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Ice Breaker
Requests: hello! firstly i love your fics so tysm for writing :)) may i pls request an emo wanda x reader fic where wanda is shy and new, and they both have a crush on each other. reader somehow finds out wanda is ticklish but hates it, they have a massive tickle fight that ends in them both admitting their feelings? super cute + fluffy, thanks!!
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Wanda x reader where one is oblivious but crushing and the other is an anxious mess but crushing also and Nat and Yelena maybe help them realize their feelings through mischievous tickle pranks to get them either to confess or break them out of their shells? Lots of leeway...pun intended
Note: Thank you so much for these requests! I apologize for taking so long to get to them, but I decided to combine these two because they were similar! I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy this fic :) I also apologize if I didn't represent Emos correctly 😅 feel free to correct me if I did not portray them well!
Warnings: There is romance and flirting between Wanda and the reader, but not steamy stuff or kissing. Mostly just playful flirting/banter plus tickling
Word Count: 1522
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Wanda was new to the compound, shy yet eager to get to know people. Her long, dark hair contrasted strongly with her paler skin. The thick, dark makeup around her eyes told you that she was no stranger to perfecting her looks. Her aura was so strong and you couldn’t help but sneak peeks at her every so often.
One afternoon, you were sitting in the living room with Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena. The two sisters were trying to help you guys get better acquainted at the compound with your team of superheroes.
“Let’s play an icebreaker game!” Yelena suggested excitedly.
“What did you have in mind?” You asked.
The blonde pondered for a moment before raising an eyebrow mischievously.
“How about we play truth or dare?” She suggested.
“Is this just an excuse for us to spill our secrets?” Natasha asked skeptically.
“Duh, why do you think I’m here,” Yelena commented sarcastically, earning her a pinch to the ribs.
“You okay with that Wanda?” You asked, daring to look up and make eye contact with her.
She met your eyes with a soft smile forming on her face, giving you a small nod. You felt your heart skip a beat, noticing that she was wearing a tight black leather jacket. You bit your lip softly and shook away the nerves.
“Are we all ready to begin?” Natasha asked. You guys then all formed a circle to reach the stack of cards in the middle.
Each one of you took turns, drawing cards for different players to complete the dare or spill the truth. The next card you drew was for Yelena, which was a truth asking when was the last time she wet her pants.
The blonde huffed in annoyance, not wanting to answer the question.
“I refuse to answer,” the blonde said defiantly.
“What’s the rule about skipping a turn?” You asked Natasha curiously.
“Well, there’s not really a formal rule, but I can definitely make one,” Natasha said slyly.
“Oh no, don’t you dare!” Yelena shouted, as Natasha began to tickle her sister to pieces.
“NATAHAHASHA! STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHI CAHAHANT,” Yelena cried, wiggling away from her sister.
“This is what you get for skipping the question,” Natasha teased, following her sister everywhere she went, getting her sides, ribs, and stomach.
You and Wanda were both too shy to join in, so you guys stayed back and just watched in amusement as Yelena screamed for you guys to help her.
“There’s no way I’m getting involved in that,” Wanda commented quietly, as you smiled in agreement. However, that statement made you begin to wonder. Was Wanda ticklish? You were too shy and embarrassed to ask, let alone say the word. You felt anxious inside, knowing that this was a great opportunity to sneak that question in. However, you worried it would make things awkward and she may feel you were disrespecting her boundaries.
You opened your mouth, ready to ask the question, but snapped it shut out of fear. Wanda turned towards you, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Something on your mind?” Wanda asked.
Her tone of voice and eye contact made you blush, as you quickly looked away in embarrassment.
“Um, no I’m okay,” you blurted out quickly.
“You sure nothing is bothering you?” Wanda asked, but her tone was in a teasing way, and you knew you had been caught.
“I promise, I’m fine,” you insisted.
Natasha was finally done wrecking her sister, as Yelena scolded you and Wanda for not saving her.
Next, it was time for Natasha to draw a card for you. It was blank, which meant she could think of a truth or dare for you.
“Hmm, let’s see. How about, is there anyone you have a crush on in this room?” Natasha asked, knowing damn well you did.
You narrowed your eyes at her, not knowing if you should just take the punishment and not answer.
“Oooooh, this is a good one!” Wanda chimed in, inching closer to you as your face warmed up yet again.
“Ummm, no, I don’t,” you lied, hoping they would believe you.
“You sure about that?” Wanda asked, quickly reaching out to gently claw your side, causing you to yelp and cover your mouth.
“I think we’ve got a liarrrr,” Yelena teased, quickly pouncing on your legs and tickling your feet.
“GAHAHAHAH YELELEHEHENA PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged, knowing that she was gonna get full revenge for you not helping her earlier.
“Need some help?” Natasha asked Wanda, as the redhead pinned your arms above your head, as Wanda sat on your waist. You were pinned and had nowhere to go.
Your eyes widened and your cheeks burst into red flames as Wanda sat dominatingly above you, staring down at you like you were her next prey.
She raised an eyebrow at you, throwing in a smirk which made you want to scream in embarrassment. You also forgot she could read your mind.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t make you scream in embarrassment. I’m gonna make you scream with laughter, “ Wanda reassured you teasingly.
“No! Please!” You cried, as she wiggled her black nails right above your armpits. You giggled and squirmed in anticipation despite her not even touching you yet.
“So sensitive,” Natasha teased, laughing at your state. Wanda then began to scratch her sharp nails on your armpits, combined with the foot tickling from Yelena made you shout with laughter, wiggling as much as you could.
“NAHAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you cried out, as Wanda used her thumbs to knead the area between your ribs and armpits. You wheezed with laughter, accepting your defeat to the tickling. There was nothing you could do but laugh.
“You gonna tell us who your crush is?” Wanda asked with a wink.
“NEHEHEVER!” You cried out, secretly enjoying being tickled by her.
She moved her hands down slightly to claw and dig into your ribs with her nails, as you arched your back and squealed with laughter.
“Good spot,” Natasha noted.
Yelena had now started tickling the tops of your feet, a spot you couldn’t stand, as you shook your head back and forth, knowing you were about to break.
“Ooooh try her belly button,” Natasha suggested, as an evil grin spread on Wanda’s face.
“NO PLEASE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!” You screamed, bucking upwards as her finger touched your belly button, as you were unable to move or escape. The torturous sensation lingered despite you trying to suck your stomach in. You tapped out, knowing they had gotten to your weak spot.
“IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you gasped out.
“Spillll,” Yelena said, climbing off of your legs.
“Fine. Wanda.” You said, rolling over in embarrassment.
“Awwwww how precious,” Natasha cooed, even though she already knew.
“Wait really?” Wanda asked, genuinely shocked. This whole time she had thought she was right in thinking it was Natasha.
“Oh wow, Y/N, I’m flattered. Thank you,” Wanda said shyly.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know,” Yelena said with an eye roll.
“No I actually didn’t!” Wanda said, still slightly in shock.
“Yeah right. I bet you just wanted me to say it,” you huffed, as Wanda continued to deny and be in shock.
“Well, now it’s my turn to ask you a truth,” you said to the witch.
“Are you ticklish?” You whispered in her ear, making her squirm slightly.
“Hmm? Yes?” You teased, poking around her torso.
“Nohohoho Y/N please I hate being tickled!” Wanda cried.
“And I hate being embarrassed in front of other people,” you growled, sitting on her thighs and squeezing her hips.
A loud snort escaped from the witch, as she tried to buck you off of her.
“Nice try, but you’re not going anywhere,” you said evilly, now feeling more confident.
“Y/N! STAHAHAP I SWEHEHEAR,” Wanda laughed, clearly trying to hold back some of her laughter.
“Nah,” you replied, now scratching at her inner thighs, as the witch’s laughter went up an octave.
“You like me back?” You asked, now squeezing her knees.
“GAH STAHAAHAHAP IHIHITS TORTURE!” Wanda cried.
“Tell meeee,” you said teasingly, blushing at the sight of her being all helpless and giggly. It was rare to see from such a tough emo girl.
“YEHEHEHES IHIHI LIHIHIKE YOU NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted with laughter.
“How much do you like me?” You teased, wanting to extend this a little longer.
“SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH,” she cried, now getting low on air, which you knew was your cue to stop.
“Ah good to know,” you said, giggling at her state.
“What a show,” Yelena commented, as you both quickly spun around, forgetting that the two sisters were still there.
You covered your face in embarrassment, knowing that they had seen and heard everything.
“Don’t worry, it’s cute,” Natasha said with a grin.
“Especially Y/N,” Wanda commented, blowing a raspberry on your neck, making you squeal and curl up with laughter.
You shooed her away playfully, now feeling more comfortable around her than ever. It was relieving to know that you both felt the same way, and you were excited to see what the future would hold.
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From Strangers to Sisters
Final Chapter - Smiles Into the Sunset
We have decided to wrap up our series! We hope you’ve enjoyed it, we loved writing it ❤️
“I can’t believe we have to leave now...” Yelena commented as she sat down on the couch, full from the buffet they had. “It has gone so quickly.”
Wanda nodded as she sat on the other couch, sighing sadly. She had enjoyed her time with the three other women, and she felt that everyone was going to go their separate ways after this was all over, and this upset her a lot.
Kate flopped next to Yelena, "Almost as fast as you just ate that food," she chuckled but felt bittersweet about it too. The blonde rolled her eyes and shoved at her.
“Oh shush, the food was great, was it not?” Yelena asked, pouting and folding her arms. The brunette poked her side, "Of course it was," she giggled cheekily and then kept poking Yelena.
Yelena flinched, biting her lip as she wiggled away from her. “Y-yes so quit it….”
Nat noticed Wanda's demeanour and sat next to her, "Hey, what's got you down sweet girl?" She asked as she put her arm around the younger woman.
“I don’t want to go” she whispered, biting her lip.
The redhead hugged the witch, "I know sweet girl, I'm not ready for it to be over either, but now we all know each other right?"
Wanda shrugged. “Yeah, but what if everyone just wants to go their separate ways? Then everyone will ignore my existence again.”
Nat hugged her even tighter, and Kate noticed Wanda getting emotional so she turned and hugged her too, tapping Yelena to do the same.
The Widow had an idea, and fluttered gently into Wanda's belly, "What if we make a promise hm? A swear that we all have to be here for each other and if anyone remotely forgets, needs cheering up or gets distant, we all wreck them?" She smiled fondly, "And you my dear Wanda need cheered up."
Wanda shrugged, covering her belly a little as she tried hard not to giggle. “M-maybe…” she murmured as she curled up a little.
Kate grinned, "C'mon Yelena! Let's get her!" And then helped Nat by shaking lightly into Wanda's ribs, making the witch squeal and curl up, shaking her head as she eventually broke into giggles.
The blonde rolled her eyes but understood why Wanda was so sad, she hadn’t felt this peaceful for a while, and she didn’t want to go back to her crazy life.
Nat smirked and poked Yelena's sides, "Lena," she winked, "Do you need tickled too?" She asked the blonde, who shook her head. “Nono…”
"Are you suuuure?" Nat smirked and shook her ribs gently.
Kate fluttered up and down Wanda's belly, "Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo little witchy woooooo!" She teased, making Wanda giggle helplessly and curl up. “Nohoooo!”
"Awww there we goo Wands! We've got you see! No matter what you'll always have us, love and…" she grinned and pulled up her top to raspberry her sides, "Raspberries!!"
The witch yelped and squealed out, shoving her shirt down before Kate had the chance to do anything. “Nuh uh, none of those!” She protested as Yelena gasped and bit her lip. “I am positive.”
Kate chuckled, "If they don't tickle then why are you afraid, big bad witchy?" She asked, looking over at Nat, who grinned at her sister.
"Nah, you need the tickle monster!" The Black Widow announced spidered up into her armpits, causing the blonde to yelp and slam her arms down. “Nonono I do not need that silly thing.”
"No?' The redhead grinned and squeezed Yelena's sides just above her hips, causing her to yelp and hold her sister's hands away. “Found the spot?” The redhead asked fondly.
Yelena shook her head. “Nope, never, just looking at the time, we should get going?” She tried.
“Not till I find your smile,” she insisted. Yelena just groaned. “We have to go…”
“Then get up,” she giggled fondly at Yelena, who nodded and stood up. “There we go, we can leave now.”
“You still need to have your smile found," Nat smirked fondly.
Wanda tried to keep her cool. “Me? Afraid? I’m not afraid of anything.”
"Oh? Then why won't you let me raspberry you Wands?" Kate asked cheekily as the witch shrugged and folded her arms over her belly. “I am sure it’s too much effort for you”
“I'm like, an overgrown kid, it's no effort,” Kate smirked and bounced her fingers along the witch’s sides, smiling as Wanda whined and let out a few giggles. “Quiiiit!”
“I win!” Kate giggled fondly, making Wanda roll her eyes. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”
The raven-haired archer hugged the redhead fondly. “Ok, let’s go,” Wanda told her after hugging Kate back.
“But Yelena still needs to smile,” Kate said, pouting. Yelena just shrugged. "I am fine, it is time to go."
Kate hugged Yelena and nodded, “If you're sure.”
Nat rubbed Wanda's back, still with one hand on her sister, “Are we all packed and ready?” Yelena nodded silently as Wanda used her magic to float everyone’s bags back to the RV, taking one last look at their hotel suite sadly.
Kate frowned and then clung to everyone, “Hey, the trip is over but our relationships aren't!”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “That is the most cheesy thing I have ever heard you say, Kate Bishop.”
Kate grinned up at her, “Good!”
Nat laughed fondly, “Little Kate is right,”
Wanda bit back a chuckle. “So shall we all link arms and skip off into the sunset?”
Kate beamed at that, “YES!” But Yelena just face-palmed herself.
“She was being sarcastic.” She murmured and got into the RV.
Kate furrowed her brow for a moment, but then shrugged, “Well either way,” she smiled and followed Yelena, while Nat just chuckled, “Play nice you two!”
Yelena playfully shoved at Nat, squeezing Kate’s sides to put a smile on her face before getting comfortable on the top bunk bed that was in the RV, with Kate on the bottom and Wanda and Natasha curled up on a couch each.
The auto drive soon kicked in to take them all home, it didn’t take long for the drive to rock them to sleep, completely exhausted from their time away but feeling thankful that it happened. They built memories for a lifetime and a sisterhood they can always lean on.
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You’re Not Alone, Wanda
Surprise! Here is one of the probably many collaboration fics with the amazingly talented, @pegasusflight77! We hope you enjoy 😊💕
Just after the collapse of the building, Nat saw Wanda's face collapse in horror as well, and ran to her to hug her and shield her from the falling debris.
Wanda trembled and moved away from Natasha, convincing herself that she wasn’t deserving of any comforting or protection. “Oh god what have I done?” She whispered.
"It was an accident," Natasha tried to soothe, "You were trying to save those people. You didn't know the building would collapse." She tried softly, hugging her tightly and rubbing her back, "We have to get out of here," she said, her eyes soft, but face tense with urgency as she was worried what the city's response in person would do to Wanda's already damaged self esteem and grief.
“Maybe I should just stay here and accept my fate.” Wanda replied quietly, feeling the guilt drown her, she had already killed so many innocent people, she probably deserved whatever anger people would take out on her anyway.
"No, you're an Avenger now, Wanda. We're a family. However messed up we might be, we stick together," she said, and with that she put Wanda on the back of her bike and sped back to the Quinjet where the team rode back to the compound.
Wanda sighed, wrapping her arms around Nat as she remained silent for the entire journey. The second they arrived, Wanda swiftly got off the bike and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her and collapsing onto her bed, allowing her emotions to get the best of her as she broke down in tears.
Natasha bit her lip, and as she always did, she put on a brave face after the mission debrief. With Steve, Tony and the others, she and Clint both defended Wanda and talked about their own mistakes. Nat then did her routine of showering, and she changed into a soft tank top and shorts before coming to Wanda's room and gently knocking, "Hey, it's me, sweet pea,"
Wanda froze, forcing her tears to stop as she tensed up. She curled up a little tighter as she heard Nat’s voice, thinking she was going to yell at her now she had chance to process what had happened. She didn’t say or do anything in response due to that, and just mentally prepared herself for whatever Nat was about to say to her.
Natasha gently opened the door, her eyes soft, maternal. She took a look at Wanda and went to the bathroom inside Wanda's room, grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it with warm water. She gently sat on the bed with her, "May I get some of the debris off you?' she asked in her softest voice.
Wanda silently shrugged in response, a little surprised that Nat was still being kind to her despite what she had done. Although it felt somewhat reassuring to know that the Black Widow wasn’t mad at her, she was still convinced that the rest of the world hated her. She stayed in her curled up position, still feeling unworthy of comfort.
Natasha took one of Wanda's hands as softly as she could and began wiping the silt and soot from the explosions off of her. Her hands gently wiping away the day.
"Red ledgers, red magic. We've all had more red in our lives than we care to admit. Passion can lead way to poor positioning, but that doesn't lessen your value, little one," said the redhead, and booped the younger woman's nose with the wet cloth.
Wanda winced occasionally whenever Nat went over a wound, listening to her words before simply shrugging in response. “Why are you being so nice to me? I did something awful.” She murmured sadly.
"You saved a lot of people today despite the ones lost in the crossfire. You didn't take lives with intent. It doesn't change that they were lost. Or that you grieve. Or feel the guilt. But you are not a bad person, Wanda," she said, looking deeply into her green eyes as she softly wiped her face, and then cupped the young woman's face with her hand.
"You are just learning these powers. The world is afraid of what it doesn't understand. I released my history when Ultron was taken down. You should read it sweet girl. I've taken lives when I had a choice. This wasn't you choosing to take them," Nat said, a tear dripping down her cheek, but her voice remained steady. She simply embraced the young woman softly, "You're not alone, Wanda. You never are."
Wanda let out a sigh, her eyes shifting everywhere but into Nat’s, she trembled a little as she shrugged slightly. “I’m sorry…” she murmured in response, looking down as her thoughts now floated around letting the team down in general.
Natasha bit her lip a little, "Would you like me to braid your hair?" She asked quietly, the statements slightly abrupt, but she sensed the witch needed a distraction.
Surprised, Wanda looked up at her with a confused look on her face, out of all the things Nat could’ve replied with, that was one of the last things on her mind. “Uh… sure, I guess.” She replied, slowly turning around so her back was facing Natasha.
Nat grabbed Wanda's hairbrush off the nightstand and gently brushed from bottom to top, before working her expert fingers through the brunette's locks. Occasionally, her fingers would skim the back of her neck as she worked.
Wanda leaned into the feeling, wincing a little as Natasha got the knots out of her hair. She began to zone out for a little while until she flinched the second she felt a feathery sensation along the back of her neck, she bit her lip and managed to stay silent.
Natasha smiled fondly, her ability to read even the smallest changes in body language working to her advantage. Although this time, it was to help a friend smile instead of identifying weaknesses in a target. "Wanda? Are you..ticklish?"
Wanda’s eyes widened briefly, her whole body froze as she took a moment to process how she could answer. On the one hand, she could say that she wasn’t, which would probably mean that Natasha would either give a few pokes before giving up or just respect her answer. On the other hand, she could admit that she was and be subject to the playful torture.
Although, she didn’t necessarily hate it as it reminded her of the playful fights she had with her brother. Eventually, she just shrugged in response, fiddling with her fingers awkwardly.
Nat being as perceptive as she was, asked teasingly, "Would you like me to see if you are? If you don't tell me no, I'm going to take that as a yes, sweetheart,"
Wanda already knew what the answer was, probably, it had been a while since Pietro got her, at least 5 years. But she always lost those playful fights they had as kids. Nat was met with yet another shrug as she looked down and continued to play with her fingers.
The Widow smiled playfully and gently spidered up Wanda's sides, "I bet you've never been spider-tickled by a Widow before," she winked.
The young witch immediately flinched, slamming her arms back against her sides as she tried hard not to react too much. She shook her head in response as she wriggled around slightly.
"Awwww Wanda, it's okay to laugh! C'mon, coochiescoochiecoochie coo! Ticktickticktickle!" Nat teased and spidered her fingers up toward her tummy.
Wanda curled up a little, flinching and letting out a tiny squeal as she tried hard not to giggle. She covered her belly with her arms to protect herself, feeling unworthy of laughing.
