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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 5 months

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The Babysitter (37)

Meet Me In My Office

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 37- W/c 4.7k This chapter is entirely 18+ Smut

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Meet Me In My Office

A/N- Updates from now will be really slow regarding this fic as I was posting all the chapters from my AO3/Wattpad onto here and we have reached the final one prewritten. I am a college student with a busy life so apologies for the delays in writing. Enjoy the smut :)

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As soon as the door was quietly and carefully shut behind you, Wanda's body was pressed up against yours, her hands cupping your jaw, tilting your head up to meet her lips in a sensual kiss. You softly moaned into the kiss, the two of you smiling into it as her thumbs stroked your cheeks, her mouth moving against yours languidly as you leaned into her body, revelling in the feeling of her body so close to yours. Your hands glided down her body, resting on her hips, fingering sliding through the belt loops of her jeans to tug her closer to you, a smile playing on your lips as she pulls back, eyes darkening as she lets her gaze scan across your features.

It had been a tiring and eventful week with the twins now home constantly, yourself and Wanda juggling work and caring for the boys which proved harder than the two of you predicted, leaving you to both trudge into bed with nothing more than an innocent goodnight kiss. Now however, you longed to feel her touch, to be driven mad by her and it was becoming abundantly clear that she felt the same way about you.

The kiss that was slow and intimate swiftly built as desire and arousal pooled between your thighs, Wanda's fingers threading through your hair, tugging your head where she wanted as her leg slotted between your thighs, pressing into your core in the most perfect way. A groan left you when she pulled back from the kiss, your hips subtly grinding against her thigh when her teeth bit down on your lower lip gently and dragged it back, eventually releasing it and peering into your eyes with the most seductive look, the green in her eyes replaced with pure hunger.

"Detka," she sighs out sultrily at the shell of your ear, kissing along your jaw to murmur into your ear as she knew how wet her voice made you. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she groans lowly, accent wrapping around her words sinfully, your back arching off the wall to press further into her body, hips still slowly grinding against her leg, pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, "I can't get enough of you."

"Fuck Wanda," is all you can managed back in response, the older woman letting her kisses travel down the side of your neck, sucking faintly to leave a brief red mark before licking up a stripe against the column of your throat, smirking when she could feel the vibrations of your groan. "I need you," you practically whimper, not caring how pathetic you must sound, eyes begging her to do something, anything to you as her lips meet yours again, tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and swallowing your desperate sounds.

Her hands glide down your body as her tongue moves against yours, the kiss becoming lewd and messy as you mirrored her earlier actions, threading your fingers through her silky locks, keeping her close. You moaned into her mouth in surprise when her hands reached the back of your thighs, lifting you up and walking towards the bed as your legs wrapped instinctively around her waist, both of you smirking into the kiss. Gently, she lowered you onto the soft mattress, your hair sprawling behind you against the sheets as her body towered over you, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips as she lowered her mouth to ghost yours.

"Tell me what you want, Moya Lyubov," she husks out against your lips, nose brushing yours as she teasingly makes you try to chase her lips, smile turning dominant as she watches you part your lips, head tilting to try and catch her lips, eyes hazy with lust.

"You, just you," you sigh back, her leg returning to the spot between your thighs, firmly pressed against your core earning a moan in response, her eyes somehow darkening even more.

At your words, her mouth meets yours once more but this time it's different. It's hot, desperate and passionate but also loving and intimate, her conveying her love for you into it as she pours everything into the kiss, both of you moaning at the intensity of it. Your hands fist into the hem of her shirt, desperately holding her close as you get lost in the sensations of her addictive lips, touch, sounds. Fuck, she was just intoxicating.

Her fingers move to rest on the underside of your jaw, angling your head up for kiss after kiss as you gasp into each other's mouths, lips relentless as they refuse to part, your hips now comfortably grinding unabashedly against her knee, pleasure coursing through your mind.

"That's it Detka," she praises in a pant against you, eyes closed as she moves her kisses to your jaw, nibbling softly against the skin, sending a shiver down your spine as arousal continues to pool between your legs, panties well and truly soaked. "Use my thigh, that's a good girl," her tone a sinful murmur at your ear once more, a pathetic whimper escaping you.

"Wanda- Fuck," you moan out, hiding your face at the crook of her neck, lips attached to any bit of skin you can reach, mouth parting when she pushes her knee firmer against you for you to grind along, a string of desperate moans leaving you. You can hear her soft sighs and low moans as her body moves against yours, your hips frantically moving against her leg as you can feel the pleasure bubbling inside you, your orgasm swiftly approaching at her actions.

When a choked moan escapes you, clit brushing against her perfectly, Wanda moves her hand to your throat, guiding you away from her neck and forcing you to look into her eyes, submission evident in yours as hers radiate pure dominance. Your eyes flutter shut when another wave of pleasure washes through you, body teetering on the edge of your orgasm as her fingers remain applying a slight pressure to your throat, the older woman unable to stop thinking about how you were such a pretty mess for her.

"Please," you whine out, hands moving to her back, nails digging in through her shirt as you hold onto her as if your life depended on it, mouth crashing back to hers to try and muffle your moans as your hips start to lose their rhythm, moving uncontrollably against her.

"Please what?" she teases, knowing exactly what you want her to say.

"Wanda," you groan, fluttering your eyes open and pleading with her to just give you what you want.

"I want you to say it," she rasps out, moving one of her hands down your body to your hips, guiding you along her thigh, another moan being torn from the back of your throat.

"Please can I come?" you whimper, head lolling back against the mattress as you wait for her permission to come, wanting to be good for her. You always wanted to be her good girl.

"Come for me Detka," she whispers, mouth instantly claiming yours to muffle the guttural noise that leaves you, body crashing into a euphoric state as pleasure courses through you, hands clutching at her as your hips continue to rock against her. Wanda eagerly swallows up all the sinful sounds that leave you, her lips moving to your jaw as you struggle to kiss her back, lost for breath as your eyes flutter shut, body riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Her hand moves from your hips to your hair, brushing the stray strands out of the way as your eyes slowly flutter open, her kisses travelling across your face as you smile against her into the next kiss, this once slower as you gradually recover.

"Good girl," she praises once again, smirking at the way your cheeks instantly turn red, an embarrassed noise leaving you, her slowly pushing her body up slightly, moving to straddle your waist, the sight of her on top of you, breasts in your face, swiftly causing the embarrassment to fade away, arousal consuming your body once more.

"So pretty," you mumble, kissing her collar bones as you sit up, fingers moving to the hem of her shirt, pulling on it impatiently as she smirks at your eagerness. Her fingers replace yours, hands tugging off the clothing item, leaving you to be amazed at the sheer beauty of her, the word Aphrodite floating around in your mind. Your hands move to the soft skin at the curve of her hips, still unable to comprehend how beautiful she was as your lips pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses to the top of her breasts, eyes peering up at her.

"You look so fucking hot under me, Detka," she purrs out, fingers threading through your hair and pulling your head back, your fingers inching their way up her back to the clasp of her bra, deftly unclasping it and pulling the red fabric off her. Wanda keeps her eyes on you as your gaze flickers to her exposed chest, an enamoured and lustful expression taking over your face as your hand moves to cup one of her breasts softly, mouth descending on the other.

A soft, sensual sigh escapes her at the feeling of your tongue swirling over her nipple, hand gently squeezing her other breast, warm and wet mouth having pleasure spiking through her body. You groan around her chest when her hips grind against your lap, her hands gliding across your shoulders, nails scratching down your back making you delirious with arousal.

"Fuck," she groans out sultrily, hand shooting up to the back of your head, keeping your mouth at her chest, "Do that again Detka- shit, just like that, right there," she moans, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh before sucking on it, eyes looking up to watch her reactions.

After switching to the other breast and lavishing it in an equal amount of attention, Wanda tugs your head away from her chest, having had enough of the teasing as she needed to feel your bare skin against hers.

"Off. Now," she mutters against your lips, hands at the clothes you were wearing, her gracefully sliding off your lap to remove her own clothes, not having the patience to undress each other.

Almost immediately, her body is back on top of you, soft skin pressed deliciously against yours, your hands drifting down to her core, eager to please her. Just as your finger was about to slide through her dripping folds, her hand catches yours, fingers interlocking with yours, other hand copying the action with your other hand.

"Lay back for me," she whispers, smirk playing on her lips as she pins your hands above your head, her core resting above yours as you moan when you realise what she's about to do. "Spread your legs a little wider, Detka," she instructs, pressing her core against yours, both of you letting out a lewd noise at the warmth building in your cores.

"Wanda, you feel so good," you moan out, her body lowering, back arching her body into yours as her hips grind against yours, your hand squeezing hers. Her body rocks against yours, dragging all sorts of sinful sounds out of you as well as her, the feeling of your soaking cunt against hers driving the older woman crazy with desire, body chasing her orgasm. "Harder," you whimper out, the tone of your voice making a guttural groan leave Wanda, her lips crashing to yours to muffle the wanton noise that escaped her.

One of her hands releases yours to clutch the sheet near your head, bracing her body up as both of your hips start to stutter, the pleasure too much for the two of you to handle.

"Are you going to come for me again, Detka?" she pants out, tone teasing as she curses in Sokovian under her breath, lips lingering against your cheek as her hips press down harder against you, a whine leaving you. When all you can do in response is whimper, Wanda takes mercy on you, kissing you once more before resting her forehead against yours, "Yeah? Come with me, Moya Lyubov."

Pleasure crashed over the both of you at her words, your bodies grinding and rocking together as your orgasms wracked through you, moans spilling from your lips at the ecstasy you felt. Your fingers tightened against hers, wanting her close as she rests her bodyweight against you, catching her breath as your lips weakly meet her shoulder, exhaustion creeping up on you.

"Stay with me," Wanda whispers in a small chuckle, her fingers brushing over your cheeks as your eyes flutter open, meeting her softened green. "We need to clean up Detka, then we can sleep, I promise," she murmurs ever so softly, encouraging you to let her guide you into the bathroom to quickly clean yourselves up, her hands roaming your naked body innocently, simply giving you the touch you craved and giving into her want to touch you.

