like?”
Lisa pauses, gesturing to Wanda for an answer.
“What’s it like? To be…?”
“You know….” your mother leans in closer, “An Avenger?”
It’s not terribly concerning that your parents know Wanda as one of the world’s strongest heroes; it’s public knowledge. 
“Oh, uh,” Wanda hesitates. She doesn’t want to speak nor think about work when she’s not at work, but since they’re your parents, she wants to share as little as possible, “It’s awfully stressful, but I love my team!”
“What happened to that purple guy? The guy with the bow, now there’s a girl???” Your dad hates when his favorite hero is no longer on his screen.
Wanda giggles, “He retired a while ago, actually. The girl is Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye.”
“I don’t like her or that blondie we saw her smoochin’. Fightin’ was sloppy; I’m sure she’s still new to the ring and all.”
“Kate’s a great friend of ours - we used to be bunkmates, actually,” you commented.
“Bunkmates, huh?” Your mother sipped her wine, “Do you…work…with them…on the battlefield? I don’t keep track of you superhero folks.”
You sat silently for a second before responding, “Not really, but like, if I’m picking them up from a mission and enemy attackers are shooting at us, I shoot at them - has not happened in a while, though…I’m just a field medic.”
“That’s good; you finally got up and did something with your life! A medic for the Avengers, how exciting!”
‘Gotta love it when she’s passive-aggressive,’ you thought, huffing through your nose to show annoyance.
Wanda perks up upon hearing you, “She’s one of our best!”
“What do y’all do afterward, like hang out or…?” Frank grabbed two slices of cheese and two crackers, made a double-decker cheese-cracker stack, and munched away like a happy ferret.
“The main guys train and hone their skills sometimes. Usually, we all hang out and have barbecues or have a house party if Mr. Stark feels like it,” you casually explained, “We’re like a family.”
Lisa’s face drops, exposing her true self for a moment at the comment. She’s pissed you would say that. Your mother hates the fact you found people, let alone a single person, who loves you wholeheartedly. She hates you like a mongoose does a poisonous snake, natural-born enemies. All your life, the two have verbally and emotionally abused you. On a scale of 1 to 10, the intensity was around a 6 when you were growing up, then escalated to a 9, 5 months before they booted you out.
“A family? We’re your family too!” Lisa fake-pouted.
“Um, hmm, mhm.” You were biting your tongue hard to prevent escalating words from escaping your mouth. You’d do anything to avoid a conflict. In fact, there was no need for a screaming fest between you and your parents tonight. Chit-chat, have dinner, and then go back to the motel and cuddle with Wanda all night, watching Christmas movies.
Beep Beep Beep.
“Oop, that’s the timer! I’ll grab y’all a bowl and a plate, and y’all can dig on in!”
“I’m starving, hun; gosh, it smells amazing.”
“Thank you both for this delicious meal; we’ve only had fast food for our travels - needed a real meal.” Wanda wipes her mouth off with a brown napkin.
“It’s our pleasure, Wanda,” Your mother says as she puts the plates, bowls, and silverware away into the sink.
“I’ll be right back, using the restroom; actually, where is it?” Wanda asks, standing up from her seat.
“Down the hall and the third door on your right, Wanda,” Frank monotones. A smile creeps up on his previously emotionless face.
Wanda heeds his instructions as she goes down the hall and quickly finds the bathroom, shutting it tight and locking it.
Your parents immediately lock their now angry eyes on you. You knew what was coming next.
“Didn’t know my daughter was a whore for some dumbass superhero,” your mother grimaced, “You knew we hate those types of people, including you.”
“You booted me out for liking women; that was the only reason, wasn’t it? Not just out of pure hatred, but for being gay?” you complained.
“Uh-huh, we don’t like you, gays…you’re tempting pure young women to stop reproducing children.”
“Well, at least as a gay couple, we could adopt children who need a home instead of bringing more into this world to be tortured by it.”
“Yeah, and? You people have such difficulty even being considered for adopting a child if you were straight-”
“Well, I’m not. Women are infinitely better, honestly.”
“Man and women are meant to lay together; it is the natural order of things! You can’t be with a woman; it’s disgusting!”
“That’s what you think, mother…many parts of the world have moved forward, but you have not. I’m not that different from you; I just don’t like men that way - no need to get upset about it.”
“That’s not how we raised ye, girlie; I-”
“Really? You raised me as if I weren’t human. You berated me for doing the simplest things!” you yell, “Abused me with your words! You destroyed my self-confidence and trust in people, yet I found people who like me and even love me. You never loved me! Wanda loves me tenfold!”
“You were supposed to be an upstanding woman, not some childish cunt fucking tacky-costumed morons - can’t believe you married one of ‘em, a female one at that.”
“I can date and sleep with whoever I want, Frank! You know what? Why am I arguing with you two? Both of you are stubborn as mules. I’m done.”
You turn to leave and try rushing out the door for some fresh air when Frank grips your arm like a vice, “You don’t ever call me by name, girl. I’m your dad. I earned that title fair and square.”
“Let go of me, Frank! You’re not worthy of being called ‘dad’ you poisoned the title with your hatred and abuse of me! Let go of me, fucker!” Frank’s grip remained firm on your forearm, which you thrashed about in a vain attempt to escape.
