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A Heart Made of Glass ch. 11

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.

I am back!! This chaptr took longer than I anticipated, I didn't know exactly how to continue even though I have an aidea of what I want. So here it is the new chapter, hope you guys like it!

Wanda is finally getting there, and Reader has to face so harsh truths about herself and those around herself.

Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

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Chapter 11

Wanda and Scarlet

Everyone left as soon as you disappeared with the twins upstairs. 

The time seemed to pass without your consent, and by the time the twins had fallen asleep and you were back on the first floor the world around you felt different. You stepped into the living room, your shadows flickering to make sure you were alone while you wandered around the place to take a closer look at the pictures decorating the place. You had always like pictures, and in general, you were good at photography; you realized every single one of the pictures you were seeing had a single purpose: to tell the story of yours and Wanda’s life.

It started with a simple friendship, the both of you were young and as the images move through the years you could see fear behind the attraction, the realisation of love and the tentativeness of a relationship until, at the end, all you could see was a happy ending. You tilted your head, your eyes checking the images over and over again until they fell on a missing section. A missing part of the timeline.

“We broke up one day,” you held yourself tight, your ears twitching with your eyes narrowing lightly, the woman behind you approached slowly, her voice sending a shiver down your back.

Wanda wrapped her arms around herself, her voice carried the weight of unwanted memories. 

“I was scared, it was the first time she said she loved me.” You turned slightly looking at the woman out of the corner of your eye.

“Did you cheat on her?” You couldn't help but ask, your voice dripping with old resentment. 

Wanda finally stood beside you, and she was so much different than your own Wanda. Taller, calm, with a confidence that poured out of her with an electric jolt of power you were not familiar with. The woman dropped her eyes, then you found yourself looking into her green ones.

“I broke her heart, and then I started dating Vision.” Wanda pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing lightly. “I pretend to be normal to honour my parents by being what they expected me to be.”

You clenched your jaw, the tension evident in your posture. 

“We almost got married until…I almost lost her.” Wanda whispered, her face breaking into a mask of pain. “She had disappeared on me, I couldn't reach her out and then, one day she…she came back and saved me and Vis…”

Wanda let out a bitter laughter, tears rolling down her eyes. 

“I almost lost her because I was afraid and I just…I couldn’t let her go afterwards. I fought hard to earn her forgiveness, and her love again.”

You swallowed down your own tears, turning away from this Wanda before letting your eyes wandered around a story you had always wished for. You could feel the weight of her stare on you, the poking of her presence waiting for the right moment to either talk to you, or push for answers to questions you were not ready to hear.

In the end you stopped on the one picture you had feared, the one you had seen before but with a different individual smiling back at you.

“They look like you…and me.” You finally said turning to Wanda, this time around the smile that broke her façade was one of pure bliss.

The other woman stepped forward, her eyes drifting to the picture and then to you. She had seen enough inside your head to know this might hurt in ways she could only imagine, and a part of Wanda was completely baffled by the mistakes done without a single thought of the consequences. She had to wonder, though, how much of those mistakes grew into resentment and how many of them were fear of allowing love in.

“They were our little miracle.” Wanda whispered, her voice softened all of a sudden before she closed the distance between you and her, and this time around you couldn’t look away or stepped away from her overwhelming persona.

“They were possible because of you and me, Y/N.” Her words made you shiver, the touch of her skin against yours was electrifying. “We weren’t even trying, and when I found out it had been me the one getting pregnant I was scared of you finding out.”

“Why?” You finally asked furrowing your brows, Wanda cocked a brow with her eyes gleaming challenging at you.

“Because of your thoughts, because of your doubts.” Wanda sighed cupping your face with her hand, “when I approached you my main fear was of you thinking I cheated.”

Your body tensed hardening your stare trying to ignore the tenderness and the understanding in those green eyes you had dreamed about so many times. It still hurt. It hurt like the very first time you fell in love with her, and the first time you saw the video of her and Vision. You closed your eyes, but never stopped feeling the woman in front of you, so much like your Wanda, yet so different than her.

Wanda opened her lips, her heart yearning to get you closer to feel as if you were real. As if you were her Y/N, but she couldn’t stop feeling the coldness, the anger, the sadness pouring out of you from your every pore.

When Wanda spoke again, she did so with the same tone of voice she used that very first time. The one that had always told Y/N that she was loved that she was cherished, that she was everything Wanda needed.

“When I told her about the pregnancy, Tommy and Billy made sure to help me out. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why…” Wanda let out a breathless chuckle, “but when I told her, it just clicked. It was as if she could feel them, and she could sense the familiarity in them. They were as much hers as they were mine.”

“I felt them.” The words left your mouth before you could prevent it. You lifted your face to the ceiling, furrowing your brows while your powers ignited with the familiarity the twins brought to you. “It was strange, yet familiar…And I…”

You stopped right before you could say more than you meant to, you lifted your eyes only then taking notice of how close this Wanda was to you. You could feel her warm breath on your face, her eyes gleaming with a deep green that showed all the love she felt for you.

Correction, for the version of yourself in this universe.

Not you.

Never you.

Your whole demeanour changed in the blink of an eye. Your body tensed, and you stepped back until there was only coldness and distance between you and Wanda. And in that moment, your heart broke all over again for the things you had just discovered in a world that was not your own.

“I can’t…” You whispered; Wanda lifted her hand but she hesitated stepping back as well.

It was in that moment you thought about the videos you received; those chapters of a story Wanda had lived in world she had created. The twins that had come to life as the children of Vision, the sudden mess that became out of such a magic, and then the piercing pain inside your chest when you realized Wanda was even further away than where she had been the first time the both of you broke up.

Your mind quivered breaking into a flow of memories you had tried to contain behind the shadows, and your chest shrank into a deep void filled with coldness and emptiness that left you breathless with desperation clinging to your senses.

Wanda stepped back; she creased her brows watching as your powers flickered around her. You clenched your jaw tilting your head until your footsteps take you out of the house. The world around you trembled surrounding you in complete darkness until all that was left was the single, crimson light of Wanda gleaming in the distance.

“Why are you so hurt, Y/N?” She asked, and her voice was like a dagger piercing your soul and twisting the memories of what could had been.

Instead of answering, instead of voicing your frustrations you broke down with tears rolling down your cheeks and the woman you loved holding you tightly. You hugged her tightly knowing, in this world, she was yours as much as you were hers and, even if it was for a brief moment, you could pretend this was your life.

And that was all that matter at the moment.

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You had been watching the routine from afar.

Billy and Tommy were extraordinary, their powers had been developing along with their physical attributes under the watchful eye of your counterpart and Wanda. Your heart twisted every time they looked at you or addressed you in such a familiar and loving way. The way kids sought out their parents, and it broke your heart the same way it was breaking Wanda’s.

“You were quite good to them, though I am pretty sure Billy noticed you were not his mother.” The voice was familiar to you, you had heard him a thousand times teasing and overall being a complete nuisance until he was finally killed by Thanos.

Loki Odinson was looking completely different to the Loki you had met back home.

His hair was around his shoulders, and he was wearing a dark suit with a tie matching the green of his magic. He gave you a quick once over, his eyes cold and calculating, while his hand twitched around calling upon a spell. You turned completely getting your body ready for a fight, the god smirked and soon you let out a gasp filled with an exclamation of pain as your back hit the ground.

“Not as fast as you used to, I see.”

“You just wait until I get use to this stranger’s body, then you will wish I was this slow.”

“Indeed.” He replied with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice, he stood by your side stretching out a hand to help you up.

You eyed the hand before taking it, the strength he used was enough to tell you he was not someone to mess with. Yet, there was something different about this Loki; he was calmer, more collected and with a hidden force that made you curious just to know the story behind the Asgardians in this universe.

“So, you played for the good guys in this universe?”

Loki scowled at the question walking past you until he reached the porch steps sitting down.

“I have never been part of the bad guys, but I have never seen eye to eye with Thor or some of those idiots he calls friends,” Loki leaned back settling his eyes on you, “I find it insulting to label people in such a black and white vision of life, when you and I know, that people and everyone in general is just…”

“Complicated.” You finished narrowing your eyes at Loki, the young male smirked tilting his head to one side.

“Exactly. Now, let’s get down to business, how much do you know of what happened before you got here?”

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Another day sneaked through the clouds, the sun shone right above the heads of the agents surrounding the area around the dome. 

Yelena was playing with the knife you had given to her for her birthday, her eyebrows creased together while the TV got ready to play the same chapter of your boring life over and over again. Yelena wished whoever was controlling the show would at least get new ideas, or at least let all of you spice things up because this was getting ridiculous.

There was a loud beep coming from the screen, and the image in the TV flickered between colours and black and white. Yelena almost fell off her chair when you appeared on the screen, this time around the story was different, and for the first time Yelena wasn’t sure if this was a good or a bad thing.

“Natasha! You better come here right now!” 

*****

The morning light sneaked through the bedroom curtains. The warm of a single ray of sunshine shook you from your slumber, without really opening your eyes you tried to cover up your face knowing that full consciousness poked through your brain.

Continuing with your marvellous sleep would not be possible anymore.

You furrowed your brows, turning to the side while stretching your arm to try and hug the woman you shared your bed with. 

Wanda.

A jolt of electricity went from your brain to your body, your heart beating at an anormal speed while you sat down in the bed. You glanced around the room but everything was the same as the day before, and the before that one. You frowned lifting a hand to your face, your thoughts came crashing down without any specific order.

Your wife. Her name was…

You turned to your bedside table, your mind flashed the memory of a single frame with the woman holding onto you smiling brightly. Your frown deepened, the name dancing inside your mind but unable to make sense.

It's going to be okay, my love, don't take the pill. Don't take it and you and I will be together again.

The voice inside your head whispered, the sweet tone was familiar, your heart jumped with anticipation. You turned on your side ready to leave the bed when the door of the room opened and another woman came right in.

She had dark hair, her lips full and red, while those eyes gleamed with a strange light.

“Good morning, baby, did you sleep well?” She came onto you leaning in to seal her words with a kiss.

It felt wrong, but you answered to the kiss lazily with the pretension of being just awake for a couple of minutes. The woman narrowed her eyes though the smile never left her face, she leaned back before making her way to the curtains and opening them with a yank of her hands.

“Today is a beautiful day, and last night was just amazing my love, I really enjoy it when you let me use you hard.” Her words pretended to be flirty, with a teasing undertone she tried to converge with the sultry stare she sent your way.

You shifted uncomfortably, this time around you wandered through your body to validate the veracity of her words. You didn't feel sore, but of course it could also be the effect of the drug or whatever it was you were in. You stood up making your way towards the woman.

Agatha.

Your face broke into another smile, your arms wrapping around her before leaning in to suck on her pulse point. Agatha lifted her hands closing them around your biceps, a sudden gasp left her lips and she tilted her head to give you more access.

“I love it when you let me be in charge, love.” You whispered in her ear, your lips teasing the shell of her ear, your eyes narrowing when the fixated on the flickering reality behind the woman.

“Mmm, I can tell you want more, but today we have the event in the school and we cannot miss it, I'm still competing for first place in the desserts contest.” Agatha stepped back her eyes dark and dangerous, a hint of lust gleaming inside them.

This was the very first time you approached her out of your free will, and the woman was excited. If you were already looking Agatha out and making these advances it meant her magic was growing bending the reality and helping her get what she wanted. Soon Scarlet and Wanda would no longer be an issue and you would be next.

“Very well, but you won't escape, Missy, I will have you later on.” You winked at her turning to make your way to the bathroom, Agatha called out to you stepping closer while lifting a single pill in her hand.

“I will wait patiently for you, now be a good girl and take your medication and take a bath.” 

Your smile never faltered taking the pill you put it right away in your mouth swallowing in front of the woman before entering the bathroom to get ready for the day. Agatha stood there for a moment, her eyes squinting trying to catch anything unusual but soon the shower started running and you started humming distractedly. The dark-haired woman smirked and left, the world around her flickering from purple to red.

*****

The day was bright and warm.

It was a complete contrast of the weather America had suffered in Norway. She glanced at the sky, then at the buildings around her, noticing for the very first time the forms of other people walking around the lanes in front of their homes. She frowned stepping back inside the house where Wanda had been recovering after her session with Agatha, she knelt beside the other woman lifting a hand to measure the temperature.

“Today I don't have a fever.” Wanda opened her eyes offering a half smile to the teen.

“That's good.” America sighed checking Wanda before sitting down on the floor. “You look weak.”

“I'm okay.” Wanda sat down slowly, she grabbed the pillows on the sofa tightly clenching her eyes close. “Scarlet is the one doing most of the work.”

America scoffed looking away from Wanda, that was another part of this crazy plan she didn't like. Whatever had happened before America came into the game, Wanda had detached herself from her powers and the part of her that had always been ready to fight for you. She had seen the suffering behind those green eyes, the pain in Wanda’s voice and the defeat in her posture, she had come to terms that you would never be Wanda’s and that she would always be in love with someone that didn't want her back. 

The world had been unfair to you and Wanda, and the both of you had given into miscommunications and pride to even attempt a shaky friendship. America pursed her lips glancing at the coffee table where Wanda had placed the necklace she wore at all times. 

“You are Scarlet.” America finally replied, locking her eyes with those of Wanda, “you and her are one and the same, you told me yourself that you could feel everything she did and that…”

“I know.” Wanda stood up on shaky legs, she pressed her lips together leaning in to grab the necklace. “Let's get ready, Agatha is finally confident enough that the world around her is of her own creation and we need to make the most of this chance to wake Y/N and get her help to break the spell.”

“Wanda?” America asked tentatively, she could tell the other woman tensed waiting for the question.

America hesitated before stepping closer, “are you sure this is going to work?”

“It has to.” Wanda sighed glancing to the floor, “Agatha won't rest until she had completed the ritual and drained me of my powers, then she would move onto Y/N…”

“And finally, me.” America wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes tearing up hating people around her kept being hurt because of her powers. Because of who she was.

Wanda put her hands on her shoulders, she offered a tender smile and her eyes gleamed with determination.

“Nothing bad is going to happen, we will make this work and then we will deal with Agatha.”

“Would you fuse with Scarlet?” America gauged Wanda's expression, she could see the fear behind those green eyes. “I mean, she is you after all and perhaps in that way you and Y/N…”

“Even if we were to do this, America, she is…she would never…” Wanda let out a heavy sigh, her hand putting her hair back holding onto everything she wanted to say, everything she had been experiencing ever since she got a chance to see you again.

“It's never going to happen, she doesn't love me anymore and I broke any chances to be with her a long time ago.” 

America opened her mouth to say something but Wanda silenced her with a gesture of her hands.

“No, she is not…when I accepted this I knew what I was getting into.” Wanda couldn't help the bitterness in her voice, “I knew it would hurt and we would never be nothing more than allies, I just…”

There were no more words, Wanda strsightned up turning her back to the teen.

“I’m going to get ready, I suggest you do the same.”

Wanda didn’t say anything, without tuning around she made her way back to her room and got the bath ready. She held back her tears, tired of the pain this reunion with you had brought to her heart. She knew she had to pay for her sins, what she didn’t know was how high of a price she would have to cover for everything to at least be forgiven. She had been paying her mistakes from day one, without a single moment of peace or redemption.

The water fell on her washing away the painful pressure resting on her chest, her fist clenched tightly as she went along with the plan, with the memories, with everything Agatha made her lived all over again in order to get deeper into her powers. Wanda was not completely sure she understood, and Scarlet had been unable to be cooperative unless you were involved; everything turned out to be a complete mess, and the young witch had to wonder if perhaps outside this reality there was someone trying to help them out solve the mess they were in.

If there was someone out there that was not blaming Wanda for yet another invented reality.

Wanda closed her eyes, her body flinched with the sudden jolt of electricity that went through her limbs all the way to the very core of her soul. She clenched her jaw close, the world flickered for a moment until she felt the pulse of energy gathering around her hands. Scarlet was ready, and they were running out of time. With a single sigh, Wanda turned off the water and went to get ready.

They only had one chance, she needed to be fast if they wanted to safe Y/N and themselves before it was too late.

And, after seeing her weakened state, Wanda knew time was not on their side.

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Time was relative.

And, apparently, space bent to the laws of time.

Loki had been very clear in his explanation of the multiverse, and his role in getting you in the right timeline and the right body. You heard everything he told you, with your mind taking the bits you thought important while trying to understand those you found hard to believe in. The theory was solid, but it certainly was meant for someone with a deeper knowledge on these matters like Hank, Tony or even Bruce. You went along with the game, believing what the god was saying to you while formulating a plan that could help you out without disturbing the timeline or the multiverse.

But for Loki to make it work, he would need time, and that meant you would need to live in a world you already found was destroying you little by little.

Without a doubt, this universe was going to be the dead of you.

When you were young and left the Avengers, you used to torture yourself with the ‘What ifs’. What if you forgive Wanda, what if you had been enough, what if you and her were still together. What if.

You remembered those long nights in which you imagine a normal life with her, the thought of getting married and forming a family. These thoughts grew inside your mind until you hit the rock bottom and you had to start a real healing process, you had accepted what happened and you stepped out of the shadows to move forward. You were a hero, with or without the Avengers, you were still pretty much a person that could help others so that was what you did.

You never forgot Wanda, and those little what if scenarios would come at nights or on those specific moments in which you were alone with your thoughts. Your heart used to ache with the shadows of the past while facing the light of the future; and now, trapped in this world, you were face to face with the biggest what if there was dancing inside your mind.

What if you give yourself a chance to love her again?

What if you forgive her?

The door of the basement opened and closed with a heavy thud, you shook your head turning to see Wanda Maximoff coming down the stairs with a plate filled with sandwiches and a three glasses of orange juice. Your eyes went from the tray to the woman then back to the book you had been staring at, Loki snorted knowingly sitting down while flickering his hand around.

The lights grew in intensity, and Wanda shot a quick glare to Loki before shaking her head in defeat. She settled her tray on the table taking a seat right beside you, her eyes softening lightly as they read on your face the torturing thoughts dancing inside your head that multiply when you realised Wanda had prepared your favourite sandwich. The young woman offered an affectionate smile before turning to Loki.

“It is quite evident they had been dream-walking, whoever has been doing it, at least, has become quite adept at it and has been creating a complete mayhem while doing so.” Wanda grabbed a sandwich furrowing her brow while opening the book and showing some graphics filled with runes and letters you did not understand.

Loki tilted his head eating in silence while glancing at the graphics, he turned to you then back to Wanda who continued speaking while filling up in the gaps that you did not know. Those that you had not been a part of while on in this universe.

“When we first encountered America, she told us about the multiple encounters she had with strange creatures chasing her around the multiple universes.” Wanda pursed her lips furrowing her brows, “something happened though, there was a moment of peace and then when they came back, she fell into our world.”

“Is this the part in which everything else happened?” Loki asked tilting his head thoughtfully, “but there was a moment of peace as well, was it not? Stark mentioned a time of peace in which she was getting use to this place…”

“And to us, yes.” Wanda shifted lightly, her eyes flickered to where you were already finishing your sandwich, your tongue tucking out cleaning your lips before you went back to your food. She couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, it seemed that some things didn’t change in between universes.

“Dream-walking is a powerful technique, not just anyone can do it and whoever decides to enter in such a realm of dark magic usually gets affected,” Loki leaned back closing his eyes for a moment, “whoever is behind this know what they are doing, and they had probably been planning this for a very long time.”

“I’ve been having dreams I shouldn’t have, dreams with Scarlet sneaking inside a different reality.” You chewed on your lower lip drinking from the glass before continuing, “some of them are pretty real, everything that she does it’s usually pretty real, yet I know it is not Wanda. It feels different, she is different even if they look the same.”

There was a moment of silence in which you tried to ignore the stares from Loki and Wanda on you. You distracted yourself with the food and the beverage while playing with the ring on your hand, you shifted on the chair ready to speak until Loki beat you to it.

“You said you saw a rune before the explosion, right?” Loki inquired, he produced a piece of paper and a pen that lend you waiting for you to draw what you saw.

“Yep.”

Wanda observed as you drew the rune, she leaned forward softening when her nose caught up with the aroma of your shampoo and special scent that was innately yours. She couldn't help the hand that rested on your arm, nor the tenderness behind her caress. You shifted on the spot, your back going rigid the moment you felt the familiarity behind the touch.

“There is something I don't understand yet, why do you call her Scarlet and referring to her as a third individual?” Loki finally asked furrowing his brows, you scrunched up your nose turning to Wanda then to Loki.

“Because they are not the same?” You knew something was not right the moment those words left your mouth.

Wanda and Loki glanced at one another, breaking their eye contact almost right away. 

“What?” You could see the hesitation but it was Wanda the one who answered.

“I am Scarlet, Y/N. That was my alias when I was part of the Avengers.” She clarified, you noticed just how closed she was to you, the twitched of her lips just as her hand cleaned up the crumbs of bread on your clothes and face. 

“Okay, well…look, I don't know what happened there, but my Wan…” You scoffed at the slip, stepping back and giving your back to Wanda you spoke again, “Wanda and Scarlet are certainly not the same. If anything…Scarlet is more…”

“Daring? Powerful? Mischievous? Straightforward?” Loki cocked his head, he smirked when you turned to him, narrowing your eyes. “That's Wanda alright, I will add an annoyance, and a pain in the ass.”

“Thank you.” Wanda glared at Loki who bowed his head, the relationship was almost as confusing as seeing Steve squirmed when talking to Loki.

“I wouldn't describe it like that…” you trailed off remembering the dreams, the touches and her words. 

You clenched your hands, this world was certainly driving you mad. 

“Is it possible this Scarlet is from a different Universe?” You asked looking at the circle on the floor, “perhaps a more deranged and obsessive version of Wanda from a different Universe?”

Loki stiffened at the question, he shifted from one foot to the other before stepping forward with a flickered of his hand a book appeared out of thin air. He grabbed the article, turning to Wanda before stepping forward into the circle.

“A cup of tea would be nice,” Loki sat down on the circle opening the book in front of him, the world soon darkened only to ignite a green flame. 

You stood your ground, stepping inside the circle making the magic around it flickered dangerously. Your eyes went black, leaning forward with your arms firmly placed at your sides.

“Answer the question.” You demanded to which Loki merely shrugged.

“Wherever there is a Wanda, there is always a Scarlet Witch, Y/N. They are one and the same.” Loki then twirled his fingers sitting Indian style while closing his eyes, the electric current of his magic pushed you away. “The fact that you are telling us there are two versions of Wanda only tells me what I should look for.”

“How can you know this? How can you be so sure that they are not two versions of different universes?”

“Because something like this has already happened before.” Loki waved his hand away frowning, “now, hush, I need to do this right or else I may take far longer than necessary and you need to go back to your timeline before something catastrophic happens.”

You observed the god with his hands position to the sides, flickering as the book finally revealed golden pages and he smirked. You were about to speak again but your body went completely rigid when a hand placed itself on your shoulder, you turned around only to see Wanda looking directly at you. Her touch was tender, and almost tentative, but it was enough for you to stop whatever you were about to do or ask. For a brief moment she waited, until you finally relaxed and stepped back.

“Come, this may take a while and I think we still have a conversation pending.”

You hesitated with your shadows flickering around you, whatever power or will to fight you had in you was soon eased out when Wanda sought out your eyes. You swallowed down your weakness before this woman, and without a single word you turned around and left the basement. The door close behind you with a flash of gold and green filling the basement before the closed door stopped any other intrusion from the magic.

You rested your back against the door, the young woman standing beside you bounced for a moment before she went into action and made her way to the kitchen. At first, you only follow her with your eyes, the confidence she was usually wearing faltered from time to time, and you could see the tension building up inside her while she grabbed the tea pot and got everything ready. Her back was turned towards you, but you were completely sure she was pretty aware of your presence and what you were doing.

After a while, and once it was pretty obvious Wanda had nothing else to do but wait for the water to boil you pushed from the door walking towards the kitchen and sitting down on a chair near the counter.

“When I first learnt about my powers, I started hearing this voice inside my head.” Wanda started talking out of nowhere, you sat down waiting for the story to continue.