"Awww Wanda you're so cute like this! Ticktickticktickle!" Nat smirked and managed to slip her spideringly fingers up her top.
Her eyes widened as she arched her back, she let out another squeal as she gently shoved at Nat’s hands. “Nonono bare skin!” She whined a little.
"Oooh? Ticktickticktickle like thiiiis?" Natasha cooed fondly and skittered up and around her bare belly right under her top, watching Wanda's face playfully as she squirmed to see where she might be most sensitive.
Wanda shook her head as she eventually broke into giggles, scrunching her face up whenever Nat's fingers went under her bellybutton. She squealed and shoved at her hands gently. “NEHEHE!”
Nat smirked, "Awww Wanda has a ticklwish tummy!! Right heeere?" She teased as she shook in gently right under her tummy button
“NEHEHEHEAHAHAH!” Wanda protested as she squealed with high pitched giggles, covering that spot with her hands as she arched her back and squirmed.
"Oh myyyy, who knew the big bad Scarlet Witch was soooo ticklwish??" She cooed and skittered in rapidly and up Wanda's ribs, gently spidering and poking and prodding.
Wanda shook her head, falling backwards onto the bed as she shook her head in response, giggles poured out of her as she continued to gently shove at Nat’s arms. “Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!”
Natasha giggled and straddled her, knees softly pinning Wanda's magical hands, she pulled her top up, "I wonder if Wanda woo likes raspberries?" She asked, pausing for just a moment before raspberrying all over her tummy.
Despite Wanda being an incredibly powerful being, she felt completely helpless the second the first raspberry hit her belly, she screeched with laughter and kicked out, shaking her head even quicker as she tried to buck Nat off her. “NOHOHOHPE-“
"Oh noooo! The Scarlet Witch's kryptonite is raspberries????" She gasped and raspberried in as she wiggled a finger into her tummy button too.
“GEHEHEHEHT OHOHOHOFF!” Wanda screeched out, still trying to throw Nat off her waist as she giggled helplessly, although there was a part of her who didn’t necessarily hate this.
Natasha chuckled, stopping only for a moment, looking down at the adorably flustered young woman, "You really want me to stop?" She asked, lightly tracing her fingers in patterns all over Wanda's tummy.
Wanda blushed, scrunching her face up as she let out light giggles, she refused to answer her question as she sucked her stomach in and wriggled around.
Natasha chuckled, shaking her head and rolling her eyes fondly as she smirked, "Wanda you realize I'm an expert in body language-" she blew a huge raspberry and squeezed her sides right along her ablines, "I know you don't totally hate this," she winked and nuzzled her tummy.
“BUHUHUT I DOHOHONT DEHEHESERVE IHIHIT!” Wanda protested, feeling flustered at Nat’s last sentence as she laughed adorably and continued to squirm.
"Oh but you dooooo, yes you doooo, ahhh coochiescoochiecoochie coo! I put a spell on you! You! You!" She poked Wanda's tummy with each "you" before raspberrying at the last, and then squeezed up and down her ribs and sides before bouncing her fingers playfully all over the young witch's tummy.
“I DOHOHOHONT!” Wanda replied, squealing with giggles at the bouncing sensation on her belly, the motion feeling a lot worse than she thought. “MEHEHEHEHEHEAN!”
"Ohhh you wiiiiike the bouncies??" Nat cooed and tried a few more.
Wanda shook her head, despite her giggles clearly saying otherwise, she tried twisting away but to no avail, Nat was wrecking her and they both knew it.
Natasha smirked and decided to go for the grand finale, bouncing all over Wanda's tummy as she raspberried her at the same time, "I've got the Scarlet Witch! She's been neutralized by the TICKLE WIDOW!"
“THEHEHEHEHE WHAHAHAHAT?!” Wanda laughed out as she kicked and thrashed, before slowly beginning to run out of breath and get weaker at every little thing Nat did to playfully torture her until her laughter went silent.
Nat then stopped, rubbing Wanda's tummy and pulling her into a snuggle, she kissed the brunette's temple and ran her fingers through her hair. "I got you," she said, well aware of the double entendre of her words as she had both just wrecked Wanda and now was holding her close and lovingly.
Wanda took in deep breaths, cuddling into Nat and growing closer and more comfortable with her. She nodded silently in response as she felt herself relax properly for the first time that day, feeling the stresses melt off her.
Natasha smiled and kept brushing through Wanda's hair, and then offered, "Would you like to cuddle here for a while and then maybe get yourself ready for bed so I can properly get these knots out of you?"
Wanda clung onto Natasha, feeling safe around her for the first time. She appreciated the physical affection a lot, so she pressed herself further into her, nuzzling her face into her shoulder as she closed her eyes and let out a yawn.
Nat chuckled, "Plan B is I just hold you until you sleep sweet girl," she said, melting at the younger woman's softness, she rubbed her back and held her so close, admiring her sweet face, Nat's thoughts couldn't help but ache as she knew what it was like to be a weaponized child. Wanda deserves all the love in the world. "You deserve all the love in the world, little one," Nat murmured sincerely.
“Meh…” Wanda murmured sleepily in response, feeling herself drift to sleep after a life altering day. She cuddled further into Nat as her body relaxed even more, finally close to falling asleep.
The redhead smiled, her heart full at being able to successfully comfort Wanda and she began humming a Russian lullaby she hoped the younger woman might even faintly recognize, hoping to lull her into a blissful sleep as she continued holding her.
She knew she'd be having the first of many sleepovers with the Scarlet Witch, a beautiful, sweet, misunderstood young woman. Nat knew then she needed to take her under her wing and protect her and guide her as best she could.
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Tickletober Day 5: Punishment
fandom: marvel
word count: 530
pairing: wanda x reader (platonic)
summary: you did something wanda had specifically told you not to do, so now you have to pay
The redhead stalked towards you, a terrifyingly evil look on her face. You knew that look. You taught her that look. You had shown her that people would take her more seriously if she looked just a bit more sinister since she was so young, and by God, it worked.
And even though you knew she wasn’t really mad, the glare she sent you made you shiver with unpleasantness.
“Wanda, I’m—”
“Save it,” She cut you off, backing you into a literal corner. Your entire backside hit the wall of the hallway and you had nowhere to run to. She moved closer to you, mere inches separating the distance. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I—I’m sorry! It was just there and I—” You frantically explained, hands out in front of you to keep her at arm’s length.
“I told everyone in the compound! You were sitting right next to me when I scolded Peter for it,” Wanda furrowed her brows, still eyeing you as if you committed some sort of crime. “So, you’re gonna have to pay.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get you another one! I’m sorry!” You winced as she drew closer.
“Right, yeah, save your apology for later. I’ve already made up my mind,” Wanda waved you off, wasting no time in reaching for your ribs and digging into the crevices.
“Wohoah, wahAIT, WAHANDA, NO!” Immediately, you began reaching for her wrists to pull them away from you, but Wanda put a stop to that quickly with a sharp flick of her hand, sending yours flying to the wall to glue them there. “WOAH! OKAY! Wahanda, I’m really sorry, I am, but do you really think eating the last red velvet cookie warrants this kind of punishment?”
Now without your hands in the way, she resumed her attack, pinching at your sides with rapid precision. You howled with laughter, the sensation even more unbearable this time now that you weren’t able to protect yourself. “Oh, absolutely, I do. I’d never hurt you, but tickling you to tears seems like great compensation for my loss.”
“WAHA! IT WAHAS JUST A DAMN COOHOOKIE!” You shouted, attempting to pull your wrists out from her control. “I-hi sahaid I’d buy yohohou more! WAHANDA, PLEASE!”
The witch tickled inwards toward your belly, scratching at the soft skin right above your navel, sending shocks throughout your entire body. Everyone who knew you were ticklish knew it to be your worst spot, and she was relentless in exploiting it.
Stamping your feet on the ground to try and distract from the feeling, you cackled loudly, hiccupping as you attempted to catch your breath.
“Are you really sorry?” Wanda questioned you. The words you were looking for couldn’t formulate between your laughter, so you nodded, hoping that would be enough to pacify her. She ceased her fingers and released your hands from the wall, catching you swiftly before you fell to the ground due to the weakness of your legs.
“Soho, so sohohorry,” was all you could say. Wanda chuckled fondly, rubbing your back to help you come down from your giggle fit.
“I forgive you. But you still have to buy me some more.”
#marvel#marvel tickle#mcu#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ler!wanda#wanda tickle#wanda maximoff#wanda x reader#wanda mcu#augtickletober2022#tickletober2022#tickletober prompts#tickle prompts#tickle fic#tickle drabble#sfw tickle fic
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"Y/N give me the controller" Bucky said, you guys were playing Mario kart and you have been racing for 2 hours.
"No" you said very well aware of the consequences.
"Give it here or I'm gonna have to make you" he said with his ruff voice.
"What are you going to do hmm, Tony said that if you hurt me he's gonna kill you" you said confidently.
"oh i have other ways to make you" and with that he tackled you to the couch.
You landed on your back and was about to make a run for it when Bucky straddled your waist.
"Buck wait" you giggled.
"What are you laughing about, I didn't even touch you yet" he said with a smug face, he moved his hands just above your skin.
The anticipation becoming to much for you "Just get on with it".
"With what"? The innocence in his voice clearly fake.
"Tickling me".
To late you realized your mistake "since you so kindly ask" he said and duck his hands in your sides.
A shriek came out of your mouth and at the same time you turned into a giggling mess "thahahahaht was hahaha nohahha whhahahat i mendhahah" you screamed out.
"There is that wonderfull laugh of yours" laughing at the state you were in.
"Y/N Buck come down Wanda made her famous paprika" Steve said form the staircase.
"alright be there in sec" Buck looked at you "seems like you got saved by the bell" he duck his hands in your armpits, earning your loud belly laughter to come out.
He stood up and helped you up, you sprinted towards the only one that can protect you, Wanda.
And boy was he going to get it when you made it to her.
#Marvel#avengers#steve Rogers#tony stark#wanda maximoff#ticklish!reader#ler!bucky#bucky barnes#mario kart#tickle punishment#tickle fic
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In a Past Life
Word count: 3,400
Pairing: Wanda and Clint x female reader (platonic)
Warnings: None that I can think of - some mild swearing maybe
This was based on a recently changed Prompt by a lovely anon requesting a fic where Wanda and the reader learn Clint was in a band. I had no idea Jeremy Renner actually sings songs - I've learned something new!
This was cute and fun to write, I hope you enjoy!
Nostalgia was spreading through the team like wildfire nowadays.
It seemed as the years went on, the crime rates only escalated. People were frustrated. Angry. Hateful. Days off from 'avenging' seemed to be few and far between lately. There was always a new crime ring, or a new wave of political unrest to attend to.
Naturally, it had you all longing for the good old days.
You happened across Clint seated in the common room one afternoon during one of those moments where the nostalgia flame was burning inside him. He was seated on the end of the sofa, a photo album spread open in his lap. There was a wistful smile on his face as his eyes roamed across the glossy pages, his hand occasionally lifting to run a finger along the edge of a photograph as though longing to touch the people pictured in the image.
"Whatcha got there?" you queried, wandering into the room and catching the archer's attention. He grinned up at you as his eyes lifted from the pages to meet yours.
"Just some old pictures of the family. Look - this was from when Cooper was just a baby." He beckoned you closer, shifting the photo album so you could get a better look at the photograph he was referring to. You took a seat on the sofa beside him, leaning over the page.
"Aww, look how young you looked!" With a chuckle, you pointed to the younger version of Clint standing beside his wife holding his first born.
"I was pretty damn good looking, wasn't I? Still am, of course," he boasted jestingly.
"Eh... you still gave off dad vibes even back then." You nudged him with your elbow teasingly. "Where was this one taken?" you asked, pointing at a photo on the next page with just Clint and his wife.
"That was our white water rafting trip in Maine. Without the kids, of course."
"You went rafting? Now that I can't picture."
"Hey!" he exclaimed indignantly. "I am an Avenger, thank you very much. I'm more than capable of handling a few rapids."
"Don't let him fool you," Wanda's voice echoed suddenly from the doorway. "Natasha told me he nearly landed himself in the hospital after falling out of the raft on that trip."
Clint scoffed. "I told her not to go around telling that story!" he muttered under his breath. You patted him hard on the shoulder with a sympathetic smile.
"Aww, don't worry, Clint... I wouldn't have believed you anyway."
"Ha, ha." He shoved your hand off his shoulder, rolling his eyes. "Remind me, again, why I hang out with you two?"
"Obviously you just use us to fill the void when your own kids aren't around."
"Uh-uh. If you two were my surrogate kids, you'd be much better behaved."
"What fun would we be if we were well-behaved?" Wanda joked with a wink. Before Clint could respond, his phone began ringing in his pocket.
"It's Laura - I'd better take this. Try not to make too many jokes at my expense while I'm gone, alright?" He slid the photo album off his lap onto the sofa cushion beside him, exiting the room as he brought the phone up to his ear and answered it.
Wanda took Clint's vacated spot on the couch beside you, scooping the photo album into her lap and flipping forward a few pages. "Aww, look! Laura must have been pregnant with Lila in this one," she cooed, pointing to a picture of the growing young family at the park where Laura's belly had the telltale roundness of pregnancy.
"Yup - look, there's baby Lila right here," you confirmed, pointing to another photo of a newborn on the following page. You pinched a few of the glossy pages in your fingers and flipped them, making a noise of surprise when a loose photo fluttered out of the page you'd just turned to. "Wait... what's this?"
"Oh, now this is interesting..." Wanda snatched up the photo and brought it closer to her face, an incredulous grin spreading across her lips. "Take a look!"
You took the photo from her, squinting a bit to see the grainy faces better. It was a photo of a rock band on a stage, complete with an electric guitar player, a bassist, and a drummer. And there, standing in the center of the stage with a microphone pressed to his lips...
"No. Way." You glanced up wide-eyed at Wanda, grinning with elated surprise. "Clint was the lead singer in a band??"
"He's never mentioned it before." She leaned over your shoulder to view the photo once again. "But that's definitely him."
"How old does he look in this? Like... late twenties?" Scanning down to the bottom of the photo, you could see the edge of a shadowy sea of heads of the audience in front of the stage. "It's hard to tell, but it looks like there's a lot of people watching. You think they were famous?"
"Maybe not famous... we'd have heard by now if a fellow Avenger was also a world famous lead singer," Wanda pondered aloud.
"Well maybe they were a local sensation?"
"Must have been, with that many people. Didn't he grow up in a small town?"
"I think so." You glanced up as you heard heavy footsteps approaching the doorway to the common room, grinning as Clint reappeared. "Hey Clint!" You waved the photo for him to see. "Why have you never told us you were in a rock band??"
"What??" His face tinged red as he came closer to view the photo, snatching it from your outstretched hand. When he registered what was pictured in the image, he grimaced. "Damnit. You weren't supposed to see this... how did it get in there??"
"Why don't you want people to know?" Wanda probed, an equally sly grin on her face.
"Because I was young and stupid back then-"
"Hey! You couldn't have been that far from our age in that photo," you protested indignantly.
"-and anyway... it's embarrassing." He folded the photo and slipped it into his pocket.
"I don't know, you looked a lot cooler then than you do now," Wanda teased. "Can you still sing?"
"Ooh, yeah, sing something for us!" you urged.
"No. Absolutely not." He leaned over and seized the photo album from Wanda's lap, snapping it shut. "You two just forget that you saw that photo, you hear me?"
"Mm... nope, sorry, it's already burned in my brain."
"Yep. Not going away anytime soon." You glanced at Wanda with a smirk, chuckling as Clint groaned in frustration.
"Why did I leave that photo in there..." he muttered under his breath as he turned on his heel and left the room.
This sort of banter wasn't uncommon for the three of you. While you enjoyed teasing Clint that you and Wanda were like his surrogate kids in the compound, he truly had become a mentor for the both of you. Maybe it was that fatherly instinct in him that made him gravitate towards the role. Even though you loved to push his buttons, you appreciated his advice and guidance, and he secretly enjoyed taking the two of you under his wing.
He had naturally adopted Wanda as his mentee when she and her brother defected from Ultron to assist the Avengers. There was no way he could have known at the time, but having Clint to turn to as Wanda navigated the confusing and tumultuous changes in her life was incredibly important to her. Without Pietro, she had no familiar faces, no comforting shoulder to lean on. Clint was able to provide her with a sense of stability while she grew accustomed to her new life.
When you joined the team years later, you became fast friends with the young witch. Consequently, you'd spent a lot of time with the archer during your early training sessions. He certainly wasn't someone you'd go to for more personal matters, like dating advice, but Clint was incredibly helpful when it came to post-mission debriefings and arguments with other team members. And, truthfully, you both enjoyed each other's company.
With all the teasing he did of you and Wanda, there was absolutely no way the two of you were going to let this go. So, naturally, you did what any self-respecting surrogate kids would do, and irritated the hell out of him for the next few days.
"Hey Clint - I thought I heard you humming while you were cooking breakfast this morning, was it one of your old songs?"
"Did you have a cool singer name when you were in the band? I mean, 'Clint Barton' is hardly rock star material..."
"How are we supposed to know if your voice was any good if you won't sing for us?"
Usually, your snide, teasing comments were quickly followed by Clint chasing you out of the room or swatting at you with a spatula while he cooked. Still, you and Wanda were bound and determined to get him to sing something for you. The curiosity only continued to build every time he refused.
One evening, you were finally able to corner him.
Neither of you had planned it. The two of you had headed to the common room to watch a movie, and just so happened to come across Clint where he sat watching the six-o-clock news. It was far too perfect an opportunity not to jump on it.
With a knowing glance at one another, you and Wanda simultaneously rounded the sofa and took a seat on either side of the startled arrow wielder. Once he realized who it was that had suddenly accosted him, he let out a heaving sigh and leaned back against the backrest.
"What do you two want?"
You gasped, feigning insult. "Wow. My feelings are hurt."
"Yeah, don't you love us anymore, Barton?" Wanda added with a fake pout. Clint rolled his eyes, but the suppressed grin was visibly tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Depends on what you're here for. You gonna watch the news with me?"
"Pshh. Ew, no. There's nothing but depressing stuff going on nowadays."
"Yeah, well... I like to keep up on it anyway." He held the remote out toward the television, turning the screen off so he could give you his full attention. "Now, what do you want?"
"You know exactly what we want," Wanda responded with a smirk.
"When are you gonna sing for us?" you added. Clint folded his arms across his chest.
"You two are annoyingly persistent, you know that?"
"Yeah... it's one of my best qualities," Wanda jested.
"You could make it stop if you'd just sing something..." you hummed, prodding his side with your finger.
"Ack- hehey! Don't do that!" he scolded, swatting at your hand. Your gaze met Wanda's across the sofa, a knowing grin spreading across your faces.
"What, this?" Wanda poked his other side, snickering when he jolted away from her hand.
"N-now, cut that out."
"Clint - I never knew you were ticklish!" you exclaimed, pinching his side a few times in rapid succession. He barked out a laugh, folding away from you until Wanda began prodding at his other side.
"Okahay! Yes, I'm ticklish!" he confirmed reluctantly, suddenly standing up and stumbling a couple steps away from the two of you. "That does not mean I'm going to sing anything for you."
"Clint, you know I'm much stronger than you are," Wanda warned as he spun around to face you both, wriggling her fingers teasingly in the air in his direction.
"Yeah, plus she's got magic. You don't stand a chance," you added with a devious smirk. His eyes darted between the two of you as you gazed pleadingly up at him, finally groaning defeatedly.
"Alright, alright... come with me. I'll do you one better." He beckoned you both to follow him with a wave.
Clint led you up to his own room, stepping inside and crossing over to his closet where he began rummaging through a dusty-appearing storage bin. You glanced at Wanda with your eyebrows raised in confusion, to which she merely shrugged in response.
"I know you're in here... aha!" Clint pulled out a CD case from the bin, turning back to give you both a firm look. "Now - this is not to leave the three people standing in this room, you hear me? You are privileged to be borrowing this."
"Your secret is safe with us," you assured, holding your hand out expectantly for the CD. Hesitantly, he placed the case in your hand. You observed the title on the cover of the case, nearly snorting out loud. "Your band was called the Screaming Sharks??"
"Yeah, yeah, I know... make fun all you want." He rolled his eyes. "You've got one hour to listen to that and then I'm taking it back. Hope you still have a CD player somewhere."