"I love you," you mumble against her shoulder as you lean against her, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into bed with her, neither of you bothered about pyjamas as you snuggle together. The feeling of her breasts pressing into you makes a small, drowsy smile to play on your lips, the older woman noticing the action as her fingers scratch your scalp softly, your head remaining at her shoulder as your arms wrap around her, fingers sliding up and down her back.

"I love you too," she whispers to your sleeping form as your body is lulled to sleep by her tender actions.

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A soft chuckle woke you up, the feeling of your pillow beneath you moving gently causing your eyes to reluctantly flutter open, searching for the culprit who woke you up. You expect to see humoured green in front of you but are pleasantly surprised at the sight of Wanda's bare breasts, the annoyed expression fading into a shy smile, face nuzzling back against her chest as it was just so comfortable.

"I have to go to work soon Detka, I'm sorry but you have to move," she murmurs, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you grumble in defiance.

"Just take the day off," you mumble, earning an angelic laugh in response, her body shaking once again under you softly.

"I can't Detka," she apologetically whispers, fingers soothingly scratching your scalp naturally. "But how about this," she says, piquing your interest as you marginally pull away from her chest, looking up at her with tired eyes, "You let me go to work, dressed," her words playful earning a smile from you, "And when the twins go to Pietro's at two, you can meet me in my office," you watch how her eyes sparkle with an indecipherable emotion, your mind curious as to what she had planned. "Oh, and wear that small,black skirt of yours, it will make things a lot easier for me," her tone drops an octave at the end of her words, a small groan leaving you at her suggestive words.

Only seven hours till two...

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Walking into the tower, you were amazed as always at the stunning architecture of the building Wanda worked in, gaze glued on the fancy interior of the elevator, watching as the floor numbers ticked by. Impatiently, you waited for it to finally reach Wanda's floor, excited and curious as to what she had planned out, her getting dressed in private this morning, something unusual. She loved to tease you in innocent ways like that, having you watch as she slowly pulled on her underwear or bra, eyes always trained on you with a teasing comment on the tip of her tongue, your mind curious as to why she didn't today.

Knocking on her door, you were soon met with a professional 'come in' from the other side of it, your hand eagerly opening the door. Your gaze landed on the figure sat behind the desk, eyes flickering away from her computer to look at you, smile widening as she slowly pushed herself off her chair, hips swaying as she sauntered over to you.

"Hey Detka," she whispers, pecking your lips before locking the door behind you, hands moving to your waist and carefully guiding you backwards towards her desk, your body eventually being pinned between her and the hard surface.

"Hi love," you murmur back in an equally affectionate tone, tilting your head up to steal another tender kiss.

Her eyes slowly take in your outfit, darkening significantly at the skirt you were wearing, gaze lingering on the teasing skin of your exposed thighs, her head snapping back up to meet your curious and excited gaze. Subconsciously, your tongue ran across your bottom lip, wetting it as you waited for her to make the first move, knowing roughly where this was going.

"Before we do anything Detka," she says, her hands resting on the desk beside your body, her taller stature towering over you, "I need to know if you're going to be quiet or if I'm going to have to gag you with something." Her words directly hit your core, cheeks flushing a deep red as her index finger rests under your chin, guiding your head back up to look at her as you momentarily avoided her gaze. "What's it going to be?"

"The gag... I think," you sigh out, hands holding onto her waist, her smirk almost predatory at your response.

"Remember your non-verbal safeword?" she mumbles into a kiss, wanting to feel your lips before she covers your mouth up, not wanting the whole office to hear you screaming her name.

"Tap your arm or thigh three times to stop," you whisper back, indulging in the messy kiss as her body presses into yours, an abrupt moan escaping you at the hard bulge you felt. "Is that..." Your words trail off as Wanda's hands lift you up onto her desk, lifting your skirt up to expose your panties, a visible wet patch already adorning the lace.

She hums in confirmation as her hand reaches over to the drawer of her desk, pulling out an old silk tie and showing it to you, watching your reaction closely as her hips slowly push up into yours, grinding the strap on hidden by her trousers against where you desperately needed her. When you nod, after another kiss of course, she ties it around your mouth and the back of your head, the fabric muffling your words as you test it's ability, the older woman satisfied with it.

"As much as I love your pretty moans Detka, I hope you understand why I'm doing this," she asks, fingers tracing the fabric around your mouth, lips briefly pressing against your temple. "I don't want my co-workers to know how much of a little slut you are for me," her words have you groaning around the tie, eyes fluttering shut as her hands glide down your body, fingers at your inner thighs, the back of them brushing your dripping core. Your reaction spurs Wanda on, her finger sliding your underwear to the side before gathering your arousal, slowly circling your clit to work you up even more.

"You love this, don't you?" she whispers at the shell of your ear, accent prominent as her thumb moves to circle your clit, letting her finger thrust into you, stretching you out and ensuring you were wet enough for the larger toy. "Being under my control, my beautiful girl to ruin," you moan around the black fabric, the noise dampened making Wanda smirk as she curls her finger inside you, warmth pooling in your core.

You muffle a plea around the gag, eyes staring into hers desperately as your hands clutch at her blouse, trying to pull her body closer. She gives in, not knowing how much time she'd have with you, and swiftly pulls the toy out of the restraining clothes, your eyes darkening as she positions it at your entrance, eyes searching yours for any hesitancy. When it's clear that there's none, she slides the toy into you slowly, revelling in the muffled sound of pleasure that escapes you, her hands going to your hips, holding you in place while your hands glide over her shoulders and settle on her back.

The slow pace quickly vanishes, her hips thrusting into you powerfully as she pounds the toy into you, the filthy sounds of your muffled moans, Wanda's sighs and the toy sliding in and out of you filling the room, adding to your arousal at how fucking hot this was. God, you had dreamed about being fucked on her desk but never thought it would happen especially like this. This was dirtier, hotter, more primal than you imagined as she fucked you like it was the last time.

Her hips were relentless as she took you on her desk in an animalistic manner, mouth at your neck, sucking a mark she knows will taint your skin, the thought of everyone knowing you were hers thrilling.

Your nails dig into her back when she angles her hips differently, the strap on hitting your sweet spot with every addictive thrust, Wanda's mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear her laboured breaths and seductive sighs. Her teeth nibble on your ear lobe, earning a groan that turns into a choked moan when one of her hands tighten their grip on your hips, the other moving to circle your clit, hips bucking as she continues to mercilessly fuck you.

"You can take it," she rasps out at your ear at a whimper that leaves you, your orgasm swiftly building at her actions, your mind completely fogged with arousal, body burning with every single one of her touches, arousal coating the toy causing it to make a filthy sound with every snap of her hips. "You're doing so well for me," she praises, biting down on your neck as her kisses descended, your nails digging in harder as your body teeters on the edge of your first orgasm, Wanda knowing the signs of your body as your legs moving to wrap around her waist, trying to pull her closer and deeper.

"Please," you muffle around the tie, her lips parting from the newly formed mark on your neck to meet your desperate gaze, her hand moving from your hips to your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as your eyes practically roll back.

"Come all over my cock, Detka," she purrs out, knowing what your needy gaze was asking her for, a loud muffled moan reverberating around the room as your head moves to the crook of her neck, body tensing and walls clenching around the toy, pleasure crashing through you as you come on her desk, hands clutching at her for support as wave after wave of euphoria floods through you.

"We're not finished yet," she murmurs into your ear, a low groan leaving you as the toy slips out of you, Wanda moving back to help you off the desk, roughly turning you around and bending you over the desk, a guttural noise escaping you.

Your mind can't comprehend the pure desire you feel, skin on fire as she slides your panties down your legs, lifting your skirt once more and positioning herself at your entrance once again. With one thrust, she's back deep inside you, your hands reaching for the end of her desk for support, one of her hands moving to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and pulling gently, tugging your head back.

"Fuck," she groans at the sight of you, her core throbbing at what she was doing to you, her eyes trained on how the toy slid in and out of you, her free hand lightly spanking your ass, earning a small groan. "You're mine, aren't you," she pants out, pulling your body up, her chest pressed into your back, lips at your neck, your hands bracing your body upright on the table.

You nod your head at her words, mind spinning as pleasure overrides all your senses, head lolling back against her as your eyes convey your deliriously lustful state, eyes practically black with desire.

"All mine," she murmurs, the base of the toy brushing her clit perfectly with the new position, a low curse leaving her lips and fuck you think that's the hottest thing you've ever heard. Her hand returns to your throat, indulging in both of your fantasies as she applies a little more pressure, a deep groan leaving you as your hips push back against her, your second orgasm about to flood through you.

The feeling of her spanking you once more sends you over the edge unexpectedly, body tensing in her arms as she holds you upright, pressing you further into the desk as you rock against the toy buried deep inside you, a string of muffled moans filling the room. Your orgasm is prolonged by Wanda grinding the toy into you, the base of it rubbing against her clit as she chases her own orgasm, following swiftly after you as her hips soon start to slow.

The two of you remain in that position, leaning into each other and catching your breath as you recover from your powerful orgasms, Wanda gently turning you in her arms and untying your gag, lips instantly claiming yours for a soft, loving kiss.

"You ok Dorogaya?" she whispers, eyes searching yours making your chest fill with love. You adored how she could go from being so rough and dominant to so soft and caring, always making sure you were alright.

"I don't think I can walk," you reply honestly, earning a small chuckle from her, her lips pressing against your temple as she pulls out, helping you support yourself against her desk as she quickly discards the harness and toy in her ensuite to clean and move later before returning to you.

"That good, huh?" she teases, wrapping her arms around you and helping you to the sofa at the side of her large office, sitting with you as she fixes your hair, your body leaning against her side.

"Always that good," you sigh back, unable to comprehend the sheer ecstasy the older woman makes you feel, her arms a place of security as you relax against her.

"How about, after I've checked my emails one last time, we head home and have a nice relaxing bath to recover before the boys get home?" she muses, knowing that you were going to be tired after last night and today, her fingers tracing random patterns at your side, lips meeting your hair, lingering as she waits for an answer.

"That sounds perfect on one condition," you say, turning your head to meet her curious green, her entertaining you and raising one of her brows.