“It was not a stranger's voice, it was mine though it held an influence and power that soon became part of me.” Wanda turned around, this time around she made sure it was impossible for you to look away. “While I was being experimented on, the voice kept on infusing me with confidence and power, I understood that the magic in me was talking but then…”

Wanda trailed off and her face broke into a painful mask of the past. The memories came rushing in, she lifted a hand to grab her arm hugging herself protectively. You swallowed down holding onto the counter, your heart twisted wanting to go over there and comfort Wanda. You clenched your jaw, looking away and hating the emotions running rampant inside of you.

“I was then given to my parents, my adoptive parents.” Wanda put a hand on her forehead, her voice breaking lightly. “She never told you?”

“She decided to cheat on me instead of trusting in me.” You replied through clenched teeth.

“It's so easy to judge others, isn't it?” Wanda shook her head leaning forward. “Have you ever asked her about the experiments? About the abuse? About the training?”

“Perhaps it was different from her that it was for you.”

Wanda leaned back, lifting her chin, “perhaps, but something tells me our worlds differ in the way we react to the past.”

“Does it make a difference?” You leaned forward, for the very first time spitting out anger while hitting the counter. “She broke my heart in the worst way and then…then came back with a set of troubles that only brought confusion and memories I didn't want!”

Wanda shook her head pointing a finger at you.

“If this is what you think then, you never knew her and you never understood her.” Wanda opened her mouth to say something else but she stopped, her eyes taking in the form of her wife and her heart yearning to have her back. To feel the sweet caress of her eyes on her. 

“She should have been more open, then. I was patient! I was always there for her! Even after Pietro died…”

“What?” Wanda paled at this, she opened her eyes trembling while she approached you, a piercing pain breaking through her chest.

You blinked confusedly shrugging, the anger still lingering in your features. 

“The day she became part of the team, that day Sokovia was destroyed. Pietro died saving Clint.” You hesitated to take notice of the pain crossing Wanda's eyes, “I'm sorry.”

Tears piled up in her eyes, her hand went to her chest. It was quite evident this news affected her greatly, even if her own brother was alive and her country was still pretty much a functional place with a stable government and amazing landscapes. You looked away, unable to face the tears or the sorrow coming from Wanda.

“And then, she lost you.” She whispered, leaning back, Wanda opened her mouth before closing it again. 

You shrugged, passing your hand through your hair, everything was messed up. Your emotions, the situation, the fact your heart ached to comfort Wanda, that you still wondered if perhaps being with her was possible. 

“I just…I want this to end. I don't know if this was…”

“You really don't understand,” this time around Wanda approached you with a tentative stare in her eyes. You stepped back the muscles of your face tense, with your chin lifted slightly.

“I think I understand enough after I saw her fucking Vision while she was still dating me.” You spat out, your eyes black while your powers flickered behind you.

Wanda had seen it.

The treason, the broken heart, the pride and the anger, but she had also seen the love, the nostalgia, the confusion as to what to do, how to proceed. She had seen enough to approach you, to place a hand on your shoulder. This Wanda had seen it all, and she had lived it before; the only difference was that she never hide herself from who she was and what she was experimenting with you. She had to face it because if she hadn't done so, she would have lost you and she was not ready to let you go.

It was getting harder to breathe, your thoughts came rushing inside your mind creating a spiralling of emotions that pierce through your very soul. Those green eyes were looking at you with understanding, there was a hint of sadness there but also hopefulness, and you just dropped your shoulders with your eyes glancing to the window.

“I can't look at you without remembering my pain,” you mumbled grabbing your chest, “I can't be here, and I can't be part of this fight if it means I have to be close to you. To her.”

“You still love her?” The question made you shiver, the darkness in your eyes increased and this time around the shadows wrapped around your body.

“It doesn't matter.”

“It does to me.” Wanda squeezed your shoulder tenderly, there was a hint of a smile but otherwise the woman was trying to be as open as she could be with you. “I can't believe she did what she did, it was something that crossed my mind but I never…”

“Yes, well, things are different in every universe, right?” You tried to move away but the hand tightened her hold and Wanda kept you closer. 

“When I broke things up, and I started dating Vision something happened.” Wanda started, her voice carried the weight of memories while her magic flickered around you and her. “It was confusing at first, denying you, denying me, trying to convince myself that I was living in sin and that I have to change to be the perfect daughter, to be the person I was raised to be.”

You listened carefully, it was the very first time you heard Wanda after what happened. And while this experience was completely different to the one you lived with your Wanda you could perceive the similarities. The relationship with Vision, you running away, the conflict in the world, the need for the Avengers to save the day, everything came crashing down and the fight was almost lost because Wanda had lost herself and her mind. She was becoming a different person, her powers getting out of control. Until she was faced with her powers and the presence inside her mind.

“It was strange, at first, but it was as if I had created a different version of myself, a powerful one that had no limits on the magic she could use, my magic,” Wanda then let out a bitter smile, “I almost killed my Y/N when she tried to reach out to me, that was what made me snapped.”

“I don't understand…” you crunched up your nose, creasing your brows while replaying the story inside your head, “what do you mean another person? Powerful? I mean, my Wanda created a whole new reality for her and…Vision.”

“Are you sure it was for him?” Wanda stepped back letting go of you, “there is something about this whole mess that has been bothering me ever since America stepped into our reality.”

“You mean, besides my consciousness being trapped in the body of your wife?” The sarcasm in your tone made Wanda roll her eyes, though this time around she did smile.

“The magic feels familiar, yet tainted. As if there was something else in there.” Wanda leaned back against the counter, “you mentioned a Scarlet and a Wanda, I was never two different people in here, I became the Scarlet Witch and owed my powers the same day I decided to fight for you and your forgiveness.”

You tensed turning away from the intense stare Wanda was shooting your way.

“I don't pretend to defend my counterpart, her sins are her own, and her demons had been chasing her far enough to leave her alone in your world,” her words crashed the barrier in your heart, and not for the first time you longed to see your Wanda and comfort her. You had seen the loneliness, the misery, and the weight of her mistakes wearing her down.

“But, have you considered perhaps Scarlet is her way to escape who she really is? That perhaps, everything comes down to this Agatha and the world Wanda created for herself?”

You couldn't answer the question that left a burning mark in your mind, the house started trembling and soon the air filled with magic. You and Wanda turned to the door where the sheer strength of the magic being used was making it tremble on its hinges. 

“What's happening?” You narrowed your eyes, your body getting ready for whatever would come out of the door. 

Wanda approached the door tentatively, her hand stretched out but before she could reach the doorknob there was a small explosion. Out of instinct, you grabbed her through the shadows putting her out of harm's way while the hall got completely destroyed. Your arms wrapped protectively around Wanda, your eyes wide open as they glanced at the woman that was kneeling beside you.

“Are you okay?” 

Wanda swallowed down, nodding, she looked away from you, turning her attention to the hall. There was no more magic, and everything was silent. The place looked trashed but otherwise the house was silent, with only remnants of humming power prickling at your skin. You couldn't help but set your eyes on Wanda, the woman holding onto you submitting to your protective embrace. 

“Loki.” There was real concern behind Wanda's voice, with some reluctance she stood up getting ready to go down the stairs when Loki finally appeared behind the threshold. 

“Loki! Are you alright?”

Wanda was on him in no time , her hand gleaming red scanned the body of the male frowning before slapping his arm. Loki scoffed, rubbing the spot she had hit, glaring at the woman.

“What was that for?”

“I told you not to trash the house!”

“Yes, well it wasn't my fault.” He stepped past Wanda, directing his eyes to you. “Tell me everything you know about Wanda and Scarlet, and what exactly do you know about this Agatha.”

You cocked your head, your nose crunching up with just a hint of hesitation in your eyes. The world might have changed in this part of the universe but Loki was still Loki; what could he do to help? What was more, why was Wanda looking at him as if he held the answers to this mess?

“We don't have time for this, but I'm not the Loki you know…” here Loki trailed off, his feet taking him to the teapot, every single moment measured and carefully designed for him to serve himself a cup of tea.

Wanda came behind you, you sensed her hesitation before she too stepped past you and joined Loki in the same activity. You couldn't believe the strangeness of this world, the obvious power these two individuals held, and the secrets behind their powers. You glanced at the mug in front of him, then at an admiring Loki.

“By mere chance, I ended up in a place where all the timelines are stories I can tamper without any effort.” He shrugged, taking a sip from his tea, “while witches and wizards everywhere need to dream walk or steal the powers to reach other realities, I can do so by stepping into the sacred timeline.”

“What is…?” You started and for the first time you saw real annoyance behind Loki's face.

“I could explain to you my part of the story, but I believe our main focus must be for you to go back to your world, and our Y/N to come back.” Loki shrugged, looking at Wanda sideways, “that's why I need you to tell me everything.”

There were many questions in your mind, but with a nod you opened your mouth telling them about your first encounter with Wanda, whatever you found out about Agatha and then the subsequent explosion that led you to this world.

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Wanda was ready to hit someone.

She really was ready to give up and do something drastic. The red magic concentrated on her hand, her eyes gleaming dangerously until a soothing hand wrapped around her forearm, America was torn between being amused and slightly concerned. For what seemed weeks they had been trying to get their plan into motion but every time they got to it you were ensnared deeper into the hex Agatha had placed on you.

The days were changing slowly, instead of the temporal loop they had experimented on those first days, now it was possible to go from one day to another, different days, different scenarios. Agatha was growing stronger while Wanda and Scarlet weakened little by little.

“You told me we had to be patient.” America stated trying to block Wanda's eyes from the scene playing in front of her.

Wanda huffed looking away from you and Agatha.

“She is doing this on purpose, she keeps using Y/N by having her under a spell, and we…”

“We are working on a solution, and the solution is here.” America rolled her eyes, still not believing she was the adult at the moment.

America knew most of Wanda's reaction was jealousy, the other part was guiltiness. Whatever was happening in the basement whenever Agatha dragged Wanda down, America knew the young woman had to face things she was not ready to face. Wanda usually came from those sessions tired, drained and miserable, while it became difficult for her to handle her magic.

America pursed her lips glancing at you and Agatha, Agatha placing your hand on her abdomen while you looked at her adorably. The principal of the school and the woman America and Wanda had met the first time they arrived in Norway were smiling congratulating the happy couple.

“How did she get the…” Wanda couldn't even said it, she turned around and everyone seemed to be having a good time in the school grounds.

“Well, you told me that's what you did…”

“Her magic was not like mine, she really is draining all my powers and here I am…” Wanda turned around and walked away.

America followed her walking faster to keep up with the other woman.

“Wanda, it's going to be fine, this is what we have been waiting for, right? We got her distracted and then you tried to wake Y/N…” America then hesitated pursuing her lips, “you told me your counterpart would help, right? With the signal she would help…”

Wanda stopped her passing, she squinted her eyes before nodding curtly.

“She said she would help.” Wanda didn't want to share her concerns with America in regards to her counterpart.

When they had met, Wanda had been scared out of her mind. The woman standing before her held the full power of chaos magic while being a construct of an inexistent reality. She had spoken harshly to her, blaming her for your indifference and for you to seek out other arms to be happy. Wanda had seen her life in replay, the past and the mistakes, the pain and the wrong decisions, everything that had led her to be alone and forgotten, trapped in a hex out of her control.

“Wanda?” America asked tentatively, Wanda straightened up shaking her head before offering a shaky smile.

“Let's do this.”

America smiled nodding, Wanda sighed begging to whoever was listening to her that this worked, or else, she didn't know what would happen once Agatha had gotten what she came for.

“You know what to do, right?” Wanda asked a very enthusiastic America, the young woman nodded with a smirk forming on her lips.

“Yep, please, Wanda just go for her… I know things will be okay.”

Wanda watched as America left ready to join the rest of the teenagers she had known back at school, soon she pretended to be just like everyone else trapped into the loop while Wanda sneaked around ready to reach out to you. With a single tap into her magic, she signalled Scarlet and soon she felt the surge of power going through her body as an answer. 

There was a loud bang, everyone exclaimed in surprise and soon people were laughing and clapping. While Wanda saw the subtle flickered in the reality, the purple changed into a light red. It was time. Without wasting more time, Wanda sprinted towards you spotting you right away while you laughed at some of the kids putting you away ready to show you some of their works and Agatha was distracted by the mother's asking about her pregnancy. The scene was so absurdly familiar, and stereotypical Agatha never noticed Wanda coming closer, or you walking into the school building.

The place was completely quiet, there was not much light but whatever light sneaked inside the building was enough for Wanda to locate you in the far corner of the building. Her heart skipped a beat, she glanced around knowing at any moment the reality could break and Agatha could get everything under her control.

“Y/N?” She called tentatively, you turned around with a scrunched-up nose and brows knitted together.

Your eyes met hers, and Wanda felt her breath taken away. You looked just the same, the way she remembered, with the same serious facade and the eyes filled with kindness and wonderment. She wished she could reach out to you, that she could gain your forgiveness…

The distance between the both of you shortened, but before Wanda could say anything you did something that left her and Scarlet defenceless.

You kissed her.

Wanda gave in right away, her eyes opened wide only to close slowly while she submitted herself to the kiss. Your lips on her sent an electric jolt through her body until her heart was twisting inside her chest and a hoard of butterflies exploded inside her lower abdomen. She forgot her own name, and everything stopped when your arms pulled her close and your warmth engulfed her with your teasing lips eliciting sweet whimpers of need.

For a brief moment Wanda forgot all about her past, she forgot the problem they were in and even why she had been looking for you. Wanda gave in, and kissed you back with the same tenderness, with the same need, with the same love.

“My Love, I missed you so much.” You said smiling tenderly at her, Wanda whimpered when you went back to her, your lips pressing tentatively before you pressed your forehead against hers.

“By the gods, Wanda, what's going on? Where is everyone? Billy and Tommy? Are they Okay?” You broke the kiss cupping her face in your hands, your questions soon went through her foggy mind, and Wanda felt as if a bucket of cold water fell on her.

“What?”

“Is it Pietro with them?”

Wanda felt her world crumbling around her, and you just went to kiss her again when a ball of purple mist came in between the both of you exploding and sending you flying away from Wanda.

You groaned, hitting the wall, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.

“Honey, I can't take my eyes off of you or you go back to Wanda's arms, tsk even after she fucked Vision you’re like a lost dog after her “

You pressed your hands on the ground lifting your face, your brows knitted together while Agatha held onto America and Wanda. You eyed the woman in front of you, she wore a dark dress floating just above the ground with America trying to grasp for air. Agatha smirked at you, her free hand twitching slightly until Wanda fell on the ground with a purple rope tightly wrapped around her neck.

“Wanda!” You stood up stretching your hands and your eyes darkening completely, you hardened your features stopping only when you heard the groan of pain from America and Wanda.

“Nu-uh, dear, I can be quite jealous and if you even care about these two you will lower your guns and…”

You were not even thinking about the threat, you had found an opening in the hex and in the powers used by the woman in front of you. Your fingers wiggled, and the shadows went into attack mode but you weren’t the only one joining the fight without giving it a second thought. Scarlet and Wanda had been planning it all along, they knew they needed one another to bring Agatha down, the same way the did that first time but they were not counting on you.

Or, the golden and greenish spark of magic that broke into their space, the explosion that followed blinded everyone, and soon they were there no more.

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The charts and the monitors were going into overdrive, Tony was trying to fix some of the readings with Monica and Friday helping him out while Carol was standing outside the dome getting ready for action.

Yelena and Natasha stayed behind, they had been watching the fill show for more than a couple of hours watching the time passed differently entering into days and nights as if time didn’t really matter.

Yelena was chewing on her lower lip, hitting the table as soon as she saw you running towards Wanda crashing your lips against hers.

“I told you! Didn’t I?” Yelena turned to Natasha pointing an accusing finger at her.

Natasha rolled her eyes trying to go back into the scene, getting other angles only to see Agatha freezing the scene around her and grabbing America harshly by the neck. She saw the way she roughed America up, putting her to her before making her way to the school. Her eyes went from one screen to the other, this time around she noticed Scarlet breaking the chains around her arms, legs and neck, almost crawling outside the house faltering before gathering some energy.

“Yes, Yelena, you told me, you are amazing at this but…” Natasha pointed to the screens, Tony and Monica coming over shaking their heads.

“Whatever the hell is going on is…” Tony trailed off turning around to see a huge explosion affecting the dome.

The earth trembled, and soon everyone right outside was running around screaming orders in different languages.

“Guys, you need to see this!!” Carol was standing right outside the trailer, her face was completely paled, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Natasha was about to exit but stopped when Yelena grabbed her hand, she turned to her sister to see the concern in her eyes.

“That’s not her.” Yelena was completely serious, with just a hint of fear in her tone.

“I know.”

“Who was that?”

“I don’t know, Yelena, but…”

“Hey, you two, you better come out because we just got a huge problem right now.”

Yelena scoffed turning to Tony, “what could possible be more important than the fact that was not Y/N?!”

Tony tilted his head shrugging, “perhaps the fact they just disappeared.”

“What?!”

Natasha and Yelena soon joined the rest of the team outside the trailer, the cold winter breeze of the north hit them straight in the face. The town was left almost untouched, with people on the ground being attended by the medical team; the dome had disappeared but besides some buildings being scratched and the people around being confused and left on the spots, there was nothing else indicating something strange had happened.

Natasha stepped forward watching the streets, and the sky, her heart almost leaving her chest when she turned around to see everyone looking at her. Yelena came forward as well, she crossed the street glancing around until she realized she was right in front of the street Agatha had used to name the street you were living in.

“What…what happened? Where are they?” Yelena finally asked turning to Natasha who merely shrugged just as baffled as her sister.

Instead of watching the same destruction Wanda had provoked a few months ago, what they found was a city that had been frozen in time. With all the inhabitants trying to remember what had happened, why they seemed to be a little disoriented; meanwhile, Yelena and the others had to wonder where you and the others had gone to.

“Where are they? Where is Y/N?!” Carol asked turning to Natasha and Tony. “You told me this would be fine! That you guy would find an answer before anything happened! Well, guess what, something happened!”

But there were no answers, and while everyone was fighting over what they should have done, or discussing what they should do, Yelena grunted exasperated running back into the trailer ready to get her eyes square while watching the screens. Something must be hiding in the broadcast, something she probably missed, something that would bring you safe and sound back into their reality.

At least, that’s what Yelena hoped for.

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Next Chapter: Loki miscalculates and creates a vacoon in the multiverse, Wanda has to face her counterpart and two different versions of Reader, America is ready to save the day and it was Agatha all along.

[lovehungrybean]

You make me feel Beautiful

Summary: Wanda has just given birth to the twins and feel insecure about her body causing her to push away yn.

Warning: 18+ *slight smut at the end*

Angst and fluff

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“Finally” you breathed out as your back hit the comfort of your bed. The past two hours had consisted of you and Wanda trying to get your two screaming babies to sleep. Nappy changes, singing, rocking,feeding and burping nothing seemed to satisfy the twins until finally now,12:30 am; on their own accord after having totally exhausted their parents silence was bestowed in the home.

Next to you Wanda also breathed out, the relief of finally being able to hear herself think clear. “ I love them both so much but god; having twin’s is difficult.” Wanda states as she turns to look at you.

You look back at your wife taking in her appearance, how strands of hair escape the confinements of the messy bun on the top of her head, the light blush present on her cheeks due to the ordeal of the past two hours. But you swear she just gets more and more beautiful by the day, especially seeing her become a mother you have never felt more attracted to her than now. You just wish she believed you when you would tell her.

“You look so pretty right now” you whisper into the quite of the night

Wanda avoids your eyes, “I look like a mess” she scoffs voice laced with insecurity.

It had been over two months since Wanda had given birth to Tommy and Billy, and the two of you had not been intimate since before the birth; not by lack of trying from your side but rather Wanda. Anytime you would try to instigate, she would make the excuse of being tired, which you would of believed but then she started getting changed in the bathroom with the door locked. And there also been occasions where you would try to hug her from behind but as soon as your hands get anywhere close to her stomach she moves away. This was especially strange as, Wanda’s and your’s love language had always been touch, ever since you first started dating.

“Hey, look at me baby” you reach out carefully entwining your hand with hers that lay on the matteress in the middle of the two of you.”I miss you, just let me hold you please?”you look into her eyes, lit only by the moonlight seeping through the window.

“I want you to but I just.. how can you still find me attractive, my bodies changed and I’m just so scared you’ll see all of me and just be disgusted”Wanda whispers, tears filling her tired green eyes.

Your heart clenches seeing your wife so upset.”is that why you’ve been hiding your body from me?”you whisper back. Wanda nods the tears falling down her cheeks. She removes her hand from yours to wipe them but you beat her to it carefully drying her tears with the pad of your thumb.

“I Remember when I first spent the night with you and I was so nervous for you to see all my scars, I thought they would make you see me differently, that you wouldn’t find me attractive enough, I felt like I was damaged,ugly.”

“They’re not ugly they tell a story, they’re part of you and your beautiful” Wanda states with certainty; upset that you ever though so lowly about yourself.

“Yeh I know that now because you helped me see them that way, I remember how you didn’t judge me you made me feel comfortable in my skin and I want to make you feel that way to.”

“Plus your body tells the greatest story ever. It has literally given the gift of life, it’s carried our two strong and healthy baby boys and I couldn’t be more proud of you if I tried. Your body represents strength and resilience and there’s nothing more beautiful than that, I swear.” Wanda looks for doubt in your eyes but sees nothing but sincerity.

Wanda gives you a soft smile before turning away from you, to face the window. You stare at her back defeated but before you can get up to leave Wanda reaches for your arm placing it around her midsection pulling you closer. She pushes back into you as you hold her tighter finally feeling her in your arms after what felt like so long. A few minutes pass and you hear Wanda’s soft breathes even out, signalling that she’s asleep, you follow soon after with a lazy smile on you face.

You open your eyes with a groan being awaken by cries coming from the nursery, you feel Wanda moving out of your hold but before she can your already up on your feet, “go back to sleep I’ve got them”

“Are you sure, you got up last time too” Wanda looks at you eyes still full of sleep.

“I’m sure; its the least I can do, you literally pushed them out , stay in bed” you smile bending down to leave a kiss on her cheek as you make your way to the boys room.

After giving the two babies a bottle and plenty of cuddles they were fast asleep again. You look down at them both asleep in their crib; how did you get so lucky. If ten years ago someone would have told you you’d have a wife and two kids, the perfect family; you would’ve laughed in their face. But here you are against all odds you made it, you and Wanda both did.

The clock reads 9am as you go back to your bedroom, with the intention of going back to sleep, but to your surprise you find Wanda standing at the foot of the bed, and you can’t help but notice the disregarded sweats and T-shirt from last night on the floor.

There your wife stood wearing a sexy red lace lingerie bra and thong set, with a black silk robe falling from her shoulders, much to your gratification; failing to hide much from your wandering eyes. You stand there in shock practically drooling from the sight of you wife, you hadn’t seen her without a sweatshirt for the past two months let alone practically naked.

Seeing Wanda start to play with her hand nervously breaks you from your trance and you notice the blush on her face getting more apparent, she catches your gaze before shyly looking down.

“Is it ok?” She whispers unsure, embarrassed almost.

You quickly move towards her, hands gripping her hips pulling her closer to you whilst she moves her arms up behind your neck, as your arms circle her waist, settling your hands on her lower back.

”it’s beyond ok, you look unreal, baby” you whisper into her ear, leaving a kiss there before moving your lips down to her neck, you bite down on her sweat spot making her release a breathy moan of pleasure. It’s musics to your ears. You know it won’t take much for both of you to reach a high seeing as you hadn’t had any skin on skin contact with each other in the last two months.

Taking you by surprise Wanda pushes you onto the bed before removing the black silk robe fully from her body before sitting on your lap.

You move your hands to grip her ass, giving it a squeeze causing Wanda to role her hips looking for friction to ease the growing tension. The thin material of her lace thong not doing much to hide her arousal that drips onto your thigh as she rocks back and forth.

Wanda reaches back to unclip her bra all whilst holding eye contact with you, almost as if she’s daring you to look down at her now exposed chest. Seeing how much of an effect her body has on you and how much you still crave her, grows Wanda’s confidence as she attaches her mouth to yours, kissing you passionately.