"Don't worry, Vision has one." Clint scowled as Wanda grinned cheekily at him. "Come on, we'd better get going so we can listen to the whole thing."
And so, you found yourself sitting on Wanda's bedroom floor as she popped the CD into Vision's old CD player, completely shocked at the music that began to play. Judging by Wanda's slackened jaw, she, too, was quite surprised.
"Wow - they were... really good!" you exclaimed, bobbing your head to the 90s-style rock music. "I would have never known Clint could sing."
"Me either!" Wanda leaned her back against her bedpost, shutting her eyes as she listened. You fell silent, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this incredible music was created in part by Clint Barton.
It took nearly the full hour Clint had offered you to listen to the whole CD. Rather than waiting for him to come hunt you both down, you and Wanda headed back to the common room where Clint had thankfully found a sitcom to watch instead of the news.
"Why do you hide this from everyone? You were amazing!" you praised, handing the CD case back to your mentor. He couldn't hide the grin that spread across his face.
"That was me in a past life. I just don't dwell on the past too much."
"But you were so much cooler back then!" Wanda teased.
"Hey - I like to think I'm still cool! I am an Avenger, you know."
"Just being an Avenger doesn't automatically make you cool. You've gotta look and act cool too," you argued.
"Oh, and I don't?"
"Eh..." You shrugged, laughing as he scowled and rolled his eyes. He wrapped an arm around each of you, squeezing you affectionately.
"You two are lucky I like you," he grumbled. "Anyway - now that you've finally gotten your wish and heard me singing, there's something I have to ask you both."
"Oh?"
"And what might that be?"
His eyes darted between the two of you for a moment, ducking his head as if to tell you a secret. Instinctively, you both leaned in a bit closer to listen to what he had to ask. His voice was a low, gruff rumble when he spoke.
"Are you... ticklish?"
Before either of you could react, he'd dug his fingers into your side where they rested, presumably doing the same to Wanda as she burst into laughter along with you. You shoved helplessly at his hand, trying to pry his fingers off your side. Clint tightened his grip with a ridiculous, evil-sounding laugh.
"CLIHINT!!" Wanda protested.
"Don't 'Clint' me! You two have been royal pains in the ass for the last few days! It's time I get some well-deserved payback!"
With a sudden burst of red light, Wanda freed herself from Clint's grip with ease using her magic. Taking advantage of his moment of surprise, you twisted harshly to try to break free as well, but his arm tightened around your waist just before you could stand.
"You know very well that I'm stronger than you," Wanda touted with a smirk.
"Yeah, yeah... only because you've got those magic powers of yours," he grumbled. His gaze turned to you with an impish smirk. "But you aren't stronger than me."
"I- but- Wanda will protect me, though!" You shot her a pleading look. "Right?"
"Well... you have been teasing him for days, you know," she hummed, a smirk pulling at her lips.
"What?? So have you!"
"I don't know what you're talking about." She took a seat on a separate chair, crossing her legs and leaning back as though preparing to watch the show.
"Oh-hoho! She betrayed you!" Clint laughed, digging his fingers into both your sides now that his other arm was free. You screeched and curled your knees up to your chest instinctively.
"WANDA! Yohou TRAHAITOR!"
"Bet you regret it now, huh?" Clint teased, slotting a hand between your legs and your torso to claw at your belly and bypass your defenses.
"N-ahah-nohope!"
"Oh yeah? Guess I'm not trying hard enough." He swiftly shifted to dig his hands into the middle of your ribcage, earning himself an explosion of laughter as you thrashed in his grasp. "Wow, you're worse than my kids, aren't you?"
"Oh, she's ridiculously ticklish," Wanda declared.
"SHUHUT UP- NO, NOHO, NO!" You squeezed your arms tight to your sides in protest as Clint tried shoving his fingers up under your arms.
"You can't hide from me - I have years of tickle monster experience. You should never have messed with me." Clint succeeded in his efforts, wriggling his fingertips into the narrow space you'd left under your arms. You attempted to let yourself topple over sideways to escape his tickling fingers. He held fast, shifting his grip to pin your back to his chest while continuing his torment.
"OK, OKAHAY! I GIHIVE!" you pleaded, muscles growing weak with laughter.
"Oh, she just doesn't want you to find your weak spot," Wanda interjected.
"Oh yeah? Where's that?"
"WANDA! DOHON'T YOU DAHAHARE!"
"Try the front of her ribs," she suggested, ignoring your protests. Without giving you time to react, he tugged his hands free from under your arms and began pinching rapidly at your lower front ribs. One final shrieky protest was all you had left before you fell silent with breathy laughter, tapping desperately at his hand to tap out. After another moment, he ceased his torment and released you from his hold. You leaned against the back of the couch in complete exhaustion.
"Let that be a lesson for you - don't mess with Hawkeye." Clint poked your side, chuckling as you squeaked.
"Noho! No mohore!" you whined. Shooting a glare at Wanda, you added, "And you are a traitor!"
"What? One of us had to bear the brunt of his payback, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be me."
"You're lucky you have magic on your side..." you grumbled. "Damn, I feel bad for your kids - you're ruthless."
"It's a required skill in the 'dad' job description," he jested. "Now - you two are going to keep this little band thing to yourselves, right?"
"Oh, of course."
"Absolutely."
"Good." He stood up, moving toward the door. "I've gotta go call the family, say goodnight to the kids. See you tomorrow."
"G'night, Clint!"
You listened as his footsteps faded down the hallway out of earshot, turning to Wanda.
"So... are we really gonna keep this secret?" you asked.
"Oh, absolutely not." She tilted her head toward the door. "Let's go tell Tony. Then everyone will know about it."
"Wait, hang on a minute." You reached around behind the throw pillow on the end of the couch, pulling out a blank CD case with Clint's band's CD inside. Wanda's jaw fell open in surprise, her eyes flashing with pride.
"You sneaky little witch!"
"Not that sneaky," you shrugged humbly, "He's just really easy to pull tricks on."
You were certain, as the two of you hurried to Tony's lab to share Clint's secret band music, that you'd be in trouble the moment Clint discovered the CD was missing. But honestly, Clint wasn't going to brag about his own accomplishments to the team, so somebody had to. And, after all -
You couldn't call yourselves his surrogate kids if you didn't push his buttons from time to time.
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You Promised!
“Boys clean your room!” Wanda yelled up the stairs to her sons.
All morning she had been asking them to clean their room and they were just ignoring her.
Fuming, she walked up the stairs and opened the door.
“How many times do I have to tell you this, clean your room now!”
“If we get a reward, then we will clean our room.” Tommy smirked reading a comic book. Billy agreed by nodding his head.
Wanda sighed.
“What do you want?” She asked them already knowing the answer.
The boys looked at each other and smirked then looked at Wanda.
“No.”
The boys frowned.
“Please!” Tommy begged.
“Yeah please we promise we will be gentle!” Billy echoed his brother.
Wanda sighed again.
“Fine if you can clean your room then you can tickle me.”
The boy’s faces lightened up and they grinned.
“Promise?” They both said.
“I promise.”
Billy nodded to his brother and before Wanda could stop him Tommy super sped his way picking up the entirety of the room in the blink of an eye.
“Done!” He smiled.
“You can’t super speed your way through everything we have been over this!”
Tommy giggled to himself.
“Now you have to let us,” Billy grinned and wiggled his fingers.
“W-well I don’t know...”
“Aww come on you promised!” The boys frowned again.
Wanda didn’t really want to be tickled but she hated the frowns.
And she did promise...
“Only for a little bit!” She sighed and sat on Billy’s bed, Wanda lifted up her shirt putting her hands above her head and braced for their wiggling fingers on her tummy.
“Okay go ahead,” she grinned.
The boys wiggled their fingers on Wanda’s bare extremely ticklish belly, and she giggled and laughed.
“Aw tickle tickle momma!” Billy teased as he scribbled his fingers into her tummy.
Tommy dug into her side and she squealed with giggles.
“Okahaaaay enoughhh!” She cackled with loud belly laughter.
“But we aren’t done yet!” Tommy said and poked her ribs teasing them with his fingers.
“Nohooooot the rihibs!” Wanda screamed with giggles and squirmed.
Billy leaned in and blew a raspberry on her tummy, and she howled with laughter.
Tommy smiled and blew one on her tummy as well, eliciting laughter from Wanda.
Both boys leaned and blew one on her belly at the same time and she lost it finally pushing their heads away.
“ENOUGH HAHAAAHAAAAAAA!” She was still giggling and holding her belly.
“You ok mom?” Billy asked.
“Yeah,” she smirked and pulled her shirt down.
“Love you boys,” she held her arms out and the boys hugged her.
“I think momma needs some revenge!” Wanda dug into her boy's sides and they both squealed and giggled before running off.
“Oh when I catch you, those tummies are going to be tickled to death!” She ran after them smiling.
“And that is a promise!”
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Okay so I didn't know you took requests but OMG I love your writing and all of your fics are amazing I love the I'm home series. I was just wondering if I can request a Wanda x Kate x Yelena fic
where Yelena comes up with a plan to see if Wanda is ticklish and recruits Kate to help her and they try to sneak up on Wanda but Kate does something clumsy alerting her to their presence and Yelena shoves Kate forward basically sacrificing her so she can getaway and Wanda uses her powers and tickles Kate who pleads and tells her it was Yelena's idea after letting Kate go she finds Yelena later and punishes her to.
And if you're not against could you introduce tickling weapons like feathers maybe ☺️
A/N: Hey hey! Thank you so much for the request! It took me a day longer since I became sick, but I was happy enough to finish it for you now! I hope you enjoy! 🥰
Word count: 3784
“He told me my fish would die, the next day-”
“DEAD!”
“He told me I’d grow a gut,-”
“And just like he said!”
“Please, for the love of god, make it stop…”
“He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head!”
“Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!”
Natasha let out a heavy groan, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sat on the couch next to Kate and Yelena. For once she wished they didn’t share the same braincell, although it was funny most of the time. Over time Kate and Yelena had become good friends, and recently they had made an unspoken arrangement to team up and annoy the other Avengers, Natasha being their favorite target for obvious reasons.
“Alright that’s it, I’m gonna go play with Liho, you two pick another victim for now,” She said, shooting a playful yet warning glare in their direction. Both of them understood, not wanting to push Natasha any further for now. They were smart enough to know they would end up teary-eyed and giggling for a while. Standing up from the couch, Natasha made her way out of the living room, yet turned to her sister before she left, her eyes softening as she sent the unspoken message: she wasn’t annoyed, and Yelena could join her whenever she wanted. The blonde felt her heart swell with love, gently nodding as a reply. She had planned on joining her anyway.
“Good to know that there’s at least one thing I’m better at than you,” Kate teased, immediately earning Yelena’s full attention. Well, she had planned on joining her.
“Kate Bishop, I dare you to repeat that,” She said, narrowing her eyes at the archer, who grinned even wider. She finally had grown confident enough to tease Yelena, even if it usually ended up with her being murdered.
“I mean, your singing wasn’t bad, but I get why it reminded Natasha of Liho,” The brunette continued, waggling her eyebrows at her friend. That teasing smirk quickly turned into a yelp as Yelena pounced on her, her hands immediately reaching for the blonde’s shoulders to push her away.
“Oh Katie, it’s almost like you WANT me to kill you,” Yelena smirked, drilling her thumbs into Kate’s hips, making the young girl shriek and buck on the couch. Helpless giggles filled the room as the archer tried to roll off the couch, both hands now pushing a little bit more desperate against Yelena’s shoulders.
“Okahahay okaahahaahahahay stahahahap! I’m sohohhohorry! Aahahahaha!!” Kate giggled hysterically, while Yelena cackled mischievously while shaking her head.
“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this so easily, prepare to die,” She chuckled, kneading the center of Kate’s stomach, knowing it tickled worse. Kate immediately reached for her wrists, laughing her head off while closing her eyes shut.
Out of the corner of her eye Yelena spotted movement, causing her to look up. Wanda had entered the room to get a glass of water, slowly walking over to them with a fond smile on her face. Seeing Kate getting wrecked by Yelena wasn’t an uncommon sight anymore, and it was fascinating how Kate never seemed to learn her lesson. With a shake of her head and a smile, the witch left the common room again. Yelena watched her leave, her tickles ceasing as an idea formed in her head. Kate slowly caught her breath, grateful for the break she was granted.
“Say…” Yelena started, making Kate look up at her with curious eyes. “Do you know if crazy witch lady is ticklish?” She asked, making the archer blink.
“You mean Wanda?” She asked, sitting on her elbows as the assassin scooted off of her. “I think she is, I think everyone is ticklish somewhere,” Kate said, earning a huff and a chuckle from her friend.
“Yeah and then you have you, Katie, who is ticklish everywhere~” She teased, causing Kate to blush with an embarrassed expression.
“Shut up! Anyway, my point is that she’s probably ticklish. Why?”
“I think Natasha has mentioned that she’s ticklish before, but I’ve never seen it first class,” Yelena said, causing Kate to snort loudly. The blonde looked at her, raising one eyebrow. “What?”
“You mean ‘first hand’?” She teased with a giggle, only to get smacked in the face with a pillow. She definitely should have seen that one coming.
“Shut up! Don’t make me tickle you again,” Yelena growled playfully, causing Kate to shake her head quickly. Yelena huffed with a satisfied grin. “That’s what I thought… instead, I want to test out my theory. How about we go and try to tickle Wanda?” She suggested with a sly grin, having a new ‘victim’, as Natasha loved to call it. Kate, who had recently overcome her fear for the witch after realizing she wasn’t a bad person, smiled widely and nodded.
“I’m curious myself now,” She said, excitement building up inside of her.
“Alright Katie, here’s what we’re gonna do…” Yelena grinned, both of them huddling up as they started discussing their plan.
Later that day, the duo was crouching in the hallway, currently spying on Wanda who was watching television on the giant couch, unaware of the two women with mischievous intent. The two were hiding behind a small cabinet, Yelena turning to her partner in crime. “Alright, you know the plan?” She asked one more time. Kate nodded.
“On your sign we run into the living room, we pounce on her and we give her no time to use her magic. If she’s ticklish, we tickle her until she can’t retaliate, if she’s not… well it was nice to have known you,” Kate said, a smile creeping on her face. Yelena nodded, a smile tugging at her lips as well. It was so much fun to bully new victims. She knew they had to be quick, because Wanda was not to be underestimated. Natasha respected her for a good reason, after all. She held up her hand, counting down from three, signaling Kate to get ready. However, when Kate got up to bolt, she bumped her knee against the cabinet, causing her to trip and tumble over Yelena, sending them both to the floor.
“Who’s there?” Wanda called out, slightly spooked since she had been too absorbed into her movie to notice someone near. Yelena mentally cursed and shot a glare at Kate, who sheepishly shrugged with a smile. Deciding there was only one possible thing left to do, she shoved the younger girl towards the living room, before bolting away in the opposite direction.
The archer yelped as she got shoved, landing face-down next to the couch. Wanda, who had turned around, noticed her and raised an eyebrow, amused and surprised at the same time. “Kate? Are you okay?” She asked, causing the brunette to look up at her, her eyes wide and her mind running even wilder.
Oh shit… She pushed me and ran off? That bitch! There’s no way I can do this on my own, Wanda will destroy me if I try to tickle her! Okay stay calm, she can’t know I was spying on her… try to make it look like you tripped while heading to the kitchen, yeah! That should work…
Wanda blinked at the many thoughts suddenly invading her head, before smiling widely. Now this was interesting. However, she decided to play dumb for now, curious to see where this would go.
“Oh hey Wanda!” Kate said way too excitedly, quickly getting on her feet as she started dusting off her pants. “I was on my way to the kitchen and I bumped my knee into the cabinet, silly me,” The archer said with a shrug, trying hard to suppress the nerves rising within her. A sly smile appeared on Wanda’s face as she stood up from the couch.
“To the kitchen, you say? “She asked, earning a nod from the brunette. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you took the hallway directly leading to the kitchen?” She asked with a smile, trying not to chuckle at the ‘oh fuck’ she heard in her head.
“Yeah, but… I was taking a detour, y’know, taking a small walk,” Kate said, sounding less confident already. Wanda raised an eyebrow at the archer, her smile growing wider.
“A walk inside the building? You know Kate, I’ll give you this… you truly are a bad liar,” The witch said, before making a swift movement with her hand. Next thing Kate knew, her feet were no longer touching the ground as she got lifted into the air with a loud squeal.
“Oh my god! Okay, this is weird,” She let out a giggle of anticipation, watching Wanda walk closer to her. She didn’t trust the grin on her face for one second.
“I think you’re hiding something from me, Kate,” Wanda said innocently, tilting her head to the side. “Are you hiding something from me?” She asked, causing Kate to shake her head quickly with wide eyes, obviously lying.
“No no! Nope, I’m not hiding anything, mhm,” She rambled, only making the truth more obvious for both of them. She really was a bad liar.
“Hmmm… well I guess I’ll have to be a little more persuasive to get you to talk,” Wanda grinned mischievously, making another fancy move with her hands. Before Kate could even start to wonder what she meant by that, she suddenly felt a strong tingle inside of her stomach, strong enough to make her gasp. She immediately wrapped an arm around it, already feeling giggles build up inside of her.
“Oh?” Wanda smirked, stepping closer as she increased the tingles. The brunette started to snicker, clutching her own stomach while drifting into the air. “Does that tickle? Am I tickling you?” The witch teased, causing the dam to break for the poor archer.
“Aahahahha! Whahahahat ihihis thihihihis?! Maahahahake it stohohohop!” She giggled, starting to blush at the word ‘tickle’. She noticed Wanda’s magic, the ‘red wisps’ as people called them, appear next to her sides, and she could only watch as it moved towards her stomach. The moment it touched her skin, it felt as if her stomach was being tickled by multiple feathers, causing her to squeal with laughter.
“NO! NOHHOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHHAHA THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!” The brunette cried out, throwing her head back as she started to pat at her own stomach. She quickly realized, to her horror, that no matter how much she tried to slap the magic away, there was nothing she could do to stop the ticklish sensations.
Wanda smiled widely, her tongue slightly sticking out to the side as she stood in front of Kate, watching the archer turn into a giggling mess. She was truly happy Kate was no longer scared of her, since she found the girl adorable, and this was the perfect time to start bonding with her.
“So… anything you want to tell me?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as Kate shook her head. “Nooo? Guess I’m not persuasive enough yet…” Wanda teased, slowly wiggling her nails upwards towards her socked feet. Kate’s eyes widened immediately and she tried to squirm away, only to realize she couldn’t move her legs and was barely able to wiggle her feet.
Wanda wiggled her nails against the bottoms of the brunette’s feet, making her shriek with laughter while throwing her head backwards, all while hugging her own belly. The witch scribbled at her heels and arches, before fluttering her nails under her toes, only to return back down to her heels. Kate howled with laughter, unable to handle all the tickles at once. Her stomach tingled like crazy from inside out, the magic made it feel like there were feathers caressing her skin, and the gentle strokes on her feet tickled worse than anything Yelena had ever done to her.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! MAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! IHIHIHIHI’LL TAAHAHAHAHALK!!” She shrieked, tears of laughter shining at the corners of her eyes, her cheeks bright red from both blushing and laughing so much. Wanda smirked and immediately ceased her tickles, allowing the young girl to breathe.
“Ah… ohoho man… ohoho that tihihickled… hah…” Kate giggled, taking deep breaths as she caught her breath, before turning to Wanda with a sheepish grin. “Do you promise not to murder me after I tell you?” She asked, earning a smirk from the witch.
“That will depend on how truthful you are~,”
“Gah… okay here goes… Yelena and I were curious if you were ticklish, so we planned to ambush you, yet when I bumped into the cabinet she sacrificed me and ran off,” Kate said, grumbling the last part while folding her arms, making Wanda chuckle again. She knew that what she said was true, and honestly wasn’t even surprised about Yelena being the mastermind behind it.
“Alright first things first… I know you’re telling the truth, because I read your mind as soon as you entered the room,” The witch said with a teasing grin, Kate’s jaw dropping wide open.
“Wait… you can read minds?? Then why did you tickle me in the first place!” She cried out at the betrayal.