"I get to choose the bath bomb this time," you mutter, her chuckling at your answer, nodding inevitably to your command, always wanting to give you everything and more.

"Of course Detka, you can choose the bath bomb," she replies with a hint of teasing to her tone, not that you minded. "I love you," she whispers before getting up, fixing her outfit and quickly going to her desk as you do the same, waiting for her to finish.

"I love you too," you murmur, her arms soon wrapping around yours, ready to take you home.

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marveicinematics · 11 months

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after the nightmares (wanda x reader, smut)

Summary : You know how to make Wanda forget about her nightmares when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

Pairing : Wanda Maximoff x female reader.

Words : 1,275.

TW : Smut. Dirty talk, oral sex, tribbing, squirting.

Note : Happy pride month everyone! My first Wanda smut ever, let me know if you’d like to read more about her.

You clearly remember meeting her, months ago. She was alone at the bar, drinking her third cocktail of the night. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Bright red hair, the most beautiful face and lips you’d damn yourself to kiss at least once. You made your way to her, offered her to pay the next drink.

Before you were even tipsy, both of you were in the bar’s bathroom, fingers deep inside the other, holding back screams of pleasure.

“Fuck, I can’t even moan your name, I don’t know it.“

“Wanda,“ she answered with a smirk on her face, before you reached your orgasm, clenching hard against her long expert fingers.

It had been months, but the two of you kept meeting then and there, ending (or beginning) most of your dates with the wildest sex you ever had in your life. In back alleys, on the kitchen counter, in your bed right before she fell asleep in your arms. Months of happiness where you learnt more about Wanda, her story and her bagages. You loved spending time with her nevertheless, accepting each of her flaws, comforting her after each of her nightmares.

Tonight was one of those nights, Wanda had fallen asleep in your arms naked and you were still reading when you felt her squirm and mumble in her sleep. You did what you always did to comfort her, but it didn’t seem to calm her.

“Pietro !“ She screamed when she woke up, hands shaking.

“Shhh, I’m here, it’s over.“

Your hands cupped her face, thumbs rubbing against her skin as you maintained eye contact with her.

“It was a nightmare, it wasn’t real,“ you said with a soft tone and you saw her nodding softly.

“It wasn’t real,“ whispered Wanda.

“It wasn’t real, no. I, on the contrary, am very real.“

And to make sure she believed you, you closed the small gap between your mouths and kissed her as gently as one could, letting your lips taking away her pain and fear. It worked its magic, and you felt Wanda ease in your kiss, deepening it as she slowly forgot about the nightmare that just woke her up.

You felt her tongue lick your lower lip, asking for permission that you gave her right away, opening your mouth for her. Your body leaned closer against hers, your hips pinning hers to the mattress under her. She sighed in the kiss as your knee moved up between her legs, grazing her naked thighs.

“Don’t stop,“ she whispered again.

You smirked in the kiss, moving your knee up higher to press against her still covered cunt.

“D’you like this?“

“More...“ is all you could hear her mumble through her breathing as it was already getting heavier.

You pressed harder, moving your knee up and down her pussy as you started to feel the fabric of her panties getting wet. No doubt she was enjoying it. You rubbed her clit, earning a high-pitched moan from the woman you craved to please.

“Wanda, baby, you’re making a mess of those pretty panties.“

Your smirk didn’t leave your face yet, still rubbing her through the soaked fabric of her underwear. You knew how sensitive Wanda was after waking up. If you kept going, you’d get her to cum like this.

“It feels amazing!“

Her voice was already louder, and you thanked yourself for getting a soundproof apartment. She was not the type to be quiet in bed.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?“

Her only answer was another loud moan, and you knew she’d be screaming your name in no time. You moved your knee faster and faster, feeling yourself get aroused by the situation as your own breathing started to be heavier.

Wanda’s moans became high-pitched incoherent screams and her legs started to tremble against the bed. She was getting there. So you stopped without a warning, looking her eyes widen at the loss of her own orgasm.

“What the hell, I was so close!“

“I know, baby.“

Smile on your face, you took your tank top off, revealing your round boobs and hard nipples. The panties came off next, and you straddled her.

“You didn’t think I was going to stay out of the fun, right?“

You moved your own hand down your body and between your legs, brushing two of your fingertips against your cunt to gather some of your arousal. Slowly, you moved your wet fingers to Wanda’s face, and she opened her mouth immediately. She started sucking on your fingers, tasting you as she moaned in pleasure and finally let go of your digits with a loud ‘pop‘.

Wanda laid on her back, grabbing your hips to pull you higher up. Holding onto the headboard, you straddled her face, her tongue finding your wet pussy immediately. One lick, two licks, three licks and the next thing you knew, she was devouring you. You were bucking your hips against her face as she alternated between licking and sucking on your clit and shoving her expert tongue deep inside you, where you needed it the most. One of your hand grabbed her red hair, tilting your head back as you moaned.

“This feels heavenly!“

It only encouraged Wanda to go harder, bringing you close to your peak quickly. You let yourself reach the edge, getting closer and closer to your release before moving your hips up and stopping right before your orgasm.

“Do you plan on getting any of us off tonight?“ asked Wanda with a smirk on her face.

The naughtiest side of her was the one you loved the most. Taking off her top, you immediately started to suck on her breast, tongue playing with her nipple as she moaned softly. She was definitely still aroused.

After taking the pair of panties that she ruined off of her, you spread her legs wide enough and straddled her again, making sure both of your needy cunts were rubbing against the other as you were bucking your hips.

“Oh, god, Wanda…“

Again, it felt like nothing else. Both of you were already close and you had no time to waste. You started to rub yourself on her wet pussy, grabbing her ankles to hold her legs still.

“Oh my god, yes!“ Wanda started screaming almost immediately as she tilted her head back into the pillow.

“That’s it baby, scream for me.“

You moved faster, boobs bouncing in rhythm with your thrust against Wanda’s pussy.

“Fuck me, I’m going to come so fast!“ Wanda screamed again.

You knew she wasn’t lying. Letting go of her legs, you leaned closer so your boobs rubbed against hers, your face so close to hers that you could feel her warm breath on your lips.

“That’s it, fuck. Fucking cum for me, Wanda. I’m so close.“

You grabbed the pillow under her head with both hands, clenching your fists as hard as you could as Wanda’s hands were on your ass, pushing you harder against her. Her screams became euphoric as she neared her orgasm again and you had to close your eyes as the wave of pleasure hit you hard.

“Fuck, ‘m coming…!“ You managed to moan before you started screaming, shaking on top of her. “Wanda! Wanda, baby! F-Fuck!“

She followed you quickly, squirts of her pleasure making an absolute mess of the bed as she screamed like no one else in the whole world existed but the two of you.

You laid down next to her, both of you heavy breathing and sweating, some spasms still making her legs shake against the bed. You moved your head towards her and giggled.

“You’re the best at this,“ you said softly.

“Oh, no. You are.“

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upon-a-starry-night · 11 months

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Ran Right Into You Masterlist

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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: legal age-gap, eventual smut, angst

Summary: Wanda’s a newly divorced mother. You’re a big sister fresh home from college and you’ve started taking your little brother to soccer practice. -you two meet on the bleachers<3

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Look into my eyes (search your soul)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your love for Wanda could make you go the distance and more, just to see her happy.

A/N: I honestly don’t know what this is. Just a needed filler chapter for the final coming up? I should admit I’ve hit a wall that if it wasn’t for @wandabear who slapped me with out of the writers block i don’t know if I’d be able to continue this, lol. I just want to say that tooth-rotting fluff is coming. Hope you enjoy this mess (:

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII

Getting out of your car, you couldn’t help the smile growing by the second as your chest inflated with pride.

The house you’ve always wanted was about to be finished. After all the hard work and the re-designs, in just a few more days your forever home would be ready for you to fill with thousands of memories.

“Hi, James!” You greeted your contractor.

“Hi, Miss,” he bowed mockingly.

“Cut the crap, asshole.” You laughed at him.

“What? My salary after this will ricochet. It’s only fair I treat you as royalty.”

“We both know we’ve had bigger projects. Don’t you?” A raised eyebrow accompanied your smirk.

“This was the most challenging, though.” He countered as you both walked through the front door. “Which leads me to-”

“Please, no.” You whined disappointedly, feeling the happiness melting away.

“It’s big,” James informed. “Remember how we were greatly surprised the water pipelines were practically new?”

“I don’t get it. The inspection came out right.” You felt a tug at your heart as you spotted the huge hole in the floor.

“We still have to figure out exactly where the leak is. We’re waiting for the inspectors,”

“How long?” You braced yourself as the anxiety took over.

“To move into the house? Around 7 weeks.”

“The fuck? You know my lease ends in less than 6. Right?” You growled.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Might as well make sure everything is okay so you don’t have to fix it later on.” James reasoned.

Sighing, you just nodded defeatedly. The news about you being homeless even if for a bunch of days only increased the anxiety absorbing the reduced oxygen your lungs needed to function properly.

“Do you know a trusted storing company, by any chance?” You put your hands in the pockets of your jeans, trying to hide the shaking.

“I’ll send you the contact later, yes?” He looked up at you with a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you,” you smiled sadly before making your exit. You didn’t have it in you to inspect the remodeling anymore. Much less to ask about details.

Closing the car’s door harder than you should’ve, your fists collided against the steering wheel repeatedly. To say you were furious was an understatement. It was in times like these that you questioned how much of an asshole you have been in your past lives to be paying such karma.

You see, having to ask for shelter wasn’t something that worried you because you knew your friends would happily take you in. But what upset you was that it happened right when you had not one but two different clients that had requested a 3D model of their projects. And if the chaos your workplace turned into had you moody, you didn’t want to imagine how it’d affect whoever decided to host you.

But before you could dwell too much into your disgrace, your phone took you out of your reverie.

“Yes?” You tried to steady your voice.

“Uhh, troubles in paradise?” You cursed yourself for failing such easy tasks.

“Don’t remind me,” you grunted. “What’s up, Bucks?”

“Everyone is here already. Don’t tell me you forgot?” You could hear the voices of your friends talking in the background.