Wanda pulls away breaths heavy. She smiles at you as her eyes fill up, due to the overwhelming feeling of adoration and love before softly whispering;

“You make me feel beautiful detka”

[upon-a-starry-night]

Wanda: *approaches Y/n*

Wanda: Y/n... I have to tell you something. I’ve liked you for quite a while and I’d like to take you out on a date

*whole team watching in anticipation*

*Y/n looking around confusedly before taking out airpods*

Y/n: Sorry Wanda, did you say something? 

Wanda:...No * walks away flustered*

Bonus-

*Clint handing Nat 10 dollars*

Nat: Y/n’s just too oblivious for their own good

[kingofchaos777]

Self-indulgent Imagine

*Wanda Driving to Las Vegas*

*ME: Still at Home after she accidentally forgot me*

[this was More funnier in my head]

[wandaadmierer]

Jealous Professor.

NOT MY GIF!!!

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ DNI IF UNDER 18, smut, dirty talking, semi public smut, swearing(Tell me if i missed any.)

Synopsis: After class, you're professor becomes unexpectantly jealous at your new found friend.

“What’s wrong my love? You’ve been really quiet today.” You gently wrap your arm around her waist as you stand closely behind her. “Nothing, you should go.” She coldly says as she attempts to take your arm off of her but fails. For a moment you’re confused, wondering what you have done wrong to make her mad at you, then it clicked.

Moments before…

The school bell rang loudly, echoing amongst the school grounds. University students scrambling to get to their next class. As per usual you arrived on time and sat in your allocated seats. It seemed ridiculous at the time to be placing adults in certain places, but you didn’t complain, you could socialize with anyone, so it didn’t matter who sat beside you. As luck would have it, you sat in the desk, closest to the professor. Again, you were not complaining. She was a beauty to behold, and the way she would teach her lectures were elegant and graceful. Which only increased the appeal.

Following your schedule, you arrived in your class and sat in your seat at the front. It appeared that your two desk mates were absent, so you were left alone. Well not alone, your girlfriend was right in front of you. Forgot to mention, you guys have hooked up in the past and are now secretly dating.

As you secretly admired your girlfriend, a knock interrupted your thoughts. Seizing the lecture, all eyes were on the source of that noise. Excusing yourself, she approaches the door to see who’s on the other end. Minutes later your gf and this new person are both standing at the front.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Tracey, she will be joining this course.” Your gf announces. After the introduction, Tracey decides to sit next to you. And of course, you being you, you engaged in multiple conversations when you were given the chance to speak. Tracey is a sweet girl, who seemed to have an amazing personality, but her college clothing was a whole different story. Majority of her clothes revealed a lot of her body, and if you were single, you would have wanted to shot your shot because she also seems interested, however you heart belonged to another and has been for 6 months now. If only she knew this.

The lecture went by in a blast, you made a new friend who was really smart in this subject and was able to help you with certain things, so it should be considered a really happy day. However, if felt off. It felt like eyes were on you throughout all of todays lecture.

The bell rang, signalling the end of today’s lecture. As you were gathering all of your material, Tracey gently grabbed your arm, alerting your attention. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go and get something to eat with me.” Tracey asked in a seductive town, while subtly lifting her cleavage. Your natural instinct was ofc to look, but just as fast you looked away. “Sorry I have to ask the professor a few questions first about today’s lecture. So, you head out first, and I’ll txt you later.” You simply tell her. She nods in understanding and leaves the room, closing the door on her way out. Now it was just you and the hot professor.

Present time ~

“Nothing, you should go.” She coldly tells you. As you slowly connected the dots, only one thing made sense, jealousy. You softly giggle behind her, catching her off guard. As you seize your laughter, you slowly begin to leave a trail of light kisses on her neck, right behind her ear. You knew her body well and knew that this was one of her weak spots. She softly groans against your touches, before she forcefully grabs your arm and releases your grip on her. She turns around and lightly shoves you back, enough to make distance between you both. You enjoyed seeing her jealous, but this was a whole other level. She huffs before turning back around. “Go.” She orders. Ok now it’s time to turn the tables. You had an idea. You approach her again but don’t touch her, only merely grazing your lips against her ear.

“Is someone jealous because another girl was talking to me. Is that what your problem is.” You tell her in a husky voice. You already knew the answer, but the grunt that came from her made it all worth it. Her breathing becomes uneven, she hands twitching, and her eyes closed. Her persona was slowly crumbling, but not quite there. “she was flirting with what’s mine; I have a right to be upset.” You slowly put your hands on her, not nearly enough to satisfy, only to annoy. “You shouldn’t be upset my love, you have me, all of me. I’m not going anywhere." She rapidly turns her body around and pulls you in by the neck. Lips smash against each other in a messy rhythm. She was never one to initiate the sex between you too, so this jealously must have really gotten to her.

You loved this newfound confidence in her, but the moment she started unbuckling your shorts, you had to stop her. “So needy, does my baby want something?” you felt like teasing her. “I need you to stop fucking teasing me and give me what I want. I deserve what I want after what you did to me today.” Your eyebrows raised. Now she was playing a very dangerous game. Your right hand grasped her neck, not too rough but just right to give her a headrush.

“I strongly suggest that you watch your tone with me baby, before I punish you.” You sternly told her. She shivered, causing a smirk to plaster on your face. As you slowly see her form a smirk of her own, you insert two of your fingers into her drippy pussy. The moans that escaped her mouth almost made your knees give out, but this newfound dominance keep you together.

The way her velvety walls clenched around your fingers indicated that she was close. Your speed increases dramatically leaving her to slap her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. “I love hearing those sound come out of you baby. Why keep them quiet.” Right before she was about to let go, you immediately retreated your fingers and sucked them clean. She had immediately growled at your actions, however when you gazed into her eyes. She shut her mouth.

“Ill see you after class Miss Maximoff.”

Debating on making a part 2, let me know if you think i should:)

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes (Male Reader) (on Wattpad) 

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[widowbitessting]

A Trio of Brats

How would each of our ladies react/handle R, if while on the elevator up to the penthouse, during a heated discussion, R spanked their ass and said “you’re being a brat”? 😈

18+ ONLY. Minors Do Not Interact. 

Pairing: NatashaxReader|WandaxReader|CarolxReader|NatashaxCarolxWandaxReader

Words: 8137

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, strap on, edging, fingering, mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, hair pulling, no touching allowed, punishments, Dom/Sub relationships [there’s more but I’ll tag later]

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- Natasha’s POV -

“You’re not bringing a puppy into the penthouse, Baby.” 

You frown over at the back of Natasha’s head.  

She is still standing facing away from you, gazing out of the windows. 

While you stay near the doors.

She’s been standing like that ever since the two of you had walked into the elevator.

After you had been badgering her the entire car journey to be allowed to bring MJ’s puppy with you. 

It’s safe to say you know you’re grating on Natasha; possibly reaching her limit - but does that stop you? 

No.

Because there is a cute little puppy on the line. 

You can’t back down now. 

No. It’s too vital. 

And you want to bring the puppy up to show Wanda and Carol.

No matter what Natasha, ever the bossy boots, says.

“I don’t get why though.” 

“Because, dumb girl; I don’t want a flea covered, yapping thing let loose in my home. It was bad enough when you brought Hedwig here.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Hey that was mean! I’m not dumb!” You say. “And she doesn’t have fleas. MJ’s keeps amazingly good care of Spider-pup. And Hedwig was a wonderful guest.” 

“For someone who frequently locks herself out of her house.” After hearing the name of the dog, Natasha finally looks around: “Spider…pup?”

“Yeah.” You reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s dating Peter Parker…the biggest Spider-Man fanboy around. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to yell Princess in the park.” 

“And Spider-pup was the way to go, clearly.” 

“Yeah.” You reply, edging forwards a little. “Plus I know Spider-pup has a thing for redheads too.” 

Natasha’s eyebrows raise and you quickly back peddle. 

“Not in a sexual way! She just loves red headed people. Like, adores them. She’d be on your lap all night, Natty.” 

You’ve reached her now and you’re about to twirl some of Natasha’s red hair between your fingers, and offer her your best puppy dog eyes; when her hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping you. 

“The mongrel still isn’t stepping a paw into my home, baby girl.” She growls. “Nice try.”

You try to snatch your hand away but the older woman holds you firm. 

“Now stop pestering me over an animal, Y/N.” 

You gasp.

“Did you just full name me?”

“Yes I did. Because you’re being a brat.” 

“I’m hardly being a brat…” You reply, before adding on: “Natasha.” 

You’re being slammed into the handlebar before you can even protest. 

You’re now looking at the view outside, with the hand Natasha still has in a bruising grip, pinned behind your back.

You let out a whimper, moving as the bar digs uncomfortably into you. 

“What did you just call me, Y/N?”

“I don’t remember?”

“Don’t. Lie.” Her free hand smacks your ass hard. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I called you Natasha.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because…?” Another hard slap and you wince. 

“Because I felt cocky.”

“Such a dumb little baby.” Natasha drags your other arm behind you; pinning both hands in one of hers. “What’s my name, little one?” 

“N-” 

She slaps your ass so hard this time that you let out a cry, trying to get your wrists free.

“Colour, kitten?” 

“Yellow.”

Instantly Natasha spins you around and kisses you deeply; humming when you physically melt into her.

“Good girl, thank you for communicating with me.” She smiles down at you. “What’s my name?” 

“Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

“I’m still not letting that dog in my apartment.” 

She lets you go, seemingly knowing that you’re nearing their apartment and as she walks, you catch her muttering something under her breath. 

“You’re being a brat now.” 

You slap Natasha’s ass before you can really stop yourself. 

And end up swallowing thickly.

“Holy shit.”

Yep, you’re gonna die.

You’re dead.

D

E

A

D

MJ, you’d better say something good at my funeral.

Natasha turns around, completely ignoring the doors that are now opening.

“What was that?”

She’s glaring at you.

Daring you to say it again.

What the hell, right?

“You’re being the brat…” It’s nothing more than a whisper but you say it. 

Natasha lets out a chuckle. 

A low chuckle that has you quaking right where you stand.

You glance behind her at the doors which are now closing.

Natasha catches the door without taking her eyes from you.

“Well if I’m the brat then that makes you the Dom, baby.” Natasha steps out of the elevator. “So I think I’ll go ahead and put myself in a time out; you’ll be able to entertain yourself without me, won’t you?”

The colour drains from your face.

“What?” 

Turning without another word, Natasha leaves you standing there, completely dumbfounded. 

You’re quick to move when the doors shut you off from her, and you manage to weasel through, hot on Natasha’s heels. 

“Wait, wait, wait!”

But you don’t get a response from her the entire walk up through the apartment and down to her office. 

When she gets there, she offers you a glance and a small, smug smile, before vanishing quickly inside; shutting the door behind her. 

For the entire hour she is in there, no matter how many times you knock on the door, attempt to pick the lock  - something Natasha herself had taught you - and begged; literally begged, the red head just wouldn’t open the door. 

For the entire hour. 

The entire long and extremely boring hour. 

You end up leaning your back against the door as you text MJ; doing nothing short of complaining of how mind numbingly bored you are, when the door suddenly shoots open and you’re sent flying backwards.

Landing in a thump between Natasha’s heeled feet. 

“Hey detka, still here?” 

“That was mean, Daddy.” 

The red head shrugs. 

“Have you finished being a brat?”

“Should I be asking you that question?” You ask. 

“Another hour it is.” 

You jump to your feet quickly. 

“No, no! I’m sorry! Please.”

Natasha is smug as she keeps the door open for you and you scramble inside. 

“Well seeing as you apologised…I think it’s time for the good girl to get her reward then…isn’t it…”

You all but jump into her open arms and wrap yourself around her like a koala. 

Natasha attacks your neck with vigour, licking and biting at the skin you have to offer her, all the while walking you into the room towards her desk. 

You squirm and let out a small whine. 

“You’re packing.”

“Would you expect anything less from me, kitten?” she asks coyly. 

Natasha drops you unceremoniously on her floor. 

“No. Never.” 

“Knees. Now.” 

You get into position instantly, hands resting on your lap. 

“Think you can suck my strap for me? Get it nice and wet for that pretty pussy, baby?”  

Your mouth opens automatically, watching with eager eyes as she unzips her pants and takes out her strap. 

“Look, baby girl. I made sure to choose your favourite too.” 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

Natasha cups your face and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Such a good girl.” She says, “Now stick out that tongue.”

When you do, she spits directly onto it and makes you swallow. 

“How did I get lucky to get such a good girl, hmm?” Natasha asks. “Can you suck daddy’s cock for me? Make me feel good?” 

You surge forwards without needing anymore instruction.

Sucking most of it into your mouth, you move your hands to Natasha’s legs as you fight the urge to gag almost immediately.

You hear Natasha coo at you as you struggle. 

Knowing this wasn’t your forte. 

She grips the back of your head and gently guides you down her faux cock.

Enjoying the way your eyes are already brimming with tears.

You wretch loudly and Natasha coos you again. 

“Poor baby, doing so well on my cock - such a good girl.”

Spit dribbles down your chin. 

When your nose presses into the fabric of Natasha’s pants, you force yourself to breathe through your nostrils. 

Trying so hard to stop gagging.

“You okay, detka?” 

You give her a thumbs up and it urges her to continue. 

Her grip on your hair tightens as she grabs the strands and pulls you back, before dragging you back down. 

Over and over. 

Until your throat has gotten used to her member.

Until you’re sucking her into your mouth with much more ease. 

“There we go, little one. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”

She fucks your face a few more times, softly pounding her hips into your mouth; forcing her cock down your throat. 

When she pulls out, strings of spit still connect you to her strap. 

It’s one of the hottest things Natasha has ever seen.

Your chin and neck are covered in drool. 

Natasha leans down and kisses you sloppily, humming when you try to suck her tongue into your mouth, 

Before hoisting you up off the floor and down onto her desk.

She automatically pulls at your shorts so fast that you’re sure they’re torn. 

Natasha flips you on your stomach, fingers dipping into your wetness.

“So wet already, detka.” She murmurs, “did you miss daddy?” 

She slaps your ass.

“I did; so much.” You pant, “I’m so sorry for being a brat. So, so, so sorry.” 

“Thank you for all the apologies, baby.” 

When she finally thrusts into you, your eyes all but roll back and your head screams: “Finally!” 

You moan loudly. 

So loudly.

“That’s it baby, taking my strap so well.”

Natasha keeps on slowly pushing inside of you, knowing that it's driving you mad.

Once she’s fully inside of you, she pauses for a second, allowing you to get used to her length, to the stretch that parts your walls, before she pulls out slightly and thrusts back in.

“Oh good girl.” Natasha sighs, pulling out again. 

When she slams in, you let out a startled moan, near head butting her desk.

Her new pace is just brutal, holding your hips as she pounds over and over into you.

Natasha is chasing her high, just as you are yours. 

The end of her strap rubs deliciously against her clit.

Mix that with your moans and the sounds coming from between your legs, Natasha is already close.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be, kitten.” She lets out a shaky breath.

You preen under her words, shuffling on the desk as you start bouncing back on Natasha’s strap. 

“That’s it slut, take my cock.”

You angle your hips down, jolting when it hits the spongy spot inside of you.

Oh, that feels so good.

Christ, how were you so close already?

But then again, you've lost all sense of time.

“Is my little baby gonna cum?” Natasha asks, voice slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh. Please, please can I cum, daddy?” 

Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Natasha pounds into so fast you’re sure the back of your thighs are going to bruise.

She watches with glee as your hands wrap around the edges of the desk to try and stop your body jolting with each thrust.

Your moans bounce off the walls. 

The coil in your stomach tightens as Natasha constantly hits your g-spot.

“Cum. Cum now or don’t bother at all.”

Your orgasm is torn out of you, just as is the exhausted scream that follows; your legs tremble and you would have slid off the table right there and then if it wasn’t for Natasha holding your hips in death grips.

A few more thrusts and Natasha reaches her high too; slamming into you one final time before she lets out a whine and stills, body shuddering. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your legs have become jelly. Your pussy too sensitive to take anymore.

Natasha pulls out, quickly leaning down to lick a long strip through your folds before standing up straight and turning you round. 

When she kisses you, all you can taste is your own arousal.

You pull back and lick the tip of her nose. 

“Am I forgiven, daddy?”

“Yes, detka.” Natasha smiles. “How does a shower sound?”

“A shower sounds amazing.” You reply, grinning. 

“Good.”

You reach down to pick up your shorts but the redhead snatches them from you. 

“You won’t be needing them, silly girl.”

You can’t help but grin.

“Yes, daddy.”

You walk to the office door, turning when Natasha calls your name.

“I’m still not letting MJ’s dog in my home, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”  

- Carol’s POV -

“No. Means. No.”

“Oh come on, Carol!” 

You follow the blonde into the elevator, a box containing the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, in your hands. 

“No, kitten. You heard me. We are not eating pie before dinner.”

You stand next to her as she beeps her card and presses the button for the penthouse. 

“Car, come on. What’s the worst that could happen, hmm? We don’t eat all of our dinner? Wow, call the cops now.” 

“The worst that could happen is you getting put in your place, little girl. Don’t make me throw that pie out of the window, because I will.”

You hold it closer to your chest.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Using her full height against you, Carol towers down at you and narrows her eyes. 

“Try me.”

You shuffle back, taking your precious pie with you. 

Carol follows. 

“I see this thing as my child; you throw this out and you��re throwing my…like heart out too…”

“God you’re so fucking dramatic.” Carol rolls her eyes. “Plus you want to eat that pie. How sick is that?”

You open and close your mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a snarky reply.

“That’s what I thought.” Carol replies, “want me to shut that mouth for you, kitten?”

Glowering up at her, you do it yourself.

“Are we finished going on about this stupid pie now?” She asks. 

“S-stupid pie?” You look down at the box. “Carol, I’m hurt. Hurt! This pie is not stupid; it’s a beautiful creation and I think I’m in love with it.” 

Carol laughs, exasperated. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, baby.” 

“Y’know what else is cute, Carol?” You ask before holding the box out. “This pie. And it’s cruel for us to wait to eat it until after dinner.”

“Y/N…” Carol warns. “I’m getting sick of hearing about it. I mean it. We’re eating it after dinner. Or not at all.”

You glance down at the box in your hands. 

“Fine.” 

Smiling, Carol leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“I knew you could listen to instructions; good girl, kitten.” 

“It’s amazing what happens when you threaten my pie, isn’t it?” 

Carol smirks. 

“It sure is.”

The two of you settle down, Carol taking her phone out of her pocket to check a couple of emails while you find it really hard to not roll your eyes. 

God, the whole thing is stupid. 

What was the big deal anyway? 

Food is food, right?

You open the lid and inhale the sweet smell of the treat in your hands; mouth instantly filling with drool. 

Your stomach rumbles. 

“Fuck, I’m so hungry.” You scrape a little of the crust off with your finger and pop it into your mouth. “Can’t we just, like I dunno; nibble the crust, Carol? Consider it an amuse-bouche.” 

You’re too busy giggling at your very pitiful joke to notice Carol. 

Maybe if you had you could have gotten away from the situation.

Doubtful. 

But maybe.

The pie is snatched from your hands before you can fully process what’s happening and thrown on the ground. 

"Hey!"

You’re then pinned by the blonde, back bouncing on the elevator wall; where, not even waiting for you to reply, Carol’s hand trails up your chest, tickles at your neck before settling in your hair.

She grabs a handful, relishing in the way you flinch, readying for her to yank.

“Kneel.”

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“You heard me, kitten. Kneel. Remember your place.” 

You shake your head. 

The final nail in your coffin. 

Carol’s hand slams down on your shoulder and she pushes you down onto your knees. 

You quickly find it difficult to maintain eye contact with the incredibly smug woman standing over you. 

The second you look away, she cocks her head to the side.

“Where you looking at, kitten?” Carol asks. “My eyes are up here. You know I like looking at your pretty eyes.” 

You make yourself look at her. 

And as you part your lips to talk, Carol roughly pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“Brats don’t get to talk.” She growls. 

You choke as Carol’s fingers hit the back of your throat; and when you try to pull back, the other woman doesn’t let you, the grip on your hair tightening to keep you in your place. 

“Where are you going, baby?” 

Carol fucks your mouth a few more times before keeping them lodged between your lips; loving the way your eyes widen and you gag around her. 

Carol doesn’t miss the small intake of breath through your nose when her boot grazes your core.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth, deliberately pressing down on your tongue to just earn one last gag before her digits leave fully.

Spit dangles from her glistening fingers and she wipes them clean on your cheek. 

“Stay.” 

You look at her in confusion; watching as she crosses the elevator to hit the STOP button; causing you to nearly fall out of your kneeling position from the floor. 

When Carol returns to you, you try to speak again, voice your innocence, but she raises an eyebrow and your voice dies in your throat. 

Her feet shift and one slips between your spread legs.

“There’s a good girl, that’s what I thought.” 

You stay where you are, legs spread on the elevator floor with one of Carol’s feet between them. 

“Look at you,” she mockingly pouts, “on your knees for me. Right where you belong.”

Carol lifts her foot and smiles when you jerk. 

“You think bad girls have the right to try and get off on my feet?” 

She moves her foot and you all but whimper when the contact leaves you. 

“But considering you look so fucking cute right now…I’d say you deserve…something…” Carol’s face is incredibly smug. “Go ahead and hump my shoe, slut. I'll allow it.” 

Your eyes go wide. 

“W-what?” 

“You heard me, baby.” Carol says. “Or is that dumb submissive brain of yours too fuzzy to understand simple instructions?” 

Her boot goes back between your legs and presses right against your clit. 

“Hump my fucking shoe or I’ll turn your ass red. The choice is yours.” 

You move automatically, despite the humiliation slapping you right in the face, and grind yourself down onto Carol’s shoe. 

The friction feels amazing and it causes your eyes to flutter. 

“Oh.” 

“Go on. Get yourself off on my shoe. It’s a nice sight, I won’t lie.” 

You roll your hips and groan.

When you try to sit up, to rearrange yourself on her shoe; Carol’s hands slam firmly on your shoulders again and shoves you back down; grinding you against her boot. 

“Fuck, c-captain.” 

“What was that, baby girl?” she asks.

“Nothing, captain; I’m sorry.” 

“Maybe you need something in that mouth of yours…to keep you quiet. What do you think?” 

You go to reply when two of Carol’s fingers re enter your mouth. 

“Suck them.” 

You’re quick to do as you’re told, sucking on her digits as if your life depends on it. 

“There’s a good girl. Knew I’d find better use of that mouth instead of talking utter shit.” 

You gag loudly when her long fingers poke at the back of your throat. 

“You know,” Carol continues, shifting her boot to make you groan, “you’re such a good girl when you’re not complaining about your stupid pie.” 

Something clicks in her brain and she smiles deviously down at you. 

“I think I might take you up on your offer from earlier, sugar.” She continues, gripping your jaw tighter when you try to speak. 

And then just like that, everything stops. 

You can only watch helplessly as she moves away from you and picks up the box. 

You miss how good her shoe made you feel.

You clench your thighs, pussy throbbing.

When she opens the box lid, you can’t help the pathetic whine when you see your delicious pie in front of you. 

You swallow thickly.

“It smells delicious, kitten.” Carol says; eyes snapping to you when you open your mouth again.

You watch, mouth agape as she breaks off a part of the crust and pops in into her mouth; moaning loudly when the buttery flavour explodes on her taste buds. 

“And this is just the crust, I can’t wait to eat the whole thing.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it, brat?”

You’re on your feet in seconds, legs shaking from being knelt down for a long period of time.

“You’re the one being the brat now, not me.”

How you manage to slap Carol’s ass before she pins you to the wall is beyond you. 

Yet somehow you manage it.

The blonde is seething. 

“Say that again.”

You meet her eyes and all the courage you have vacates your body.

“I-I’d rather not, thank you.”

“It isn't a request, Y/N. It's an order.” 

“I -” 

“3.”

“Don’t count!”

“2.”

“I said you was the brat!”

“And why did you call me a brat?” Carol asks.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh? An apology already?” Carol grins. “Where did that bratty energy go?”

“It left. Really quickly.” You pout slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, baby?” She leans to kiss your jaw. “Really sorry?”

“Mhmm.” You whine when her teeth nip at your skin. 