“That was because you were lying to me,” Wanda said with a smile, slowly walking behind the archer, who was still floating on her back in the air. “This… well, this is for planning to tickle me,” She smirked, gently skittering her nails up and down Kate’s sides. The brunette let out another shriek and slammed her arms to her sides, grateful for the movement she had yet unable to fully block the tickles.
“Nohohohoho stahahahahap! I’m sohohohohorry! Aahhahaha thahahahat tihihihickles!! Wandaaaaaaaahahahahahaahahahahaha!!” She turned back into a giggling, hysterical mess in no time, with Wanda tickling her sides, ribs, back, neck, and even her ears with the most gentle, maddening tickles she had ever experienced. When Kate’s cheeks were bright red again and her giggles too fast to protest anymore, Wanda lowered her to the ground with a smirk, gently laying her down as she showed her mercy.
“Now… that was a warning, for when you think about tickling me again in the future,” She smirked, winking at the young archer, who quickly nodded while still giggling.
“I was just curious! Yelena is the one who came up with the plan!” Kate whined with a huff.
“Oh I know, and she’s going to pay for it too,” Wanda promised with a smirk, crouching next to her. “Now… there might be a chance you’ll get off of my ‘going to get tickled because I feel like it’ list…” She said, smiling mischievously as Kate’s eyes went wide again, now fully realizing the consequences of her actions. “... if you tell me how to tickle Yelena to death,” She concluded.
Kate blinked, tilting her head in that cute way. “If I give you tips on how to wreck Yelena, I get off your list?” She questioned, earning another chuckle from her friend.
“I’d say there’s a 50/50 percent chance, but yes, it’ll be in your favor,” Wanda nodded.
The archer grinned mischievously, not a single trace of doubt in her mind. Oh this was going to be good; she had quite a bit of information about Yelena’s tickle spots, thanks to Natasha.
They both expected Yelena to be on guard for the rest of the remaining day, so Wanda knew it would be best to strike the next day. Just like they thought, the blonde was nowhere to be seen, but that only gave the two of them more time to prepare. She had asked if Kate wanted to get revenge, but the archer had quickly shaken her head, claiming Yelena’s revenge would be even worse. So, the next day, Wanda made her way through the compound, searching for Yelena.
Yelena and Natasha were cuddling on the couch, the blonde laying on top of her sister as they watched television, both of them distracted. Wanda grinned as she finally spotted Yelena, considering her options since she didn’t want to invoke Natasha’s wrath for interrupting their cuddles, before deciding she’d probably end up alright. With a swift move, she lifted Yelena into the air, who let out a strangled yelp. Natasha looked up in surprise and alarm, immediately spotting Wanda. Wordlessly, she raised an eyebrow, the question crystal clear.
“Don’t worry, Natasha, I just need Yelena for a moment, since she obviously thought she escaped from the payback coming for her,” She said with a wink, turning her head towards the younger sister. Natasha immediately calmed down, a curious smile appearing on her face while Yelena, who had been cursing and protesting, now let out a loud groan. Oh no.
“This one thought it was a good idea to team up with Kate, to try and tickle me,” Wanda explained with a grin, lowering Yelena on the couch, using her powers to pin her down on her back. “However, when things turned sour, she sacrificed Kate and made a run for it, making our beloved archer suffer quite a bit. So, I think it’s only fair if you get your fair share too,” She grinned at the younger sister.
“Crazy witch lady, you better let me go right now!” Yelena tried to sound threatening, yet failed in doing so as a nervous smile crept onto her face. She knew she was going to get tickled, and anticipation was building up inside of her. Wanda smirked down at her, wasting no time as she wiggled her fingers in the air above her, before digging into her ribs. The blonde shrieked and immediately arched her back, tugging at her trapped arms.
“Nohohohohohoho!! Noohohoho stohohohop ihihihihit!! StaaaHAHAHAHHAHAP!” Her laughter shot up in volume as the witch kept squeezing up and down her ribs, her head shaking side to side. Wanda grinned and, following Kate’s instructions, suddenly switched spots to throw Yelena off guard, her nails ticklishly scratching against her stomach.
“BAAHAHAHHAHAHA NOHOHHOHOO! NATASHAAAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHEHELP!” The younger sister shot a look towards her sister, yet to her horror Natasha shook her head, watching her with folded arms and a smile.
“Sorry little one, it seems you got yourself into this mess,” The redhead teased, ignoring the glare she got from Yelena as she winked at her.
“As an Avenger, you cannot sacrifice your friends, it’s a very important rule Yelena,” Wanda teased, flicking her hands once more to summon her red wisps. Next thing she knew, Yelena felt the sensation of fingernails scribbling behind her knees, along with the fingernails scratching at her stomach, sending her straight into a new wave of laughter.
“IHIHIHIHIHI’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU FOHOR THIIIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS!!” She cried out, once again trying to sound threatening. However, with her eyes closed shut and a massive wide grin on her face, Wanda couldn’t help but adore Yelena in that moment.
“Sure you will, but until then I’ll tickle you until you’re nothing more than a puddle of giggles,” The witch teased, sneaking both hands under the assassin’s arms as she lightly wiggled her fingers, earning deep-belly laughs and even more threats. When her laughter turned wheezy, Wanda pulled away and stopped her tickles, granting Yelena the same break she had given to Kate. The younger sister was still giggling yet caught her breath faster than Kate had, her entire upper body feeling tingly as she tried to get up.
“Ah ah, you’re getting a moment to breathe but I’m not done yet,” Wanda smirked, pulling a stiff feather from inside her coat, smiling widely at the gasp she heard. Yelena looked at her with wide eyes, shaking her head quickly. “A little birdie, no wait actually, a little puppy told me a certain weakness of yours,” She said, moving to sit on Yelena’s shins.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you even DAHAHARE!” She cried out, already bursting into loud giggles when she felt a gentle brush against her toes. Wanda grinned over her shoulder at the blonde, playfully wiggling her eyebrows as she started to swipe the feather side to side underneath her toes. Within seconds Yelena was cackling hysterically again, her toes unable to avoid the ticklish touches, thanks to the magic.
“Oh but I do dare, actually,” She teased, sawing the feather between her helpless toes, using her free hand to tickle the middle of her other foot. While the witch had granted her the freedom to move her arms again, her feet were stuck in place, which only made it tickle more. Her ‘red wips’ had returned, tickling at the tops of her knees in that gentle, maddening way. Yelena banged one fist on the couch, shrieking with laughter from the tickles on her most ticklish spots.
“WAHAHANDA PLEHEHEHEHEHHEASE!! I’M SOHOHHOHORRY! MAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAAHAHAP!” Yelena cried out, making the witch cease her attack by surprise. This was the first time the blonde had called her by her actual name, and not the ‘crazy witch lady’ she had grown used to. She smirked and turned around to face Yelena, the feather still lightly brushing over the tops of her toes.
“You’re sorry?” She asked with a smile, causing the pinned assassin to nod with loud giggles. “Hmmm… alright, I’ll let you live for now,” She smirked, and Yelena felt the invisible force holding her down disappear.
“So, what did you learn?” Wanda asked with a teasing smile, earning a huff from Yelena. “Next time I won’t count on Kate Bishop, and I’ll come for you myself,” She replied, a smile tugging at her lips as she noticed the ever-so-faint nervous look Wanda got, before shaking it off with a roll of her eyes.
“You’re as impossible as your sister,” She said, winking at Natasha who simply shot her a playful glare. “But I’m gonna let you go for now, since I don’t want to face your sister’s wrath for actually killing you and interrupting your cuddle time any longer,” Wanda teased, waving at them both before leaving the living room. Natasha watched her go with a smile, before turning to Yelena with an even bigger smile.
“You’re gonna go after her, aren’t you?” She asked, opening her arms so Yelena could crawl on top of her again, which the blonde did immediately.
“I’m thinking Kate also deserves a visit… she obviously helped Wanda,” She grumbled, earning a chuckle from Natasha. “She did that after you left her to suffer, so…”
“As an Avenger you can’t sacrifice your friends, right? She clearly sacrificed me by giving highly sensitive information to the enemy, so I’ll need to have a word with her,” Yelena concluded with a nod and a smile. Natasha simply shook her head, rubbing her hand over her sister’s back.
“Sure sure… after cuddling, though, right?” The redhead asked, earning a bump to her chin as Yelena nodded.
“After cuddling,”
#Marvel#Black Widow#Natasha Romanoff#Yelena Belova#Kate Bishop#Wanda Maximoff#Scarlet Witch#Hawkeye#Natasha x Yelena#Kate x Yelena#Wanda x Kate x Yelena#ticklish!Yelena#ticklish!Kate#Fluff#Tickling#I love them so much
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—wandanat x fem/afab!reader
༺ tw || SMUT MDNI, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wandanat & sub!reader, top!wandanat & bottom!reader, strap (r receiving | w giving), grinding, praise kink?, some impact play (one spanking lmao), overstim, packing (w), giving head (w’s strap | r giving), reader’s described to be shy, not proofread
༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference
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It was dark in the room, a light blue light peeking in keeping it every so often from the curtains being blown around by the AC. You were wide awake, having squirming around for maybe twenty minutes. Neither of them had work, and neither did you. It was a Saturday, a holiday weekend. None of you had work today or tomorrow for that matter.
Wanda was incredibly quiet, the position she’s in extremely similar to the one she had fallen asleep in. Natasha’s the opposite; breathing heavily into the bed with one limb touching you or Wanda at all times. Meaning, most nights you slept behind Natasha, her back facing you so you’re not getting forcefully wrapped. Her embrace is lovely, but not when it’s making your temperature rise over 90° degrees.
She’s still somehow found herself curling around you, her leg resting above yours; the second you’ve begun to pull your leg free, she’s pushing off the bed. She’s obviously half asleep, but her eyes brows are furrowed, concern laced in her expression.
“Why’re you up so early, Kit? It’s like 6:30.”
You check and she’s right, the clock reading 6:27. She’s waiting, eyes heavy but still trying to stay open. You’re not sure why. Too much time goes by, her arms pulling you down into her hold.
“Go back to sleep.”
“But I’m not tired—“
She shushes you, “sleep. It’s too early.”
You try to knock her arms away, growing fidgety when her fingers inch closer to where you’re ticklish. It turns into a bit of a brawl, unfortunately with Natasha winning despite being half awake.
“Why’re you guys up,” Wanda asks, exhaustion seeping into her tone, “if you’re going to be loud, take it into the living room.”
You begin to feel bad, understanding that she had gotten back late last night. Natasha had set a bath after your little event yesterday morning. The only time you saw her was when she had come to say her goodbyes and when she crawled into bed.
You don’t remember much of the day, having fallen asleep an hour after your warm bath. The excessive sleep might be why you were up so early on your own.
“Sorry.”
“You’re fine, just keep it down.”
Natasha ends up staying awake, sitting dazed in the living room. Her hair, usually set in a braid when she sleeps, was unraveled; the wavy hair framing her face also fell into yours from where your head rested on her shoulder.
“I still don’t forgive you for this,” you emphasize your words, sliding your finger down your neck to press on the darkened mark.
“Good.”
You laugh when she noses at your neck, pressing a light kiss to the opposite side of where the mark lay. You can’t help but to shiver, the feeling of her lips and the cold affecting you.
“Aww, are you cold?”
“No,” you mumble, but accept her tighter hold with greed, fingers gripping into her sleep shirt. It was then that your stomach decided to break the moment, embarrassing you.
“We could grab breakfast while Wanda finished sleeping in. There’s a restaurant Wanda and I like just down the road.”
“Oh, sure, I’d love to.”
It was even colder outside, the lack of sun causing the cold to manifest its self everywhere. You had Natash’s coat wrapped around you, given to you by her since she fretted over your less than warm coat.
The wind blew, making you shiver and push faster to keep up with Natasha. Her ability to exude warmth even in 50° weather amazes you. She holds the door for you, slipping a hand by your waist once you’ve entered. The gesture making you nervous, focusing entirely too much on her hand’s placement and not the menu in front of you.
It was cute inside, the menu written in chalk behind the counter. Small plans lined the counters and walls, creating a honey vibe. All of these details went unnoticed to you until Natasha’s fingers pinch at your skin.
“What’s got you so spacey, hm?”
“Sorry,” you turn your gaze away, the puffy fabric of her coat ruffling with your movement.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Oh look! We’re next to order.”
Natasha glances forward, “there’s two more people.”
“Oh oops, I haven’t decided what I want yet.”
She lets it go, moving in front when your time to order comes. You pull at her shirt after, feeling the need to get the guilt off your chest after seeing her pay for your food.
“You don’t have to keep paying for me, I really am thankful but I have my own job for a reason.”
She’s putting her wallet back in her pocket, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “and there’s also a reason why I’m here with you. Let me care for you.”
“I know,” you lead on, “but this is money you’ve worked hard for. It’s not free like everything else.”
“Am I going around kissing everyone on the street?”
“What? No.”
“Exactly.”
You huff, a smile on your face when though you wish it weren’t there. In response to her buying, you offer to bring it back. She denied at first before letting you help seeing as it brought a smile to your face.
Wanda was in a similar state to how Natasha looked when you came back, eyes half lidded when you both enter. She smiles at the sight, “you two are cute, did you go to that breakfast place?”
“We did, I got something for you to.”
She places it front of her before walking by towards the shower, leaving you with Wanda. She gestures for you, showing you the screen on her phone. An event at a nearby art center, where they were displaying an exhibition.
“I can buy tickets if you’d like to go, I remember you mentioning art school when we first met.”
It was crazy that you first met them just over a week ago when the moments you had with them lately felt like you’ve known them forever. They walked with you back to your house, stopping by momentarily for you to pick up a few things seeing as you’ve all decided you’ll be staying the weekend.
The event wasn’t until later, around dinner time. When the sun had begun to set you three left from their apartment seeing as it was closer to three museum. Wanda’s shadow stands above you, grabbing your attention.
“At the museum there’ll be some ground rules, alright?”
You glance up from putting your shoes on, “okay.”
“Look at me. Don’t run off without at least one of us beside you—there’ll be a lot of people.”
You nod and she continues, “and I know you’re good for us, but if we ask you to move somewhere, I advise you it’s best to listen and not talk back.”
You welcome the kiss from her after, leaning towards her when she pulls away. Her thumb rubs your cheek, “later, if you’re good.”
Her words are a faint whisper, eliciting a response from you. She smiles at your compliance, calling out to Natasha.
It wasn’t difficult to stay close to them, the large crowds making you anxious. The exhibit was beautiful, the paintings and art pieces a contrast from the cream colored walls. Some were simple, paintings showing a lovely landscape. Some were abstract, multiple colors and shades painting a vibrant picture. Wanda preferred to read the manuscript beside each painting, taking her time throughout the exhibit. Natasha was more intrigued by your conversations, learning about each painting through audible description.
There was a section you hadn’t visited, the one on the third level. It was the one you were most looking forward to, the main room you were looking forward to. With how slow Wanda was navigating the room next to the exhibit, you were being driven up the wall. You wonder if she knew. The speed she had feeling like it was slowing down as you got to the end of the room. That’s when you’ve begun to grow impatient. You tried to be appreciative, but you were burnt out and your back was beginning to ache from standing so straight. Wanda had been keeping a hand on your back throughout the night, tapping when she felt you’ve started to slouch again. A faint whine reaches her ear. The expression on your face tired but guilty once she’s looks over at you.
“Hmm?”
“Can we move faster?”
“No, lm having a nice time looking around this room.”
“Then can Natasha and I go together?”
“To that one,” she asks, pointing across the hall to the room you’ve been eyeing the past twenty minutes, “that’s what we came for, kitten. Wait until I’ve finished so we can all go together.”
“No,” you whine, but it’s cut short immediately.
“Do you want to go home?”
“No.”
“Then cut that out now.”
You stop whining, but your impatience still makes its appearance in other ways. You try to distract yourself by talking with Natasha, pulling on Wanda’s arm to make her move faster once she’s reached the last artwork in the room. Each work she reads off the plaque felt like it’s being read in 0.25 speed, not a single word went unread. Your nails were pushing into Natasha’s arm, plastering a smile on your face when Wanda looks back at you. There’s a knowing look on her face; the pained look on Natasha’s face and your tense body language says everything.
“I’m ready to move on,” she finally says.
You and Natasha both sigh in relief for different reasons. Wanda laughs, patting your back as she walks down the hallway.
Your nails unhook themselves from Natasha’s arm, feeling guilty at the nail prints.
“Sorry,” you mumble, rubbing at the marks, “I didn’t realize.”
“It’s fine,” she brings a finger to rub at where you’ve attempted to hide her mark, the faint touch making you shiver.
It seems nice at first, getting to the exhibit you’ve been waiting for. You have had a lovely time, but everything faded away after Wanda had praised you. Her words were spoken close to your ear, words laced with lust, stating how she’s going to reward you. This time you were squirming for something else, impatience burning inside you along with something else. Curiosity.
The second their apartment door was opened, Wanda was on you. She had you up against the wall, the one directly across from the front door. A hand was holding your thigh, hooking it around her waist, allowing her to push further into you. You find it was all intentional when she grinds her hips against yours, pulling a gasp from you when you realize.
“Wands—“
She cuts you off with a slap your thigh, “try again.”
“Mommy,” you say and she nods, willing you to continue, “is that—?”
Her smile is an answer, cold fingers slide under your shirt, circling around to squeeze your ass. You keen, body sliding against hers.
“Get on your knees,” she breathes, pulling away from you.
The sight of looking up at her is pulling the air from your lungs. She’s silently demanding you keep your eyes on her with how tight she’s holding your chin.
“Pat my thigh twice if you need to stop, alright?”
“Yes mommy.”
She moans, making quick work of undoing the belt wrapped around her waist with one hand, her other leaning over you. Her belt falls to the floor, the clanging noise making you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of her tapping the tip against your bottom lip brings a blush to your cheeks.
“Open your lips, kitten.”
You do, the feeling of her pushing in has your head hitting the wall behind you. She’s enjoying the sight of you, eyebrows tied together, hands shyly hovering over her thighs. She keeps a hand on her waist, pushing and starting a rhythm that has you moaning. You’re a mess under her, head resting against the wall, jaw relaxed to take her comfortably. Your sounds are muffled around her length, choked and gasping.
She’s deciding it’s enough when tears spill from your eyes. Your chin glistens, lips swollen from her ministrations and it’s all driving her crazy. She’s helping you off the floor, dusting your knees off before carrying you to the bedroom. You’re in a koala hold, legs wrapped around her waist.
“Feel how wet you made it,” she sweet talks, pulling your bottom half off the bed, “it’s all because of you.”
You whine, gripping onto her wrists that lie beside your head. She pecks your lips, “please tell me you’ll say whenever you feel in pain, or uncomfortable, or if you need to stop?”
“I will,” you breathe, “I promise.”
She lines up before pushing her hips forward, eyes growing cloudy at the sounds you make as she bottoms out. You wince when it pushes up, her size stretching you out still.
She runs a finger around where you meet, “you’re so tight around me.”
Her hips jerk unexpectedly, pressing against a spot that makes you see white. You’re whining, begging her to move with a push of your legs around her waist.
Your moans echos throughout the room, loud and airy. Natasha’s been in the shower long than usual, fingers moving in circles around her clit at your pretty sounds. Unbeknownst to her Wanda’s doing the same for you, a thumb rubbing against your bud until you feel you’re about to blackout.
“Mommy—please can I?”
“Yes,” it’s a simple response but it’s all you’re needing to hear, a choked whimper bubbling out from your throat as you’ve been brought to the edge.
Wanda flips you over, not giving you a moment and pressing your face into the mattress with the force of each thrust. You couldn’t help but to cry out into the sheets, the pleasure she brought on overwhelming you.
“Mommy!”
“Mm, you’re taking it so well. I’m so proud, you want to make me proud, right?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you gasp, reaching a hand to grip at the sheets above your head, pushing back against her. The pleasure from your orgasm before increases each time her tip presses deeper into you.
“Please, please—I’m going to again.”
“Beg.”
“Mommy, please let me come. I’ve been good.”
Natasha comes to sit by the edge, a towel thrown tied across her body. She’s thankful for leaving when she did, it was the perfect time to watch you come a second time, body writing from the pleasure overwhelming your body.
Natasha brushes the tears from your eyes, hoping to distract you from Wanda pulling out.
“How’re you feeling?”
“Hold me?”
She complies, not caring about the thin shine on your body despite having just finishing a shower. It was only a “shower” anyways.