“Right. I didn’t forget,” you sighed. “I’m on my way, now.”

The way to Natasha’s was spent trying to calm down your anxiety. Today was a day to just enjoy your friends' company and have some good times. There’d be time to worry about your problems later.

But of course, that was better said than done for as you raised your hand to knock on the redhead’s door, your phone started to ring and the name of your most exigent client flashed on the screen.

Inhaling a long breath, you picked up the call. “Good afternoon, Mr. Coleman,”

“Hello, darling. Is there any chance you could send me the design for the guest house?”

“But there are a few details to finish,” you reasoned with the old man as you smiled exasperated to the redhead at the other side of the door.

“I understand, but I’m here with my son and he wants to check it out before you finish it just to get-” You walked inside the apartment, plopping yourself on the three-body couch in the living room, not interested in the explanation the man provided you.

“Alright, Mr. Coleman. I’ll send you the sketch right now.” You bumped your head against the padded backrest of the couch repeatedly at the lack of room to scream. It wouldn’t be very professional of you, after all.

“Thank you, darling. Have a nice weekend.” The old man greeted and you could only answer in the most cheerful voice you could fake before hanging up and leaving a loud grunt.

“I want a sugar mommy,” you whined, earning the laughs of your friends.

“Didn’t peg you for a sugar baby,” Natasha scrunched her nose at the thought.

“Ehh. If the pay is worth it,” you shrugged looking around. “Where are my babies?” you pouted at Wanda.

“They’re with Vision,” the redhead smiled tenderly and you ignored the trembling of your heart.

“Bummer.” You sighed. “Nat? Can I borrow your laptop?” You then turned to the redhead, who was looking at you with a knowing smirk.

“Sure thing,” she pursed her lips trying to keep whatever she was thinking to herself, making it impossible for you to stay glued to the couch.

“Why you looking at me like that?” You questioned the older woman as you followed her to her study.

“Sugar mommy? Really?” Natasha laughed mockingly.

“You know it was just a joke, right?”

“Does Wanda, thought?”

“What does she has to do with that?” You frowned confused.

“Dude, you can’t say those things in front of her. She has it bad for you,”

“Oh, shut up. She doesn’t.” You shook your head as you pressed the keys to access your email.

“I’m telling you, you’re so smart for a lot of things but so dumb when it comes to her.” Natasha walked away, leaving you dumbfounded with her words replaying in your mind.

But there’ll be time to try and decipher her words later. Now, you have to tend to your irritating client.

After what seemed like a few minutes too long of you fumbling with the touchpad, you clicked on the ‘send’ button and logged out of your account, turning off the laptop in the process.

The way Natasha's eyes were set on you despite having her girlfriend by her side made Wanda's blood boil with jealousy. Even more so at the way you were fidgeting as you kept stealing glances at her. The secrecy of it all had Wanda's fingers itching to pat the redhead’s smirk away.

Truth be told, it's been a few days since Natasha had taken her place in your life. Granted, you still visited each other frequently like you used to. But most times than not, Natasha was present when Wanda visited you. And even though Wanda knew the redhead’s heart belonged to Maria, she couldn’t help the greeny monster taking over her.

"So, how's the house going?" Wanda's attention picked up at those words, turning her gaze to you.

"Painfully slowly going." You whined, chewing the bite you just took.

"I thought it was almost done?" Bucky asked.

Sighing, you positioned yourself with your back against the armrest of the sofa and Wanda couldn’t help the soft caress in her heart at seeing you so relaxed if it wasn't for the frown on your face.

"James found a leak in the water pipeline and it'll take longer for me to move in, so now I'll be homeless when my leash ends next month," you sighed looking down at your hands and Wanda's words stuck in her throat as Natasha beat her to it.

"That sucks. But you know you can stay with me for whatever long it takes. Right?" The redhead offered.

"And have Maria having a meltdown?"

"Hey! I'm not that bad." The brunette complained.

"Who are you kidding? I can tell you the times you scolded me for being so careless when you saw me working," you chuckled heartily and Wanda couldn’t help giggling at the image playing in her mind.

"In my defense, it looks like a tornado passed by after you finish it." She shrugged.

Wanda didn't get to understand your retort as she was taken to the past, when she had stayed -multiple times- with you as you worked through the night building rooms and molding different miniatures of furniture out of cardboard and wood sticks as you created the mock-up of the design you were working on. Feeling the calm taking over her as she got to see you so at ease into your element even though it left you crying sometimes. The way you always patiently instructed her how to cut or glue the small objects had her heart skipping a beat when your hands would brush against each other. The calloused yet soft skin of your fingertips against hers had shivers running down her spine.

The pang against her side had her back to the present as she looked at her brother, frowning when Pietro’s eyes were moving weirdly.

Raising an eyebrow, Wanda silently asked him what his problem was, only for him to signal at you with his blue eyes.

But even though they shared a special bond thanks to being twins, sometimes it took more than a look to communicate.

And Pietro seemed to think the same as he sighed before he spoke. "Why don’t you stay with us?" Wanda's head tilted to the side as if her brother had grown a second head.

"Not sure it'd be ideal, Piet. With the twins and Wanda working from home, I don't want to impose," you nodded in the negative. Wanda's brain was trying to catch up with whatever was happening.

"Pretty sure Wanda wouldn’t mind. Right?" Wanda had to muffle a grunt as yet another finger poked at her side. Looking back at his brother, she saw him gesturing to agree with him.

"Of course not," Wanda tried to give the most convincing smile she could muster. "Lord knows I could have another adult by my side to try to understand the twins' babbling,"

"We'll see. I still have a few weeks to solve it." You shrugged it off, signaling the end of the discussion; leaving Wanda thinking about the prospect of you living in her house even if just for a few days and she’d be lying if the idea didn’t get her heart somersaulting.

The upcoming weeks we spent between you working nonstop trying to finish as much of your projects as you could just so you didn’t turn Wanda’s house into a mess with your supplies and boxing whatever you didn’t need for the time coming as your possessions along with your furniture would be sent to the storage facility James had recommended you.

“I finished with the kitchen,” Natasha spoke, walking into your room.

“Thank you,” you eyed her sitting on your bed, her green eyes looking at you expectantly. “Can I help you?”

“Maybe.” The redhead pursed her lips, obliging you to release a grunt as you busied yourself packing your clothes. “I need you to answer me something.”

You hummed in acknowledgment as you took a ripped jeans from the pile you had decided would go to the storage, folding it neatly before you put it in the box.

“I’ve been thinking,” Natasha paused and it took all the patience you had just to swallow your growl. “What if you and Wanda get together? Where would you live?”

Her words had you turning your head so fast that you felt dizzy for a few seconds. “Where do you get that idea from?” You frowned as the redhead groaned painfully.

“I swear to God, you’re so dense, Y/N!” Natasha rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

“I'm not. It’s just-” You paused trying to organize your thoughts, too afraid to misunderstand the signals both your friends and Wanda constantly gave you.

“I don’t want to hurt,” you sighed defeatedly. “If she really felt something for me, she wouldn’t have rejected me for prom night.”

“We were kids back then,” the redhead took a seat beside you on the floor, taking the crumpled shirt off your hands. “She was afraid,” Natasha took your hands in hers, squeezing them.

“Afraid of what?” You felt your heart cracking at that confession. Why would Wanda ever be scared of you?

“That’s something you have to ask her,” Natasha spoke softly, almost pitifully. “But what I can tell you is that you just have to open your heart in order to see,”

But before you could voice your feelings any further, the ringing of your doorbell had the redhead walking to greet your friends, ready to help you with the moving.

After having loaded all your furniture and boxes into the haul truck Bucky had managed to borrow from a friend, you both drove alongside Steve to the storage place while Natasha and Maria drove to Wanda’s with your baggage.

“I think we deserve a nice dinner as a welcome.” The blonde spoke, gaining your attention.

“It’d need more than a dinner to thank you, guys. You’re literal live savers,” you smiled truthfully.

“Ehh. It’s nothing, dude.” Bucky shrugged you off with his eyes glued to the road. “But you need to keep us updated.”

“With what?” You frowned at his words.

“With Wanda, you dummy,” Steve giggled.

“Not you too,” you whined, throwing your head back.

“What? We deserve the dits as your best men,” Bucky smiled toothily and you didn’t have it in you to break his heart.

“Can we not go there? It’s not like we’re moving in together,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yet. You’re not moving together, yet.” Steve corrected and your hand itched to lovely pat their faces.

To say the rest of the afternoon was full of mockery and laughs was an understatement. You barely had time to spend with the boys as adulthood had you all pretty busy, so you tried to make it the best of the day as all three of you worked together to put your belongings into safety.

Once you reached the house that would shelter you for the next ten days, you couldn’t help the sweat forming in your palms and the feeling of utter uncertainty at the prospect of breathing the same air as Wanda’s twenty-four-seven.

Natasha’s words from earlier did nothing to placate the anxiety tugging at your heart.

“Thanks for having me,” you smiled something crooked at the redhead on the other side of the door.

“It’s nothing,” she smiled toothily and you couldn't help your heart skipping a beat at the shine you saw in those green eyes. “Hope you don’t mind that I cooked pasta?” Wanda scrunched her nose in that way it had you all mushy over the floor.

“As if you didn’t know me,” you rolled your eyes playfully, earning a laugh from your host.

“Where are my sunshines?” You walked further into the house looking for the twins, wanting to escape the uncomfortable silence that had settled between you both just a second ago.

While time ago you’d be more than happy to spend unlimited time with Wanda, now it was only anxiety what you felt as you wandered into the very-well known house as your inner fears slowly manifested themselves, making it hard for you to feel at ease in what you once considered your second home. Too afraid to face the reality you dreaded to recognize laying at the back of your mind.

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ryloriee678999 · 2 years

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When I Hit The Floor (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: Wanda catches you crying in your sleep. (1150 words)

Warnings: mentions of trauma (no specific trauma) and nightmares.

A/N: Vent fic :,) I wrote this on a camping trip since the wifi was down in Canada

You couldn't be happier, really. You have an amazing girlfriend who recently moved in, a good job that saves lives, and you finally came to terms with yourself and your past. But that didn’t mean your past didn't come back to bite you in the ass sometimes.