“I guess that’s okay then isn’t it, if you’re really sorry.”

You’re sceptical at first - because why would she let you get away with being a brat so quickly? - but when her hand slips into your pants, the scepticism dissolves. 

Her long fingers circle your clit and you let out a small whimper. 

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

She grabs your jaw with her other hand.

“Use those words, baby.” 

She says this as her fingers dip inside of you, pulling back before she fully does.

“Yes, captain.” You whisper. “Please.” 

“Oh such a good girl, using her manners for her captain.”

She lifts you with no effort, yanking your pants and knickers down to your knees before shoving two fingers easily inside of you. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. I love it.” 

Carol moves you again, carrying you across the elevator with her fingers still inside of you and somehow - you’re not sure how - presses the button to make the elevator move. 

Your back ends up pressed against the elevator doors and you gasp when the cool steel presses against your ass.

“What if someone comes in?” You gasp out. 

Carol adds a third finger, enjoying the way you react to her stretching you out. 

You whimper, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

“Then you better cum fast, baby girl.” 

You nod. 

You can do that. 

You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning when Carol growls. 

Her teeth find home at your neck and she bites and sucks at what you have to offer her.

“Gonna mark you up,” she says, licking the large red mark she had just made. 

You grind against her hand.

Her fingers squelch inside of you. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”

“You, captain. I belong to you!” 

Her thumb rubs at your clit and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming out. 

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Oh god, yes, right there - please!”

You’re stuffed with Carol’s fingers, clenching around them as she moves and curls inside of your pussy. 

Lewd, wet noises fill the elevator. 

It should be embarrassing but it isn’t. 

Not when you’re feeling this good. 

“Mmm, close, so close.” 

It’s almost obscene how quickly they can make you cum. 

“I’m gonna c...!”

Your body tenses -

- and Carol abruptly removes her fingers from you, throwing your legs down as she goes. 

“What? What are you doing?” 

You hastily pull your pants back up, breathing heavily. 

“Brats don’t get to cum, silly girl.”

Your eyes all but bulge from your head. 

Sucking her fingers, she grabs onto you when the doors to the elevator open, stopping you from tumbling out. 

You don’t even notice, far too enraged by your denied orgasm. 

“What?! That’s not fair!”

“Shall we make it a week of edging then instead of just tonight, kitten? ‘Cos that wouldn’t be fair.” 

You hastily shake your head.

“I - let’s not be too hasty now.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Carol towers over you. “Now, fetch your pie and come along little kitten. You’ve got a long night ahead.”

- Wanda’s POV -

“I can’t believe you dropped your coke, Y/N.”

“I didn’t do it intentionally!” You’re all but pouting as you stomp into the elevator to the penthouse. “I was looking forward to drinking it too; stupid curb. I could have broken my neck.”

“Bit dramatic there, detka.” Wanda smiles, slurping her drink, just loud enjoy to make you glare.

She moves the reusable carrier bag to rest in the crook of her arm. “I’d have caught you.”

“You were doubled over laughing, Maximoff. When would you have caught me?” 

“After I finished laughing, duh.” Wanda hands you her drink. 

You accept it happily and inhale a large mouthful, momentarily struggling to swallow all the carbonated bubbles. 

“Also, Maximoff, huh? Channelling your inner Natasha and Carol there are you?” 

You shrug as you continue to drink her soda. 

“So what if I am?” 

You watch as Wanda commands the elevator to take you to their floor before coming to stand in your personal space.

She taps your nose.

“I prefer you calling me Wands.” She whispers, leaning down to take the straw into her mouth. “Or mommy. I know how much you enjoy calling me mommy.”

She says it with such nonchalance that it takes your brain a second to understand what she just said to you. 

“I don’t…you…” Your voice trails off and you suddenly find you can’t keep Wanda’s eye contact.

She giggles and your brain mercifully starts to work again. 

“I love how flustered that makes you, baby. You’re so cute.” 

“Oh whatever.” You scoff, shoving Wanda away with a smile. 

She lets out a giggle but doesn’t budge too far from you. 

“It’s so easy to do. Even when I’m not fully in dom mode, I can still make you blush. Talk about giving me an ego boost, sweetheart.”

“I can easily burst your bubble, Wands.” 

“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow. “Go on then. Burst my bubble. I dare you.”

“You dare me?”

“Mhmm. I’m waiting.” She checks her watch. “Although, if you make me wait any longer I might end up ageing a few years…”

“I -” You start but when Wanda’s lips suddenly find your neck, you falter. “That’s….that’s mean.”

“Use your words, baby.” She sucks on your skin. “Go on.”

“I…just…” You’re begging your brain to function. It becomes increasingly difficult, especially when Wanda drags her teeth over your collarbone. “Y-you…” 

“Yes, baby girl?” Wanda moves up to suck your earlobe into her mouth. “My not-at-all-flustered-baby-girl.” 

You shut your eyes and try your best to focus.

“I’m not - I’m…” You swallow thickly. “I’m not flustered. I don’t get easily flustered.” 

“Just admit defeat, baby.” She kisses along your jaw until settling on your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times. “My flustered girl, I love that I can do this to you.” 

“You do?” 

“Yes, detka.” Wanda mercifully pulls back slightly, giving you enough space to regain some control of your thoughts. “It’s so hot.” 

Your cheeks blush.

“Even if you do try to lie to me.” 

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh? Is that so?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Tell that to your crimson cheeks, baby girl.” She winks before stepping fully out of your personal space. “You cutie pie. Trying to lie to your mommy. You know I don’t like liars, sweetheart.” 

“What’re you gonna do about it, mommy?” 

She leans down and recaptures your lips with her own; holding the side of your face with her free hand in a gentle caress. 

It’s a tender moment. 

And you fall fully into it. 

“For that, I’m gonna play our new video game when you’re in school this week.” 

You pull away from her.

“You what?” 

“You heard me, baby.” 

You let out a whine, frowning. 

“But that’s not fair!” 

“It isn’t?” She asks, grinning, showing her pristine white teeth. “How so, baby?”

“B-because you’re gonna learn all the tricks and I’ll be at a disadvantage when we play!” 

“Aww,” Wanda mock pouts down at you. “Such a silly little thing. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”

“So…wait, you’re not gonna cheat?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I didn’t say that.” Wanda replies. “I’m gonna learn everything whilst you’re stuck in class. You’re not gonna be at a disadvantage, detka; you’re gonna be at a loss when we play.”

You gape up at her. 

“And then when you get home to me, I’ll make you a bet that I just know you won’t be able to refuse…”

“I’d be able to refuse it.” You mumble in a hushed tone.

“Shh baby, mommy’s speaking.” Wanda bumps her nose to yours. “When you lose my bet, your ass is gonna be mine.” 

“I - I won’t fall for your bet.” 

“You won’t?” Wanda asks. “My stubborn, proud, little girl, won’t accept a bet I lay out for her…won’t take the chance to try and prove me wrong?”

Oh you can feel the moment your eye starts to twitch.

“No…I won’t fall for it, Wanda.”  

Wanda smirks. 

“I think you already have, buttercup.”

The elevator dings, catching Wanda’s attention. 

“Come on, kitten. Mommy wants a cup of coffee.”

She turns and you find yourself staring at her ass. 

You glare at her. 

“You’re being such a brat.”

Those five words alone are going to get you into trouble.

But you don’t stop there. 

No. 

Of course you don’t. It’s you. 

The temptation to spank her overrules any logical thoughts you have and, without fully thinking the idea through, you smack Wanda’s ass. 

With a lot more power than you had anticipated. 

The older woman jerks, a surprised noise passing her lips. 

She turns to you slowly, both eyebrows raised in shock.

You stare at her. 

Just as shocked. 

“I - you…”

“Did you just spank my ass, little one?”

“No.”

“Again with the lies.” 

“I’m not -”

Her hand is in your hair so fast; palm scraping against your scalp before her fingers latch down, hard. 

You let out a tiny squeak as she holds you where she wants, eyes glaring down at your stunned face; your eyes lidded in pleasure. 

“Did you smack my ass, baby girl?” Wanda asks. 

You’re finding it really difficult to maintain eye contact with her. 

“So what if I did?” You ask, the adrenaline from Wanda pulling your hair fuelling your brat energy. 

“Oh, so that’s the mood you’re going with is it?” Wanda’s smile grows. “For a second I really thought you were gonna chicken out on me, sweetie.”

You avert your eyes from her gaze and Wanda quickly rectifies it; hand dropping from your hair to grip your chin. 

She lifts your face up, tilting her own head to the side when you try your best to keep from looking at her. 

“Aww, is the little baby too afraid to look me in the eyes now?” 

“No.”

“Then look at me.” Wanda orders simply. 

When you still refuse, she sighs. 

“Come now, baby girl; look at me or I’ll let Natasha and Carol deal with you.”

You tentatively peak up at her.  

Wanda’s grip on your chin tightens. 

“Ignore me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days; is that understood?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“Good girl.” Wanda kisses your nose. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds perfect.” 

Two minutes later and the two of you leave the elevator, hand in hand; softly discussing your upcoming game night plans, when you hear it.

Gentle moans coming from the front room.

While you pause mid step, Wanda continues on, dragging you with her without stopping to check if you’re okay. 

“Wanda!” You whisper, “I think they’re busy!”

“Who? Our girlfriends, you mean?” 

You’re blushing. 

“I know that.” You reply, gripping her hand as you climb the stairs. “But they’re having alone time.”

Wanda can’t help but grin. 

“You’re so fucking adorable, baby. Come on, it’s okay. They won’t mind. If anything, seeing us watch will spur them on…” 

What you’re met with, is Carol kneeling between Natasha’s bare legs as she laps away happily at her pussy.

Natasha, with her hair shoved messily on her head, has her eyes screwed shut. 

Her hips jerk and she gasps, then letting out a little sigh when Carol inserts two fingers into her. 

“There you go, my love.” Carol mutters, moving away to kiss Natasha’s inner thigh. 

“If you make me squirt on our couch, I won’t be impressed, Danvers.” 

“Challenge accepted, Romanoff.” 

Carol throws Natasha’s left leg over her shoulder and pulls her closer. 

Casting a devious wink up at the red head, Carol licks her lips and dives back in, feasting on the other woman like it was her last meal. 

You can only watch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes gaze over Carol’s toned arms pinning Natasha in place. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” Wanda asks, glancing at you. “See something you like?” 

“I’m just -” 

You’re too enamoured by Natasha and Carol to even notice Wanda moving around you; placing her things down before going to stand back at your side. 

She moves your hair from your neck and peppers kisses at the skin you offer to her, grasping your body to stop you from pulling away in surprise. 

“Hush now,” She whispers, earning fresh goosebumps to rise where her breath tickles you. “You wanna watch them with me, baby?”

You let out a breathless moan as Wanda licks up to your earlobe. 

She takes it between her teeth and nibbles.

“But…we…” 

“Use your big girl words.” 

You try to drag your eyes away but Wanda is one step ahead of you; she grabs a fist full of your hair again and keeps your head from moving.

“Watch, baby girl.” 

Wanda’s right arm moves slides around your stomach to dip between your waistband. 

“What do we have here?” She murmurs, dragging one slender finger over your clit. She moves lower, to the slight damp patch giving you away. “Did mommy do this? Or is it because you’re watching our captain eat daddy’s pussy?” 

You drag your eyes from Carol’s tongue, watching in a daze as it disappears inside of Natasha, to glance back at Wanda. 

She’s watching you both with a similar gaze; pupils blown wide with lust. 

When you look back to the pair on the sofa, you’re met with dazzling green eyes staring at you. 

“Looks like we’ve got some onlookers, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s breath hitches. 

When Carol turns to you and Wanda, her mouth shimmers. 

“Are you two gonna join us?” 

“I was thinking of something different.” Wanda replies, removing her hand from between your legs. 

You let out a whine, wincing when Wanda’s grip on your hair tightens. 

“Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt, brat.” She shoves you forward. 

“Oh? Has our baby girl been naughty?” Natasha asks, letting out a loud moan when Carol curls her fingers. 

“Our baby girl thought it was appropriate to slap my arse and call me a brat.” 

You snap your head to look at Wanda; eyes wide in shock.

“You said you wouldn’t tell!” 

Wanda shrugs. “I never said such a thing. But maybe now you’ll rethink your actions, detka.”

“Oh, she has been a bad girl.” Carol is grinning against Natasha’s folds.

“And I think I know the perfect punishment…” Wanda replies, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Kneel.” 

“No I don’t -” 

“I. Said. Kneel.” 

Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and she shoves you down to the floor. 

You end up on your knees with Wanda’s hands clamped on your shoulders, painfully close to Natasha and Carol.

“Now, be a good girl and stay put. Mommy needs to get something just for you.” 

You all but sigh in relief when Wanda removes her hands from you and she quickly leaves the room. 

You move on instinct, your knees already sore from the wooden floor. 

But Natasha, even with her eyes shut in pleasure, just knows you’re trying to move and she catches your arm in a vice grip.

“Mommy told you to stay, little one.”

Another harsh tug and you’re pulled forward, landing on your hands, nose bumping into Natasha’s raised leg. 

“I - um -” 

“Why don’t you watch daddy cum, baby girl?” Natasha gyrates her hips on Carol’s face. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” 

Natasha’s grip tightens on arm and you wince, automatically pulling away.

“Kiss me.”

You glance at Carol, who is leaning up from Natasha. She’s looking at you with wet lips; her fingers still working in and out of the red head.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Carol says, “kiss me. Come here.” 

You do as you’re told, leaning across to capture Carol’s lips with your own.

You immediately taste Natasha’s arousal. It attacks your senses. 

It coats your lips, fills your mouth and invades your nose. 

You quickly get lost in it, sucking on Carol’s tongue. 

The blonde pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. 

“Fuck.” You whimper.

“Now what’s this about you spanking mommy, hmm?” She asks, trailing her thumb across your lip. 

“I didn’t mean it, captain.” You give her your best doe eyed look, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure. 

It only earns a snicker. 

“Nice try, baby.”

And just like that, Carol shoves you away from her. 

With such force that you topple onto your ass. 

Just as Wanda re-enters the room holding a collar and a leash. 

Looming over you, Wanda motions you to sit by her feet. 

You do as you’re told, quickly; earning a soft “Good girl.” to be whispered in your ear. 

You’re far too infatuated with Wanda that you miss Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm rips through her. 

You want nothing more than to watch her fall apart, but the stern look that Wanda gives you is enough to keep you in place. 

“You want to be my good little pet?” she asks, locking the collar around your neck. She checks the tightness and then asks if it feels okay on you. 

You nod and Wanda connects the leash to the heart shaped part of the collar. 

“Then good little pets obey and listen to their owners, do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“I like where this is going.” Carol mutters to Natasha. 

“Come.” 

Crawling behind Wanda’s feet, and earning a few slaps on your ass from the other two women, she moves until she has you kneeling in front of the coffee table. 

You silently watch her as she ties the end of the leash to the table leg. 

“Good little pets also deserve to be punished for spanking their mommies, don’t they?” 

You pout and nod. 

“…yes mommy.” 

Wanda walks back to Natasha and Carol, kissing them both deeply before whispering something into their ears. 

Just quiet enough that you can’t fully make out what she’s saying. 

You’re interested. 

Curious as to what is being said. 

“My devious, devious little switchy.” Natasha grins, pulling Wanda in for another kiss. 

“Maybe this will teach our little brat to think before she acts.” Carol says, glancing at you. 

“Tell her, moya lyubov’.” Natasha tells Wanda. “ So the poor girl doesn’t get into more trouble.” 

“You’re to sit there baby, as Natasha and Carol fuck me. You’re not allowed to be involved. No touching. No whining. No moving. Do I make myself clear?” 

Your face falls. 

Your good girl act crumbles.

The brat inside of you rises up, screaming like a banshee. 

How could they do this to you? Over something so small?! 

Your eye twitches and you open your mouth to fight back. 

“Behave, kitten.” Natasha orders. “Or should I take matters into my own hands and make use of our new paddle?” 

The words die on your tongue. 

Your inner brat dropping to hide once more. 

And now you know exactly why Wanda placed you directly in front of them. 

You’re in the front row seat of torture. 

“That’s what I thought. Dumb baby.” 

“I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear, Y/N?” 

“Yes!” 

A single eyebrow raise.

“Yes, you make yourself clear, mommy.” 

“Such a good little pet.” 

Wanda’s top gets torn off first by Carol, quickly followed by her leggings. 

“You’re gonna make the cutest sounds for us, bunny.” Natasha says, nipping at Wanda’s neck. “All for us.” 

“Yes, daddy.” Wanda replies, letting out a shuddering breath when teeth scrape her collarbone. 

You lick your dry lips, hands curling into fists on your lap.

This is so unfair, so unfair! 

You shuffle forward, yearning to get nearer; eyes watching the two women as they begin to devour Wanda. 

Jealousy pangs through you. 

You swallow what moisture you have in your mouth and try to move forward again. 

Only, this time, the leash prevents you from moving.

It strains, keeping you in your place. 

The collar presses into your neck but you don’t stop. 

You continue to lean forward, determined to be part of the fun happening in front of you.

The table drags loudly against the floor and you instantly freeze, eyes going wide.

Three pairs of eyes turn to look at you. 

“She’s really being determined to be a fucking brat today, isn’t she?” Carol says. “I say we add to her punishment. See if she finally listens then.”

You cower back as Carol approaches, Wanda’s long sleeved shirt in her hands.

Behind her, Natasha pins Wanda down on the sofa and kisses her deeply.

“Now, now,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Less of that. You’re safe, remember. Check in with me.”

“Green…a little yellow, but it’s because I’m nervous.”

Carol smiles, leaning down to kiss you. 

“I’m only going to blindfold you, my love. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay.” You pout up at her, “just please let me touch you. Please.”

“Poor thing,” Carol quickly kisses you again. “But it’s not me you should have begged to.” 

“Wait -” 

But Carol doesn’t let you finish your sentence; doesn’t let you finish your plea for pleasure. 

She wraps Wanda’s sleeves around your face, tying them behind your head, cutting off your vision of Natasha kissing down Wanda’s stomach. 

“No…” 

You know you look ridiculous but it’s the least of your worries.

Instinct takes over and you go to grab at the offending material over your eyes but Carol’s catches your wrists before you can. 

“Keep them on your thighs and do not move them. There. Some more rules for that pretty head to follow.” Carol says. “Think you can do that?” 

“Um, I think so.”

“I want you to tell me what you’re not allowed to do. Now. Just so I know we’re on the same page, kitten.” 

You open your mouth and Carol leans down to attack your neck. 

You’re not expecting it, caught fully unaware and you let out a startled scream, body jerking back so suddenly that you tumble off your knees and onto your ass.

Again. 

Carol lets you fall and you just know she’s smiling. 

“Mean.”

“Mean?” Carol asks. “No, my sweet, sweet girl; this is mean.”

You’re stripped down to your underwear in record speed, despite how much of a fuss you put up. 

“On your knees.” 

Wanda is whimpering. 

You want nothing more to see what Natasha is doing to her. 

“How? I can’t see.” 

Carol chuckles as Wanda lets out a soft, “Fuck.”

“Ever the fucking brat.” 

One spanked - and slightly redder - ass cheek later, you’re back in your original position with your hands clenched into fists on top of your thighs. 

“Now, what is it you’re not allowed to do, kitten?” she asks. 

“Well I’m not allowed to see for one thing…” 

A hand slithers around your throat and gives you a warning squeeze. 

“With less attitude, darling girl.” 

Hearing Natasha’s voice so close causes you to gasp. 

When did they switch?!

“I’m…not allowed to touch myself…to whine or to move…”

“Annnnd…” Natasha encourages, finger circling your nipple into a hardened point. 

“Please, Captain, please!” Wanda groans from the sofa. 

You shuffle uncomfortably on the floor. 

“I’m not allowed to watch.” You say. “Or move my hands.” 

“Good girl, following my orders so well.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Stay put now, yes? Daddy and Captain want to enjoy their bunny without the disruptions.” 

Without waiting for a reply, Natasha leaves you. 

It doesn’t take long for Wanda to become more vocal. 

Every whimper, every moan is heightened and your body reacts when you hear them.

“Bend your legs for me, bunny.” Carol says as you let out a shaky breath. “Let captain see that gorgeous pussy of yours.” 

God, you’re going to ruin your knickers. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet. It’s dribbling down her thighs.” Carol continues. “Can captain eat your cunt? Make you feel good until you’re cumming on my tongue?” 

Your nails are digging into your palms.

Wanda lets out a loud moan and you almost do too.

“Yes, captain, please!” 

“I just wanna see, please, let me watch.” You beg. 

It goes ignored.

You’re so jealous. 

Natasha and Carol continue their feast.

Blissfully. 

They don’t stop until Wanda is a sobbing mess. 

Until she’s moaning and writhing just for them.

It should be for you. 

You should be making her feel this good.

While Natasha and Carol watch.

It’s not fair. 

By Wanda’s first orgasm, you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on your knees.

When Wanda cums again, the pins and needles in your legs have set in. 

After her third orgasm, you’re a panting mess; and this is when you’re finally given reprieve. 

The makeshift blindfold is carefully removed from you and it takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the lights in the room.

It’s Wanda who crouches in front of you, helping you switch positions so your legs can stretch. 

She smiles lovingly at you, sweat glistening on her forehead.

The smell of sex fills your nose. 

Your mouth waters.

“Have you learnt your lesson, love?” she asks and you all but jump to reply.

“Yes! Yes, mommy I have! I’m so sorry for calling you a brat and spanking your ass!”

Carol and Natasha appear at your sides.

They’re in varied stages of undress: Wanda completely bare, Natasha has nothing but her bra on while Carol has the pair of boxers she wears when wearing your current favourite strap. 

“Will you do it again?” 

Maybe.

“No. I won’t.” 

Wanda cups your face with her hands and kisses you. 

She pulls back and your lips are left still puckered. 

“I know you’re fibbing but I’ll let it slide.” Wanda says. “Staying knelt like that. Are you all needy, baby? Is your pussy soaking wet for us?”

“Mhmm, it is mommy.” You’re pouting again. 

“You look good enough to eat, detka.” 

“Then eat me…”

The three women laugh and it makes you smile. 

“I’m not sure…should we drag your punishment out, baby girl?” Wanda asks. “Make sure you really learnt your lesson?” 

“No!” You look at each one of them frantically. “Please, don’t!”

“Then get your cute ass up those stairs, sweetheart.” Natasha orders. 

“Race you.” Wanda winks. 

The woman jumps to her feet and lets out a startled gasp when Carol drags her back to the floor. 

“Go, baby, go!” The blonde shouts, wrestling to keep Wanda down. 

Natasha helps you up and gives you a shove.

“Go on! Carol won’t be able to hold her forever!”

Grinning, you dart past the two forms wriggling on the floor and charge up the stairs, letting out a frantic laugh when you hear footsteps start to follow you. 

You’re the first to the bedroom and when Carol finally makes it there too, four bodies collide and fall onto the bed in a heap. 

You don’t resurface until the following day.

Your new game, for now, is completely forgotten.

Hope you enjoyed!! Go and take a cold shower, that’s an order😏

Also thank you to Maxy for helping with the gifs! *mwah*

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Sleepless Nights

Milf!WandaXReader

Summary: Just a short quickly written fic about Milf Wanda🤤

Warnings: Lactation Kink, breastfeeding, fingering (giving/receiving) language

Word Count: 2,334

*I had a fanfic idea a couple of days ago and have been working on this all week, so now I'm finally going to bed! :') I'm still working on part 3 to If I Can't Have You No One Can, though! I have to make an abbreviation for that title lol*

“Oh please! Please, please, please! Billy! Go back to sleep!” Wanda held one of her sons in her arms, cradling him back and forth in a circular motion.

“Honey if you keep rocking him like that, your gonna make both of us sick.” You sat on the couch, surfing through different channels looking for something to entertain the both of you on these late nights with the boys.

“Y/n. Billy just won’t stay asleep, I don’t know what has gotten into him today. Tommy is sleeping like a fucking rock!” Wanda huffed, blowing a strand of her curly red hair out of her face.

“Maybe it’s because you keep picking up your favourite child for a feeding and you wake him up.” You arose for the divot you created in the cushion swiping the baby from Wanda’s arms.