She’s holding you until Wanda’s finished throwing on a large shirt, clothes from before thrown into the hamper. Natasha passes you over so she can do the same, leaving to step inside their closet.
“Shh, you did so good.”
She runs a hand down your arm, smiling at the goosebumps forming from her touch. You’re out of breath, forehead leaning against her cold chest to fight the heat wrapped around your body.
“Would you like to take a shower, a bath?”
“A showers fine,” you respond, voice raspy.
You both actually ended up taking a shower because your legs shook when you tried to stand. Wanda was concerned you’d slip, especially seeing how your hips swayed. She spares you any teasing, carefully walking you into the bathroom.
“People are going to know you two mess with me,” you speak up from your place in the bathtub, watching Wanda brush her hair in front of the mirror.
“They might. Is this something you’re worried about?”
“Yeah,” you circle the water around your finger, “I love it, I’m just shy showing it to others.”
“And that’s alright. Not everyone will get it as good as you do, you don’t have to be shy.”
“Oh. Okay well that’s—“
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drink up, me hearties
pirate king wanda x fem reader
words: 1.4k
warnings: **18+ ONLY** consensual somno, oral, fi*ngering, scissoring, lesbians in ~love.
a/n: "ease back into it," i said. "take your time, there's no rush," i said... anyway, here's some seggs! any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is encouraged and greatly appreciated! xo
part 1 ❀ part 2 ❀ part 3
Slumber begins to elude you, awareness trickling in slowly. Glaring sunlight shines directly across your face and you squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, turning away from it. Your brows furrow slightly, though, as a certain sensation starts to dawn on you, coming from between your thighs. It's almost ticklish, never failing to make you squirm, and you can never tell if it's to get away from it or to push closer.
The sound of it alerts you next, the wet glide of a tongue and slick sucking from full lips reaches your ears, and even before you open your eyes there’s a rush of heat surging to your cheeks. You know what you'll find once you glance down, and it does not disappoint.
Wanda is already staring back, a slow grin stretching across her mouth as she pulls away long enough to murmur, “Good morning, my angel,” and then she's right back to what she was doing.
You let out a raspy whimper as Wanda drags her tongue from your opening up to your clit, circling it lazily, just to make you writhe the way she loves. Her cheeks are flushed, likely from the combination of also having woken up recently and from the way she's taken to waking you up. Atop her head, her hair is a wild mess, tangled in places and sticking up in others. She's still the most handsome person you've ever seen.
Of their own volition, your thighs spread that much further, allowing your lover more space to do as she pleases. It is in your favor that what she decides to please is you.
She has your sleeping gown rucked up around your waist, and you know without even asking that she probably grumbled to herself about it being in the way, since she prefers to sleep in the nude and has begged you to do the same, but you can't help worrying about one of the crew finding you in such a vulnerable state.
And it’s not like it really matters anyway, what with the extremely thin material it's made of leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination of what lies beneath it. You can see your nipples tightening through it and it makes you feel like a harlot, though you've learned to appreciate that feeling, have embraced it after Wanda’s hearty encouragement.
Your thoughts are stripped away in an instant when Wanda begins sloppily kissing her way down to your entrance, dipping her tongue inside the same way she does your mouth. You moan, high and drawn out, sliding a hand down to bury in her hair, not to guide, but for something to hold on to. She makes a noise of contentment and continues to slowly thrust her tongue in and out of you.
The pacing is driving you to madness, practically glacial, like there's no rush, like she isn't making every inch of your skin tingle with anticipation. Your pleasure builds and builds, inching closer to your high, but so slowly you feel as if you could cry.
Suddenly, you feel her fingers join her tongue, and your legs attempt to clamp around her head, but with a soft huff, Wanda is pushing them open again, using her arms to keep them that way. Your pussy immediately clenches down on her fingers, a strangled whine catching in your throat, hips twitching up into her touch. She groans, the vibration of the sound only adding to everything else her mouth and hands are doing.
With your free hand, you tug your sleeping gown even higher, exposing the rest of your torso to the warm morning air, just so you can pinch at your nipples. You gasp as you do, the spark of pain sending a zing of pleasure straight to your core. Wanda moans at the sight, blessedly picking up the pace of her fingers. She pauses every few thrusts to curl them against your sweet spot, rubbing at it incessantly until you're crying out so loud you're sure someone’s heard you.
You let go of her hair, using that arm to prop yourself up on your elbow so you can better watch what she's doing. Although, as you stare at the way her fingers glisten with your wetness, see it shine on and around her mouth, and as you meet her heated gaze, you're not sure if it was the most intelligent choice. Your head drops back, baring your throat as you pant for breath, thighs trembling on either side of Wanda. Your fingers haven't stopped plucking at your nipples, and as you approach your climax, you pinch harder, twist tighter.
Wanda focuses her mouth back on your clit, sucking on it harshly, forcing out sob after sob from you. Your hips jerk upward, wordlessly begging for more. Happy to oblige, Wanda squeezes your thigh in silent command to leave it there, then uses her other hand to replace her mouth on your clit, rubbing at it in quick circles.
“Wanda,” you cry out, curling forward briefly before falling onto your back once again, knees hitching higher.
“You sound so fucking beautiful,” she praises, her voice still a little gravelly from sleep. “Look so perfect taking my fingers.”
“Please, Wanda,” you beg, so close to the earth-shattering orgasm you're sure is on the horizon.
She kisses at the crease of your thigh, sucks a mark there for good measure. “I simply cannot wait for your present from the glass blower.”
Your toes curl at the reminder. She'd put in a special order for a piece that would be… phallic shaped. Just thinking of something filling you more than her fingers—which are already incredibly talented in their own right—has your back bowing off the bed, breath seizing in your lungs, as every ounce of white-hot pleasure pools in your cunt, and like a dam breaking, you come with a gasping wail. Your entire body jerks through your climax and you sob as Wanda draws it out even longer, trying and failing to catch your breath.
Which is only made harder when Wanda abruptly pulls away, and you foolishly think you can finally begin to relax, but then she's quickly climbing up the bed and straddling one of your legs, aligning her warm, wet pussy with yours and grinding them together messily. You whine as she groans, pushing the leg she's not sitting on higher, clutching it so hard you're sure her fingernails will leave marks. Your pussy is still so sensitive after coming, and you try to wriggle and writhe, but she's using her strength to hold you down, and it only succeeds in furthering your desire.
“Close, so close,” she gasps, head tipping back towards the ceiling.
Your vision blurs with tears as you're pushed into oversensitivity, but the burn of too much feels much too good to really try and stop it. With hiccuping cries, your own fingers dig into any part of Wanda that you can reach, bucking up into her filthy grinding to help her chase her climax.
“So good to me, so perfect,” she babbles, “I love you, my sweet angel, you feel so—you feel like sin, my god, I love you, I love you, I love you!”
You open your mouth to return the sentiment, but all that comes out are strained whines.
Wanda’s movements start to become less coordinated, and it's not a moment too soon, as you feel a second orgasm cresting within you.
“With me this time,” she instructs, clenching her jaw and grunting, sending a shiver down your spine.
She grinds down harder, your hips tilt higher. Your moans are harmonious as you both come, Wanda now lazily moving until she slows to a stop.
The air is filled with the sounds of your heaving breaths. It feels like lightning is crackling across your flesh, a bone-deep satisfaction settling in you. Wanda gently lifts off of you and carefully lays your leg down on the bed before gracefully falling beside you with a gusty sigh. You press your thighs together, twitching at the pressure and feeling more heat bloom in your cheeks at the messy slide between them.
“I love you too,” you finally manage to murmur, voice cracking.
Wanda hums, shakily propping herself up on her elbow to peer down at you with a happy, smug grin.
“I’ll bet the entire crew heard you,” she teases, laughing when you halfheartedly swat at her in reprimand. “One of these days I’ll convince you to let me have you on the deck, so that not only the crew, but all of the heavens can hear how beautiful you sound when I take you apart.”
You hide your face in her neck, allowing her to wrap you in her embrace as she laughs again at your bashfulness. Silently, you're already planning to let her do just that, but only after your special present is ready.
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Fighting the Tickle Monster
Request: Hi! First of all, your fics are amazing and cute and I'm so sorry for the haters you're getting! If that's okay, I wanted to give you a little prompt for Wanda and reader. Like, since joining the compound, reader has always seen Wanda being the tickle monster (she gave herself that title!) so they get Wanda, only to find out she is a huge and adorable walking tickle spot! You're free to add whatever you want, even other characters, I don't mind :)
Notes: Thank you so much for this cute request! I appreciate your patience waiting for this fic! I hope you enjoy :)
Word Count: 2030
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You were new to the Avengers, as this was only your second week living in the compound with all of them. You were still in awe of the structure and layout of your new living space. The highest technology, finest finishes, and updated appliances. For now, you had your own room, but you were never alone for long. Especially since the rest of the Avengers loved hanging out as a group downstairs in the common area.
You had many mentors who helped lead the way for you. As you learned more about how to be a great superhero, you also learned a lot more about the roles around the compound. Yelena was the prankster, roping in Kate and Peter so she could split the punishment. Peter and Kate were young and maybe just a tad bit scared of Yelena. They figured it was better to split the punishment three ways rather than two. Natasha was definitely the mom of the group, caring and strong, while always looking out for your safety and well-being first. Steve was the goofy one, always cracking corny jokes and happened to be an amazing chef as well. Tony was the uptight, serious, all work no play guy around there. Thor, Bruce, and Clint were chill dudes, who bonded over their lack of understanding of what young people do these days. Lastly, Wanda was the one who would do anything to protect anyone, but she also had a mischievous side and couldn’t help messing with people given her powers.
From what you’ve seen so far, whenever Yelena would try to pull pranks with Kate and Peter, Wanda would be the first to punish them with tickles. Her powers allowed her to pin all three of them at once while still having both her hands free. Natasha would sometimes join in to help her or give away Yelena’s weaknesses. Even though you were new here, Yelena still tried to rope you in as much as possible. Today, you were involved in your first quadruplet prank, which you learned the hard way to not do.
The four of you had put on swim flippers, dragging mud prints into the compound, trying to scare the others that an animal had walked through and left footprints. You guys were able to execute it quickly, running into the garage to take off the flippers and hide them. You knew this was a harmless prank since Wanda could use her magic to clean it up in seconds. However, your flippers were stuck and you couldn’t get them off in time, when the garage door opened and Wanda caught you guys in the act.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wanda asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nothing…” You said, avoiding eye contact and trying to move out of sight.
“Seems like Y/N has gotten roped into one of Yelena’s famous pranks huh?” The witch said, knowing that Yelena and the rest of the crew were hiding nearby.
“I wasn’t doing anything!” You blurted out.
The witch knew you were lying, as she could hear your thoughts.
“Really?” Wanda said, smirking a little before sending some magic towards you. In seconds you felt ticklish sensations on your ribcage, making you double over with laughter and wrap your arms around yourself, to no avail.
“Wahahanda stahahahap gehehet ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, struggling to stay standing.
“Not until you spill the truth,” Wanda said, upping the sensation, making you fall to the ground laughing. It also didn’t help that she had added sensations to your armpits. Wanda slowly made her way over to you, as you were a giggly mess on the floor. Your superpower was the ability to shut your nerves off. However, you were too ticklish and couldn’t concentrate enough to focus.
“C’mon Y/N, what’s the matter? Can’t turn your ticklishness off?” Wanda asked, now picking you up and flying back into the living room with you, and pinning you with her powers. With that, she continued the sensations and began to tickle your sides with her sharp nails.
“GAHAHAHA WAHAHANDA STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you screamed with laughter.
“Better fess up who else is in cahoots with you,” the witch teased, speeding her fingers up.
“AHAHAHA NEHEHEVER,” you cried, unable to squirm and knowing that if you didn’t fess up, she would tickle you to tears.
“Tell the tickle monster, before she makes you pee your pants,” Wanda teased, moving down to your feet.
“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE OKAHAHAY IHIHI GHIHIVE,” you shouted, knowing that once someone got a hold of your feet, you were done for.
“Tell me,” Wanda demanded, as you giggled from the lingering sensation.
“Ihihi ahaha was wihith Yelena, Kate, and Peter,” you huffed out, lying there in defeat.
“Ohh interesting,” Wanda said teasingly, as you knew she already knew all the details, wanted to tickle you to get you to confess.
“You’re evil, you know that,” you said playfully.
“Glad you picked up on that in the short time you’ve been here,” Wanda said with a wink.
“Now what do you say? Want to help me dish out a punishment to your other little minions?” Wanda asked with a smile.
You thought for a second, knowing that either way you would be in trouble. Whether it was with Wanda or Yelena. However, Wanda had way more power, so you took your chances with Yelena and led the witch back to the garage where the others were hiding. In your defense, they didn’t try to save you when you were being tickled to pieces.
You turned on the lights in the garage, telling Wanda where they hid.
“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll give you a headstart so they don’t try to chase you,” the witch whispered. You quickly ran off, hearing Yelena shout your name to get back there. You let out a giggle and returned to the living room where you found Natasha doing a sudoku puzzle.
“Heard you got wrecked, Y/N,” Natasha said, smirking without looking up.
“Shut up, I did not!”
“Everyone could hear your laughter throughout the compound,” Natasha said. Before you could respond, Wanda came back in, all three kiddos in tow.
“Why do we keep agreeing to this?” Peter asked Kate, who looked like a deer in the headlights, knowing she was doomed. Yelena was the only one trying to wiggle her way out of Wanda’s grasp, being unsuccessful.
“The more you squirm, the more she’s gonna tickle you,” Natasha told Yelena.
“But if I escape I won’t get tickled at all,” Yelena said back matter-of-factly.
“Too bad you’re not escaping,” you chimed in shyly.
“You little turd. You’re the reason why I got caught!” Yelena said, pointing at you.
“Don’t worry, I already tickled her to pieces,” Wanda said, catching you blushing.
“Oh man, I wish I saw that,” Yelena said with a chuckle.
“You missed a lot. She’s super ticklish and has the sweetest giggle,” Wanda said, floating her magic towards you, this time on your stomach.
“Nohohohoo Wahahahanda plehehehease ihih’ve hahahad enohough,” you squealed, curling up into a ball. They all laughed at your reaction, much to your embarrassment.
“I didn’t forget about you guys,” Wanda said, promptly pinning the three of them with her powers.
“Now, who should I start with first?” Wanda said, wiggling her fingers.
“Kate!” Yelena blurted out, before bursting into laughter, as Wanda raked her nails over Yelena’s armpits.
“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP.”
“Since you volunteered someone else, I decided to tickle you first,” Wanda said cheekily.
“IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD PLEHEHEASE,” the blonde laughed, as Wanda began to squeeze her knees and knead into her hips.
Wanda gave her a break and moved on to Kate, who was the most scared out of all of them.
“Please don’t tickle me! I’m sorry!” Kate pleaded.
“Hmm, no I think the tickle monster is still hungry,” Wanda said, blowing three raspberries on Kate’s stomach. It tickled so much that Kate went into silent laughter.
“Wow Kate, she’s not even doing much,” Peter teased, whose eyes then widened when Wanda reached over and tickled his armpits, making the boy squeal with laughter. She now used her other hand to dip a finger into Kate’s belly button.
“WANDA NOT THEHEHEHERE IHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAND IHIHIT,” Kate screamed. She was getting their two worst spots at the same time. Once she felt they had enough, she sent some magic to all of them, tickling them on their feet and sides. They were all laughing too much to even speak. Meanwhile Natasha had moved closer to you on the couch.
“You know, we should try to get Wanda back. She’s always the most powerful one here, but why not give her a taste of her own medicine?” Natasha suggested quietly to you.
“No way! I’m not suffering through punishment again!” You hissed back quietly.
“You’d rather be in trouble with me?” Natasha said, pinching your side, making you yelp and jump away.
“That’s what I thought,” the redhead said, now explaining the plan to you.
Natasha snuck up behind Wanda while she was distracted, grabbing her from behind and pinning her arms above her head. Meanwhile you came around and quickly sat on Wanda’s waist.
“Y/N! What are you doing??” Wanda questioned, trying to break free from Natasha.
“I’m here to get revenge,” you said simply.
“Too bad I’m not ticklish, so you’ll have to find another way,” the witch responded confidently.
“We’ll see about that,” you said, slowly tracing your fingers over her sides and stomach. You saw her jolt, as she sucked her stomach in to avoid your fingers.
“Oh what do we have here? Seems like I’m not the only liar here,” you said, now kneading into her sides and tickling her stomach with no mercy.
“Y/N STAHAHAHAP OHOO MY GOHOHOSH,” the witch cried out with laughter. The tickling was enough for her to break concentration, which released the other three from her spell holding them down. Meanwhile, Natasha was using her free hand to tickle the witch’s armpits.
“Alright everyone, pick a spot,” Natasha said, keeping a firm grip on her wrists.
Yelena went to her feet, Kate was at her knees, and you and Peter would get her upper body, while Natasha got her armpits.
“Everyone ready?” Yelena asked.
“NO GUYS PLEASE! DONT DO THIS!” Wanda panicked, unable to escape.
“Who’s the tickle monster now?” You asked, as you all began to tickle her to pieces.
“NOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHA GUYS STAHAHAP,” Wanda shouted, overwhelmed with ticklish sensations.
You raked your nails over her ribs, before digging in between her rib bones knowing that you had hit a sweet spot. The witch tried to kick and wiggle as much as she could, but she was outnumbered.
“Do you admit defeat?” Yelena asked, running her nails over a particularly good spot near her heel.
“GAHAHA NEHEHEVER SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU GUHUYS,” the witch laughed, turning pink.
“Man she is stubborn,” Peter commented with a small laugh.
“Fine, then take this as revenge for all the times you tickled us. Turns out you’re even more ticklish than us!” Kate said, now tickling the back of her knees.
Natasha had let her guard down a bit, loosening her grip on Wanda’s wrists. The witch saw this opportunity and extended her arms to reach Natasha’s stomach. She wiggled her fingers, causing Natasha to yelp and let go of her wrists. With her hands free now, she immediately turned towards you and reached up to tickle you off of her. You squealed and immediately got off of her. Wanda was able to overpower the others and quickly turned the tables on Natasha, the only one who hadn’t been tickled yet.
Within seconds, Natasha was laughing and squealing, failing to swat Wanda’s quick hands away. You joined the other three, fleeing to safety.
“You brats!” Natasha yelled out over her laughter. The four of you knew they would get revenge on you guys afterwards, so you guys took advantage of the head start. Even if tickling embarrassed you, you loved the bonding it created between you and your superhero teammates. And the one thing you always remembered was that Wanda was the ultimate tickle monster.
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From Strangers to Sisters - Prologue
The back story to our series, enjoy! ❤️
After Ultron, Wanda had grown close to Clint who promised to watch out for her, but she also was taken under the wing or web, in this case, of the Black Widow.
The two had become like sisters. However, when the team was ripped apart by the Accords, Natasha went on the run and rediscovered not only her younger sister but her “parents” after destroying the Red Room with them.
Her parents were more at a distance, but they did give her a second family, and Yelena and Natasha came back with Cap to break Wanda out of the prison cell. While she appreciated the time with Vision as her protector in hiding, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken at the loss of the family she felt she'd built when the team came together, that is, until Yelena made a comment about how Wanda was always low and hanging onto a red jacket that seemed to be in Yelena's memory as the redheaded widow's at one point, and Nat realized her neglect of her dear friend.
Wanda has given up on trying to get any sort of family back, as they always seem to end up being ripped away from her. She chose to keep to herself in her room, concluding that it was best to keep to herself.
Nat knocked gently on her door, “Wands?” She asked softly. The young witch jumped at the sudden sound, just letting out a grunt in response, thinking that Natasha just wanted to use her for her magic or something.
“Can I come in?” The Widow asked softly. Wanda just sighed, curling up a little tighter.
“I do not have the energy to help you with my magic right now.” She murmured.
Nat was hurt at that comment but couldn't blame the young witch for feeling this way, it had been all business lately, and she knew she should've seen this sooner. “I'm not here for your magic, Wands. I've missed you.”
“I think you miss your sister more though, so you can make up for lost time with her, it’s more than what I can do with my brother.” She told Nat straight out, numb to the world.