It didn't bother you, at least you didn't think it did. Sure what happened years ago went through your mind briefly once in a while but you could always distract yourself or crawl into Wanda's arms when things got rough. Overall, you could control it. But when it came to night, the dreams you had, you couldn't control those.

Often you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night with cold sweats and the terrible lingering feeling caused by the flashbacks your mind decided to play on repeat in your sleep. Each time you had one of those nightmares, your first priority was to not wake up Wanda no matter how hard it was to breathe. You made sure you were careful, the easiest way was to pretend you were asleep until morning came. Often it was hours but you could spend the time calming down and trying to relax next to her.

The night affects your morning, you felt tired all through work and were more irritated. Wanda noticed it but didn't comment. After all, why would she get so worked up about that? You kept this all a secret from her and you intended to keep it that way forever. You wanted more than anything for her not to know. It was embarrassing how caught up you were in something that happened a long time ago and you felt like you couldn't talk about it. So you kept it to yourself until you couldn't.

After a tough day, you knew that your dreams would come back. They always found their way into your mind on bad days, much worse than normal. Knowing this information prior, you decided to sleep on the couch. It was late and Wanda wasn't home yet so you could just pass it off as ‘accidentally falling asleep.’

As you got ready to close your eyes, you got as comfortable in one of Wanda's hoodies and pulled out a sitcom DVD that sat next to the tv. Anything that made you feel better you did because this night was going to be rough.

About a few hours after falling asleep, as you expected, a flurry of traumatic experiences came to play. It was like you were reliving them but aware of what would happen next.

When you awoke, your eyes opened abruptly and you sat up. The hoodie stuck to your body with all the sweat you produced. Breaths came out fast as tears started prickling up in your eyes. You expected nothing but silence and to be alone but then you saw Wanda on her knees next to you and then felt her hand on your back, rubbing circles against you.

“It’s okay, deep breaths. That’s it, in and out,” Wanda said, trying to get you to calm down. She continued to rub your back until you could breathe at a steady pace. You stared at your feet in front of you, trying to avoid Wanda’s gaze.

She's the first one to break the silence after a few seconds. Your fear coming true. “You were crying in your sleep, love.” You hated how concerned she sounded. You don't know whether it makes you want to run away or be held.

Her hand comes to rub the tears away from your cheeks. Why were you still crying? You didn't even notice you started.

“Bad dream?” She asked. All you could do was nod, making it seem like just a silly nightmare. “I noticed that's been happening a lot since I moved in.”

“Yeah,” you mumble. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough. Did Wanda always know? Why didn't she do anything? You let your head race with more thoughts until she grabbed your hand.

Was she reading your mind?

“I didn't want to pry at first but when it kept happening I had to take a look.” She pauses, trying to find the right words. Her facial expression almost matched your own with how sad she is. “Did that really happen?” She asked, wishing it was all just made up. She wanted your nightmares to be fake, the thought of you going through all of that; The thought of you being scared or not feeling safe hurt her deeply.

You weren't mad that she read your mind, you would have done the same if she was in your position. But you were embarrassed and ashamed. You told her everything, but not this, never this.

“It happened,” you admit. “But it was years ago, and really it's fine now I promise.” Wanda frowned and even though you were the one going through it, you couldn't help but want to hug her and tell her there's nothing to worry about.

“It's not fine if it keeps affecting you. I know you always deflect me about these sorts of things but let me take care of you... Please? I want to be there for you.”

You feel yourself starting to cry at her words. She wanted to take care of you, that's all you ever wanted. You were finally getting what you wanted but why were you crying?

“It’s exhausting…'' you say through deep breaths. “Doing this on my own for so long.”

“I know, baby,” she affirms then gets off her knees to stand up. “I know you don't feel like sleeping but why don't we go to bed? It’s much more comfortable than the couch.”

You agree and stand up, your knees a little wobbly but she catches you. Both of you cling to each other as you walk into the bedroom. Still, your tears were falling but the sensation of Wanda holding onto you made everything a little bit better.

She hushed you and left light kisses all across your body as you sobbed into her chest. “Shh, baby. you didn't deserve the bad things that happened to you. You never deserved that,” Wanda cooed. You almost feel lighter after hearing those words. The reassurance that it wasn't your fault, that you didnt deserve it made you feel better even though you didnt believe it yourself.

Soon the combination of lack of sleep and crying tired you to the core. Even though you didn't want to fall asleep, you felt your eyes closing and your arms relaxing against Wanda's body.

“Im not letting you go, you can fall asleep,” she whispered, her lips brushing at the top of your head. With that, you let yourself finally fall asleep without the fear of a nightmare. And if a nightmare did occur, Wanda would be there and you’d get through it, Together.

“Sweet dreams, love.” And for once you did.

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Done for MantaI305ApollosChariot Wanda and Pietro Kid Fics. More details inside.

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❤️Fallen Star - Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader (she/they pronouns)❤️ Marvel canon divergence

Ch 1 ❤️Chapter 10❤️Ch 11

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Summary: You don’t remember much of what happened during the experiments, or before them honestly. Your mind seems to be protecting you from that somehow. You’ve been on your own for a year now and you can’t recall what normal life used to be like. Now, everything is mixed up and you’ve somehow been taken in by a group that calls themselves the Avengers. It’s a good situation, but it still has its challenges. However, you don’t expect the quiet girl that never talks to you but is always around for some strange reason to be one of those challenges. -❤️- (y/n is a former HYDRA experiment that was assumed to be a failure when she encountered the mind stone, but what HYDRA didn’t realize was that they were given the ability to morph her inner being into the form of light, aiding in her accidental escape. Now, after a year of running from people who had no clue they should be looking for her, y/n has been taken in by the Avengers.)

Warnings: cannon complacent violence, guns, explosions, death

Word Count: 4,391

A/N: And after yet another month+ long break from writing a chapter, we're back! This was one I was both excited about and dreading writing because I wanted to get it right. but anyway, it's time for the civil war era, which is one of my favorites and I intend for it to be quite angsty, so buckle up (also I finished and I'm posting this around 3:30 in the morning, so please ignore mistakes for now.) As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! ❤️

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Months had passed by faster than you would have expected. You'd started spending more and more time at Wanda’s side, so much so that the others had begun to notice. Wanda would confide in you more often than not and you took the time to listen to whatever fuzzy thoughts she needed to expel with a warm presence. In turn, Wanda continued trying to help you regain the memory of your former life. But recently, you'd begun to seek her out simply for her company.

Some afternoons you'd spar together in the gym, or you'd relax in Wanda's room, watching an old television show together or just talking into the night. Now, however, you were lounging together in your room. Wanda had been dozing on and off after a long session of morning training with Steve. She currently buried her face in one of your pillows with both arms wrapped around it, her breath moving in and out of her parted lips. You let her rest and flipped through a book Natasha had suggested you read. It was an old murder mystery, which wouldn’t normally be your thing, yet you found it quite interesting this time.

You had to look up from your book when you heard a chuckle. Wanda had left the door wide open when she’d come in and flopped beside you, and you hadn’t bothered to get up and shut it. So now, looking up, your eyes meet an amused pair of blue. You scowled your brow, despite the smile that tugged at your lips as you shut your book.

“She seems comfortable,” Pietro leaned against the frame of your opened door, arms crossed in front of him.

“Shouldn’t you also be in bed, Piet?” you asked, arching a brow. Wanda had been updating you regularly about his condition and by your understanding, he had only been cleared for supervised activity. A walk along to your room didn’t seem to fit that definition. He shook his head and laughed lowly.

“Wanda worries about me too much,” he sighed and turned his gaze to her at your side, smiling fondly. “You know I’m older, right?” he asked, looking your way again. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“You have mentioned that at least once before,” the Socovian snorted, continuing to smile. “How’s the recovery coming along?”

“I would have thought Wanda would keep you posted?”

“She has, but I want to know what you think,” he tilted his head with a curious hum, then sighed after a beat.

“Yaknow, I’m feeling better. I can walk and eat. I feel ready to take care of myself. But sleepy over there…” he paused, watching Wanda again. “She worries,” you nodded with him, eyes glancing down at her as well. She sighed against the pillow, holding it ever so tighter as she took in a long breath. She appeared to be smiling and you couldn’t help but wonder what she might be dreaming about.

“It’s just what she’s used to, I guess,” he sighed again, running a hand through his hair, which had gotten considerably longer since his accident. “And I hate that she’s gotten so good at it,”

“It’s in her nature,” you murmured, looking back up at him. “When we had our little run-in, she was so worried about hurting me and she didn’t even know me yet,” you mused fondly.

“Now she’d helped me recover what I lost. Not because she has to, but she wants me to have that back, I guess,” Pietro sighed again and nodded.

“Wanda values those better parts of our childhood. She wants you to have that too,” he paused, chuckling. “She talks about you a lot,” you blinked, surprised by the comment, only he turned his attention back to Wanda before you ask what he meant. The redhead began to stretch beside you, crunching her face as she reached her arms forward. Her fingertips blindly brushed against your arm as she did so, but you made no motion to notice. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours as you smiled her way.

“Hi,” you said, failing to suppress the grin forming on your lips. She of course did not incline that her brother was just by the door and you knew she wasn’t going to be as pleased as Pietro was.

“Hi,” she managed, her voice groggy as she snuggled up with the pillow again as her eyes began to focus after blinking slowly. It took her a second to recall where she was and when she looked up at you again, the faintest pink tinted her cheeks. She sat up promptly, scooting a space away from you as she cleared her throat. “Sorry, I didn't mean to -” she started till her eyes caught her brothers.

“Pietro! You’re not meant to be up,” she began to scramble off of the bed, marching toward him with outstretched hands. The taller twin began to laugh as she pestered him with questions. “You can’t be walking around without supervision! What if you fall-” Pietro laughed as she began to shove him from the door.

“I told you!” you called from your seat as he began to walk away with her.