“Billy is not my favourite child Y/n! I have no favourites! What are you doing? Give him back! He hasn’t eaten all day!” Wanda reached over to whisk Billy from your arms but was halted by your elbow pushing her away from the crib.

“No, you already pumped this morning. I fed him when you were in the shower and when you had your little convo with Agnes after supper. He’s fine.” You whipped yourself around facing Wanda head-on. She was tired. Her eyes were heavy, her floral vest was covered in dried on baby food and the white turtle neck was soaked in something wet you couldn’t quite make out.

“B-b-but he ate twice today! That’s not like him! He eats at least three or four times!” You forced her to sit down beside you, working out the tension in her shoulders near her neck.

“Honey, he ate twice with me and twice with you. I think the little bugger is full.” You chuckled to yourself still working on the kinks near her neck.

“Full! He’s full?!? I’m fucking full Y/n!” She broke your hands away from her; unbuttoning her denim floral vest throwing it on the floor beside the couch. Her boobs looked especially big today, even in a white turtle neck which you always enjoyed seeing her in, today was different, however. You’ve seen Wanda naked countless times but that was before she had the twins. After the twins, you were lucky to even trace your fingers along with her panties.

She wasn’t done. Wanda pulled her turtle neck over her messy hair almost taking out her pink scrunchy. Her shirt was fairly thick so she got away with wearing a black lacey bra that held up a set of new globes bouncing all over the place.

“Look detka, I’ve swelled up so badly that even air touching my nipples is making me leak out.” Wanda clenched her biceps forward bringing her full breasts to the forefront. She was right too. Her lace on the bra started to glisten as a tiny bit of milk ran down to her belly button.

“Woah, that is a little bit of a problem now isn’t it.” You couldn’t help but drool over this moment. You haven’t seen your girlfriend nude since the boys were born. It has been weeks but to you, it felt like years.

“No shit Sherlock! Grab the pump! We can pump some of this out before they wake up.” Wanda motioned you to go to the kitchen.

You shot up sprinting to the kitchen when before you opened the door, you could hear the dishwasher going.

“Shit!” You muttered under your breath hiding your forehead against your arm.

“What’s wrong Y/n?” Wanda stood up placing her hands on her hips. You peered over at her seeing her infamous head tilt when she was mad. You knew fucked up, but who can resist Wanda glaring at you without a top on.

“I put the pump in the washer machine..sorry honey..” You tried to brush it off cool and casually until you saw your girlfriend's hormonal stress crash over her, Wanda’s tears crashed down harder than she did plobbing herself back to the couch.

“I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm 200 pounds. I can't sleep! My tits ruin every outfit! And we haven't fucked in weeks! You probably can't stand to look at me anymore! No one wants a mom body..” Wanda was stressed by the way she kept fluffing her hair with her fingertips. She sat back down on the couch, hunching her back forward, resting her elbows on her thighs.

"Where in the fuck did you get a crazy idea like that huh? I love you, I love our boys. That your beautiful body beared. You are still beautiful Wanda. No matter what happens to you." You stood in front of Wanda; reaching down to raise her chin. Her head lifted. Her tears were finally appearing in the ducts of her eyes.

"You think that baby? You don't think I'm...you know..broken? Or used?" The tears trapped in her eyes created little beads rolling down her cheeks.

"Yes Wands, I truly think that. I love you, I love every being of you. You're not damaged goods sweetheart. Your the boy's strong mother, you're an Avenger." You let go of her chin trailing your finger down her neck to her shoulder, your finger intertwined with the thin black strap of her bra. Lifting the strap off her shoulder. "And...you are my sexy girlfriend. Always and forever." You knelt onto your knees, your head being the same height as her shoulder. Wanda sniffled, wiping her eyes clean of the tears.

"Well, thank you for making me feel better emotionally, but how in the hell are we going to fix this little issue." Wanda pointed down at her breasts almost busting out of her bra. Thousands of ideas ran through your mind while you were staring down at Wanda's chest. Your brain went numb when you noticed Wanda unclasping the back. Her hand flicked it over her shoulder letting it fall behind the couch. You have to help her any way you can right? You kept thinking, but the only idea that came to mind was a pretty big ask.

"I have one idea, but you might not like it beaut." You moved back onto the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. "Anything will work. I'm so sore, I feel like I'm going to burst!" Her hands grasped underneath her expanded breasts. Her fingers clenched softly her skin. Her glowing skin was absolutely perfect. Her skin sparkled, it looked soft to the touch. More than usual.

"Well, you know how the boys won't eat?" Your palms were sweaty, you had no idea why this was so hard for you to say out loud. It sounded a lot confident in your head.

"Yeah, they won't even latch on. Why?" Wanda kept looking down at her chest with a spout drawn on her lips. Her eyes locked with yours as she caught on. "Oh...I think I know what you're saying now.."

You were caught on by surprise. Your expression told on you too, but maybe it wasn't on surprise. "You didn't read my mind. Right, Wanda?"

"Maybe...I could tell you were nervous..so that's why I had to unlock a little door." Wanda stood in front of yourself connecting both of your kneecaps together.

"Well, tell me exactly what I was thinking than smarty-pants." You slumped on the couch sinking deep into the caves of the couch.

"You want to suck my tits, right?" Wanda was too energetic for that sort of response. Almost like she was waiting for you to ask, giving you the right to come out and say it. Even if it wasn't said aloud.

"That was very enthusiastic." You were stunned watching the redhead smile ear to ear. She jumped for joy on the carpet in front of you.

"Of course! I'm in so much pain these couple of days, I have been waiting very patiently for your nervous ass to ask me. And now! Let's do this!" With no hesitation, she straddled your knees making her chest be eye-level with you.

"We better get it done fast before the boys become fussy." Wanda's eyes looked behind the stairs whipping her hair behind her shoulders.

You didn't have to say another word. Your lips pinned onto Wanda's blush-coloured nipple. You were right, it was soft. Her bud harden as your lips pursed not feeling soft anymore. Your brain had no control over your mouth any longer. Your cheeks squeezed together allowing her milk to enter your mouth. The taste was blissfully sweet. The spark of your senses was awakened once you allowed yourself to swallow the milk that filled your mouth. Wanda's breath cooed relaxing her shoulders. Her hands rose finger-combing through your hair up to your scalp.

"Oh god, I feel so much better already." Her whisper was faint.

Your hands had to go somewhere, your arms were becoming sore being placed stiffly on either side of your body. You let go of your stance guiding your tiny hands onto Wanda's pink pants. Your hands lead up to her thighs, using your thumbs to caress little circles in the inseam. Her legs clenched on yours. Wanda smiled whole-heartedly showing all of her pearl white teeth.

"Man, I haven't got a jolt like that since we first met Y/n. I thought you said you were only helping me?" You both knew you guys haven't had sex in 10 months. You tried to while Wanda was pregnant but with her hormones out of whack and her constant need to nest. It became hard to do anything.

You loosened your lips around her tightened wet bud, cumulating a mixture of your saliva and her sweet milk dripping down your chin. "I'd love to help you in others ways too Wanda baby." Your eyes met with hers noticing her lip curled up on one side. Her grin was sensual as if she knew all along with your intentions.

"One task at a time detka." Her grip on your scalp grew stronger pulling you back to her chest.

The endless stream of milk from Wanda's nipple began to dry up tasting nothing but your mouth. Without any thought, you unconsciously moved to her other nipple giving more of a gentle tug. You sensed Wanda's goosebumps across her body, fastening her grip on your scalp. A tiny gasp escaped her lips trying so hard to hold in a moan.

"Oh honey please, no teeth. I'm so sensitive." Her hands clasped prying your jaw down. Your hands had other plans venturing up her thighs to the buttons in the middle of her pants. Your tiny fingers threaded through one button unhooking the fabric from its home. Your hand pushed through her pants arriving at her panties. Your fingers traced the soft cotton. Your nail hooked onto the hem, letting your index and ring finger go into her. Her quiet sounds became a full moan. Your eyes peered up meeting Wanda's gaze. Her mouth lifted onto one side into a sharp grin.

"Go ahead Y/n. Touch me." Her hands released from your head, pushing down onto your shoulders creating a high amount of pressure.

Your hand just did that. Your wrist went numb dropping your hand further down. Her warmth illuminated without even touching her yet. You dipped your fingers through her folds knowing this kind gesture of yours was making Wanda extremely horny. Your middle finger sank into her center with ease. Wanda could not contain what came out of her mouth as you were still attached to her nipple.

You briefly unhooked your lips from her bud, brushing your face between her chest only leaving the feeling of your hot breath. She was sweaty, her boobs were still uneven. Wanda's whole body was reacting to your finger inside her. You turned your palm in a different direction letting your thumb to bend down circling her erected clit.

"Oh! Y/n! Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Wanda grabbed your elbow clenching her nails deeply into your skin leaving red.

"Fuck...you better be." Your hand moved again, thrusting your finger at a rapid speed. Wanda's nose crinkled letting her head fall back. Her walls tightened around your finger rocking her hips all over the place.

Her body took a sigh calming from the high. Your finger unslipped out of Wanda's pussy escaping her pink pants leaving a tiny wet spot at her crotch.

"Fuck...Y/n. We haven't done that in forever." Wanda slumped back on the couch wiping sweat of her brow.

"Too long Wands. Way too long." You prompted yourself against the living room coffee table sitting on your knees.

"I know Hunny-bunny. It's just been so hard with the boys. We've both have been so exhausted and worn down. You've been so patient too. I love you." She sighed giving you a playful smile. "Now. Are you going to finish this problem or will I just have one lop-sided tit?" Her chest was still exposed showing her right boob larger than the other. You jolted onto your feet ready to start all over again until the cries on the baby monitor blared beside the couch.

You two both laughed seeing the time on the clock.

"I think Billy's finally hungry." Wanda matched your height standing up from her seat.

"Well damn." You grinned being a little bit disappointed you couldn't finish her off. Wanda whisked over around the couch making her way to the staircase. "Oh and by the way Wanda.." She turned staring at you intently. "Yes, hun?"

"I love you too." You got too nervous blushing like you were a school girl. She giggled, making it up the landing.

"Good. Now go take out the trash." You hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave. Especially when she was running up the stairs topless.

"Yes ma'am!"

[crystalxwitch]

Spin the bottle - W. Maximoff

Summary: A game turns into something more. You need to spent one hour in the cabin with the most popular girl on campus.. following certain rules.

Pairing: Wandaxreader

Word count: 3.2k

Tags: This is a 18+ story, minor DNI / smut, fingering (r receiving), top!Wanda, choking, short knife play

You didn't remember how you got here. You didn't even know why you even participated in this game. Somehow you ended up on the floor, sitting in a circle with a group of college students around an empty vodka bottle. As the night grew darker, so did the kind of pastime. A bowl of snippets with all the remaining dares was placed in the middle of the circle. Every participant needed to throw in two dares before being allowed to play.

The game truth or dare was quickly changed to dare.

"Next in line, we have our queen - our pirate queen! This round we have: Enter the barn at the edge of the forest for one hour. Whatever is happening during that hour needs to be visibly proven." Louis loudly announced, grinning from ear to ear as he threw a smug look in the round. "If that doesn't sound like a good time."

You played with the rings on your fingers, keeping your eyes to the ground. One hour with her? For anyone else, it would be heaven on earth. For you, it would be your living nightmare.

"Let's see who our lucky winner is!"

Everyone stared spellbound on the spinning object. It felt like an eternity. You couldn't even pull your eyes away for one second. Seconds ticked by. The bottle slowed down, the excitement around the group rising. Your heartbeat pounded in your throat. The spinning stopped and the bottle landed on no other than you.

Quiet muttering is heard around the room, amused and jealous eyes staring at you. This couldn't be happening. You swallowed hard, your eyes flickering to the redhead sitting opposite you. Green eyes are already hanging on you, a small smirk playing around her red painted lips.

Wanda Maximoff. If there was one cliché that is true it is her. The moment she stepped into the hallways of the university, the redhead captivated everyone. Including you. The only difference being that you hid from her instead of swarming around her like all the others. In the span of the last two years, Wanda easily became the most popular girl on campus.

Everyone knew her. Everyone loved her. Everyone wanted to be with her.

She was a mystery to you. Why would the person who had everything, could have anyone, remain single? Why did she choose to remain untouchable? Was it pride? Questions upon questions. Of course, you heard of the flings she had with other guys at frat parties. Once you even heard a rumour going around that she was seen inside an empty classroom leaning against the desk with a brunette between her legs. That let your ears prick up.

But you quickly brushed it aside as the rumour was followed by another one. The redhead was seen in the locker room of the football team with no other than Bryan Grey. Maybe it was truly just a rumour.

The sound of whistles pulled you out of the trance. Your throat tightened as your mind slowly caught on to the situation. The bottle landed on you. That meant.. It means that you were going inside the wooden barn with her. For one hour. To make it even worse, the people wanted to see evidence. Evidence that could be any kind of proof for the events happening inside that forsaken barn.

"The pirate queen and the kitten." A guy opposite you chuckled, raising a brow as his eyes bounced between you and the redhead. "Oh, what sweet irony."

Wanda clicked her tongue, silencing the chattering around her in one second. The simple power she held over the group frightened you. She stood up, tugging at her dress and moving her attention back to you. A shiver ran down your spine. Wanda Strode into your direction with her head held high, halting right in front of your sitting form.

She tipped her hat, offering you a hand. You nervously nibbled on your lower lip, eying her elegant hand reaching out for you. Silver rings adorned her long fingers. With a shaky exhalation, you grabbed her hand and she pulled you up on your feet. You didn't expect the kind of strength in her arms, nearly falling over your own feet. With a small gasp, you held on to her shoulder. Her skin burned under your touch.

"S-Sorry." You quickly mumbled, placing your hand back to your side.

Wanda smiled. "No problem."

You stole a peek out of the corner of your eye, staring at her as she turned around. Wanda was taller than you by a few inches. Even her presence made you feel small. She radiated an energy that you couldn't form into words.

"Go easy on her, Wanda." Some guy called out, laughing as you followed her outside like an obedient little puppy - or more like a kitten.

She led you to the back of the garden, following the faint lights down the path towards the small cabin. The trees were barely visible in the dark, painted black. At the far back of the garden the moonlight was the only source of light. The door screeched as she pushed it open, stepping inside. You followed her with tingling fingers, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

The distant sounds of crickets filled the quietness. You remained standing in front of the closed door, watching Wanda lit up a few used candles around the room. Black shadows danced over the walls, bathing the atmosphere in a mystery glow.

"Are you scared?"

"Of you?" You blurred out without properly thinking about it.

"No. No, I mean being here?" Wanda chuckled dryly, waving a slender hand around the air. "The barn isn't exactly what one calls comfort."

You shrugged your shoulders. "I guess it's okay."

She hummed, not responding for a while. The air cracked with electricity. You awkwardly shifted your weight from one side to the other. The object of everyone's desire stood right in front of you and you didn't know what to do. You didn't deserve to be here with her. It really was a sweet irony.

"And what about me?"

You stared at her with raised eyebrows. What did she mean? The redhead tilted her head to the side, biting down on her bottom lip. A weird sensation settled in your stomach.

"Are you frightened by my presence?" She cleared up.

"I- I don't know. Should I be scared of you?" You asked instead, watching the edges of her mouth twitch upright.

"Maybe."

Oh.

You didn't know how to respond to that. The walls of the room seemed to grow closer. Breathing became hard as Wanda mustered you with dark eyes. With you being the only one inside the barn, you couldn't hide behind others like you always did. There was nowhere to hide.

"You remember what the rules are?" She took off the black hat, placing it on the table beside her.

You slowly nodded. She ran a hand through her red locks and you mustered her with unsure eyes. Where did you even begin in a situation like this? You took the chance to trail your eyes over her outfit. Wrong idea. Your throat ran dry. You were going to die, you were sure of it. How could you survive this? Only staring at her from afar was already too much for your poor heart to handle.

She looked ethereal. The skimpy dress only reached her mid-thigh, exposing her long legs to the cool air. An all-too-real looking knife was strapped around her waist, shimmering in the candlelight. The red lace at the front of her chest was tightly secured, pushing her boobs together and tempting you with unwanted desire. Her heavy boots moved over the floor, slowly nearing herself to your frozen body. Each step mirrored the loud thumping in your head. The light of the candles illuminated her face in an orange glow. A predatory grin spread over her red lips as you took a step back.

Sooner or later, your back collided with the wall. Nowhere to go, you watched with wide eyes as Wanda trapped you against the wall with her hands on either side of your head. Her face was so close. You could even see the blue freckles in her green eyes, mustering them with an intensity you never thought of being real.

She found you cute, adorable even - but most of all she thought you were tempting. Tempting to ruin. You never noticed it, but the redhead saw the way your eyes sometimes lingered a bit too long on her in the hallway, admiring her from afar. One would think that she thrived on the attention, the undeniable love she received from her subjects. But it suffocated her. Therefore, her attention was drawn to the one girl avoiding her at all cost.

You.

"Close your eyes." Wanda commanded with a quiet voice.

You gladly followed her command without any protests. Not looking at her is better than staring into her sinful eyes. False. The moment you felt her breath skim over your neck, you wanted to flee.

"Shh, relax." Wanda shushed as she noticed your tense shoulders. "I won't hurt you. Unless you are into that kind of thing, of course. Something makes me think you would actually like that."

You wanted to respond to her. You wanted to decline her accusation. But the feeling of her lips sucking on your skin made your head spin. Inhaling sharply, you caught a whiff of her masculine perfume. The shot of desire that shot through you was not human. Keeping up with the rule to give as much proof as possible, Wanda made sure to leave hundreds of marks behind on your exposed skin. Thankful for the wall behind you, you leaned your head against it. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you clenched them into tight fists.

Wanda moved her attention a millimetre downwards and continued her relentless goal on your neck. This time she sucked harder on your pulse point and smiled as she felt it jump wildly beneath her lips. The pleasure danced on the rim of being painful, your teeth clenching together as you held yourself back from crying out. Unwontedly a rush of wetness travelled down your body.

"Wan-" You gasped out loud, the sound escaping your mouth before you could bury it deep within you.

A small hum from her sent vibrations down your spine. Not receiving an answer, the redhead leaned back but only so far that your noses brushed together.

"Yeah?" She lazily grinned down on you, innocently mustering your face. "Is something wrong?"

Warmth spread over your face. You shook your head, a longing spreading over your body and settling between your thighs. Pathetic. You didn't want to fall under her spell like everyone else. But the redhead bewitched you in a matter of minutes. Wanda cupped your face between her palms and ran her thumb over your cheeks. It would be a lie if you didn't affect her just as much. This was going to be fun.

"Show me where you want me."

You closed your eyes for a second. The roughness of her voice made your brain short circuit. Summoning all your courage, you grabbed her hand and placed it on the inside of your thigh. Tingles shoot straight up to your core.

"No." She pulled her hand away from your exposed thigh. "Use your pretty words. I want to hear you say it."

You nearly whined as your cheeks turned from pink to scarlet. Being put on the spot like that didn't sit right with you, never experiencing the overwhelming need for someone like this before. You didn't simply want her. You needed her like air to breathe. Deep down you knew that avoiding her those last months only meant to keep yourself away from being hurt by her. No one should have this power over you. But in the end you gave in, breaking your own promise.

Your lips trembled. "Please, I need you."

"And?"

"I want you to fuck me with your fingers." You nearly stumbled over the words, wanting to release the words as quickly as humanly possible.

Exhaling heavily, you couldn't bring yourself to stare into her eyes. You weren't ready to face the truth that must have caused the victory grin on her lips. Your eyes fluttered close.

"Good girl." A tight grab around your chin tilted your head up again. "I've even got a treat for you."

Opening your eyes, you caught a glimpse of her hand reaching out for her knife. Wanda released the belt around her dress, letting it drop to the floor. You held back a little whimper as she played with the knife between her fingers. But a strangled sound escaped your mouth. Her shark eyes snapped up your face, a devilish glint in them.

"Don't hold back those sinful sounds, darling. No one is going to hear you. I bet I can even make you scream tonight." Wanda teased, her knife coming dangerously close to your chest. "Would you like that to happen?"

You weren't afraid. It was difficult to breathe in your tight dress as your chest heaved with heavy pants. She noticed of course, mustering you with careful eyes. Goosebumps appeared over your arms as the sound of clothes tearing apart reached your ears before your eyes could follow her movements. The knife cut open the front of your black dress, the cut ending in the middle of the dress. Your mind didn't catch on to it, everything happening too fast as her lips closed around your exposed nipple.

The cold air skimmed over your breasts. Wanda let the knife fall to the ground, using her free hand to grab you around the waist. You moaned, arching your back as her teeth grazed over the spot. Your mind was blank. The heavenly touch of her mouth alternating between sucking and licking over your nipple nearly drove you insane.

"Oh, fuck." You whimpered, desperately holding on to her shoulders.

Suddenly, she picked you up and carried you to the nearby table. Wanda - not so gently - threw you on top of it and pounced back on you. The breath was knocked out of your lungs. Her mouth swallowed any sounds escaping your throat, crashing her lips on top of yours. You buried your hand into her hair, pushing her closer as her tongue ran over your lower lip. Parting your lips, she immediately pushed her tongue inside the depths of your mouth. She groaned, tasting you as her hands ran down your front and toyed with your breasts.

Her fingertips traced over your underwear, feeling the wetness leak through the fabric. "You're so wet already.. all this for me? How adorable."

You shook your head, her words inflaming shame deep inside your stomach. "Don't say that."

"Why? It's the truth." Wanda said, pushing the fabric to the side and trailing her fingers through the length of your pussy. "You're literally dripping down my hand, y/n. Such a desperate mess."

As if proving her words, another rush of wetness welcomed her touch. Instead of talking back again, you pressed your lips shut. Wanda thrived on your cheeks turning bright pink with humiliation. The quiet girl didn't like to be called out. It wasn't enough. She wanted to toy with you a bit longer, enjoying your reactions all too much. Hovering above you, she leaned forward until her mouth brushed over your ear.

"What's the matter, darling?" She breathed hotly against your ear, her lips touching your skin. "Do I make you nervous when I talk to you like that?"

It felt like your entire body pulsated at her words. "Wanda, please. I can't h-"

Two fingers pushing inside your velvet walls cut off your rambling as you choked on a moan. Your mouth hung open, the sensations overwhelming you. Wanda bit down on her tongue, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. Your hips raised off the table, trying to find more friction but she pushed you hard against the surface.

"Faster." You moan, craving your release more than your self-respect. "Please, fuck me like you mean it."

You heard a breathless chuckle in response but you didn't care. Wanda obeyed your wish, picking up her pace. Her fingers reached places, you never seemed to find for yourself, quickly pushing you closer. The table rocked beneath you, pushing against the wall with even movement.

"So pretty." She whispered to herself, her eyes glued to your face to catch every little shift in your facial expressions. "Such a pretty little slut."

The name made you clench tightly around her fingers. A moan ripped itself out of your chest, throwing your head back against the desk. Her fingers pushed in and out at a relentless pace, pumping in harsher than before.

"Oh, please." Your legs trembled, her fingers reaching a particular spot. "Do that again, right there."

She curled her fingertips just right, brushing over your g-spot with every thrust. Your blood pulsated through your veins. The coil in your stomach tightened.

"You like that?" Her thumb circled over your clit, making you see stars before your eyelids.

A shudder travelled through you as she pushed you further and further. She teased you mercilessly, her eyes glowing black with desire. Her pupils were blown wide, the green of her irises disappearing.

"Yeah?" She asked again, knowing the answer but loving the twitches of your body in response. "I always thought that you didn't like me but it turns out that you only wanted me to fuck you. You wanted my attention, didn't you, sweet girl?"

"Yes." Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes. "I- I'm close."

Your words spurred her on, wanting to watch you fall apart beneath her. Her hand reached up, grabbing your throat and squeezing. Your eyes snapped open, a limp hand encircling her wrist. But you didn't push her away. You tried your best to hold eye contact, suppressing the urge to close your eyes again. Her fingers pressed down on the sides of your neck, not cutting off your airway but heightening your arousal.