The Widow was shocked at her words, but instead of leaving, went to her on the bed and rubbed her back, “Wanda, I'm not leaving you. Just because Yelena is back in my life, and we've had missions together, doesn't mean I don't see you as my younger sister anymore. We built something too, and I'm sorry I've neglected it after everything.”
Wanda initially flinched away at the touch. “You don’t have to say that, I am used to everything being taken away from me, so it’s fine.” She murmured, hesitant to relax into the feeling.
Natasha scratched her back still, running her other fingers through her hair, “I'm not saying it because I have to, I mean it. I've missed you, Wanda.”
The Scarlet Witch shrugged, trying to push Nat away by moving away from her. “All of this is not necessary, you are wasting your time.”
The Black Widow furrowed her brow, “Okay Wanda, you leave me no choice.” As she gently began wiggling her fingers into the younger woman's sides and belly.
Wanda’s eyes widened, already flinching away and beginning to squirm, trying to get away from her fingers. “Nono don’t you dare, surely you’d rather do stuff like this with Yelena…”
Nat grinned, “Nope I'm gonna tickle you to pieces! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo little witchy woo!” The older redhead tickled the witch and gently wiggled her fingers into her ribs, making her squeal and roll away from her.
“Nope, you’re not.” She tried to defend herself as she covered her mouth.
The Widow smirked and crossed her arms, snagging Wanda's feet into a headlock, scritching into her socked arches with her short nails.
Wanda yelped, reaching to shove Natasha whilst pulling helplessly at her legs, a few giggles slipping out. “Quit ihit!”
“Aww, there's that laugh I've missed!” She grinned at the witch’s plight as she gently tickled under her toes, “Gitchiegitchiegitchie goooooo I've got your toesies!”
“You’re not getting any more!” She whined, not wanting to use her magic in case she scared Nat, she just scrunched her toes up and shook her head.
The spy wasn't fazed, however, and tickled her nails along Wanda's arches, hunting for any particularly sensitive spots, and then managed to slide her socks off in a millisecond, attacking her bare feet, “Oh dear it seems we need better access to find the Scarlet Witch’s lost smile.”
Wanda squeaked, reaching forward to try and shove Nat’s hands away, the arches of her feet almost breaking her.
“The itsy bitsy spiders tickled Wanda’s feet. Down came the legs and danced a little bit. Out came her smile and chased away sad brain and she and Natasha could be best friends again,” the spy sang playfully, giving it her all as her fingers traced and then randomly skittered along her arches, above her heels and below her soles.
The witch blushed, squealing whenever Nat would touch her arches, a few more giggles slipping out as she kept pulling at her legs.
The older woman then sat on her shins, gently turning, “Hmm let's give your feet a break and try somewhere else?” And with that, she tried jellyfishing and squeezing above her knees, and spidering around her thighs, ticklishly exploring and playing with Wanda.
“Fuck!” She squeaked, the knee squeezing causing her to break a little more as she whined and let out a couple of light giggles, still attempting to shove at Natasha’s hands.
The ex-spy smirked, gentle as a feather but quick as lightning and secure as steel, Nat sat her knees on Wanda’s wrists, “Let's give your hands a little vacation, shall we? Some acupressure, let's call it.” The redhead smirked as she wiggled her fingers above the witch’s belly.
Wanda squeaked when her hands were pinned, thankful that her knees were pretty much skipped, but squirmed around when Nat threatened her with an attack on her belly. “Noho…”
However, the redhead was playfully cruel, shrugging, “Okay!” And reached back to squeeze above her knees rapidly. Then, just as quickly, she fluttered lightly and slowly all over Wanda's tummy, “Oops changed my mind.”
“FUHUHUCK!” Wanda yelped, the rapidly changing attacks causing her to crack, she kicked out and thrashed helplessly as she pulled at her hands whilst sucking her belly in, her thin shirt not helping.
Nat decided to go in for the “kill” and slowly and gently rolled Wanda's shirt up, “Uh oh peekaboo, I can see your tummy boop,” she smiled and gently poked around her belly to tease her, spidering her nails light and slow before suddenly sucking in air and, “PFFFFFTT!” Raspberrying just below her belly button, shaking her nose in as she raked her nails up and down the younger woman's sides.
“NAHAHAHAT I HAHAHAHATE YOU SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Wanda screeched out, helpless, free laughter came out of her as she shook her head helplessly.
The Widow chuckled, letting her breath momentarily, “Aww you hate me? That's too bad, I looove you.” She giggled, curious to see what Wanda would say.
“You… what?” Wanda asked after she took a moment to breathe, not knowing if she heard the Widow correctly or not.
Natasha tilted her head, gently brushing hair out of Wanda's face, “I've never actually said that to you? I love you, Wanda. You helped me believe in sisterhood again. The boys are family sure but you, you showed me sisterhood could exist and you're probably the main reason I was even able to repair my relationship with Yelena after we nearly strangled each other the first time in person after a decade or more.”
She bit her lip, hesitant to believe her. “I-I- what?” She asked in disbelief.
The Widow looked at the witch softly, now laying on her to hug her tightly, trying to show she was sincere, “Yes, Wands…you did that for me. And you still do, I've just been absent and I'm truly sorry because I have really missed you.”
“But what about Yelena? You grew up with her you’re finally reunited with her despite a rocky beginning.” Wanda asked, still hesitant to believe her.
The redhead smiled gently, “We've had a rocky forever. This is the closest to stability we've ever known besides little glimpses of “normal” sisterhood. But normal 13-year-olds don't fly planes with their sister crying and their parents shot or nearly so. And my relationship with her doesn't take away what you and I have or what we've built, and I'd like to make more memories with each of you maybe both of you together.” Natasha said softly, her voice hesitant but hopeful.
“You’d want me to be included? But what about what i’ve done? I may panic and use my magic and scare everyone” Wanda asked quietly.
“Not Yelena and I, we've done horrible things too,” Nat assured as she pulled her closer, “We'll help you.”
Wanda just went quiet for a moment. “You’re not going to give up on this, are you?” She asked.
Natasha smiled and rested her forehead on Wanda's, just like she'd do to reassure Yelena, “Nope.” Wanda couldn’t help but pause her stubbornness and that, she just sighed and briefly pulled away. “Whatever…”
The Widow smirked, and shook into the witch’s ribs, “All that and I get a whatever? A whatever?” She teased and began her playful attacks again.
Wanda gasped, squealing as she broke into giggles again. “Yehehehes you dohohoho!”
She giggled at the witch and raspberried her neck and then cheekily nibbled her ribs, making Wanda screech with giggles and shove at her hands. “Okahahahay you wihihihin!”
Nat stopped immediately, pulling Wanda into a tight hug, almost into her lap as she moved off her. The witch assumed Nat wanted her that close was an accident and moved off her.
The Widow spoke this time, “Nooo, come here,” she said softly, trying to be lighthearted as she pulled the younger woman back into her lap and rocked her.
Wanda bit her lip, not used to this type of affection, so hesitant to accept it. “But I am not a baby” she replied innocently.
“I'm not swaddling you, I'm just holding you,” Natasha said softly, the witch just shrugged, sitting there awkwardly.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” The redhead asked softly, rubbing her back. But Wanda shook her head. “I’m just not used to it…”
“We can work on that,” Nat assured her, holding her close. The witch sighed in response, pretty much giving in as she wanted to get closer to Natasha.
Just then a blonde head popped in the door, “Oh heeeey there you guys are. Wanda, would you like to be doing a movie night? Kate Bishop has just appeared and I am making the Mac and cheese, and I have extra hot sauce. Maybe a Sokovian like you appreciates my taste?”
Nat smiled and rolled her eyes, chuckling, “What do you say, Wanda? Wanna save me from being a third wheel and their crazy antics?”
Yelena’s mouth dropped open, and she reported playfully, “I did not say you could come, Natasha,” the blonde smirked and giggled.
The redheaded widow raised her eyebrows, “Well, in that case, we'll stay here and let you and Kate clean up the popcorn fight you'll surely have on the couch.”
Yelena rolled her eyes, “Fine fine you may join. Wanda?” The blonde widow smiled at the witch, who widened her eyes in disbelief.
“Oh, uh, sure.” She replied quietly, but tugged Nat to come with her, feeling a little hesitant about this whole ordeal.
However, she was glad to step out of her comfort zone, as the evening was the start of what would soon be an incredibly close bond she didn’t realize she craved.
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Tickletober Day 11: Competition
fandom: marvel
word count: 650
pairing: wanda x reader (platonic)
summary: you bet wanda that she can't beat you in mario kart
“You know what happens when you lose, don’t you?” Wanda asked rhetorically as the two of you sat down on the couch in the common area. You had stupidly agreed to a bet where the loser got tickled, all because you had boasted about being unbeatable at Mario Kart.
You were never one to back down from a challenge, though. Mario Kart was the one thing everyone in the compound knew never to battle you in because you’d come out on top every single time. And even though you were unbearably ticklish, you weren’t nervous in the slightest.
“The real question is do you know what happens when you lose?” You smirked at her, turning the game console on and handing her the spare remote controller.
“I’m well aware, but with you being more ticklish than I am, I sure hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”
You huffed in response, pressing start to begin the first race. “Best 3 out of 5 wins.”
You had won the first round—no surprise since you’d chosen your favorite track. Wanda congratulated you, but you could tell it was full of sarcasm. She picked the second track and in return won the second race.
“Hm,” You marveled. “Maybe you are a bit of a challenge. No one has ever beat me in Mario Kart before. Where’d you learn to play? I assume HYDRA was not one to experiment with video games.”
“No one has taught me to play. I play with Peter occasionally, but that’s it,” Wanda shrugged. “I guess I’m just a natural.”
“Right, we’ll see about that,” You laughed, choosing another track for the third race. About halfway through, you lost confidence as Wanda’s car passed yours and a minute or two later, you had lost again.
“Nervous?” She tauntingly asked you. You scoffed in response, masking your true emotions. If you lost this bet, you were positive you’d never hear the end of it.
“Choose the next track,” You demanded. Wanda chuckled and did as told, an aura of arrogance surrounding her. You put all your focus into this round, earning yourself another win. You let out the breath you’d been holding since the game began, and smiled while turning to Wanda. “We’re tied, now.”
“Indeed, we are.”
Collecting yourself, you chose the final track and took a few deep breaths before the round started. Any outsiders who may have been watching might have thought a lot more was riding on this little bet you had agreed to, but no one was more ticklish than you. The thought of it being exploited by someone a lot stronger than you and someone who you’d bragged to about being unbeatable was nerve-wracking.
Consequently, your loss of focus was your demise. Wanda zoomed pass you as you drove over a banana peel, putting you in second place. You caught up to her at the very end, but it was undeniable that she did cross the finish line first.
Before you could even blink, Wanda pushed you down onto the couch, crawling on top of you. “Any last words?”
“Yeah! I want a reHEMAHAHATCH!” You screamed in ticklish agony as she squeezed at the skin just above your hip bones. Your hands instinctively shot down to stop her, but the only thing your motor skills would allow you to do was grab onto her wrists. Your strength had dissipated.
“No, I don’t think so. You lost fair and square,” Wanda responded, wiggling her thumbs into the divots of your hips. You threw your head back, laughing without abandon.
“DAHAMN YOHOHOU!”
“Oh, come on! Don’t be sore loser! No one likes a sore loser,” She teased. You hiccupped through your laughter, shaking your head once her fingers found purchase on your belly.
“I’M NOHOT A—WAHANDA!”
The witch let up, removing her hands from your abdomen. “Let this be a reminder to never be overconfident.”
#marvel#marvel tickle#mcu#tickle prompts#tickle fic#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ler!wanda#wanda tickle#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff#sfw tickle fic#augtickletober2022#tickletober prompts#tickletober2022
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April Foolishness - Headcanons
Pairing (Not all at once): Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader
MINORS DNI - 18+
Summary: How would they react to you failing miserably- masterfully pranking them at every turn?
Tags: Fluff, established relationships, swearing, attempted pranking (mentions of bugs/arachnids, fish), innuendos and tension, comfort, light power usage, no actual smut (fade to black).
A/N: Happy silly day, ya'll!! I wanted to do something fun between classes, so this is it- april fools pranks on my favorite girls. Not proofread at all. Enjoy the boops!
Images are not mine, credit to owners!
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Wanda x Reader
You hadn't been dating Wanda for very long.
Well, if you don't count the years of pining, that is.
You had hidden yourself behind a corner in her hallway, arms out and ready to spook.
This had been your same trick from Halloween (which between that and the turnips did not go well-)
But this time it’d go swimmingly.
After thirty minutes later, you heard the familiar clack of her heels against the compound’s floors, and…
Nothing. Silence.
You peeked around the corner to see where the witch had gone, and-
“Boo.”
Her warm grasp hugged your middle , yet you swear you jumped out of your skin.
“What the- Fuck, Wands-“ Your terror was met with her musical laughter, patting the the sides of your stomach.
“Well if you insist, sweetheart.”
Her voice echoed
She’d let go of you, and you could see the sparkling mirth in her eyes once you turned around.
She placed a quick peck on your cheek, looping your hand with hers to play with your fingers, gaze downcast at them even as her mischievous words would enter your head without her mouth moving.
“If you want to spook a mind reader, darling..”
You gulped as her touch grew more bold, pinning you against the wall- face warming as she’d tilt her head,
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
She’d chuckle at your flustered reaction, her grin cheshire as she’d lead you back to her room, giddy with sweet excitement.
“And happy April fools to you too, Wan-“
~~~
Natasha x Reader
Natasha had always managed to prank you first before you could prank her.
One year prior, you’d ended up with an egg in your hair while your whipped-cream pie prank had gone unsung.
And that was some really good whipped cream.
This year, though- you had buttered her up. Perks of being her partner- the pranks could go even harder.
“Good morning, my dearest sunshine-“ You’d murmur, settling her in with breakfast in bed.
Your trick? Salt in her coffee instead of sugar. Genius.
Natasha propped herself up on her arms, giving you an upturned eyebrow, “Oh, and what’s the occasion?”
“Oh, nothing much..” A shit eating grin plastered her face, one that would soon be returned by the redhead.
“Birthday? Anniversary..?” She’d poke at your side as you sat down, her touch ticklish as she helped you settle the tray of food on her bedsheets.
“M-mmn, nothin’, sugar..” Oh, how you’d be eating those words soon enough.
You’d watch as she’d take a sip from her coffee, eyes wide and sparkling as she opened her mouth-
And sighed in bliss.
What the fuck was wrong with this woman.
“Delicious, baby..” Natasha purred, taking another hardy swig, and you watched as she swallowed. “You’ve outdone yourself..”
“I…uh-“ Your babbling words would be cut short as you took a drink of your own mug-
And was met with intense, uncomfortable sodium.
She cackled as you spit your mouthful back into your cup, punching her jokingly with a red face, “You- you fuckin’-“
“Switched them?”
“Not just the brew-“ Your hand would’ve found your forehead in shock, “But the mugs too- how the shit did you do that?”
“A spy will never reveal her secrets-“ She’d lean up to kiss you, but instead would shift the platter over to the side. “And you need to wash your mouth out.”
“Not before I drink my coffee..” You’d hiss, chugging her now lukewarm mug down.
That was, until you saw a plastic totally real cockroach on the bottom of the mug, shrieking before chucking it against the wall.
“Love you too, dear.”
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Yelena x Reader
You didn’t think Yelena could be scared of anything.
She threw a knife at the fake spider you pranked her with last year.
And she spat in the face of the ‘piranhas’ that had infested your room’s bathroom two years ago.
And even so, you tried again this year- although with something much less terrifying.
You'd flooded Yelena's room with multicolored balloons, painstakingly blowing them up before gently setting them on her floor.
And the best part?
She was asleep in her bed the whole time.
You had almost finished the second bag of balloons when Fanny, ever the sleepy Akita, finally stirred from their rest.
The pup locked eyes with you, and you were so thankful that they didn't bark.
That didn't stop Yelena from waking, though.
The blond would rise quickly, eyes darting around as soon as her dog moved an inch. You swear she had murder in her eyes, although that might've just been from awakening so quickly.
It all left her once she found you, though.
Groggily, she'd wipe at her eyes, mumbling something before kicking her foot off the bed to stand-
Bumping into a stray balloon.
She recoiled immediately, yowling as though she'd been pained deeply- and you were at her side in a heartbeat.
"Yelena, shit- you okay?"
"Yeah.." She'd gruff, her shoulders slacking once your hands found purchase on them. She'd hide her head in your shoulder, a surprising gesture.
You wrapped your arms around her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, "No need to be frightened, honey.." She'd hold you closer, and a flicker of thought ran through your mind, "Lena..are you scared?"
"What-? No-" She'd deny, her voice especially thick this early in the morn. "You just startled me-"
"That's a form of fear, hun-" Your chuckle was met with a groan from her, before she pulled her blankets back over the two of you.
Her words were muffled, "Fine, you got me- but now you hold me until I say so."
"My big, bad, scary Lena...of course, honey."
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Kate x Reader
No matter what you pranked Kate with, she was always worried about you.
It's not unfounded, after you fell down the stairs during last year's April Fools, but still.
This time, you’d actually get her.
"Kate, made you some brownies!"
You heard her clamor with a fevrency that made her sound like a one man band.
She burst out of the hallway, expression wild with hunger and apprehension-
Until she saw you holding some kiddy scissors exceptionally sharp blades of murder and death and terror and-
“Babe!” She’d screech, barreling forth to snatch the scissors from your careful hands, placing them gently on the counter, before inspecting your palm for even the slightest scratch.
She hadn’t even noticed the brown construction paper, or the cut letter you’d pressed towards her middle.
“Kate, earth to Kate-“ Your smile towards her shook her from her thoughts, “I’m okay, pretty girl..Happy April Fools!”
Between the panic and the praise, her brain had to do a soft restart after that.
After a few more seconds, her goofy grin would return again, almost coy, “Gave me a heart attack there, you know-“
“I know,” You’d motion to the tin of hello kitty bandaids you’d raided from Tony, “And I was prepared, you doofus.”
She’d smile, nodding along until her face flushed- her hand rubbing smooth circles into your hip.
“But if you, you know- wanted to do some scissoring, as they say-“ You’d sigh, shaking your head with a teasing lilt, “You’re verryy smooth, dear.”
You’d press a boop to her nose, a teasing whisper, “I’ll think about it.”
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#minors dni#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x reader#yelena belova x reader#kate bishop x reader#kate bishop x female reader#marvel headcanons#yelena belova#wanda maximoff#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#kate bishop#bearrrwrites
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Can I please request intersex Maria Hill x shield agent!reader. Reader is like EXTREMELY pretty like goddess level pretty and practically everybody’s in love with/attracted to her. And she met Maria at one of Tony’s parties? Thanks in advance
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
PAIRINGS: kidnapper!Maria Hill x Barton!reader
WORD COUNT: 2747
WARNINGS: dark fic, Maria has a dick, kidnapping, R sleeping with Wanda and Nat, flirting, jealousy, pretty rushed ending tbh, smut, thigh fucking, belly bulges, daddy (M), breeding kink, virginity loss, parties, kinda fem!R but no pronouns are used, drugging, needles, age gap (legal), restraints, gags, cumming on R, petnames, Maria honestly can’t last long at all, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
Your foot tapped gently with the beat of the music, your drink in hand as you took occasional sips. You hummed at the taste, oblivious to the watching eyes surrounding you, Maria being one of them.
All throughout the night you’ve had people coming up to you, trying to find any excuse to talk to you or look at you up close. To them, it was like a fallen angel had walked through the doors and greeted them with your presence, you were that angel. Maria couldn’t help but agree with them, but it didn’t mean she liked it. She thought, no, she knew you belonged to her, she just wished you knew it too.
“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my oldest, Y/N,” Clint spoke with a grin, allowing the spotlight to land on you as you shyly waved. Maria’s breath was practically shot out of her, her heart thumping quicker than ever.
“It’s lovely to meet you, dear.” Wanda shook your hand and gave you a small grin as she looked you up and down. Nat did the same as Wanda, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm before smirking. She sent the witch a knowing look and returned to her seat, patting the spot between the two, signaling for you to sit.
“And how come I’ve never met this one, huh, Clint?” He rolled his eyes at her antics, well aware of the thoughts hidden beneath layers of their head.