“I didn’t wanna wake you, Wan. You looked so cozy,” he said with a bright grin as Wanda’s scowl grew into something made up of embarrassment rather than just her initial annoyance. She glanced at you only for a second and you gave her a tiny wave before forcefully shoving her brother down the hall and back to his room.

“Bye Pietro!” you called, craning your neck to peek out of the door from your bed. You leaned back into your bed, taking up your book again in your lap, but you couldn’t quite seem to get back into it. Instead, you kept thinking about what Pietro had said.

“‘She talks about you a lot,’” repeated in your head and you couldn’t contain the smile that formed on your lips. Only when you realized, you groaned, flopping on your back and covering your face with your hands as you bit the inside of your cheek. All this time with Wanda had started to make you feel different.

You knew what it could be, but you weren't going to admit it. Not to yourself and certainly not to her. Besides, what if it was just a silly, fleeting thing that you got over? Or what if she didn’t feel that way- Your bumbling thoughts were interrupted by a chime from your wall.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/n. Natasha and Steve have called for a meeting in the briefing room. You will be there in 5 minutes,” you arched a brow in confusion, sitting up to check if Friday had been right. Sure enough, briefing room, five minutes. You sighed and got out of bed, stretching as you walked out of your room and shut the door behind you.

-*-

“Alright, the gist of it is that we have a lead on Rumlow,” Steve explained as Natasha pulled up a photo on the room's big screen. You sat at the table with Wanda and Sam, but Vision didn’t seem to be attending. “Now we’re not sure what he’s after. Some chatter says he’s planning to hit the police station in Logos, but again, we’re not certain about anything,” you raised your hand and he nodded towards you.

“Was Rumlow that guy that you kind of…” you paused, gesturing with your hand “dropped a building on, for lack of a better term,” Steve took in a breath through his nose and scratched the bow above his lip.

“Yep. indeed he was. Thank you for the reminded, y/n,” he finished, turning back to the presentation. Wanda, who sat just diagonally across the table from you made a face and you shrugged. “Wanda, you’ll be running visuals with Natasha while Sam and y/n are our eyes in the sky,” you glanced Wanda’s way instinctively, then back at Steve without another word.

“We’re leaving now. Whatever’s happening is going down in the morning and we’ll make it just in time so go suit up,” he dismissed you with a wave of his hand. You got up promptly

“Will Vision be coming?” Wanda asked and you stalled at the door, waiting for her to catch up.

“No. we figured he’d stand out just a touch,” Natasha interjected as Steve left the room. “Stealth is the priority here,” Wanda nodded then left with you without another word about it.

“Why’d you ask about Vision?” you interrupted the silence as you walked with her when curiosity got the better of you. She shrugged as you turned down the hall to the compound elevators and pushed the down button.

“Just curious maybe,” she looked up at the blinking numbers above the elevator. You watched her carefully, trying to catch something you could be missing. “We haven’t had a full team mission yet. I thought maybe this could be it,” she stepped into the open elevator as she finished talking. You hadn’t noticed the doors open, you were so focused on her. You rode down in silence beside her, leaning your lower back on the wall as you snuck glances at her. She’d taken out her phone and was typing quickly. Assumedly texting Pietro to let him know what was up, you guessed.

“Have you been to Africa?” Wanda asked just as the doors opened up.

“Hm?” You hummed then shook your head. “No, I haven’t. At least I don't think I have,” you said with a slightly smug smile, enjoying your one joke about your memory loss just a little bit. Wanda’s eyes widened slightly and she shied away, a slight flush coming over her complexion again.

“Sorry. That must have slipped my mind…” she mumbled, walking with you to the gear room. You laughed and shook your head.

“It was funny! Don’t worry about it,” you assured her with another shiny smile. “But no, I not sure if I’ve been or not,” you pulled the door open, gesturing for her to go in before you. Sam was practically ready to go and was sat fidgeting with some of Redwing’s code before heading out.

“Move it, bird brain!” you called in a joking manner as you walked in behind Wanda, the door shutting with a quiet clock. Sam arched a brow with a lopsided smile as he tisked. He finished with Redwing and tucked him away, making a face as he passed you and you in turn stuck your tongue out at him.

“Nice, y/n. Very mature,” he called as he pushed the doors open with his back.

“Says the guy who started it!” you yelled back. You heard Wanda chuckle from her locker and you turned to see her shaking her head. “What?” you asked, though you smiled, knowing what she was probably going to say.

“You’re never mature with him,” she commented, pulling out some of the more “undercover” attire she suspected she might need given her surveillance assignment.

“Yeah, I know. But Sam’s hardly serious,” Wanda hummed, moving to a more secluded changing room to get dressed. “Don’t forget the baseball cap!” you called to her as she left. You heard her chuckle under her breath and imagined her shaking her head again.

-*-

You landed in Lagos when it was still dark and Steve ran down the plan once more for you. Around five, you moved into your positions. Steve was hidden in a hotel room that overlooked the police station while Wanda and Natasha took up seats at a small cafe just across the way. You sat with Sam on the roof of a taller building, also facing the station.

“All right, what do you see?” Steve asked over coms, his question targeted Wanda. While this was a very real mission, Nat and Steve had professed that this would also be treated as a team-building exercise of sorts for the three of you. You watched Wanda from above, though her face was obscured by an umbrella as well as the hat, which she’d worn per your suggestion.

“Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It’s a good target,” Wanda observed.

“There’s an ATM in the south corner, which means…” Steve was stalling, wanting Wanda to come up with the answer herself rather than telling her.

“Cameras,” right on the money.

“Both cross streets are one way”

“So, compromised escape routes”

“Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out,” he stalled in his breath, considering possibilities. “You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute”

“It's also bulletproof,” Natasha interjected, “which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.”

“You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?” you had to refrain from laughing over coms. Sam noticed and shook his head with a smirk as your smile turned to a scowl at the sight of him.

“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature,” Natasha added. You could see her sipping her coffee and imagine her eyes shifting behind her sunglasses.

“Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?” Sam asked upper coms. Now it was his turn to shoot you a grin. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the street.

“Not to my face,” you could hear the smirk Natasha was keeping concealed in her voice. “Why? Did you hear something?”

“Eyes on target, folks,” Steve interrupted now, ceasing the conversation altogether and focusing up once more. “This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him,”

“If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us,” you nudged Sam’s shoulder, getting him to knock it off when strange movement on the street caught your attention along with Sam’s

“Sam, see that garbage truck?” you exchanged a mutual look with Sam and nodded “Tag it,” doing as he was instructed, Sam released Redwing from his back with the click of a button. The little camera robot hovered for a moment before it was flown down to provide visuals of the truck. You leaned close to Sam to get a better look from your perch.

“Give me X-ray,” with a click of a few buttons, you watched as he grimaced.

“That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed” Sam turned to you and you nodded. You both knew it was time to get going, so Sam started up his thrusters and you got your powers working, warming them up for a quick getaway.

“It’s a battering ram,” Natasha added with a breath.

“Go now,”

“Why?” you heard Wanda ask as you all began moving.

“He’s not hitting the police.'' With Steve’s order, you jump into action with Sam, both diving to the ground with you at the front in a move you'd been practicing for some time now. Just before you hit the ground, you reached up and Sam grabbed your hands. Normally, he would have strained himself flying like this, but strangely, when you activated your powers, they helped you both grip on to one another, making the move possible in short inclinations.

Moving quickly, he managed to turn around and sort of launch you into the air in a corkscrew motion to give you an added boost. Unlike Wanda, you couldn’t quite support yourself in the air with your powers. So ratchet than flying, you'd learned to use your powers like a jump boost of sorts, which helped run across spread-out roofs like you were now. And Sam’s help gave you some additional air that you wouldn’t have been able to get otherwise.

Sam ducked back into the city once he knew you'd had been set up to get hold of Steve and you kept running towards the scene. You could see the truck speeding up now and it Tapppeared to be heading for a building with writing that reads “Institute of Infectious Disease” on the outside. Your stomach dropped with a familiar kind of dread for what they might be after.

You arrived a little late and watched as Steve was launched from the air, similarly to how you had been, and began sparing with men on the ground. You made your way to the roof with the familiar clanging and wooshing of the Captain's shield echoing below you. You landed on a bridge-like part of the roof with one last boosted jump and skid across the gravel lining, alerting the two men with rather large guns to your existence.

“Hello boys,” you said with a smug smile. Guns began to click and with a pound of your fist into your open palm, you manifested a sparkling gold shield in front of you. You charged forward, bullets rickshaw till you fully ran and slid across the roof and between the two men, getting behind them long enough to knock one off his feet. You worked to deflect the other one’s attacks till you hit him square in the chest with an extra powered punch.

“Body armor, AR-15s. I make seven hostiles,” Steve said over crackling coms. Sam appeared on the roof as you continued to fight the first of the men. You could hear the other one begin to get up but didn’t have the time to worry as Sam handled him. Hitting your attacker square in the jaw as well as with an uppercut to the ribs seemed to do the job and you turned to Sam with sweat trickling down your brow. You moved over to him and gave him a knuckle bump as he nodded with a heaving breath.

“I make 5,” Sam said over coms.

“We make 5,” you clarified, moving on to the next wave below. You stopped before jumping down and looked up for the familiar sound of Wanda’s magic as she flew overhead, landing on the main level as she left a red pulse in her wake. She quickly manifested a shield similar to your own (which you'd helped her learn), blocking a barrage of bullets till she could grab her attacker and fling him backward with her magic.

“Sam,” she called and your partner flew down, knocking into the flying guy with his wing and slamming him to the ground.

“Four,” he said as he walked off.

“Do you need to count!” you called just before jumping from the roof, cushioning your landing with a pulse of your magic that kept you on your feet. With the outer ground floor secured you had a moment to breathe and did a short jog over to Wanda. You grabbed her shoulder gently and smiled. “Hey, you alright,” she nodded with a quick smile of her own and you gave her a curt nod, squeezing her shoulder just before turning back to the mission. Looking up you saw Redwing scanning the building and taking a headcount of the remaining hostels in the area.

“Rumlow’s on the third floor,” he reported when the drone had finished up. Steve nodded and turned to Wanda, looking right in her eye to assure her attention.