"Come for me, y/n."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, pleasure clouding your mind. Her name fell like a prayer from your lips. Wanda groaned, feeling your walls tighten around her fingers. Your body froze for a moment, the coil in your stomach snapping. In the next moment, your legs shook, trembling as you fell over the edge.

She proudly admired her work. The dress of yours is ruined, the front ripped open and letting your breasts spill out of the tight garments. Purple bruises covered the right side of your neck, following a line down to your breasts. One particular spot was a dark green-purple bruise where she sucked particularly hard on it. But the sight she liked the most were the black mascara stains on your cheeks.

Wanda grinned to herself, mustering your exhausted body with hungry eyes. Your hazy eyes looked up at her. Your heart continued to race in your chest, needing time to come down from your high.

She tilted her head, watching you catch your breath. "I should've ruined you sooner."

[justanotherantihero-x]

*NATASHA/FEM-READER/GN-READER IDEA*

Nat×reader / wandaxreader

Nat Endgame 100%

Based on "perfume" by Britney Spears

Angst and fluff (smut as well if you feel comfortable) but 1000000% Nat endgame.

Not wandanat. Just Nat Endgame

Just throwing it out there for any writers who are stuck or just interested in this idea.

Not my gif btw.

[kamilllaaaaa]

googly eyes.

summary:wanda is jealous during movie night

word count: like 200 or 300

Your head rested on peters shoulder while you watched the movie playing on the tv screen infront of you.It was movie night and all the avengers were gathered in the movie room to watch a movie.

Tonight, you sat next to peter. He’s your bestfriend and you both really didn’t think anything of it before sitting next to eachother. plus you’re both movie fanatics.

P: “you awake?”

“yes dummy” you responded

P: “good it’s the best part”

you sat up to focus on the movie since it was obviously on the best part when you felt a penetrating stare.

you looked over to see Wanda, glaring at you and peter with a menacing look.she’d been holding the same piece of popcorn for 5 minutes now.she was upset, you thought.

“brb” you whispered to peter

P: “where are you going your gonna miss this part”

“bathroom. i’ll be quick”

you got up made your way to the bathroom and wanda followed immediately after.

“what are you doing??” you asked wanda.

W: “trying to enjoy movie night, you?”

“wow same! except i can’t do that when your looking at me with a supervillain stare”

W: “you know peter likes you right?” she said abruptly

“yeah i like him too. he’s my bestfriend”

W: “ he has a crush on you y/n.”

“what” you’re willing to admit you’re mostly oblivious when it comes to these kinds of things.Even before wanda told you she liked you, you would’ve never put 2 and 2 together.But peter?

W: “he makes googly eyes at you all day long”

“look wanda, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I didn’t know. he’s just my friend, that’s all i see him as.”

she looked at you with a conforming expression, biting the inside of her lip.

“let’s get back to the movie” you said

you made your way out of the bathroom and as you neared the couch you felt wandas hand catch your wrist.You looked at her as she sat down, pulling you down with her.

“if you wanted to sit together you could’ve just told me” you whispered to her.

wanda turned and smiled at you, admiring your face.

she got as close as she could to you and rested her head on your shoulder.she was so close you could feel her gentle breaths on your neck.

shortly after, a warm kiss. planted on your neck, right below your ear.

you placed your hand on her thigh, caressing her with your fingers. you felt her cheeks rise from a smile.

You looked over at peter. realizing that you just totally ditched him. he saw you and turned to look at you.he saw how close you and wanda were and quickly looked back at the tv. you felt a bit bad, but wanda was your girlfriend and you love her so the least you could do was watch this movie with her if that’s what she wanted.

you kissed her on the forehead and you both peacefully watched the rest of the movie.

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wandaxreader not my forte. forgive me

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 18

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Mentions of Natasha/Maria being married

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - violence - mentios of abused and sexual assault - idiots in love - violence - suggestive themes - drama - angst - fluff

Author's note: The world had changed, and Wanda finally had a chance to show you and tell you how much she loves you and how much you had changed her life for the better.

Well, guys, this is the end.

I surely hope you guys like this chapter as much as I love writing it, and that in general you love the story. I wanted to give you a closure to what had happened and to how the story of both, Reader and Wanda would unfold, but I also wanted to give you a glimpse of the future so. Hope you enjoy the read! Thank you to all of you who stay to the very end, it was quite amazing to have you with me all this time.

Please rmemeber English is not my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes, hope you like this one.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Wishing upon a shooting star

Now and Forever

Time was a funny concept.

After the incident with Vision and Agatha, the world continued its slow travelled into a new year and the normality of life. But for you and your family, it became a painfully slow process in which you had to face many decisions and harsh realities. In the last couple of days, you had tried to make everything work, you made sure not only America but Wanda and the twins had the support they needed to continue on, while also dealing with the legal affairs involving Vision.

Everything had been a part of your life and how you were building up from scratch what had been put in jeopardy in a matter of hours.

Still, you and Wanda endure, and you couldn’t help but fell more in love with the woman that had been picking up her pieces while being everything you and her children needed. You massaged your neck tiredly, the house was completely alone and Wanda and the twins were still out somewhere with Natasha and Maria.

At least that was what she had said to you when you asked for her companionship to your appointment with the doctor. It had been a strange day, a very lonely day in which you had been left alone with your thoughts and emotions.

You whistled glancing around your living room before directing your attention to the stairs, America had long gone somewhere with Kate and you regretted not having agreed to her and her idea of joining you at the hospital. With a heavy sigh, and some tiredness you made your way upstairs ready to take a shower.

Of course, noting could had prepared you for what you found there.

The room was completely empty.

You stepped forward until your eyes fell upon the clothes that had been neatly organized on your bed. Right on top of your favourite trousers there was a single note with your name on it, you recognized America’s messy handwriting and you couldn’t help but smile at the words she had left written on the piece of paper.

Today is finally the day!

Wanda has been planning this for a very long time, and since I am very amazing sister, and sister-in-law, I decided to give her a hand.

I choose your favourite clothes and left everything ready for you to get dress and ready for your date with Wanda. You and her both deserve this time, and I think it would be the perfect time to just be yourself and talk about everything but what had happened lately. Please, be happy. I will take the twins to Kate’s place and you two will have the rest of the afternoon and the night for yourselves. Please, just write to me and make sure you enjoy the date.

Love, the best sister in the world (me)

Your smile only grew knowing in the last couple of days America had been completely secretive though always offering hints of how much you were going to love the surprised. Wanda had been holding her secrets just as tightly, and by the time Friday finally arrived you were really dying to know what Wanda had prepared.

“Very well, one hour before Wanda is here,” you mumbled to yourself letting your eyes wandered around to check your clothes. With a wince, you left your backpack and the jacket on a chair and went to the bathroom.

You couldn’t help but gasped at the sheer pain you felt running through your arm, leaving the sling to the side and helping yourself out of your clothes. Your reflection blinked back at you, the wound on your left arm was still red, and fresh, pulsating from time to time reminding you not only of the cold winter days, but of what had almost happened two weeks ago.

With a frown, and a shake of your head you turned around getting the bath ready.

Today was about you and Wanda and whatever it was she had prepared for you, there was no time to think anything sad or regretful. With a smile on your face, you put on some music and decided to get ready for the woman that had already captured your heart.

A deep void of anticipation settled on your lower abdomen and you could hardly wait to see Wanda again.

You glanced at your reflection with a critical eye.

America had put together the suit your dad had chosen for your first official meeting in the company. Your lips curled lightly, it had been a while since you last used those Chino pants, or that blazer, but it was your favourite one because of how it made you look. How it made you feel. You smiled fixing your left arm to rest comfortably on your midsection, the blazer and pants tailored fit complementing your body form with the dark colours you favoured so much. 

You found your eyes in your reflection, your body tingling with anticipation and a void expanding on your abdomen. Your heart shrank with emotion, when you recalled Wanda's eyes on you, her smile and the sweet timbre of her voice. If you were to be honest you didn't know when you felt for her, when you lowered your guard and allowed this woman and her children to take home in your heart. You just knew that one day, her smile took your breath away and her eyes on you made your heart fluttered with want.

The mobile on your bed vibrated several times, you furrowed your brows grabbing the phone while reading the message. You smirked, you turned around and went directly to the first floor making sure you had your wallet and keys on you. The moment you opened the door your throat went dry, 

She stood by your door wearing a single, dark blue dress pressed around her horse but loose around the waist. There was a black coat on her, with her hair straightened up and light make-up glistening on her face. She smiled shyly at you, her eyes taking in your frame before they settled in your eyes, her cheeks wore a dust of red you were familiar with.

“Hey.” She greeted tentatively dipping her head while looking away for a moment.

You shook your head, blinking a couple of times before stepping forward.

“Hey.”

Wanda leaned back, her tongue playing with her lips with her hands closing tightly around the purse she had borrowed. 

“You look beautiful.” You finally stuttered out, your face warming up when those green eyes fell on you once more. 

Wanda put a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile softening leaning into the touch of your hand on her arm.

“You look good, too.” She replied and you were quite relieved you were not the only one incapable of speaking properly at the moment.

“Only good?” You asked teasingly, Wanda opened her eyes, shaking her head.

“You look amazing.” She finally stated, rolling her eyes when you just chuckled.

“Amazing, eh?”

“You always look good,” Wanda lifted her hand and put it on top of yours, “are you ready?”

You stepped out of your house closing the door behind you, you grabbed her hand placing a kiss on her knuckles with a single winked that made Wanda falter for a moment.

“I'm all ready for you, Princess. I'm also very excited to know where you are taking me, and what you have planned for today.”

You couldn't hide the excitement in your voice, you bounced on your feet while Wanda merely shook her head pointing to the car. 

“It's still a surprise and as such, you are going to be asked to wear a blindfold.” 

You cocked a brow at her, your lips curling playfully.

“Kinky.” You chuckled when Wanda slapped you playfully on the back, she rolled her eyes but you could tell she was blushing profusely.

“Come on, we have reservations.”

Wanda started walking down the lane but stopped when your hand closed around her forearm. She turned confused, her eyes finding yours and the seriousness of your expression made her turn completely to face you. 

“We cannot go like this, you know?” You shook your head, but Wanda merely creased her brows tilting her head.

Whatever question she had, or whatever she was going to say was soon cut by your lips finding hers in a slow, tentative kiss. Her breath caught in her throat, and you just loved the way she tilted her head placing her hands on your forearms giving into the kiss while opening her mouth with her tongue teasingly playing with yours. You smiled into the kiss, sowing down until your forehead was resting against hers. Both breathing hard, flustered with lips swollen from the kissing.

“Are you…are you happy now?” Wanda asked and her voice, while still recovering, suddenly was huskier than ever.

You nodded, placing a sweet peck on her cheek, stepping back before you couldn't contain yourself.

“Yep, now we can go.”

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The ride to your destination was a silent event.

The silence was filled with music and conversation about your doctor’s recommendations for the physical therapy and Wanda’s care of her throat. You had leaned back against the eat, with a smile playing on your lips while you gave the woman sitting beside you a trust you rarely placed in anybody else.

When the car finally stopped, your stomach was squirming deliciously and your heart was jumping with anticipation of what was going to happen. You waited until a warm hand placed itself on your leg, your body tense leaning in to follow the voice of Wanda.

“I thought very hard on this, you know?” Wanda was speaking softly, with her voice filled with memory and something you couldn’t quite name, “I’ve been going through so many changes, and when I was finally getting to know myself I met you.”

You cracked a smile leaning your head without being able to see but sensing Wanda’s eyes on you.

“That was one hell of a first good impression?”

Wanda snorted, her hand clenched tenderly around your knee.

“No, I hated you.” This time around you could tell she was not joking, but her voice merely softened. “I hated what you made me feel, I felt vulnerable but at the same time there was this horde of butterflies on my stomach and my chest was always tight and throbbing…it was infuriating. It was confusing.”

You lifted your right hand; your movements were slow and tentative waiting to see if Wanda would stop your advances but she never did so. By the time you took off the blindfold, you could see the face of the other woman looking right outside the parking lot of a big, black building. Wanda let out a breathy sigh, it came right from her chest and by the time her green eyes found yours your heart skipped a beat.

“I wasn’t sure as to what I was experimenting until…” Wanda shrugged, “until I told Hope, then everything make sense.”

“Was it the first time you…” your question caught in your throat, there were many things you wanted to ask, furrowing your brows you realised there were certain details about Wanda you had yet to see, you had yet to know.

Fixing your position on the seat, this time around it was you the one facing her while the building stood like a shadow in front of you.

“Was it the first time a woman flirt with you?” You asked tentatively, Wanda nodded tilting her head until she was locking her eyes with you.

“It was the first time I actually admit to liking a woman, Y/N.” Wanda then softened her features, her hand seeking yours, “today I want to make it special, I want for you to know and to feel just how much you mean to me. I…I may be slow with words, but I don’t want you to think I am not experiencing the same emotions as you do.”

Your lips broke into a half smile, you leaned forward until your lips were on her ear. Wanda shivered her eyes fluttering close as you spoke.

“I love you.” It was a simple whisper, three words you had gotten used to tell the other woman with every single ounce of honestly you could show her.

“I know.” Wanda replied back turning her face until your lips and hers were brushing against one another, you snorted shaking your head.

“Very well, Han Solo, where are we?”

Wanda furrowed her brows scrunching up her nose the very same way the twins usually did when confused. You chuckled tucking her locks behind her ear.

“What did you call me?” She asked tentatively leaning back, you raised a single brow.

“You know? Han Solo? Star Wars? Princess Leia?”

Wanda shrugged shaking her head, her eyes twinkling in silent laughter at the face of pure mock disbelief you were wearing at the moment. It was as if you were genuinely offended by her lack of knowledge for what you were saying.

“God, as soon as this is over you and I are going home to see the movies, the original ones before I settled on letting you see the full saga.” You commented opening the door of the car.

Wanda followed your actions, but just before the both of you left the warmness of the car she decided to speak.

“Funny, I thought that after we left this place you and I could be doing something totally different once we were home. I was dying to know what else you could do with that mouth of yours.”

The young woman smirked closing the car door behind her and walking down the parking lot, her cheeks were a witness of her embarrassment but her heart fluttered happily when she heard your cursed and gasp. The door closing with a loud thud, while your footsteps hurried up behind her.

The night promise to be fun.

The main entranced had been decorated with silvery banners announcing the newest show, the doors were closed and a single sign to the left showed the place had been closed hours ago. You furrowed your brows; it was until the both of you had been standing closed to it that you realized you were in the Natural Museum and the Stark Planetarium. The place was huge and it had been built just outside the city to make it possible for the observatory to get easiest access to a clear sky.  Your eyes lighted up leaning in to observed inside the glassed doors, Wanda stood by your side writing something on her phone while waiting patiently with you.

“How did you know?” You asked leaning back, Wanda shifted her weight from one feet to the other facing you with a soft smile.

“I did pay attention when you helped the twins with their homework, and I did my investigation to make sure I wouldn’t get this wrong.” Wanda stepped closer to you positioning herself on your right side so she could grab your hand in hers. “I want this date to be special.”

“Being with you is what makes this date special.” You pecked her cheek, and Wanda just shook her head.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

“Nah, I’m just saying the truth.”

Soon the doors were opened and a single guard opened the doors, he smiled at the both of you while passing a set of keys to Wanda giving her silent instructions as to where they should go and which parts were off limits for the both of you. You observed as the young woman listened carefully, she took the map the man was giving her while also pointing to something on the tablet he was holding. Your heart skipped a beat thinking of all the things she had done, if only to get you to where you two were at the moment ready to enjoy the strangest date you had ever been to.

“Very well, we’re not allow to disturb the rest of the exhibitions so let’s see, I think it’s down here.”

“Lead the way, my lady, I am but a humble peasant at your mercy.”

Wanda chuckled grabbing your hand dragging you through the corridors, it was only the both of you and the sound of your footsteps disturbed the silent scene spreading before your eyes. You had been in that place several times through your youth and adulthood; it was one of your favourite places in the whole world and you had a sneaking suspicion this part of the date had been America’s contribution.

“No way…” you whispered this time around walking faster until it was you the one dragging Wanda behind you, your smile grew just as you turned around and found the planetarium had been fixed in such a way that right in the middle of the ground there was a single table with two chairs.

You had been there when your father was helping around on the renovations, at that time you were but eight years old, but the idea behind these new arrangements was to make camping-like scenario for some of the youngest people that would fill the place in the future. The idea was to make of this dome of the most accurate and real in the whole country. 

Let’s make it feel as if they were actually outside, watching the stars above their heads on a nice, summer night.

Your face broke into a nostalgic smile as the words of your father filled your mind.

Wanda took a deep breath her hand squeezing yours tenderly, her heart beating fast just as you let go while strolling around the place. The planetarium was located on the west wing of the building, it was the biggest in the east coast and it usually held some of the most important films about astronomy and history in the whole country. The projection dome was done with neutral colours with a LED system that came along with the latest technology for audio and special effects. It had been a couple of years since you last were inside the Domo and finding yourself in the midst of such a place only brough a bubble of happiness that spread all through your senses.

Everything was already set up, and the lights that were lighting up the place were just centred on the single table with two chairs right in the middle of the room. Instead of the normal chairs that were placed around the theatre, you found yourself looking at a scene that never thought possible and you knew right there and there of all the effort that Wanda had taken that very first time to give you the perfect date.

“Do you…do you like it?” Wanda finally broke the silence approaching you with a tentative stare in her eyes, she approached the table signalling the cutlery with the table, the glasses of wine and the single bottle resting on a small side table inside a bucket filled with ice.

You turned to the woman standing beside you, it was quite incredible that even after all she had done there was still some trepidation in her features, the nervous picking of her fingers while she tried to offer explanations of how everything came to be. Of the careful planning she did to make sure everything would be ready, that everything would be there on time.

You stopped her tirade just as she was about to tell you she chose as the main course had been lasagne accompanied by a white wine.

Wanda got her words tangled in her throat, her lips trembling lightly until she lifted her arms to return your hug. For the very first time, after what happened in New Year and the process of recovery you and Wanda allowed the comfort of a single hug.

“This is amazing.” You whispered making sure she could feel everything you were experimenting at the moment.

Wanda closed her eyes, taking in the sweet aroma of your perfume and surrendering to the warm of your body. You leaned back, brushing your fingers on her hair while taking in the marks on her eyes and the tentativeness behind her stare.

“Nobody had done this before, you know?”

“Really?” Wanda asked right away, you shook your head. Wanda pursed her lips stepping back a little.

“You don’t have to say that, you know?”

You furrowed your brows seeking her eyes with yours until she couldn’t look away from you.

“I mean it, Wands. I’ve been in many dates some of them were unique in the way the presented themselves, but…well, this…” You lifted your eyes to the dome stretching your arms while twirling around, “having someone worry enough to make something I like? Not many did, and not in the way I was expecting.”

“Well, I just thought…” Wanda turned around when the gates of the theatre opened and there came a couple of waitresses bringing over the food.

You grabbed Wanda’s hand leaning in to place a single kiss on her knuckles, the young woman rolled her eyes at your gesture but took it for what it was.

“Let’s eat, and discuss this, my lady.”

“Let me help you out.” Wanda replied walking fast to the closest chair pulling it out waiting for you to sit.

You grinned taking the chair while Wanda too the one right in front of you, the two young men worked was placing the plates filled with food while also serving the wine and leaving two glasses of water as well.

Everything was perfect, the smell of the fresh lasagne filled your nostrils and it was quite evident you couldn’t shake the smile adorning your features. Wanda puffed out her chest, a sense of pride overcame her knowing she had made it possible for you to not lose your smile or relaxed posture.

“This is delicious,” you moaned while tasting the food, Wanda blushed glancing at the food while nodding in agreement. “God you bought it in Olympia, didn’t you?”

“Yep, Ajak was very kind to offer the services of the waitress and the food and actually all the things you see here.”

“You really outdo yourself with the date, Wanda.”

Wanda lifted her face taking in your frame, she smiled going back to her food.

“I really wanted to make this special for you.” Wanda grabbed her wine frowning her brows for a moment, “I never thought I could be this special with anyone, let out feel like this for someone else.”

You focused on the food, but soon you noticed the sweet melody of a familiar song playing in the speakers inside the dome. Your eyes lighted up turning to Wanda who was offering a tiny smile, she really had thought about everything.

“Very well, what’s your ideal date?” You asked all of a sudden, Wanda was taken aback for a moment blinking at the randomness of the question.

“My ideal date?”

“Yep, you just said you couldn’t imagine being this special, but you are special, Wanda. Perhaps, you were never given the chance, but I know you must have something inside your head that cold be define as the perfect one.”

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, narrowing her eyes for a moment before leaning in.

“I have always thought that a walked down a beautiful part, or forest leading to a lake is an ideal date.” She stated thoughtfully, “mom used to take Pietro and me to this beautiful forest near the city back home, she always told us the stories of her youth, and I always thought that would be the perfect place to have a date or a marriage proposal.”

You nodded pursing your lips impressed, Wanda then turned to you her eyes gleaming strangely.

“How about yours?”

You opened your eyes blinking a couple of times before leaning over, “I have to say, this one? It’s at the top five of my favourite dates ever.”

Wanda made a face of disbelief but you stopped her with a gesture of your hand, you drank some wine shaking your head.

“I mean it.” You declared strongly, “I love history, and I love everything that has to do with museums and books, if you want to win my heart, this is the perfect spot to start over. But I would say the perfect date would be on Prague’s Strahov library. Now, that would be quite the adventure.”

The conversation soon flew the same way it did before the incident, you caught Wanda giving in while leaving the stress on her shoulders ease out and her expression relaxed while the conversation grew around the topics she handled well. You never lied to her, while you had your share amount of dates usually they involved other type of activities that, why you liked them at a time, they hardly related with one of your passions.

Laughter filled the planetarium; the acoustics of the place made it easy for the sound to be enhanced. The conversation grew around different topics, and soon whatever happened in the past, whatever physical wounds the both of you carried still were forgotten.

And it was in that moment you remembered why you fell in love with Wanda.

“Thank you, this was delicious.” You glanced at the waitress smiling gently at her, the young woman flushed returning the smile until she caught the glare coming from Wanda.

“I will bring the desert.” The young woman picked up the last of the dishes and hurried out of the place.

You cocked a brow at Wanda who had not stopped following the other woman with her glare, when she returned her attention to you it was only to find your amused smile adorning your features.

“Jealous much?” You chuckled when Wanda clicked her tongue looking away.

“Should I be?”

This time around you did laugh at the absurdity of the comment, Wanda rolled her eyes sending you a withering stare before huffing and crossing her arms. You waited until the dessert had been served and another bottle of wine was brought, this time around the rest of the lights went out and there was only a single one left to create a foggy atmosphere around the centre of the room.

“I think you are adorable when jealous.” You stood up serving the wine, you knew Wanda was following you with her eyes but for now you focused your attention to the task at hand. “I still remember that time in which you saw me and Carol, there is something utterly cute about it.”

“I’m not jealous, and I don’t think being jealous counts as adorable. Or cute.”

You clicked your tongue shaking your head, the glass was soon filled with the red beverage on the bottle. You passed the glass to Wanda who received it, the glint in her eyes told you she was enjoying the changed in the topic. Or perhaps, what she was enjoying was your attention. You nodded to her mobile taking your glass in your hands.

“They give you control of the room, didn’t they?”

Wanda pursed her lips glancing at her phone while nodding.

“Mr. Stark taught me the basics, and how to make sure that everything was perfect for the show.” Wanda mumbled, she gasped when you grabbed the phone seeking the app where Wanda was trying to handle the dome.

“You took my playlist, didn’t you?” This time around there was a hint of affection tainting your voice, Wanda nodded as if it was obvious.

“I wanted this to be about you.” She mumbled well aware that your eyes were now on her.

“Let’s make this about you and me, then.” You ran your thumb around the playlist until you found the song you were looking for. Your mouth broke into a smirk, and the sudden glint of mischief that appeared in your eyes made Wanda winced.

“What are you thinking?”

You left your glass of wine, stretching your hand to Wanda who took it without thinking it twice.

“Dance with me, my love.”

Wanda looked away with a tiny smile on her lips, her cheeks burning up while she started shivering under your hold. You stepped closer waiting for the song to start, your body moulding perfectly against Wanda’s one.