“Not until you call me daddy or papa, bitch,” Frank grips you even harder and then turns a few degrees and pulls on your arm, throwing you to the floor like you were a doll.
You landed hard on the laminate and thought you might get a hefty bruise on your side later. Upon impact, anger swelled up within you, threatening to spill like a dam bursting, “Fuck you,” is all you could muster without losing it.
“YOU DON’T TALK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY. YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISRESPECT ME!” Frank had bent over so that his face was level with yours and yelled into your ear.
Lisa joins in and stomps and kicks you repeatedly with her boot. She must be upset enough to resort to physical violence instead of her usual emotional or verbal abuse. For years, they have been waiting for you to return and be subjected to their twisted form of discipline.
“Filthy whores don’t get good treatment in these parts,” your mother growled as she kicked your rear.
“Please, please, stop it! I- please, stop, stop it, please!” Tears streamed down your face, “WANDA!!!”
Down the hallway, Wanda opens the bathroom door and flings it open with a flick of her wrist, slamming it into the wall. Wanda heard all that your parents had to say - the situation had become monstrously loud. You came here to confront them or talk with them about an ‘incident’ before you left their house, so you said. However, your wife knew there had to be another reason for you coming here, something you could not tell her no matter what, and now she knows. 
Wanda mumbles to herself, “You put on a mask, then took it off the moment I left my wife with you. Without the mask, where will you hide?”
A furious clicking of red heels echoed off the hallowed, narrow hallway as your mother, Lisa, gets out of her seat in a huff, “Say you’re sorry to your father,” Lisa demands.
Wanda’s scarlet magic twists and turns around their appendages and torsos; crimson tendrils erupt from the floor, grabbing your parents’ arms and violently pulling them to the floor. You sobbed as you curled up into a ball, waiting for the onslaught of their fists and feet to continue bombarding you, but it suddenly came to a halt. In fact, you could not hear them breathe or grunt when they moved around.
“I leave for five fucking minutes, and what do I return to? My wife is on the floor being beaten by her parents.” Her voice becomes unusually thick, and her accent shines through, “Y/N, malyshka,” Wanda rushes to your side and lays down next to you, “Honey…can you stand? I’m going to get you out of here.”
“Please…I need outta here, Wanda….” Wanda helps you to your feet while you wrap an arm around her.
Wanda looks your parents in the eyes with disgust, “You lied to me…about how much of a sweetheart you were to everyone. You seemed so nice and loving at first, but now…you’re just everybody’s fool.”
“Get out of here; we got what we wanted from our whore of a daughter anyway,” Lisa spat, her face red with rage, “Both of you are wretches of hell, begone from this holy house! This sacred house of Pitbull will not be disgraced by an accursed witch and her slave!”
“The spell will last an hour…go fuck yourselves,” Wanda said calmly as she held you closer and tighter than ever in the time you have been together. You were shaking and whimpering as you both exited Frank and Lisa’s house.
“I-I’m sorry, I shoulda said something about them…we coulda not come here if it weren’t for me, my parents were ri-”
“No, they weren’t right about you. You’ve grown so much, my love. You are not the scapegoat for their personal problems anymore.”
“Still, I…should have told you everything instead of leading you here to deal with my past,” you admitted sorrowfully, “I wanted to prove to myself that I could confront my demons alone…I guess not.”
“Detka, it’s okay,” Wanda reassures as you stand on your own, rushing to the passenger's side while Wanda opens the door to the driver’s seat and turns the car on. The redhead turns on the heat to defrost the car and turns the interior lights on, “Sometimes, there are things you can not do alone,” Wanda places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb, “There’s always people around you, now, who can help you, my love. What I said in my vows remains true, ‘In sickness and in health, in joy and in pain, I promise to always be by your side,’ and I intend to fulfill that vow.”
The car is fully defrosted and warm inside, cozy enough for you both to cuddle up and look at the stars and the moon above; alas, it was time to move. It was time to head back to the holiday inn and recover, possibly heading back home early in the morning; it’s best not to linger here after this incident. 
You went from staring blankly out the windshield to leaning on the seat, gazing out the window at the white and yellow lights of the city. “Can we watch a movie when we get back…snuggle too?” you asked hopefully.
“Of course, my love, whatever you want to do tonight, name it, and we’ll do it,” Wanda turned left onto the main road. From here, it’s only a mile or so drive back to the motel. You both sit in silence for the remainder of the trip, which allows you to decompress and mull over some things. It had been a rough night for you, and silence was one of two things keeping you sane, the other being Wanda’s presence.
“Just us on the bed snuggling is all I want for Christmas, malyshka.”
Wanda always honors her word, and so, that is what you two will spend the night doing: taking comfort in each other’s arms to relieve the stress of the afternoon. Lisa and Frank can no longer hurt you; you are as free as a bird flying high above trees. You breathe a sigh of relief, and your burdens are lifted off your shoulders. By the morning, this will all be a bad memory that will be drowned in the sea of all the good ones you and your wife shall make.
Heavily inspired by Everybody's Fool by Evanescence.
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