“Wanda, just like we practiced,” He barked as he walked, pointing at her as he looked up at the building.

“What about the gas?” the Sakovian asked from beside you.

“Get it out,” Steve’s fast-paced walk turned into a sprint as he jumped onto the roof of one of the parked trucks. You watched as Wanda strained, using much of her efforts to lift Steve quite high and guide him through one of the large windows that walled off the third floor. once he was through, another wave of hostels moved in from where the truck had crashed.

“I’m covering you!” you yelled as gunfire rang out, pressing your back to Wanda as you made ye another shield, only bigger to cover the both of you. Wanda leaned her back on you as she focused on moving the gas, using you as a way to physically relieve some of the pressure from using her magic so much. Periodically you managed to send a blast into one of the men shooting when they got too close, but your effort was primarily working to keep both Wanda and her shield up.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon,” you heard Steve over the coms ad Wanda dispersed the gas into the air.

“I’m on it,” Nat’s voice rang out now. You kept an ear out for anything of pertinent importance or orders over the coms but focused your attention on Wanda. She’d keeled over, hands on her knees as she worked to keep her breath regulated. You came up beside her gently, tentatively rubbing circles in her back with your palm.

“Hey, talk to me,” you murmured. “You ok?” you asked. She nodded, eventually standing fully as she caught her breath. She smiled at you, though it appeared weak as her chest continued to rise and fall at a pace that felt to fact.

“Let’s take it easy,” explosions began to ring out from behind the building and Steve sounded over coms again.

“Sam. He's in an AFV heading north” Wanda turned to you, reaching out her hands. You shook her head, knowing what she was trying to do, but she relented, grabbing your hands and wrapping them around her shoulders. With little to no warning, she pushed off the ground and you had no choice but to hold onto her tight. She focused her energy to round her feet and in her right hand as her left came up to wrap around your waist, pressing you close as she flew you in the same direction as same.

“Wanda, this in no way taking it easy!” you yelped over the rushing air around you. Wanda only laughed in response and you could feel it reverberate in her chest with the proximity between you both. You held on a little tighter after that.

“I got four, they're splitting up” you heard Sam yell in person rather than over the coms from his perch on a tin roof as you landed in the market with Wanda. Bistanderds scattered from your landing spot and you promptly apologized as Wanda continued, dragging you along in the chase.

“I got the two on the left” you spotted Natasha running over the hoods of taxies down a different street of the market. As you moved inward, you watched Steve do the same till he dove into a crowd.

“They ditched their gear,” he started. You stopped running for a moment with Wanda to listen. “It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload” you didn’t see it, but you heard the explosion followed by the collective screaming from marketgoers as Steve was attacked. Wanda tried pulling you through, but with the sudden divulgence into chaos, it was difficult to get any kind of opening. Especially since you were going in the opposite direction of practically everyone else.

“We need to get to Steve!” Wanda insisted as she continued to try and move. She went to try and fly you both again, but you pushed her fist down, stopping her for the moment.

“You're tired, Wanda. We’ll make it, just give it a moment,” She stared into your eyes as people swarmed around you but gave in with a nod. You took the lead this time, guiding her through the frantic crowd to the clearing that appeared to be forming around Steve.

You pushed forward, trying to get some kind of visual. When you did, you realized he was soloing with Rumlow and you felt your heart sink. You moved faster, shouldering and elbowing your want though as anxiety began to pulse through your throat. The realization that you could be too late didn’t hit you till you skidded to the edge of the crowd, finally in earshot of the scene.

Rumlow smiled menacingly up at Steve, who had a frozen look on his face as if he had just seen a ghost. His face was coiled and burned from their previous encounter and you stood, petrified as he spoke, your grip on Wanda’s hand tightening as your eyes widened.

“He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’” his grin curled as his brows furrowed in a crazed delight. “And you're coming with me,” you noticed the bomb vest too late, only when he pulled out the trigger.

“Steve!” you screeched, beginning to move forward as there was a burst of orange light around Rumlow only to be forced to the dusty ground by Wanda’s hands as she reached out in front of her. Steve turned in a mixture of amazement and horror, similar to your expression as Wanda began to contort her hands and arms, groaning at the strain of heaping the explosion contained between the walls of her magic till Rumlow was shot into the air. Only she couldn’t hold it long enough.

He exploded right beside the windows of an office building, multiple stories high. Wanda knelt to the ground, the hand covering her face moving to her mouth in horror realizing what she had done. Steve stared wide eyes up at what was now a burning hole and slowly reached for his earpiece.

“Sam… We need… Fire and Rescue… on the south side of the building. We gotta get up there…” he asked between panting breaths. You remained frozen in place due to shock and the rushing adrenalin that pounded in your ears. Wanda practically collapsed to the ground, tears burning her eyes as she swallowed a sob.

Only that shook you from the frozen staring and you moved. You practically fell again as you scrambled to your feet, your suit dirtied by the sandy ground as you took her into your arms. You wrapped one arm over her chest, the other over her head as she began to cry. Sirens began to blare in the distance, honing in on the three of you. But all you heard was the mingling of Wanda’s trembling cries and your shaking, hushed whispers as you tried to soothe her. You went as far as obstructing her view of the damage as you promised her that it was a mistake.

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yanaromanov · 15 days

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in unholy denial

･｡ﾟ*. 18+, minors DNI . * ｡ﾟ･

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: you’re the perfect all-american girl; a good student, a weekly churchgoer, you’re even dating the high school quarter back. so it’s all a big shock to you when your family decides to send you to a conversion camp, claiming they believe you’re a lesbian. you don’t agree with their accusation, telling everyone that you don’t like girls at all. but then you meet your camp mate wanda maximoff, who seems determined to sway your mind in another direction…

warning(s): conversion therapy, homophobia (externalised and internalised), religious mentions (christianity), smut, fingering, thigh riding, loss of virginity, hickeys, slight dubcon (only kissing), swearing, pet names (princess, honey), wanda and r are in high school but of age (over 18), cheating (r has a bf), slightly innocent reader, nude magazine, etc. minors dni

author’s note: this is my first time writing and uploading smut so i really hope it’s not terrible 🙏🏻this is heavily inspired by ‘but i’m a cheerleader’, only this time it’s with teenage wanda and much more smutty :) i also took light inspiration from @imaginedanvrs and her fic ‘atonement’, and though i did take a different turn, check it out because all of their writing is amazing :))

wc: 11.7K words

The car is quite on the ride up. You stare out the window, watching as your world begins to disappear. The camp is just under two hours away from your home town; far away enough that it feels like a whole different world, but close enough that your parents can still come visit on the weekends.

You’re not being punished. At least that’s what your parents have told you. They just want what’s best for you, want to help you find the right journey in life. Apparently this camp was supposed to do that for you. Though, you could quite see how - the apparent problem they claim to be able to fix, not identifiable to any part of your mind.

When they’d first brought up the idea, you’d been quick to confusion. A conversion therapy camp? But you weren’t gay. You had a boyfriend, the football team’s best quarterback at that, and you two were very happy together. He was handsome and kind, and you loved him. Except for maybe when he tried to kiss you, always left feeling grossed out by the encounter as his tongue tried to play with yours. But he must just be a bad kisser. That was at least what you always told yourself…

Aside from that, there were so many things that couldn’t have possibly lead your parents to believe you were gay. You were one of the top students at school, always getting the highest grades. Every Sunday you attended church, said your nightly prayers each evening before you slept. You were in the church choir, for goodness sake!

Still, your parents had sat you down in the living room one night and had a very serious conversation with you. They were concerned mostly, worried that something sinister had crept in and was tainting your life. You’d used all of your excuses in protest but they’d came prepared with their own.

A few posters from your room, filled with woman in bikini tops. You liked the patterns. Songs from your playlist that held ulterior meaning. You just liked the way they sound. The fact you hated kissing your boyfriend; a few comments you’d made to your friends about other girls at church. You thought everyone felt that way…

In the end, they’d convinced you to come along to the program, claiming it was in your best interest to attend and get the help you need. Although you didn’t believe you needed any help at all, you had agreed. If this camp was going to help them feel better, you were willing to give it a go, even if it meant getting treatment for a nonexistent problem…

Still, your heart aches a little as your small family car drives away from the suburbs you are used to, the view soon replaced by dense forest trees and vibrant undergrowth. The program was set out almost like a Summer camp, out near a lake where members could swim during their free time. That was one of the activities you’d read in the pamphlet your parents had handed you, the camp explained in its entirety alongside its promise to guarantee positive results. You’d initially asked your parents how long you would have to spend there, worried about being forced to remain when there wasn’t a problem with you to begin with, but your mom had simply smiled back softly and replied, ‘let’s just see how you get on’.

You’re almost lost in thought when the car finally turns on to the last stretch of its journey. The sight ahead of you drags you back to the present moment, eyes now searching the wide opening in the trees as the camp comes into view. It’s easy to spot, the only buildings around for a long while, and the white shutters standing out vibrantly against the green trees. The lake comes into view too, shimmering in the morning summer sun.

Soon the car slows, coming to a halt outside what looks to be the main building, its size large compared to the other’s dotted around. The ranch-style house is painted a soft blue, the fixtures and wrap-around porch shining dazzling white. All in all, it looks rather beautiful.

Your parents are the first out the car, looking around as they close the doors. You follow a moment later, eyes drifting over your surroundings as you inhale the sweet smells of the forest air. A pair of footsteps soon diverts your attention, your gaze falling to a tall blonde man making his way in your direction from the large blue house. He’s dressed very similarly to the men you see at church; a pair of neat navy slacks and a matching blue and white gingham shirt. You and your parents come to stand together on one side of the car just as he reaches your feet.

“Good morning,” the blonde says, his grin reaching from ear to ear. “Mr and Mrs Y/L/N, isn’t it?” There’s an exchange of hand shakes as your parents confirm his assumption. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. And you must be young Y/N.” His gaze falls to you as he speaks, a hand outstretching in your direction.