“I trust you know how to dance, Wands?”

“I…I know the basics.” She replied locking her eyes with you.

“Then, let me stir you around the curves.” You winked at her, loving the sound of her laughter.

The sound of the trumpet was the first thing that came into the speakers, and soon the music formed around the voice of Elle Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Wanda snickered gasping when you twirled her around before pressing her body to yours, the dance started slowly with you just swinging around.

“Why that song?” Wanda finally asked, you shrugged with memory written in your eyes.

“Mom used to listen to it, America’s mom.” You clarified, “her mother used Elle to perfect her English when they first came here.”

Wanda nodded leaning closer, her arms sneaking around the nape of your neck. You wiggled your eyebrows bringing another chuckled from the young woman.

“And she taught you how to dance?”

“Yep.”

“Mom used to teach us as well,” Wanda rested her forehead against yours, “ours was more classical, but still it was nice. She was a little obsess of making me be a debutant, and Pietro a escort in the traditional sense.”

Wanda furrowed her brows at the memory, but whatever memory came with it soon was forgotten and replaced with a content smile.

“It was actually nice, and I enjoyed it greatly.”

“I would love to dance something classical, any song in mind?” You asked tentatively, Wanda opened her eyes a little taken aback by your inquiry.

“You want to? Really?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Wanda tilted her head thinking for a moment until the song finished and the both of you stood in the middle of the room just looking at one another. The young woman leaned in kissing you tentatively, when she parted from you your heart was already trembling under the sheer passion she shared through the kiss.

“No, perhaps later, right now I want to keep spoiling you.”

Not sooner had she said this, Wanda turned around making her way to the futons resting on the floor. She fixed them with care, full aware of your curious eyes on her; woman made sure to take her jacket off of her and fix everything so the both of you could rest comfortably on the floor.

“What else did you plan?” You finally asked approaching her with the same amount of curiosity, Wanda was smiling shrugging lightly.

“You’ll see, don’t be impatient.” Wanda hesitated for a moment before turning to you, “do you mind serving the wine and bring it over?”

“Not at all.” With one last glance you turned to the table ready to serve the wine when all of a sudden the lights went out.

You froze on the spot, lifting your head to see if perhaps it had been a malfunction in the system or there was something else involved. Soon, you could feel the breeze touching your heated face, the small resounding of drums that went increasing until music of ancient design filled the room and a single dot of white appeared on the far edge of the screen crossing the dome above your head like a shooting star.

You gasped turning around to see Wanda smiling at you, she had dismissed her heels and her coat approaching you while the music transformed into a soothing melody. She locked her eyes with yours, and while you couldn’t see it, you could feel her trembling hands on your blazer helping you out of it while fixing the posture of your sling.

No words were needed it when those fingers worked around the bottoms of your shirt and then she took you to the futons she had fixed on the ground. With a stretch out hand, you allowed her to direct you to the ground almost chocking on your spit when she knelt in front of you taking your shoes off of you.

“Wanda…” You couldn’t keep the silence, but your voice sounded strangled almost fearful to break the spell the both of you seemed to be in.

“This is about you.” She replied simply, crawling to you her lips found yours in the sweetest of kisses the both of you had shared so far.

You found yourself on your back, those lips dancing with yours in a silent invitation. Your heart was beating hard, you were sure the sound of the drums had long ago been replaced by the sound of your heart. Your put your open hand on the back of Wanda’s neck putting her closer until you were on your back and she was almost on top of you.

“I love you.” Wanda all but whisper in your ear, her face almost hidden in the crook of your neck while her warm breath caressed the skin behind your ear.

There was a moment of silence, your heart finally stopped while you registered those words coming from her. You never expected Wanda to say those three words any time soon, you understood the kind of pressure she had been in, and the life she had been living before meeting you. Hell, the amount of time the both of you had known each other wouldn’t give you both enough time to say such a deep declaration, yet you couldn’t deny what you had been feeling for the woman hovering above you at the moment.

Your eyes found those emerald ones, the affection she had always shown you was there gleaming with hope. She waited with her lips swollen, and a dust of pink on her cheeks; Wanda leaned in her nose playing with yours while her eyes closed to engrave the moment in her mind.

“I love you.” She said it again, this time around louder, stronger and you knew she meant it. Every single word.

Your eyes flickered soon to the screen above your head, this time around everything changed and it was as if the both of you were right outside. The night sky was gleaming above your head, with a million started twinkling merrily at you, the start gliding slowly until the movement of the starts start speeding up and soon everything changed and the first constellations came upon the screen.

Wanda could see the stars reflecting in your eyes, she was very careful with her weight always favouring your right side. Her lips curled into a smile when your face lit up with glee at the sight above your head; she remembered the first time she asked for help. America and Hope had been so sure about their proposal that Wanda couldn’t say no, but she opted to add some of the things she had learned from you in those conversations in the middle of the night.

“I love you, too.” You finally replied back, this time around those eyes were filled with affection and completely focused on Wanda.

The young woman dipped her head turning on her side until she was resting right beside you, her hand sneaking comfortably around your midsection.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to say it,” Wanda started but before you could reply she shot you a quick glance shaking her head, “you had been my saviour in so many ways. You can imagine where I was when I first met you.”

“I was a bitch on that meeting.” You recalled, but Wanda merely chuckled nodding.

“You were and I hated you for that.” Wanda turned to you never losing her smile or the affection in her voice, “and then I got to know you and I was…confused. You were making me feel so much, in so little time, and I was afraid.”

Wanda snuggled closer to you, “I’m not afraid anymore, and after thinking about it I realized I love you. As in, I’m in love with you, Y/N, and I don’t think I can stop my heart right now…”

“Why would you stop it?” You inquired turning on your side, wincing when you put some stressed on your left arm.

“I don’t know, what if…”

You leaned in kissing Wanda before she could finish her sentence, Wanda giggled welcoming the kiss before making sure you were back on your back instead of putting some unnecessary stress on your arm.

“Don’t think about the what ifs, Wanda.” You nodded to the sky above your heads, the music had changed into winds and cords, and the story of the first constellations came to be right in front of your eyes.

“I know it is too soon, still. That there is a lot to work on, but if you allowed it…I will be by your side until the last start in the sky had been consume by time.”

Wanda leaned closer to you, her face hidden once more by your neck though this time around you could feel her lips on your neck.

“How do you do it? How can you say such things and make me tremble until there is nothing else but you?”

“It’s a gift.” You chuckled when Wanda lifted her face rolling her eyes.

“I want to be with you, for as long as you want me, Y/N.”

“Then, let’s be together.” You sneaked your arm around her putting her on top of you, “let’s be a family and see where it goes.”

“I love you, and I just wanted to make sure you knew it.” Wanda insisted, you nodded pecking her nose.

“I know.”

“I wanted to make of this night something special,” Wanda said her hand lifting to cup your face and soon her fingers started dancing down your jaw to your neck to the open shirt. For you it was soon evident what she meant, and while she tried to look confident in what she was doing you could see the flash of uncertainty in her eyes.

Her hand was trembling, whatever expertise she had tried to show soon vanished when you realized she was getting closer to your chest.

“You don’t have to…you know?” You could see the glint of hesitation in her green eyes, Wanda clenched them closed in frustration. “Hey, Wands…look at me.”

It took a moment, but then she lifted her eyes and soon she was looking right at you.

“I don’t need sex to know I love you and that my heart is already yours, Wands. And I don’t need you to prove it to me; Wands whenever you are ready I’ll be here more than happy to make you scream in passion.”

Wanda gasped this time around her blush grew from her chest all the way to her cheeks, she tried to look away from you but you made it impossible for her to do so. Your wounded arm finding her face in a single caress.

“How can you be so understanding? God, I just…” Wanda leaned against your touch, “I feel foolish.”

“Never, Love, I just know… and I’m not in any hurry, whenever you are ready, I’ll be ready as well.”

Wanda sighed and whatever tension had been building around her left her body, this time around, when she kissed you she did it with the promise of the future. She laid down by your side, and soon she focused her stare on the stars above your head.

“I love it, this moment just you and me…”

“I thought we need it, you have been amazing with the twins but…” Wanda trailed off shrugging, “I think we were also needing this time to know one another. To actually share in an alone time.”

You smiled nodding your agreement, her hand found yours and soon your fingers intertwined with hers. The stars danced above your heads, and soon your voice joined the music and the different scenes playing with the constellations. You filled in the gaps with the stories you recognized, with Wanda asking questions or helping in the narration until soon you two were talking about mythology and reality.

“I wish this night would never end,” Wanda whispered glancing at the projection of the stars above her head, the show was about to end and she couldn’t help but voice what she had been experimenting in her heart.

“It doesn’t have to be over.” You replied turning to Wanda, the other woman furrowed her brows and you pressed your lips together turning on your side so you were facing her.

“Someday, right?” Wanda replied locking her eyes with yours.

“Someday.”

She smiled snuggling closer to you, “for now I wouldn’t say no to you sleeping with me, I mean without…I…”

You snickered placing a kiss on her forehead, “I know.”

“Did you imagine this will end like this?” Wanda finally asked, her eyes focusing on the sky above her head.

“No, I imagine it will start like this.” You glanced at the same stars, the same shooting star you saw at the beginning gleaming in the distance ready to travel through the sky.

“What do you mean?” Wanda scrunched up her nose, you placed a single kiss on her forehead nodding to the sky.

“I imagine this is how my relationship with you will start, and that after today we just ready to face the new challenges this relationship may bring.” You shrugged glancing down at Wanda, “I’ve been in love before, but…with you? It feels right, as if I was waiting for you.”

Wanda opened her eyes lightly before her expression softened.

“I realised that when…when you stood by my side regardless of my past.” Wanda rested her head on your shoulder, “I think this is the first time I have been in love and, I want you to be the only one.”

“well, love, you have a shooting star to make your wishes a reality.” You pointed to the screen and soon the shooting star crossed the dome and the show was over.

“what did you wish for?” Wanda inquired turning to you, you winked at her nuzzling her nose with yours.

“It’s a secret.”

“That’s not fair! You know what I ask for!”

“I do?” You furrowed your brows, Wanda nodded looking away for a moment before locking her eyes with yours.

“I wish for you to be my one and only love.”

You were shocked for a moment, but soon you answered to such words by kissing Wanda softly.

“And you?” Wanda finally said once you parted from the kiss.

“Me? Well, love, you will have to wait.” You smirked when Wanda seemed indignant at your declaration.

“Oh, come on!”

You pocked her nose, leaning in to kiss her pouting face away.

“Nu-uh, Princess, patience is a virtue, and I know you will know what I wish for with time.”

Wanda groaned in mock frustration, she was about to stand up but her hand grabbed her phone and soon a new projection started in the dome. You raised a single eyebrow when Wanda pinned you to the futon, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Well, then, meanwhile I will just do the second part of my wish.”

“Second part?” Wanda nodded leaning in.

“Yep, I wish to kiss you, and show you how much I love you, how much I thank the skies for having me given the opportunity of meeting you.” Wanda then leaned closer to your face, “I wish to kiss you until the story above our heads is no more and the only option you have is to take me home and spend the night with me.”

“Then, my lady, allow me to make those wishes a reality.”

Their laughter soon filled the dome, and it came accompanied by a sudden gasp and the sound of kissing and playful banter.

Wanda never imagined that her decision to leave Vision would end up with her finding herself, while in the process getting a job and making new friends. Not even in her wildest dreams did Wanda imagine that she would come across someone like you that, for the very first moment create a lasting impression on her to the point Wanda decided to explore the relationship.

Her past had finally stayed in the past, with Vision in jail and her getting the full custody of her children, Wanda now was sure she could secure her future while at the same time seek out the peace and happiness she so desperately needed. Now, with you kissing her slowly while sharing a moment of pure, and unrestrained happiness, Wanda knew that every single decision she had taken had led her to that moment, it had led her to you.

And she didn’t regret it.

With you, Wanda understood that she didn’t need to lie to herself, that she didn’t need to hide or to run. With you, Wanda discovered she could be herself and finally give in.

To be loved, and to love.

That was all that matter.

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Three years later

Morning had arrived with a bright sun, and no clouds in the sky.

You served the coffee while glancing out the window, the sound of running footsteps brought a smile to your face knowing that the holidays were the perfect opportunity for the twins to break havoc. No sooner had you thought this, Billy and Tommy came through the door wearing the baggy pants and the t-shirt they had chosen to wear that day.

“Morning, Y/N!” Billy came to you wrapping his arms on your midsection before going to the fridge, Tommy chuckled sitting down on the stool waiting until Billy brought two glasses and set the orange juice on the table.

“You guys have a lot of energy for a Monday morning.” You hummed when they shook their heads innocently.

“Nu-uh, just…America told us she would take us to the lake.” Tommy said shrugging.

“And, we haven’t said anything about…you know.” Billy mumbled looking around the room before settling his eyes on you, “so we thought you would be happy to know we will be out of your hair today!”

You chuckled ruffling his hair affectionately, setting your coffee on the table while serving the orange juice to the boys.

They had grown a great deal and now at seven they were far smarter than you or even Wanda gave them credit for. Three years ago, you never thought possible to fall in love again, nor did you thought whatever started as a tentative relationship would end up being the best that happened to you. You glanced at the boys that started talking animatedly while mentioning the different places America and Kate were supposed to taken them to, you smiled knowing your sister adored them and was about ready to do whatever they wanted as long as she got to spend some time to them.

You sighed leaning against the counter taking a long sip from the coffee, in the last years a lot of things had changed in your life. America had finally found her passion, she had decided to pursue a career in international affairs and her path led her directly into one of the most important universities in Europe, which ended up with Kate studying a couple of miles away from her. Whatever had started as a school crush, it had developed into a serious relationship that both of them had dealt with maturity.

You had finally gotten the time you needed to organise the business, and while your presence was always required when important matters arise, you had taken it upon yourself to be in charge of the development section of the company. It was easier, and it gave you the time you needed to spend with Wanda and the children.

The sound of childish argument brough a smile into your face, soon you caught the well-known voice of your girlfriend and your heat melt right away when Wanda appeared behind the hall wearing a familiar frown while placing her hands on her hips.

“Okay, you two, stop this argument right now or there won’t be any outing with America.”

“Yes, mum!” The twins said at the same time focusing on their beverages.

You locked your eyes with Wanda, your lips curling into a smile while the woman softened completely making her way to where you were standing casually. She leaned in pecking your lips while stealing your mug.

“Morning.” You whispered wrapping your arm around her hips, she giggled leaning forward before accepting a deeper kiss.

“Ugh, mom!”

“Y/N!”

You finished the kiss turning to them, “I will hold you to this moment when you guys bring over your partners home and decided to kiss them in front of us.”

“No!”

“Never!”

“I would never be this corny!”

“Never!”

You chuckled rolling your eyes, Wanda leaned in kissing you one more time before going to the coffee maker and serving another cup of coffee. You glanced at your watch knowing America would be there any moment now, your heart beating a tad bit faster while the heavy void you had felt on your lower abdomen increased and your chest tightened at what you had planned for the day.

Tommy and Billy glanced at one another before placing their hands on their mouth and snickering, you mock glared at them and the sudden exchanged didn’t go amiss to Wanda. The young woman narrowed her eyes standing right beside you.

“Okay, what is it?” She asked, and her suspicions only grew when the three of you answered at the same time.

“Nothing!”

You glanced at the twins, the three of you started laughing while Wanda softened her features. Even if she got curious, and a little wary, she couldn’t help but love these moments in which you and the twins would behave like a family. Once she had given in, you became the light of her life, your smile and your occurrences were always a source of amusement and tenderness, and the twins had come to love you in ways Wanda thought would be difficult to do so. They accept you faster than what she thought, and ever since that day after the planetarium you and her had been together in the good, the bad, the ugly and the pretty.

“You guys…” Wanda started but whatever she was going to say was cut short by a knock on the door.

“Save by the bell, guys! That must be America, love.” You gave Wanda a quick peck on her lips before running towards the door, once more the twins looked at one another before holding back their snickers.

“Okay, what is it?”

“Nu-uh, mom, it’s a secret!” Tommy said emptying the glass in a single sip.

“We promised not to say anything, mom.” Billy continued shrugging before approaching Wanda and offering her a hug, “but I love you!”

Wanda narrowed her eyes hugging Billy back, “I love you too, both of you.”

“Hey!! Where are my favourite guys in the whole world?!”

America stretched her arms to welcome Billy and Tommy, Kate rolled her eyes moving past them with a smile to greet Wanda. Wanda chuckled when their attention turned to Kate, America approached her wrapping her arms around the young woman.

“Ugh, I missed you so much, Wands! How’s everything? My sister still giving you trouble?”

“Hey! I never gave her any trouble, did I?” You pouted standing beside Wanda, the other woman shook her head putting you closer to her.

“Never, my love, you are a well-behaved girlfriend whenever you and the twins are not playing to break havoc.” Wanda pecked your lips turning to America. “Everything is perfect, but I have a feeling my girlfriend and my sons are planning something I should know about.”

This times around America opened her eyes with her mouth hanging opened, Kate gasped and the twins put their hands on their mouths. You snorted rolling your eyes, with this level of secrecy it was a surprised Wanda had not really discovered what you had planned for her that day.

“No, I mean there is no…Oh, look at the time, guys are you ready?” Kate babbled looking around while trying to evade any interaction with Wanda who had her eyes on her.

America snorted softening her stare while her girlfriend took the twins to their room, she then turned to Wanda who had a single eyebrow lifted waiting for an explanation she would not receive. At least, not from America.

“Don’t look at me, I’m just a passerby ready to take the twins on an adventure of a lifetime.” She said lifting her arms, Wanda snorted turning to you.

“You know, sooner or later I will find out your secrets?”

“I’m counting on it, Wands.” You whispered leaning in to kiss her, “now, how about you go and take a bath and I help America around.”

Wanda nodded dreamily, she gave you a quick smile before turning to America and giving the young woman another hug.

“It is good to see you again, America, see you tonight at dinner, right?”

“Yeo, we will be there!” America glanced at Wanda walking away, she waited until she was pretty sure Wanda had left before turning to you. “Well?”

“Well? You’re the one who should tell me if everything is ready!” You whispered harshly at your sister glancing down the corridor before settling your eyes on America.

The young woman rolled her eyes, but her lips played a familiar smile while she tapped something on her phone. Soon you were giving a fine idea of what she had prepared with the help of Kate and your friends; it had been hard at first to get what you needed to make of that day special. Your face lit up completely, and America could see the ghost of a smile on your lips while your eyes scanned the images she had store on her phone.

When you first shared with America your intentions, the young woman had been excited. In the last couple of years, she had seen the love between you and Wanda grow in something completely different. It was not the same relationship you shared with Shuri, and certainly it wasn’t the same type of relationship Wanda had shared with Jarvis. The both of you had been the best that could happen to the other, Wanda had learnt to love and be love, to trust in herself while also trust in the affection others held for her. You learnt to let go and to actually trust in the person beside you, you got to see how Wanda was ready to be a part of your life without losing her own little universe with the twins.

It had been a rocky path, there were fights, and sometimes it was quite difficult to fight against the demons of the past. But, America knew, if it hadn’t been because of the deep love you two felt for one another, the relationship would have been over years ago.

“I think she will love it, and I’m just…” America trailed off before offering you a quick hug, “I think this is amazing.”

You sighed putting your hand inside your pocket, the squared box resting inside your pocket.

“Thank you, this looks amazing.” You glanced at the hall before turning to America, “at what time you think we can go over there?”

“Mmm, I would say the best would be around 4pm, we will be there waiting for you so…” America waved her hands excited, “God, I can’t hardly wait, please tell me if anything happens.”

“I will, Kiddo, thank you.” You wrapped your arms around her, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.” America chuckled when she caught the excited chatter of the twins and Kate coming over, “now, I will take them off of your plate for a while, we will have time to get up to date, for now, go!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You watched as they left in the midst of laughter and light conversation, your hand sneaking inside your pocket putting out the black box you had bought a long time ago. Your heart skipped a beat, your hand clenching tightly around it ready to give the next step in your relationship with Wanda. Your lips broke into a tender smile, the memories of the last three years filling up your mind with determination and love.

“Y/N?”

You put the box away turning to see Wanda approaching you slowly, the swinging of her hips and that flirty smile she wore made your mouth go dry and your lower abdomen tingled with anticipation.

“Yes?” You asked, Wanda came to you chewing on her lower lip playfully.

“Since the kids are gone, and you and I are alone, I thought…we could shower together, don’t you think?” This was said in a low, husky tone, her lips wrapping around your earlobe while her hands sneaked inside your shirt.

“I think…you have a wicked mind, Wands.” You replied, but before Wanda could do or said anything else you took her in your arms crashing your lips to hers.

Needless to say, you and she left the home later than what you should, but the both of you had satiated the thirst you had for one another.  Love evident in your faces, as you walked around the city hand by hand.

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The country of Sokovia was a beautiful land with a rich past and a colourful landscape.

Wanda had been excited when you announced the trip, not really believing you were going to comply with her wishes until you present her with the four plane tickets. By the time you four had arrived at the city of Novi Grad, Wanda had been completely excited telling you and her children all about her hometown. She spoke of the difficult times they had lived, and the wonderful things the new government had done to fix the mistakes of the past.

Billy and Tommy had been avid listeners, and they had started talking to Wanda and to you in sokovian while Wanda was just completely happy with the development on their vacations. You had been just happy to see her smile, to see the excitement in her eyes when she pointed to all the places she remembered.

“I still can believe you brought me here.” Wanda said sitting down on the table right outside a beautiful balcony looking at the far away mountains covering half of the city.

“Why not?” You replied taking the menu with a smile, “if anything, I should be sorry for taking so long, but you know? Life has been getting in the way, and I wanted for you to have time to enjoy this place.”

Wanda didn’t know how you did it, the way you were always giving it your all to make her happy. She leaned forward placing her hand on top of yours.

“This is perfect, and it’s the perfect time.”

You smiled back at her, looking at the menu while glancing at the watch on your wrist. You were getting restless as the time for the main event approached; Wanda was looking at her menu pursing her lips before returning her attention to you.

“Can I order something for you? There is something in here I want you to try out…” She trailed off glancing away for a moment, a shadow crossing her eyes, “it is something mom used to cook for me and Pietro and I just…”

“I would love to, Wands. Go ahead, you’re the expert so we will do as you said.” You replied closing the menu, you waited until the food had been ordered before leaning forward playing with Wanda’s fingers.

“You know? Now that you mentioned this about the food, I remember the story you told me once.”

“Which one?” Wanda furrowed her brows blinking away while trying to remember.

“The one about the forest, is around here, isn’t it?”

The way her eyes opened wide, and her whole face lit up made your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she turned around trying to point out the direction in which the forest was located.

“Yes! Oh, I can believe you remember…”

“I remembered everything you tell me, love.” You replied, and it was the tone of voice you used what made Wanda turned to you with narrowed eyes, you softened your features offering a reassuring smile to her.

“I always make the effort to have it in my mind so I can make sure to bring happiness to you, to see the very same expression you are wearing at the moment.”

Wanda turned her head away, her cheeks burning bright red while she smiled tenderly at your words. Even after all this time you still got to make her feel so self-conscious of the love you profess to her.

“I love you for that.” Wanda finally said, and you smiled back at her winking.

“Well, what about you and I go over there after lunch? I’m pretty sure at this time of the year must be quite the sight.”

“You mean it?” Wanda exclaimed excitedly, you nodded and soon thank the heavens you were sitting down for the kiss she gave you made your knees trembled and your whole body tingled with anticipation.

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The afternoon was falling slowly, the wind was cold so the burning sun above your heads was not as strong as it could have been in a dry weather.

You and Wanda walked down the city, your hand joined in a single embrace while conversation flew with easiness. The topics varied from school, to your work, to the recent happenings of the world, to the twins and America; soon you two found yourselves talking about movies and books, the places you would like to visit or the worlds you would like to be in.

Life with Wanda was never bored, and every single time you discovered something new about her that made you fall in love with her even more.

Her excitement at being in her country was something you would cherish forever.

She dragged you down the streets, and then down the pebbled road leading to the forest. The place had changed since she was last there, it was now a national park that had been taken care off with the strictest rules and cares a country could provide to such a beautiful setting.