“They just moved back home after college, they’re a psych major.” They all nodded as your father boasted about you, Maria remained silent. She was eyeing you, but you didn’t look much into it. You feared she was doing so because she didn’t like you or was trying to profile you, but that was proven to be wrong the moment her voice came to surface.
“I’m Maria,” The sweetness shocked you, but you appreciated her willingness to let another into the bubble the team seemed to form.
“Hey, Maria, it’s nice to meet you.” You calmly retorted, giggling as you felt Nat’s fingers brushing over your soft skin. Your inner thigh was just barely showing under your dress, and they both used that to their advantage, most had throughout the night.
“You ticklish, dove?” You bit your lip to stop yourself, and Maria internally groaned at the sight. She wanted to tear that lip from beneath your teeth and bite it as she let her tongue explore your mouth.
“Just a little bit.” She chuckled, images flashing through her mind of you beneath her, biting that lip as you came around her fingers.
“Would you like a drink, Y/N?” The agent's voice boomed, bringing you out of your trance as you forced yourself to look around, noticing your father was no longer nearby. You didn’t expect him to watch you the whole night, but you didn’t expect him to leave and strike up conversations with others so quickly.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You mumbled, your nerves rising under her gaze. She gave a short nod before walking towards the bar, her eyes occasionally glancing your way.
“So, what do you say about coming with us? If you’d like to dance, we’d love to join you.” Wanda suggested, brushing her shoulder against yours with a knowing grin. Her hot breath fanned against you, leaving goosebumps to trail your skin.
“Oh, a-alright.” You didn’t expect so much attention, but you were happy they seemed to enjoy you.
“Good choice, dove. It’s alright if I call you that, right?” The blush on your face was all the answer she needed, but she still awaited your worded response.
“Yeah, I think it’s kind of cute, actually.” The two led you to the floor, Nat placing her hand on your bottom while Wanda’s grazed up against your lower back. She stood behind you, letting her body grind against yours while Nat stayed in your view. She smirked as your lips parted when feeling Wanda’s breasts pressing into you.
“Can we kiss you, dove?” You didn’t get to speak as Nat instantly pressed her lip into yours, Wanda’s landing on the soul of your neck as a moan threatened to leave you. Your hips involuntarily went with the witch's movements, resulting in a deep groan from the redhead.
“Fuck, such a good girl.” You gave in to their shared compliments, basking in the warmth they offered you. You forgot about the offered drink from earlier, causing Maria to scowl with displeasure when seeing where you stood. She didn’t understand why she felt so predatory over you, she just met you, after all, but there was something about you she had never seen before. Not only did your beauty outshine the room, but your heart was filled with a pureness she’d never expect someone your age to have. You were a college graduate, most students would be fucking their brains up with alcohol and drugs while they slept with anyone who offered themselves, but you were different.
“Why don’t we ditch this party, yeah? I can think of a few things we could do instead.” You gulped, suddenly aware of the proximity you lacked between the two.
“Oh, I- I don’t know.”
“C’mon, dove, it’s not like we’d ever hurt you. If you want to stay here like this then that’s more than fine, but we’d love to make you feel as good as you deserve.” Wanda snaked her hand over your front, placing it undeniably close to your breasts. You gasped, licking over your lips before sharing glances between the two.
“I’ve never, you know.” Her eyes widened slightly, but it was enough to cause your brain to spiral. You hoped she didn’t think wrongly of you now, especially not when you got so far with the two. You weren’t a kid anymore, you hoped she didn’t see you as such now.
“Mm, that’s alright, we’re not here to judge you, dove.” It was made clear they still wanted to continue, and you took that as the okay to move forward.
“Please take me upstairs, I want you both so bad.”
You woke up with a small headache as the sun blared through the windows, reminding you where you were. The two women were still sleeping next to you, their peaceful snores making you grin. You didn’t know what to do going forward, you just lost your virginity to two strangers at a party. Sure, they knew your father, but that only made it worse.
“Fuck,” You groaned out, trying your best not to wake both Wanda and Nat as you scooted out of the comfortable bed. You wished you could go back to bed, but you weren’t sure if they even wanted to see you in the morning. You gathered your small pile of clothes on the floor and loosely tossed them on before exiting quietly.
“Good morning, Y/N.” You jumped, turning to the voice and spotting a tired Maria with a cup of coffee in her hand.
“Jesus, you scared the fuck out of me!” You chuckled. “What, uhm, what are you doing up so early?” You leaned against the wall, brushing the strands of hair out of your face and remaining in a neutral stance.
“I could ask you the same, couldn’t I?” Her calmness sent shivers down your spine, but you didn’t know why.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” You noticed her jaw clench and her nostrils flare slightly, making you fear that you spoke wrong.
“Would you like some coffee? I think you’ll be needing the energy after last night.” Your cheeks brightened, a snort coming from your end as you followed her into the kitchen. The place was so large, you didn’t know how anyone got around.
“I suggest you change your clothes.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring a spare, I kind of expected to be going home after last night.” You wondered if your dad went back home without you or stayed, but you were kind of hoping he headed back so you wouldn’t be stuck with his questions on the ride home.
“You can pick some from my room, I don’t mind.” You felt bad for accepting the offer, until you realized it was that or walking around in high heels and a dress the rest of the day. You found her room with the help of a small direction from her and Jarvis, rummaging through her dresser the moment you found it. You took a minute to glance around her room, the soft yet blank aroma causing your curiosity to grow. You had the clothes in hand, but you wanted to see more. Maria gave off such a tough, cold exterior, you wanted to know what was behind that.
Her bedsheets were perfectly set, not a wrinkle in sight. Her pillows were perfectly aligned and her bedside tables were close to empty, only sporting a lamp on one and a book on the other. There wasn’t even an alarm clock, how did she wake up so early? Maybe it was nightmares, but there was no way she could remain so relaxed and calm if she experienced such on a daily.
You felt the urge to go to the bathroom settling in and assumed she wouldn’t mind you using hers, seeing as she was allowing you to borrow her clothes. What you didn’t expect to see was a knife in the sink, hints of red still covering it. You gasped, only to feel a body behind yours and a hand coming to your mouth.
“You shouldn’t have gone in here, pretty girl.” You tried screaming beneath the coverage but only managed to release a weak whimper as your eyes started growing heavier. You looked down, noticing a needle drawing out of your waist before you fell limp in her hold, unable to fight her off like your thoughts screamed at you to do.
“Perfect, you’re awake.” Came the same voice from earlier, leading you to look around and take in the surroundings. You laid on a bed, it wasn’t as comfy as Nat and Wanda’s but it wasn’t as bad as the one you spent your college years on. Your mouth was still covered by a gag, your legs and hands tied as you tried to wiggle away from her. She stood in your sight now, her shirt gone as her abs shined under the dim lighting. Her left side was patched up, and you were able to get a closer look as she climbed on top of you. Her hands came to your chin, bringing your eyes in line with hers while she smirked.
“I’m going to remove this now, but if you scream, cry, yell, anything, I won’t hesitate to cut your fucking tongue out, got it?” She all but growled, causing tears to rim your eyelids. You nodded nonetheless, taking multiple deep breaths when she did as promised.
“How’d you get that?” You asked after moments of silence, your voice so silent it was practically a whisper.
“Don’t worry about it, alright? All I want you to do is sit there and look perfect for me, you don’t need to think.” You complied, your eyes fluttering as her camera’s flash shocked you. She let the polaroids dry before taking a few more, smiling as she admired each one. She licked her lips, cupping her semi-hard cock with a groan.
“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I need you.” She unbuttoned her pants slowly while stalking towards you, lowering her undergarments before stroking her length, chuckling darkly as you shuttered, your thighs instinctively clenching.
“Don’t move a single fucking muscle, I want to see how wet and needy you get for me.” You bit your lip, a desperate attempt to calm your nerves that rose.
“Are- are you going to put that in me?” You eyed her crotch, taking in every vein that pulsed.
“Mhm, and you’re going to take every last inch, Princess.” Your legs were lifted into the air, the rope forcing them to stay bound together as she put them over her shoulder. A slap came to your ass, causing your body to jolt as you cried out.
“God, I love it when you cry.” A moan found its way past her lips when her length came in contact with your plush thighs, her tip sneaking past the skin as you spotted the pre-cum drooling onto your waist.
“Fuck, please, Daddy!” You regretted the words the moment they left your lips, but your desire seemed to overpower you. She stilled, and you could hear every breath she panted.
“My beautiful baby, my angel…no one else gets to see you like this, yeah? Only me? Mhm, good. Let’s see what other pretty sounds you can make, Princess.” She looked back on the night before, the sight of Nat kissing your sweet lips while Wanda marked your neck only fueling her anger. Seeing them lead you to their room made her want to do things she could never repeat, but now that she had you in her hold, you were safe from everything and everyone else, she convinced herself. It wasn’t your fault you were so lustful, anyone who saw you instantly fell to their knees, begging to even hear your voice. But no one got to see you the way she did, and she’d make sure the two Avengers never got to see you again.
“I’m so close, can’t wait to paint your body with my fucking cum.” Spurts of hot liquid shot onto you, Maria’s head being thrown back while you took in the sight. She had never cum so quickly, whatever you were doing to her was something she couldn’t control, and she wasn’t displeased.
You felt the restraints around your legs loosen before they fell onto the bed, Maria instantly grasping onto them and putting one on either side of her body. She rubbed her cock against your folds, lips parting as your hips thrusted with each movement. Your clit throbbed in delight before she allowed her length to tease the bud, relishing in your sounds of pleasure that were meant only for her.
“Eyes on me,” She demanded when seeing your eyes fall shut, a gulp of fear traveling through your throat. “No, I don’t care if you’re scared, you’ll keep those eyes on me, got that? I want to see the very second I break you, my sweet doll.” She stroked your cheek, her gaze stuck on your cunt that slowly accepted her tip.
“Ah- it’s so much, Daddy! I- I don’t think I can take all- all of it.” You sniffled, hands struggling against the restraints as you tried to play with your pleading nipples that hardened in the cold.
“I want to see how much you can take, impress me, Princess.” You mewled out pleas. “I don’t care if it hurts, you’re here to please me, I could care less if you get off or not.” She pressed her palm against the bulge on your stomach, your sounds bringing shots of heat to her body. She could feel her coil's tightness returning, bringing a small gasp from her end.
“Oh- fuck! I- I’m close again, baby, I’m gonna cum inside you so fucking much!” Her thrusts became animalistic, her grunts causing your brain to fog. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mind going hazy as drool threatened to dribble onto your chin. She was now completely inside of you, causing clapping sounds to elicit throughout the room with each moving of her hips.
“You wanna carry Daddy’s babies, sweetheart? Yeah, you want me to knock you up?” You nodded, unable to comprehend the words she spoke.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m cumming! Mhm, take all of it! Going to get this greedy little cunt filled to the brim with my fucking cum.” Her lips found your neck in a hurry, desperate to replace your previous marks with ones of her own. You felt spurts of her seed shooting into you, her thrusts becoming slower and sloppier the longer she stalled inside of you. Your warm walls were clenching onto her, gripping for dear life in ways no one has. No one has brought as deep of pleasure as you have, proving her point as to you being the best target she could equip.
“I’m never letting you go, baby, you’re mine now.” But the truth was, you didn’t mind.
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In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (17 - I/22)
Chapter summary: Natasha visits Wanda; You reach your breaking point at the end of a night after trying to understand why Wanda ever betrayed you
Chapter A word count: 6.1k | Warnings: Heavy angst, heavy drinking, toxic relationships, profound sadness | Ship: Wanda x Female Reader
Author's note: Decided to split Chapter 17 into two parts because it got too long in the end. Enjoy!
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Next Part: Seventeen - Part Two
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Seventeen - Part One
For the third consecutive time, Wanda skips her therapy session.
She leaves Calliope's calls unanswered, letting them go straight to voicemail (and cowardly deleting the messages without listening to them), and as a result, her therapist stops trying to contact her by the end of the week.
Facing Calliope or putting up with her sensible talks is too much for Wanda right now. She doesn’t want other voices in her head right now. She wants to listen to her heart this time. And it’s saying that you need her right now despite how it might affect her progress.
Wanda hadn't intended to stop going to her sessions altogether. She had, in fact, confirmed for Tuesday, but you showed up at her apartment once again the night before, and, well, one thing led to another. You both ended up so wiped out that she didn't stir until nearly noon. By that time, two hours have slipped by, and her session with Calliope might as well be considered canceled.
Since she's handed over the weekday cafe opening duties to Peter, Wanda doesn't need to be there at the break of dawn anymore. But this also has its downside; there isn't enough inventory prepped for the full day's rush. This leaves her drowning in work from midday right up until closing time.
The way this arrangement saps her energy and leaves her feeling more fatigued than usual is hardly beneficial, yet—
Yet, it's hard for her to harbor any regrets when she feels your comforting warmth cocooned against her back, your body spooning hers, your gentle snores vibrating softly against her skin. In these snatched moments, she can delude herself into believing that the ring she now wears around her neck should rightfully still be on her finger.
She can pretend that you're still unequivocally hers, and all the traumatic events of the past year are merely fragments of an extended, horrendous nightmare.
It's turning into a routine. You'd show up unannounced, stay until dawn. Once the post-coital haze clears, Wanda tries to nudge you both into discussing what all this means. But as soon as she utters the words, "can", "we", and "talk"—in that exact order—you're heading for the door with a speed that's hard to believe.
But after enduring another week of this unsettling routine, Wanda finally convinces herself that today, she's going to get some answers.
And with that plan in place, she repositions herself on the bed, turning to face you. Looking at your innocent sleeping face, she second-guesses her resolve, opting to postpone the looming confrontation just a bit longer.
Gently, almost reverently, she lets her finger trace the contours of your face. She starts at the bridge of your nose, moves down to your slightly parted lips, then to your neck, and finally your collarbone. It seems to protrude more than she remembers, hinting that you've lost weight. This realization stirs guilt in her, as she acknowledges she's partly to blame.
Her cautious touch eventually rouses you, and she observes as your eyelashes flutter before your eyes slowly open. For a moment, you look disoriented even as your eyes meet her clear green ones. You blink up at her as if you don’t recognize the woman you’re in bed with, but then, as recognition sets in, you nestle closer to her and tuck your head beneath her chin, seeking shelter from the daylight filtering through the slatted blinds.
“I can hear you thinking,” you murmur, your breath whispering across her neck, a spot particularly ticklish for Wanda.
She stifles her giggles, and the resulting tremors resonate against your forehead. The sound is sweet, familiar, and it conjures up memories of moments you've longed for. But it also accentuates the odd situation you're in right now, sharing a bed with your ex-wife, skirting around the glaring issue between you.
“Can you?” Wanda retorts with a teasing tone in her voice, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your arm. “I think we–”
“Need to talk?” you finish her sentence offhandedly.
A nervous laugh slips from Wanda. “So you can read my thoughts. Can you guess what I want to talk about?”
You grow quiet, giving the impression that you're attempting to actually read her mind. But then you pull away from Wanda's warmth and she immediately senses the shift in the air. Instinctively, she yanks the sheets up to cover her bare chest, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
“I have an idea,” you finally say, your humorless smile straining at the corners. The amusement in your eyes has disappeared, replaced by a heavy, unreadable look. Wanda waits for you to go on, but it becomes increasingly clear that coaxing your thoughts into words will require a lot more effort.
Wanda hesitates, her words sticking in her throat like stubborn boulders. She swallows hard, mustering her courage. “We need to talk about this, Y/N. We can't keep... This can't go on like this.”
“Like what, Wanda?” you ask, your tone edging towards sarcasm. “Like how we've started sleeping together again? Or about how we've conveniently skipped over the reason we divorced? Or the fact that you cheated on me–with a fucking video to prove it?” Your words hang heavy in the air, the accusation clear in your voice. “Or maybe how I cheated on Yelena with you?”
Wanda recoils. This confrontation is as painful as she'd imagined, but she knows it's necessary.
“If we need to tackle all that, then sure. I’m ready to talk through them with you.” Wanda says.
“You always make things sound so easy, Wanda,” you say, sitting up on the bed, the sheets pooling at your waist as you turn to face her. “'Let's just talk,' you say, as if talking can magically make everything better.”
Wanda winces at your words, the hurt visible in her eyes. “I'm not saying that talking will solve everything, but it's a start.”
“A start? We're way past the start, Wanda," you snap, your voice rising with your growing frustration. “We're neck-deep in this mess and I… I don't even know how we ended up here,” you trail off, talking more to yourself than to her by the end.
Wanda absorbs your frustration, taking a deep breath before she responds. “You're right,” she admits, her voice a soft plea against the harsh edges of your argument. “We're deep into this mess, and we both contributed to it.”
The admission hangs in the air between you, a bitter truth acknowledged. But she doesn’t let it linger for too long. Instead, she pushes forward, trying to bridge the widening chasm between you.
“But we don't have to stay stuck here,” she insists, her gaze holding yours. “We can work on it–together. Regaining trust isn't going to be a walk in the park. I know it's hard, it's... it's daunting. But it's not impossible.”
You're silent, the word ‘trust’ bearing down on you. Wanda’s gaze feels heavy, too full of hope. But you don't respond, your features etched in stubborn resolve. She’s trying to make you see something that maybe you no longer have faith in. You can’t give her what she’s asking.
Her expression falls, as she reads your lack of response correctly. There's a small, choked noise from her throat before she manages to whisper, “Is it because you think you'll never be able to trust me anymore?”
There's a beat of silence as you process her question, the pain of her words seeping deep into your bones, but you can't bring yourself to deny it. “I don't know, Wanda,” you admit quietly, honesty lacing every word. “I don't know if I can.”
The words hit harder than Wanda was expecting, and she flinches as if struck. She knew it was the truth, but hearing it from your mouth was another thing altogether.
“I’m just gonna go.” you say after some time.
“Sure,” she says tightly, her eyes becoming stony. Wet. “That's the only thing you're good at, isn't it?”
You say nothing as you retrieve your clothes from the floor.
Wanda’s hand hovers mid-air, aching to reach out to you, to hold you back. But she refrains, lets it fall to her side. “If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back unless you're ready to work through this,” she declares firmly .
You pause at her words, your back still turned to her. The silence that follows is heavy, pregnant with tension that seems to seep into the walls, the furniture, the very air around you. Then, a bitter laugh escapes you.
“You enjoy this, don't you?” you ask, finally turning to face her. Your expression is ruthless, your eyes devoid of any warmth that used to be there when you looked at her. “You like that I keep coming back to you, don't you?”
Wanda's jaw tightens at your accusation. It strings, but she doesn't say anything else that she might regret later. She merely meets your gaze, her green eyes resolute and unyielding. It's her silent acceptance of your statement, her silent promise that she won't back down this time.
Without another word, you turn and walk out, the door closing behind you with a soft click.
The conversation is done, at least for now.
***
The journey back to your apartment is a blur, consumed by a hollow emptiness that echoes the space once filled by Wanda.
As soon as you push through the door, you make a beeline for the bottle of bourbon left opened in the kitchen from the night before. You're running purely on anger and adrenaline, the aftermath of your argument with Wanda coursing through your veins.
Why couldn't she just leave things as they were? Why did she have to spoil the one thing that was bringing you a modicum of happiness from your suffocating reality? Why did she have to care about you when you’re giving her what she wants?
You take a hefty gulp from the bottle before frantically grabbing your phone. You scroll through your contacts and hit call when you reach Yelena’s name. The call doesn't even go through, instead, a busy signal immediately begins, an all-too-familiar sound. Next, you try Natasha, and while the call connects, it only results in endless ringing, until finally, her automated voicemail message starts.
In a fit of rage, you scream expletives at the top of your lungs. Your anger peaks and in a reckless moment, you hurl your phone against the wall. It shatters with a loud crunch, breaking into countless small parts, clearly beyond repair.
The kiss was a lapse in judgment during a weak moment.
You never slept with Wanda while you were still with Yelena.
Why does it feel like you're being unfairly penalized? Did they never love you like you thought they did? Do you really disgust them so much that they’ll just forget that you exist altogether?
These thoughts gnaw at you, stoking the flames of abandonment, leaving you with a haunting feeling of being easily discarded.
Your heart beats erratically in your chest as you look at the wreckage of your phone. It's a fitting metaphor for your life at this moment—shattered, fragmented, irreparable. You slump down onto the kitchen floor, the chill of the tiles seeping through your pants' fabric, but you barely notice.
This time, drinking remains a problem but caution has been thrown out the window. With the bottle in your hand, you take one long swig after another. The room starts to spin, your vision blurs, and you don't fight it. Instead, you let the waves of oblivion wash over you, your grip on the bottle slackening as you slump against the kitchen cabinets.
Just as you drift into unconsciousness, a beep from your laptop fills the quiet room. It's a new email from your company's HR, asking about your unexpected absences. But with you passed out on the kitchen floor, the urgent email goes unnoticed.
***
The moment Natasha strides into Wanda's café, the world seems to freeze on its axis. Agatha, having heard about your best friend through Wanda, knows this can’t be good for your ex-wife.
Her aura is menacing, enhanced by her leather jacket, and her stern gaze holds a lethal quality that could vaporize everyone in the room if it were possible.
(It’s also incredibly hot, but Agatha has no room to explore that thought when she immediately fetches Wanda, who's been buried in the backroom task of refilling the condiment bottles for each table.)
“Got a visitor out front,” Agatha blurts out, slightly breathless. “I'm pretty sure it's Natasha.”
Startled, Wanda looks up from her crouched position on the floor, a fine dusting of cinnamon, sugar, and other seasonings speckling her figure. “Are you sure?”
“Fiery red hair, a bit intimidating, and strangely attractive,” Agatha elaborates. “I'm absolutely sure it's her.”
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Wanda gradually pushes up from the floor. “Okay, um…” She pauses, gathering her scattered thoughts. “Alright.”
Agatha practically pushes her forward, making her stumble into the bustling open kitchen where Natasha is nonchalantly leaning against the counter.
With a soft clearing of her throat, Wanda tries to shake off the sudden onslaught of nerves. She pulls herself upright, trying to project a calm she's far from feeling. “Natasha,” she begins, “What can I do for you?”
Natasha fixes her with a piercing gaze. “We need to talk,” she states, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Wanda nods. “Sure, if you could just–”
The words are barely out of her mouth when Natasha spins around, heading for the cafe's exit. Wanda, utterly perplexed, follows her, casting a backward glance at Agatha who responds with an encouraging nod.
As soon as they step onto the sidewalk, Natasha progresses wordlessly, Wanda falling in step behind her. The silent walk stretches for a few minutes until, abruptly, Natasha halts. Wanda finds herself in front of a different coffee shop, one noticeably larger than her own. Without a moment's pause, Natasha steps inside.
Wanda suspects this might be a passive-aggressive move on Natasha's part, choosing to hold their discussion in a competitor's establishment of all places. They navigate to a table tucked away in the corner, and Wanda takes the seat opposite Natasha. Without skipping a beat, Natasha flags down a waiter and places her order, all without so much as a glance in Wanda's direction.
“I hope you don't mind, but their coffee is something of a guilty pleasure,” Natasha remarks, a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes.
“No, not at all,” Wanda replies, forcing a polite smile onto her face. “It's always nice to see what the competition is up to.”
A heavy pause falls between them, and Natasha's gaze sharpens with seriousness. “I didn't invite you here to talk about coffee, Wanda,” she begins, her tone eerily neutral and hard to read. “I'm here to understand why you couldn't let Y/N go.”
Wanda casually picks up the menu on the table. Her eyes scan the menu with small interest, avoiding Natasha’s pointed stare.
“I'm not sure what you're asking, Natasha.”
“I want to know why you couldn't move on from Y/N. Why you have to cling onto her, even after everything that happened. I'm not saying it's entirely your fault that Y/N cheated on Yelena... But why couldn't you just leave them alone?” Natasha's tone is more accusatory now, and her eyes are steely, demanding answers.
The full brunt of Natasha's presence sinks in only now for Wanda, hitting her hard. If Natasha is seeking her out, it suggests she has severed ties with you. A pang of guilt ricochets through her, understanding all too well how much you depended on that friendship, and how deeply it mattered to you.
The far-reaching consequences of one kiss–a kiss that had made Wanda feel incredibly alive–are glaringly clear now. It initiated a domino effect that razed not just your relationship with Yelena, but countless other connections in its path.
“It's... complicated,” Wanda finally confesses, her eyes dropping to the table.
“Is it really that complicated, Wanda?” Natasha counters, her tone harder than she'd meant for it to be. “You and Y/N were married. You messed up, you cheated, and it ended. Why couldn't you just let it be?”
Wanda draws a shaky breath, the bitter truth spoken out loud wounds more than any physical blow.
“I never stopped loving her,” she concedes despite knowing it will fall on deaf ears. As if on cue, the waiter reappears with Natasha's coffee order. Wanda uses the momentary distraction to request a glass of water.
The skepticism in Natasha's eyes intensifies as she leans forward, her arms resting on the table between them. “So you never stopped loving her,” she repeats Wanda's admission with evident disbelief. “Yet, you cheated on her. You agreed to sign the divorce papers. Can you explain how that works?”
Wanda’s green eyes dart away nervously. Until now, she doesn’t have satisfying answers for those questions. And Wanda doesn’t expect anyone to understand when she doesn’t understand them herself–most of all, Natasha.
She and Natasha were never close. But Wanda loved her just the same, knowing how she took care of you and acted like a sister when you have no siblings of your own. Wanda cherished her for that, even though Natasha never quite reciprocated the affection. Their relationship had always been cordial but it had never ventured into the realm of true friendship.
“Look, I didn't understand what was happening to me,” Wanda murmurs softly, her nail absently scratching the table's surface as she tries to explain herself to someone who never genuinely bothered to care about her. “Something was… missing. A void that I couldn't understand or explain. And it kept growing, despite Y/N’s consistent efforts to keep me happy.”
Natasha’s face remains stoic. “So you thought cheating would fill this void?” Her words sound more like a statement than a question.
Wanda winces, but she doesn't deny it. “I thought, maybe, if I could feel something... anything else, it might help. By the time I realized what I had done, what I had thrown away, it was too late.”
Upon hearing this, Natasha shakes her head and lets out a cynical laugh. She folds her arms across her chest in an undeniably condescending manner.
“Do you know why I hate you, Wanda? It’s not just because I’m concerned for Y/N or you ruined, yet again, another relationship. You took away the Y/N I knew. She’s not the same person I grew up with.”
“Don’t you think I don’t know that? She’s been coming to me. She’s a wreck, Natasha. I know how empty she feels if she’s turning to me for reprieve.”
“Why then?” Natasha asks.
“What do you mean by ‘why’?”
“Why do you still want her? You couldn't love her the right way when she was easy to love. What's changed that makes you believe you can now, when she’s just a shell of who she used to be?”
Wanda grits her teeth, her hands balling into fists on her lap, out of Natasha's sight.
“Don’t you think it’s rather hypocritical of you to ask me this? Y-You’ve abandoned Y/N… haven’t you? It’s why you came to me right? Because you left her!” Wanda counters, her voice rising enough to catch the attention of a few customers nearby.
Unfazed by Wanda's impassioned outburst, Natasha simply sits still, her expression remaining unchanged. “You don't know what you're talking about, Wanda,” she says, her tone icier than ever.
“Well, it appears I've hit a nerve,” Wanda retorts, the edges of her lips twitching into a bitter smirk. “Let me make this clear, Natasha. I may have made mistakes in the past, I may have hurt Y/N, but I'm not the one who walked away when she needed someone the most.”
“You think you're what's best for her now?” Natasha shoots back, her eyes flashing with anger. “After all the pain you've caused?”
Seeing Natasha rise from the table, Wanda braces herself for what's coming next. “I need you to understand, Wanda,” Natasha says, her tone laced with a quiet intensity. “I can't pretend that what happened didn't affect me. Y/N lied to me, hurt my sister. And while I want to be there for her, it's difficult–”
“You mean you won't be there for her,” Wanda cuts her off, her voice edged with resentment.
“No,” Natasha implores, her voice shaky around the edges. “I mean it's hard. It's hard to watch someone you care about suffer and know that they played a role in their own pain. And at the same time, of course I'm angry at Y/N for how she treated Yelena and disrespected our friendship as a result. But that doesn't mean I've abandoned her, Wanda. Why the fuck would I see you if I have?”
Wanda flinches at her crudeness. She never intended to question Natasha's care for you or cast judgment on it.
She’s just tired. Tired from the constant need to justify her love for you to those who question it. Tired of having to constantly prove herself. If people choose not to believe her, even as she recognizes and admits to her past errors and shortcomings, then she has to come to terms with the fact that not everyone will forgive her.
But she is determined to earn your forgiveness.
She wants to show you, more than anyone else, that she's changed. That she's learned from her mistakes and that she's capable of loving you the right way this time. You matter to her more than anyone's opinion. Your forgiveness, your acceptance, your love–these are the things she yearns for the most.
“I was wrong,” Wanda admits. “I messed up. I hurt Y/N, and I have to live with that guilt every day. But just because I messed up once doesn't mean I can't try to make things right now. You can be angry all you want about what I did wrong in the past, but at least I’m here for he–”
“And what if you're just making things worse, Wanda? What if you being around is just causing her more pain?” Natasha questions, her hard gaze unwavering.
“I... I don't know,” Wanda admits, looking lost and vulnerable. “But I can't just walk away from her, Natasha. If it turns out that I'm doing more harm than good, I promise I'll step back.”
Natasha's silence stretches on for a moment longer, her cold gaze fixed on Wanda. And then, unexpectedly, a smirk twists her lips. It's not a happy expression, far from it.
“Maybe…” Natasha says, drawing out the word, her tone derisive. “Maybe you two do deserve each other. You with your guilt and her with her... self-destruction.”
Her words linger, a harsh condemnation that has Wanda recoiling. Natasha stands then, leaving her untouched coffee on the table. She throws a handful of bills down, enough to cover the drink and then some.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” Natasha adds, shrugging on her leather jacket, her voice laced with a regret that Wanda can't quite put her finger on, “I hope you can help her. Because god knows, none of us have been able to.”
And with those parting words, Natasha turns, leaving Wanda alone to restructure what being with you truly means now.
***
You don’t come back like she asked you to, and somewhere deep down, Wanda is ashamed to admit she's disappointed.
You were right; she does want you coming back to her every time. But you’re wrong about one thing: she doesn’t enjoy it. She’s worried sick about you. You look like you need help the way she needed help when Pietro discovered her passed out next to an empty bottle of sleeping pills.
She fears that you’re going down the same path she did. And what's worse is that she doesn't know how to stop it. You clearly don't want her help, and she understands why. Trust isn't something one asks from a person they don't believe in. And you don't believe in her.
Wanda picks up her phone and dials Pietro's number, her fingers trembling slightly. They're due for their regular Skype session, but she doesn't feel up to showing her face today.
It only takes two rings before Pietro answers. “Why a call, Wands?” he asks immediately, concern clear in his voice.
“I...I'm not really up for a video call, Piet,” she responds, quickly coming up with a half-hearted excuse about her unstable internet connection. In truth, she knows he’ll be able to tell right away that something is off if she turns on the camera.
“Is that everything?”
“Yes,” Wanda insists.
“And your sessions with Dr. Williams?” Pietro's voice sharpens, clearly not buying her claim. “How are they going?”
Wanda hesitates for a moment before answering. “They're...going,” she admits, though she doesn't elaborate. She doesn't dare to tell Pietro that she's missed a couple of sessions. Her therapy is one of the few things that reassure him from thousands of miles away. He'd only worry more.
Pietro bites back the urge to tell Wanda that Calliope has already informed him of Wanda’s recent non-attendance.
She hears Pietro give a noncommittal hum over the line. It's a simple sound, but it tells her everything. He doesn't believe her. She takes a deep breath, gearing up for her next revelation.
“I...I've been seeing Y/N again,” she reveals, words rushing out in a hasty jumble. There's silence on the other end of the line, and she quickly fills it, not wanting to let Pietro's thoughts linger.
“But it's...it's different this time. There's–there's something there, Pietro. I can feel it. I think we might have a...a breakthrough or something," she stammers, her words racing against one another in their urgency to be voiced.
“And–” she swallows dryly. “And I don't want to ruin my chances this time.”
“Wanda,” Pietro interjects gently, his voice suffused with the kind of worry only a brother could bear. “I think you need to step back and really look at the situation.”
“But I am, Piet,” Wanda retorts, the pitch of her voice wavering with each syllable. “I am looking at this, really looking. When I see Y/N... it's like... it's like…”
“Like you're being sucked back in?” Pietro finishes for her despondently. “Isn't that exactly what happened last time? She’s clouding your judgment–again. You're not seeing clearly. You're just...You're just getting lost in what you used to have.”
There's a pause, and Wanda can hear Pietro let out a deep sigh. “Wanda, you deserve better. You deserve to be with someone who won't tear you apart. I know you still care about Y/N, I get it. But you need to think about what's best for you.”
“Piet…” Wanda attempts, her heart a hefty load in her chest. “I–”
“I can't stand by and watch you do this to yourself again. Not after everything that happened. Not after seeing you... after seeing you in that hospital bed,” he articulates, his voice choked.
There's another pause, this one longer and more poignant. Wanda can hear Pietro struggling to hold back his emotions on the other side of the line. “I'm sorry, Wands,” he finally manages, and even though she can't see him, she knows he's barely keeping the tears at bay. “I just can't.”
And then there's a soft click as Pietro disconnects the call and the line goes silent.
Still reeling, Wanda is left reassuring herself that she can handle it this time. She’ll have to–for you.
As for Pietro, he’s prepared to do something that Wanda might hate him for in the future.
If he can’t convince his sister, then he’ll have to convince you.
***
Wanda's last words to you have stuck in your mind, popping up more often than you'd like to admit. You haven't been back to see her since, knowing all too well she'd bring up that same topic again without beating around the bush.
You're worried about what you might say to her. You'd rather avoid her than hurt her like you have so many times since you two split. You've been striking out at her, and you can't figure out why you keep doing it. You’ve been using sex as a means to be with Wanda without really being with her–at least not in every sense of the word. Not in the way you want to but can’t bring yourself to. Not in the way you’re capable of.
Without Wanda and your loved ones around, all you have is an empty apartment and a job that feels more like an obligation now. Joy seems elusive, life seems bland–eating just to fill your belly, working just to pass the day.
You're starting to realize that the best parts of life come from sharing it with others; when you have a friend to call after a long day; when you retire into the arms of someone you love; when your demons aren’t as loud as they are now in your head.
To your astonishment, your Stark Industries badge still functions when you arrive at work the day after collapsing on your kitchen floor. However, it's not long before HR summons you to meet an in-house specialist. After a short evaluation, you're prescribed pills to be taken twice a day and given a mild warning.
Later, when some of your colleagues invite you out to unwind after work, you accept, much to their surprise because you never once went out drinking with them, always preferring to keep your professional and personal lives separate.
You all head to a local bar, a place humming with people seeking an escape from their hectic lives. But the background music, the low murmuring of conversations, and the occasional laughter are just noises to you. The muted light from the suspended bulbs adds to the promise of a good time, but it barely registers.
You're not really there for the party vibe or the camaraderie with your colleagues; rather, it's the dulling effect of alcohol that you crave. You don’t even join their table, you prefer sitting by the bar where you can ask for a refill with just a snap of your fingers anytime.
A while later, one of your coworkers suddenly totters over to you with a loud, obnoxious laugh.
“Hey, how 'bout you stop moping over here and join us on the dance floor?” he slurs out suggestively, his eyes wandering all over your body.
You’ve heard the whispers around the office, the snide remarks about a woman leading their team. Their resentment rears its ugly head now, fueled by liquid courage.
“I'm good here, thanks,” you try to deflect, hiding your discomfort behind a casual sip of whisky.
But he isn't taking 'no' for an answer. He dismissively scoffs at your refusal and grabs your arm, attempting to pull you from your seat.
A surge of anger bubbles up within you.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you shout, yanking your arm back. Your voice is swallowed by the pounding techno music echoing around the bar. It's so loud, you doubt anyone heard your outcry, until a figure materializes from the edge of your sight.
“The lady said no,” she intervenes briskly, positioning herself between you and your colleague.
Taken aback, he stutters, pointing at her in a feeble attempt to salvage his bruised ego. “How about you, babe? Care to dance with me?”
Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, and the corners of her mouth curve up into a sardonic smile. “I think I'll pass,” she replies. “You see, I have a strict policy against dancing with pathetic boys.”
A few eavesdroppers start clapping, appreciating her firm stand. You can't help but feel satisfied as his face turns a bright shade of red. Muttering under his breath, he staggers off, swallowed up by the crowd.
The woman turns her attention back to you, signaling the bartender to pour you another drink.
“Sorry about that,” she starts, her voice just loud enough to cut through the ambient noise. “Some men just can’t take no for an answer. It bruises their fragile ego.”
“Thanks,” you say. “You didn't have to step in, but I appreciate it.”
She shrugs, taking a sip of her own drink. “Sometimes, a little intervention goes a long way,” she says, her eyes meeting yours. “And from what I saw, you're not one to be pushed around. I respect that. Cheers to standing up for ourselves!”
You can't help but chuckle as you clink your glass with hers. Her spirit is infectious, and, for the first time that night, you find yourself genuinely smiling.
An hour later, you find yourself doing more than just smiling, in a position you couldn't have predicted at the start of the night.
You're pinned against the wall of a college student's dorm, her eager mouth marking your neck in an almost painful way. You’re both drunk and you agreed for the woman from the bar to take you home because you wanted to find out something.
You wanted to understand why Wanda cheated on you. You wanted to be caught up in an attractive stranger. You want to know what it’s like to be wanted by someone young and alluring. This is not about revenge or trying to level the playing field; it's about grasping what led Wanda down that path.
And in the warm, dimly lit room of a young college student, you are willing to go to great lengths for that understanding.
“You’re so hot,” she moans into your heaving chest when you slip your leg between her thighs and draw her closer, encouraging her to grind against it. But as her head lulls back, caught in the pleasure of your advances, Wanda's vivid green eyes hauntingly flash before yours.
The taste of cheap alcohol is still strong on your tongue and a stranger's hand persistently roams over your overheated skin when a jarring realization strikes you.
This isn't what you want. It never was.
You find yourself unable to follow through, to do to Wanda what she did to you. It's not a matter of a moral high ground, it's simply because you just can't.
Feeling the touch of someone else, when you were in Wanda's bed just last week makes your stomach churn. Technically, you’re not doing anything wrong; you and Wanda haven't committed to any kind of relationship. And yet–
And yet, it feels like the worst betrayal. Like you're tarnishing something far deeper than any label can define.
It feels as though you're cheating on Wanda–and it makes you want to throw up.
“Y/N?”
An immediate, desperate need to flee consumes you. It's not something you can articulate, but something primal, a pressing demand from your body to get away.
“I'm sorry, I can't do this,” you utter hastily, not giving her a chance to respond as you scramble to grab your coat. Panic claws at you, and in your haste to escape, you find yourself practically running out of her apartment, her protests echoing faintly behind you, growing softer as you sprint down the hallway and out into the cool night.
It's a double-edged sword of hurt and confusion. On one side, your heart breaks at the very thought of being with someone else, of betraying Wanda, even when you have every reason to. On the other side, the very fact that Wanda managed to do it, to betray you so effortlessly, twists the knife even deeper into wounds that never quite healed properly.
Trying to understand why Wanda did what she did only makes her actions feel worse. It's as if you're learning about her deception all over again, like a new wound overlapping an old one.
Even as your eyes start to sting with unshed tears, the sudden blinking light from your pocket catches your attention. You instinctively reach down and pull out your phone, squinting against the bright screen, as an incoming anonymous message shows up on the notification bar. With a trembling finger, you curiously tap on it.
Your phone screen displays a photo that instantly drains the color from your face.
A sterile hospital room, bleak and unwelcoming. And on the bed is Wanda, looking pale, fragile, and disturbingly still, with tubes running from her mouth and nose. She seems lifeless in a way that makes your heart drop.
A surge of fear and concern washes over you, sobering you up instantly. Your stomach knots, your heart thunders in your chest. Your mind spins with unanswered questions, but one screams louder than all others: “What happened?”
Sensing there’s more to the message, you scroll down.
There’s a date attached showing when this picture was taken, along with five words that make your blood run cold: ‘What you've put her through’.
The message, even in its brevity, hits you like a punch to the gut.
And then, like some dark cosmic joke, rain begins to fall, splattering against the pavement that threatens to crumble beneath your feet.
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