You took a deep breath when the road spread before your eyes, your eyes lifted to the signs, most of them pointing to different sections of the forest. Your eyes finally fell on the word Lake, and you lifted your hand to point it out to your girlfriend.

“There, lake, can we go there?”

“Yes, of course!”

You chuckled when she just grabbed your hand again, she twirled around wrapping her arms around your neck leaning in to kiss you slowly.

“Have a told you how much I love you?” She asked playfully, you placed your hands on her waist helping her walked backwards while you advanced down the road with her in your arms.

“Mmhm, not recently, no. I think I need a reminder.”

Wanda giggled leaning in, her kisses were soft and tentative, “I love you, Y/N, every time I think this is not possible, I fall in love with you even more and I just…”

Your heart shrank at her confession, putting her to you with your lips moulding against hers you poured all the love you felt for her.

“I love you to, Wands.”

Wanda sighed standing by your side lifting her face to the trees above her, her eyes gleaming happily just as the both of you advanced towards the lake. The forest was located it twenty minutes away from the city, and the entrance had been built around a public parking lot where people could acquire all the necessary materials for camping or a nice picnic. Some of the different paths had been fixed to give easy access to the people that visit the place, but the road leading to the lake had been left untouched with the nature almost claiming it back.

You were admiring the huge trees surrounding the area, the sound of the birds and other animals running around to hide away from the humans. You lifted your stare to see the blue sky above your head, and the cold breeze touching your heated skin. Everything was quiet and peaceful, only the sound of your footsteps seemed to interrupt the sounds of the nature.

Your eyes lifted squinting them when you spot the opening right ahead of you, your lips curling slightly when you finally spotted something else. You had arrived to the lake, with a quick gesture you stood before Wanda stopping her advanced towards her destination.

“What is it?” Just like she did early in the morning, she narrowed her eyes with a glint of suspicion gleaming in them. You shifted your weigh from one foot to the other, your hand scratching the back of your neck while your eyes danced around instead of facing Wanda.

You stood before her, your hand sneaking inside your pocket until you brough forth a single blindfold. She cocked a brow, half-amused, half-expectant at what you had planned.

“I may or may not have planned something for you.” You said tentatively, Wanda snorted but all you could see in her face was love and amusement.

“Figures, and I bet Billy, Tommy, America and Kate are in it?” She already knew the answer, but there was something else she couldn’t pinpoint to.

“Yep.” You admitted lifting your hand, “there is something… I mean, it is a surprised.”

“And I have to wear the blindfold.” Wanda grabbed the piece of clothing, never losing her smile, she winked at you, “kinky, perhaps later on we can use it for other…kind of surprised?”

You laughed out loud shaking your head while helping the brunette put on the blindfold.

“I love how your wicked mind works, Mrs. Maximoff.”

“Well, I love it when you play along, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

You let out a deep breath, the sun was still high in the sky and now Wanda stood before you blindfolded. Her hand found yours, squeezing comfortingly with that beautiful smile you had come to love and crave.

“Are you okay?” She finally asked, you swallowed down your doubts nodding before you remembered she couldn’t see you.

“I am.” Then, as an afterthought, “I’m just nervous.”

Wanda brought your hand to her lips, never losing her smile.

“Whatever it is you prepared for me, I know I would love it and…Y/N…there is no one else I would love to be with right now, you are the love of my life.”

You chuckled loving the tenderness Wanda used when talking to you, the fact she had come to know your insecurities and was always ready to reassure you of her love and your worth.

“And you are mine, Wands, now let’s go…”

You grabbed her hand and without wasting any more time you led her down the road towards the lake.

The lake was a great extension of water that spread out before a small beach surrounded by the forest. It was filled with grass, trees and bushes, with a crystalline water that was reflecting the light of the sun and the colour of the sky at the moment. This part of the forest was usually used for light lunches, and some swimming but at this time of the year the place was emptied and you had taken advantage of your money to get this small spot for you and your family for a couple of hours.

There was a single bench that had been decorated with red and pink, there were some balloons with a bucket filled with ice and wine. You helped your girlfriend so she could sit on the bench, all around her there was nothing more than flowers, blue lilies and orchids, the full scene had been planned out and built with the help of America and Kate that had just come from their hiding place with the twins.

You smiled at them putting a finger to your lips, standing before Wanda you pulled your mobile out of your pocket and let a single song filled the silence around the both of you.

“Oh, that’s…” Wanda trailed off when she recognized the trumpets and the melodic voice of Elle Fitzgerald. “Y/N…”

Your name sound beautifully on her lips, you took a deep breath looking around the place knowing you had chosen right. The lake was gleaming to your right, while the forest stood to your left, the mountains wearing a white bald head projected a protective shadow on the valley. This was what Wanda had always desired, what she had harboured in her heart when she still believed in love.

“Y/N…” She repeated your name, this time around with a hint of apprehension in her voice.

You knelt before her, your left knee touching the ground while your right knee bend to hold your elbow up your hand opening the box you had been carrying with you for over a year.

“You can take the blindfold off, Wanda.” You finally said, and your voice trembled with the sheer emotion you were experimenting at the moment.

Wanda took her blindfold, soon her breath caught in her throat and whatever sight she had before her became a blurred of colours and familiar images. Right in front of her was the lake and the forest of her childhood, the very same she had visited in her mind and memory after leaving Sokovia behind. Her green eyes flickered around until they found your eyes, and soon they fell upon the box in your hand and the silver ring resting in there.

The music was still playing around the both of you, and Wanda wanted to see if there was someone else or if the both of you were alone. But she was incapable of looking everywhere but at you.

Your lips trembled, your hand trying to hold still as you cleared your throat lifting your chin to face her with determination and love.

“Wanda Maximoff, I have brought you here because I love you.” You stated taking a deep breath making sure you never wavered in your intentions. “I realized a long time ago I can’t even think of the possibility of not having you by my side, of not living and growing old with you.”

Wanda sat frozen on the bench, her heart hammering hard against her chest while her stomach drop and her body tingled all over until a heavy pressured settled on her chest.

“I have loved you from the moment I met you, I just didn’t know it yet.” You chuckled shaking your head, “and I would love to make you happy, to love you, to cherish you, and to be your friend, your partner if you allow me…so, today in this place and with my heart on my hands, I want to ask you…”

“Yes…” Wanda whispered, you furrowed your brows shaking your head.

“No, wait, I need to ask…”

“Marry me?” Wanda asked, her voice trembling and her lips breaking into a content smile, you frowned though your eyes gleamed with amusement.

“No, you marry me, please?”

Wanda threw herself at you, her arms wrapped tightly around you while you fell to the ground hugging her back. She was sobbing, her voice a mere whispered in your ear.

“Yes, yes, I will…Yes, I marry you.”

You laughed turning your head and kissing her deeply.

“Then, yes, I marry you too, Wands.”

America and Kate both rolled their eyes, but the twins were squealing excitedly no longer able to hold themselves the run towards you and Wanda joining in the embrace.

Wanda turned to them surprised, returning their hug while turning to you and stretching her left hand where you placed the ring on her finger. Your smile was huge, and it was matching hers with the twins hugging both of you while talking excitedly.

“That means I can call you mom now?!” Tommy finally asked with you almost choking on your spit.

Wanda rolled her eyes fixing his hair before lifting her eyes to glance at you.

“Only if she wants to, Tommy.”

“You want to, don’t you, Y/N?” Tommy asked pouting, you ruffled his hair putting him to you.

“Only if I get to call you Tommy bear!”

Laughter soon filled the lake, with everyone enjoying the rest of the afternoon while you alongside with Kate, America and Wanda toast to the engagement.

“I can believe you…” Wanda closed the distance tilting her head to taste your lips with hers, you smile into the kiss with your hands placing themselves on her hips.

“You remember…” She said softly, in between kisses.

“I never forgot, Wands. With you, everything is easier, you know? I love you, and I just…I want to make you happy.”

“You make me happy already.” She replied leaning into your embrace, “but I will be complete the moment I can call you my wife.”

You smiled placing a single kiss on her forehead.

“I will be complete the moment I can call you wife as well.”

Wanda turned in your arms, her eyes following her children while they talked and played along with America and Kate. You placed your chin on her shoulder, watching the same scene with a soft smile adorning your features. The young woman lifted her hand to see the ring you had placed moments ago, a green stone that matched her eyes and white gold recovering the ring.

Her life was finally hers, and her happiness was finally something she knew she deserved and that was right there for her to live it. Wanda never imagined the moment she made the decision of leaving Vision her life would change so drastically, she never even played with the idea of falling in love again or finding someone ready to be patient with her past and fall in love with her.

Wanda never entertained the idea of anyone wanting to marry someone like her, damage and with two kids that were still growing up. Then, she met you. And she couldn’t imagine being without you by her side.

With you, she learnt to love again, to trust and to give herself without fear.

“Tonight, America and Kate are taking the twins to a festival and then back to their Air BnB so…we have the house for ourselves, to celebrate.” You whispered playfully, Wanda leaned back placing her hands on yours.

She tilted her head with her lips teasing yours.

“Then, let’s celebrate with them first, before I show you my appreciation for all the wonderful things you do for me.”

“It’s a deal, Love.”

“Y/N.” She called your name with a serious tone, you turned to her welcoming her kiss before smiling goofily at her.

“What was that for?”

“I love you.” She said simply, you softened squeezing her hand comfortingly.

“I love you, now and forever.”

And, of that, Wanda didn’t have any doubt for she too love you now and forever, until the end of time.

[lovehungrybean]

Safe and Sound

Summary: yn returns home to the twins and Her wife Wanda from a mission injured and Wanda gets frustrated with her recklessness.Includes fluff and angst.

This is my first ever fic so there may be a lot of rambling and mistakes but here’s to improving!

I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.Please be sure to leave any feedback or let me know what you would like me to write next.

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“Shit..” hands clutching your side as you practically fall out of your car, parked on the snow clad driveway of the home that you shared with your beautiful wife Wanda and your twin boys Tommy and billy.

You had just returned from a mission which you had only agreed to go on under the false pretence that it would last two days at most but here you were battered and bruised two months later finally back home.

As much as you should have remained at the med bay at least overnight you had managed to sneak out and drive back home with a bit of help from Natasha. She knew how much being away from Wanda and the boys was killing you. Natasha had always been able to read you like a book perhaps because she could see a lot of herself in you; both of you had never had a stable family all your life so she knew how important it was for you to protect the stability that you have created with Wanda.Plus she knew that you had survived far worse than broken ribs before.

So here you were fumbling around in your pocket trying to find your keys to open the door to your home.”finally….stupid key.” You mutter under your breath. Pushing the door open you step inside and straighten yourself up, effectively masking the pain in your right side and make your way into the house.

You can hear some cartoons playing on the tv coming from the living room; SpongeBob of course, the boys favourite.The smell of homemade paprikash fills your senses as you walk further into the home, closer to the kitchen where you can hear Wanda humming along to some song on the radio.leaning against the doorway you can’t help but admire your wife dressed in casual sweats and you notice that she’s wearing your hoodie; something she always does when your away with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. God have you missed her.

You stalk closer to her, still undetected and slip your arms around her waist.Feeling her flinch out of surprise but she instantly relaxes recognising your warmth;turning in your hold she looks at you surprise, relief and love clear on her face. ”Your home, I missed you so much baby” Wanda breathes out as her eyes fill with tears, before she can stop them they escape the confinement of her eyes.

“Hey…shhh don’t cry, I’m so sorry I was gone for so long; I would never have agreed to go if i knew it would last so long,” you say as you gently wipe the tears from her cheeks. Wanda wraps her arms around your neck, burying her face into your neck breathing in your familiar scent; you pull her in closer, staying silent; aware that she needs this time to collect her thoughts and believe that you are actually home and it isn’t her mind playing tricks.

The silence is cut short with excited screams; “BILLY!..Mums home, QUICK!!” Tommy comes sprinting into the kitchen. You let go of Wanda before kneeling down and open ring your arms wide, engulfing both your boys into a much needed hug. Ignoring the sharp pain that radiates through your side as Tommy and Billy both compete for a hug. The boys blissfully unaware of the pain growing in your side try to pull you to their room to show you the new toy that Wanda had got them whilst you were gone.

However, Wanda notices the grunt of pain and the way your face scrunches as you get up from your position on the floor, and decides to text Natasha asking her what happened. “Boys why don’t you go and wash your hands ready for dinner then you can show mum your new toys?” Wanda intercepts.

“But mummy, please we want mum to play with us, she promised she would play with us when she gets back home!” argues Tommy as Billy stands to the side, adorning a sad expression on his face.

You decide to interject “look boys if you listen to your mummy; then we can all go to the park tommorow; and how about a extra scoop of ice after dinner!” you try to bargain. The boys run off to the bathroom arguing about who gets the last scoop of chocolate flavoured ice cream, you shake your head “those boys and their ice cream”, you giggle as you turn back to Wanda.

Who now avoids your eyes a drastic change to minutes before. ”Your hurt.” She obviously states, you should have known she would notice; Wanda knows you better than you know yourself. She looks at you with a hard stare.

”Don’t worry I’m fine it’s just bruises, I’ve survived way worse” you attempt to reassure her stepping closer but to your surprise she takes a step back, “Don’t you dare lie to me yn, you were meant to stay at the med bay overnight, under observation!” she shouts as the tears return.

Natasha, of course. “Wanda, I…” You attempt to comfort her but before you can finish, the boys come back in having washed their hands; and Wanda harshly wipes the tears from her face turning to give Tommy and Billy their dinner. ” You should go clean up, I’ll leave your dinner in the microwave,” Wanda says coldly before you can reply she leaves the kitchen making her way to the dining room.

Defeatedly, you make your way upstairs to your bedroom looking around at the familiar space, your safe space. The only safe space you have ever had and you know it’s the same for Wanda too. She has lost so much in her life, everyone she has ever loved she has lost; first her parents, then Pietro. That’s why she gets so anxious, she doesn’t want to lose the family she has made with you. You on the other hand have always been alone, and never really had anything to lose but now you have everything to lose.

You freshen up, which doesn’t take long as Dr Cho had allready dressed your wounds at the compound before you snuck out.

Making your way downstairs, you see that Wanda and the boys are still in the dining room eating dinner, deciding to join them you take a seat at the dining table the seat next to Wanda opposite the boys, your designated seat.

You are greatful that the boys are oblivious of the awkwardness between their parents; telling you all about what they have been up to whilst you’ve been gone, how much they missed you and how they completed all their chores. Your attempts to engage with Wanda in conversation are in vain. She was right next to you but it felt as if she was in whole other world.

Dinner had been eaten and the dishes had been washed, now you were tucking your boys into bed as Wanda disappeared to your shared bedroom; giving you much needed one on one time with the twins. Tommys small voice interrupted the peaceful silence ”Mum, will you still be here tomorrow when we wake up?”, Billy also looked at you eyes filled with worry. You felt a heavy weight in your chest as guilt rushed over you, “of course buddy, i’m not leaving for that long again I pinky promise and you know I never ever break a pinky promise,” you held up your pinkies to Billy and Tommy which they reciprocated, feeling reassured, if only it was this easy with Wanda. ”I don’t like it when your gone mum and mummy doesn’t either, I think she cries too, her eyes are red and watery sometimes but I always give her extra cuddles because cuddles make everyone feel better” Billy adds.

Tommy is always loud and extroverted mind filled with thoughts of ice cream and toys like most other boys his age whereas Billy has always been a quite and observant boy, a true empath, just like Wanda. ”Your such a good boy billy, I’m sure mummy felt sooo much better with your cuddles, you give the bestest cuddles ever.” Kissing both the boys heads you turn off the light before leaving their room.

Making your way to your bedroom determined to make things right with Wanda, you notice that she is curled up under the covers on her side of the bed with her back facing you. Having already brushed your teeth you slip off your sweats and remove your hoodie, clad in just underwear and a large tshirt you slip into bed, you stare up at the cieling, the silence of the room thick as all you can hear are the occasional sniffles coming from Wanda. Deciding that you can’t take anymore you turn and move closer to Wanda, wrapping your arms around her waist pressing your chest to her back. Despite being frustrated by you not taking your health seriously, Wanda can’t help but relax under your feeling relieved that your home with her. She hasn’t been able to sleep properly the two months you’ve been gone, nightmares plaguing her dreams so she had been making do with short naps throughout the day. She can only sleep when your with her, it scares her how much she needs you, how much she craves your touch. She can’t live without you and you can’t live without her.

You feel relived that she’s letting you hold her, you gently move the hair that’s covering the back of her neck and rest your lips there breathing in her the scent. ”I’m so sorry Wanda, I know I should’ve listened to Dr Cho but I just wanted to be home with you and the boys, you guys are my medicine.” you whisper. Feeling Wanda turn in your arms, finally giving in, she stares into your eyes. The once cold stare is now warm, full of overwhelming love and care.

“Don’t apologise, I’m sorry I just worry so much yn…I can’t bare the thought of you being hurt and In pain, it’s frustrating when you don’t take things seriously, you think your invincible just like Pietro did…I can’t lose anyone else..”Wanda whimpers. You let out a shaky breath feeling angry at yourself for being so reckless, you have three people who need you now, you are not the lone, ruthless assassin that you once were. You can’t keep putting them through the turmoil of worrying whether you will be coming home in one piece or not.

You gently kiss Wanda, the feeling of her soft lips causing an eruption of butterflies in your stomach, even after almost a decade together it still feels like the first time. Silently you turn onto your back and Wanda rests her head on your chest, your heart beat instantly calming her. She tangle her legs with yours and clings onto you as if afraid you will stolen from her if she doesn’t, you rest your hands on her lower back as you hold her close.”I love you Wanda Maximoff yln, your the strongest person i know.” And finally Wanda drifts into a much needed peaceful slumber, safe and sound.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Soda Tabs and Sweetness

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: “you know the meaning behind giving someone a soda tab don’t you?”

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You made your way through the crowd of tipsy college students as you continued your journey to the kitchen, you weren’t a big fan of these kinds of parties where there were too many horny college jocks and too few fucks to give about any of them.

But still, here you found yourself, you weren’t dragged here by any of your friends, although you could spot a few of them in the crowd- Nat dancing with her girlfriend Maria and Tony playing beer pong with Sam- No, you’d come here of your own accord because as much as you despised the possibility of getting beer poured on your shirt- again- your life was dreadfully dull and you truthfully had nothing better to do anyway.

You opened the fridge to see if there was anything other than cheap beer and spiked punch, much to your surprise there were cans of soda and fruit nectar, although you didn’t know if they were meant for the guests you weren’t going to go searching for the host of the party- if they were even still here- to ask for permission.

Instead, you grabbed a can of peach nectar and leaned against the counter popping it open. It was at that moment the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen decided to walk into the kitchen and you nearly choked on your drink, she glanced at you and gave you a brief smile before opening the fridge and grabbing a can of mango nectar. Instead of leaving like you’d expected her to she walked over to you, a small smile on her face as she leaned on the island across from you 

“You look like you’re having a good time” she inquired as she observed you, as if she could sense your disdain for parties like this

You rolled your eyes playfully “Oh yeah, I love drunk handsy college students and getting beer spilled down my shirt” She let her eyes wander down to where there was still a light dampness to your shirt, it was stupid of you to wear white and now she could probably see your red bra underneath, she seemed to reluctantly pull her eyes away from your chest and look back up at you with a smile

“Is it even a real party without those things?” she questioned

“I’ve been to better ones” you countered, challenging her

“Perhaps you’ll have to show me sometime” You shivered, excited at the fact that she was hinting she wanted to see you again

You both took sips of your drinks and you listened to the sounds around you, music playing in the living room, and various groups of laughter coming from all around, though surprisingly you two remained the only ones in the kitchen.

She extended the hand not holding her drink out to you as she introduced herself

“Wanda Maximoff”

Wanda, it was a beautiful name, one you could see yourself calling out every day, a smile on your face and a pep in your step as you greeted the girl. You tried not to get ahead of yourself, shaking the thought out of your head and clasping your hand in hers, reveling in the warmth it brought you

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n” She tilted her head at your introduction, analyzing if the name fits you

“Y/n” She tested the name on her tongue and you nearly melted, the soft slight rasp of her voice saying your name was something that would potentially lead to you needing a cold shower later tonight. She nodded her head after a moment, coming to an internal conclusion “I like it”

“I’m glad I have your stamp of approval” you teased and she rolled her eyes, fiddling with her can

The actions brought your attention down to her ring-clad fingers, something you found immensely attractive. The only thing snapping you out of your trance was the sound of metal breaking from metal and your eyes shot up to Wanda's curiously, her own now filled with delight. She fiddled with something in her hands as she spoke

“Do you know the meanings behind different soda tabs Y/n?” you nodded slightly, it was a conversation you briefly remember having with Nat when you’d seen her give one to Maria.

To pull off a soda tab without the empty circle in the middle and give it to someone meant they owed you a hug, to pull off a tab with the empty circle in the middle meant they owed you a kiss, and to pull off a tab with the metal still in the middle of the circle- well, let’s just say that outcome is not very child friendly. 

You took in Wanda’s sudden nervousness and your eyes were once again drawn to her fiddling hands as they produced a soda tab, your eyes widened slightly. It was a tab with an empty circle in the middle, a kiss.

You blushed as you took the tab from her hands, you swore you were going to frame it when you got home. You pushed yourself off of the counter you were leaning on, placing your hands on either side of the island Wanda was leaning against

“Are you sure?” Wanda huffed at your question, she was the one who gave you the tab, after all, she simply nodded her head letting her eyes drop down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes

You leaned in closer, reveling in the way it made her breath hitch, one of your hands coming up to cup her cheek before you finally closed the space. Wanda immediately kissed you back, pressing into you and smiling into the kiss, you nipped at her bottom lip asking for an invitation but you could feel the smirk as she nipped yours back. God this girl would be the death of you.

You moved your other hand off of the counter onto her waist, rubbing circles into it before pinching it softly. The action caused Wanda to gasp and you quickly took advantage of her open mouth, slipping your tongue in to brush against hers you moaned at how sweet she tasted from the nectar. 

Wanda reluctantly pulled away needing air, her emerald eyes significantly darker than they were before. You smiled at her, pulling her in for another- much shorter kiss before releasing her again, both of you panting slightly

“You know…” Wanda started “I think I have a spare shirt in my car if you need one?”

You smirked “My my Wanda, trying to get somewhere more private how scandalous of you” She lightly slapped your shoulder before burying her face in your neck and shyly mumbling “Shut up” You chuckled, slipping your hand into hers once again and causing her to look up at you

“Well come on then” You tugged her in the direction of the door, both of you headed to her car with a twinkle in your eyes and the promise of something more

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a/n: Should I do a part two with smut? I've never written it before as my fics tend to fall on the sweeter side of things but i’m not opposed to writing it.

[darkkryptonian]

So, hey everyone, I don't know if you have read my very first story on Tumblr or not. If you haven't you can either read it here or here.

Well, I am in a mood to write really dark smut these days.

But, I am also not good at coming up with ideas. So, why don't you guys send me some prompts if you wish to? Be as kinky, as nasty as you like and I'll see what we can do about it.

I usually write for WLW ships and the following are some of my favorites to write for:

1. Supercorp (Top Kara, Bottom Lena)

2. WandaNat (Top Nat, Bottom Wanda)

3. Marina (Top Maya, Bottom Carina or Top Carina, Bottom Maya)

4. Kate Whistler and Lucy Tara (Top Lucy, Bottom Kate)

5. WandaxReader (Top Reader, Bottom Wanda)

6. NatashaxReader (Top Reader, Bottom Nat)

Do request other ships if you wish. I will try and write for them.

(P. S. While writing reader fics I like to write the reader as a top in the relationship. It's just a personal preference and nothing else. Well... It's the fact that I wish to be in control of every single situation, but I will talk about it with my therapist rather than here.)

So... that was ly. Other than this, how are you doing, my amazing folks? What's going on?

[hopeless-romantic17177]

I started a wandaxreader fanfic and it was about wanda being a serial killer who escaped from prison or jail. They meet in like a bar and they were about to have sex, and I accidentally closed the app and now I can't find it 😭