You take it, shaking it gently as you nod your head. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

The blonde lets out a low chuckle as he releases your hand, his attention turning back to your parents. “What a polite little girl you have,” he says, his smile widening. Your parents seem to take pride in his compliment, inching closer together as they stand and look over at you. “But please,” the man continues, turning back to you. “My name is reverend Steve so you can call me as such. Or just Steve if you prefer.” He smiles again as he shrugs his shoulders. “Sir always feels a bit too formal.”

There’s a trade of small laughter between the adults but you don’t find yourself joining in, still feeling a little apprehensive about this whole scenario.

“I do hope your journey here was alright.”

“Oh, just fine,” your father replies in response to reverend Steve’s question, smiling easily back at him.

“Good. I’m so glad to hear that. We’re just so happy to have Y/N here. And don’t worry, your daughter is in very good hands.”

Just at that moment, you notice another figure approaching your group, a woman, originating from the same place Steve had. When she reaches you, there’s a soft smile on her face, her red hair dazzling in the Summer sun. The reverend reaches one of his arms out, bringing the woman close to his side as his hand rests on her hip. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Natasha. She helps direct things around here, especially with the girls.”

Her hand also extends out to your parents to meet in a soft handshake as she smiles widely back at them. “Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” With your parents, reciprocating the sentiment, the redhead then turns her attention to you. Her eyes sparkle a bright shade of green as the morning sun hits them. “Hello, Y/N,”

You find yourself momentarily stumbling over your words, something about the woman distracting you until she speaks. “Good morning,” you manage eventually, smiling back nervously.

In the time you’ve greeted her, it seems your parents have retrieved your luggage from the back of the car. “These are your bags?” Reverend Steve asks, reaching to pick them up. In truth, you hadn’t even noticed them being moved there. “I’ll just take these up to your dorm room, Y/N.” He smiles once more at you before he turns, walking towards the house with your belongings in tow.

“I’ll give them a little check over once we get there,” Natasha says, drawing your attention back to her. She passes you a playful wink that causes a strange feeling in your chest. “But I’m sure there’s nothing in there that will get you in trouble, hm?”

“I don’t think-“ Your response is cut off by your sudden realisation you’re standing alone, your parents retreating back to the car and already starting the engine. “Wait I-“

“Don’t worry.” The redhead’s words yet again distract you, pulling your attention away from the vehicle behind you. “They’ll be back at the weekend to visit. You’ll be seeing them again in no time.” Natasha turns to stand side by side with you, her hand resting on your back as she gently begins to press you forwards. “Now how about you just come with me and I can show you around the place. How does that sound?”

“A-alright,” you stumble, giving one glance back to the car that has already pulled away from the camp. You let the woman by your side guide you as you watch it slowly move further and further away up the road, officially leaving you all alone.

The tour Natasha gives you, however, helps to lift your spirits a little. The camp grounds are rather beautiful, the grass vibrant and speckled with small colourful flowers. The buildings themselves are also very pleasant, all adding to the soft summer camp feel the area had. Natasha first directs you to the small bunker home her and Steve resided in, claiming members were not allowed inside but there was a small bell if you ever needed them at any time. Next, she shows you the church; a small yet grand building with dazzling stained glass windows. As you walk the pews, Natasha tells you how their service is held each morning, directed by Steve himself.

“I hear you’re in your church choir?” Natasha quips as you take in the way the light hits the windows, spreading bright colours across the floor of the building.

“Yes,” you reply, lifting your head and smiling sheepishly. “I have been since I was thirteen.”

“You’ll have to sing for us one time,” Natasha says playfully, before beckoning you out of the church and off to your next destination. On your way, she explains a little of how their program works; a mixture of group lessons and singular sessions to help you understand your problem. “Do you still attend bible study, Y/N?” Natasha asks as you approach the main building.

Shyly, you turn to face her. “No. I stopped a few years ago when I turned sixteen.”

The redhead clicks her tongue but overall doesn’t seem too disappointed, still smiling over you. “Don’t worry,” she replies. “I’m sure our study will set you just right again.” She passes you another wink before you step in through another door that she opens ahead of you.

The building has a wide front opening, a set of grand stairs set out ahead in the expanse of the tall ceilings. At the bottom of them, you suddenly notice a tall girl standing there. She’s wearing a neat uniform, her long black hair pulled back into two braids. “Y/N,” Natasha says, gesturing towards the girl. “I’d like you to meet Kate. She’ll be your mentor while you settle in.”

The raven-hair girl smiles at you as she extends a hand. You shake it, sharing a quick greeting before she hands you a welcome packet. Natasha explains how all of the rules are written inside, alongside a list of other expectations and your schedule for your stay. You hold on to it against your chest as the pair walk you around the house on your continued tour.

Inside of the main building, it feels somewhat like a mixture of a house and a school. There are two classrooms, both filled with a set of students learning from a tutor at the front of the class. A large dining hall was also set up, functioning like a school canteen. Downstairs there were a few recreational spaces with small couches arranged around card tables, all littered with various bible verse posters along the walls. As you move upstairs, Natasha shows you the bathrooms and the couple isolation rooms they had, though she assured you, you most likely wouldn’t be spending any time in there.

“Now, let’s get you some uniform, hm?” Natasha says, moving further down the corridor. She opens a long cupboard, filled with rows of pleated skirts and crisp white shirts. She looks through the rails before handing you a set of uniform in your size. Her and Kate then give you some privacy in the cupboard to change while they step outside.

The uniform is light blue, the skirt pleated through with lines of navy. The sweater vest is a matching dark blue, the logo of the camp embroidered onto one breast. You pull it on over the white button shirt, followed by the long white socks and black patent shoes Natasha had also provided. When you step out of the cupboard, the older woman takes hold of your old clothes, claiming she’ll take care of them for you until you’d be needing them again. You’re not entirely sure what she means but she’s continuing on with the tour once more before you can truly give it much thought.

“These are the girl’s dormitories,” the redhead says as she opens another door, guiding you inside. As you step in, you notice two rows of small cots, lined up with matching pink floral bedsheets. You notice one on the end, your bags sat atop waiting for you. But what catches your eye even more, is the brunette girl splayed across one of the middle beds, a magazine between her hands. She looks up as all three of you walk into the room, her green eyes meeting directly with you.

“Miss Maximoff,” Natasha says as soon as she notices the girl. “Aren’t you supposed to be in your lessons right now?”

The girl diverts her gaze to the camp director. “I didn’t feel well so I came to lie down.”

The way the girl lay across her stomach, face perfectly amused as her eyes flitted across her magazine didn’t exactly come across to you as unwell. It seems that Natasha too picks up on her lie, simply passing the brunette a small scowl. “Nice try.”

There’s a moment where the girl stares back, almost daring the women with her gaze, but she soon gives up, instead rolling her eyes as a long frustrated sigh escapes her lips. “Fine,” she mumbles, lifting herself up from the bed and slowly walking towards you. As she does, you notice how her shirt is unbuttoned further down and how her skirt is rolled at her waist, climbing the front of her thighs.

Natasha seems unfazed by her antics, simply holding out her hand which the brunnete places her magazine into with another sigh. The redhead gives it a once over before staring back at the girl. “This is contraband. Where did you find it?”

The brunette simple smirks in response. Her shoulders briefly brushes against yours as she squeezes her way through your group, headed towards the door. Before she leaves, she turns, walking gently backwards as the smirk widens on her face. “The Lord showed me the way to it.” She turns again quickly, disappearing from the dormitory alongside her lingering gaze.

Natasha doesn’t make any move to follow her, simply inclines her head as as she shouts down the corridor. “Roll down your skirt, Miss Maximoff!” Her voice still echoing, the redhead then turns back to you, that perfect smile returning almost as quickly as it at dropped. “I’m so sorry about that,” she says, glancing down at you. “Some of the other girls are a little…challenged in finding the light. Sometimes they can be a bad influence but I’m sure if you just stick with Kate, you’ll be just fine.”

You glance at the tall girl stood beside you, her soft grin looking back. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask Kate. Or of course, me or Steve at any point,” Natasha adds, drawing your attention back to her. You nod in response and she smiles back, placing a hand on to your shoulder. “Now, how about we take a look at your bags?”

———

Settling in isn’t as hard as you thought it might be. Kate is nice, you discover quickly, and helps you get unpacked. You tuck your things away into the drawers under your bed, then some more of your belongings in to the bedside table - next to the complementary bible you find tucked inside. Kate explains you can put up some photos with blue tac if you wish, pointing out to some of the other girls’ beds who have done the same. You borrow some of said blue tac from her as you stick a photo of your family alongside one of you and your boyfriend up on to the wall.

Afterwards, Kate sits with you while you look through your welcome packet. A lot of it relates to the pamphlet your parents had given you before your arrival, talking all about the camp and its methods of tackling what they phrase, ‘the misdirection of youths towards homosexuality’. The entire idea is still a little scattered in your head, but you brush it aside as you delve further into the rules and scheduling of the camp.

There are quite a few rules written down, a lot of which you recognise from your own home regulations. No curse words are to be used, nor any other inappropriate language. The Lord’s name must not be used in vain. Members must pray before each meal and every night before bed. Uniform must be worn at all times.

Then there are other rules that make you feel a little more uncertain. There is strictly NO fraternising between members. No member is permitted in the opposite dormitory to which they are assigned. Any inappropriate belongings will be confiscated.

The last rule makes you wonder back to the girl you’d seen sat inside the dormitory. There have been something ‘inappropriate’ about her magazine, obviously leading to the confiscation by Natasha. You weren’t quite sure what about it could be so bad, the name you’d glanced at briefly unrecognisable before Natasha had quickly stashed it away from your sight. If anything, the whole ordeal had only made you more curious about the strange girl and what exactly she had been reading.

As if the universe could hear your thoughts, it’s barely a few hours later when you collide with the girl once more. It’s lunch time, Kate and you just having sat down with your plates of food after she’d explained how they were set out each meal time. The dining room is filling up, all of the other camp members filing in to take their place at differing tables. It’s as your inspecting the meal in front of you that a very particular member sets herself down in front you.

“Hey, newbie.”

Your head raises from the table as you hear the voice, looking up to meet the same pair of green eyes that you recalled from earlier. The brunette stares back at you, a small smile playing at her lips as she watches your face. “Uh…hi?”

You don’t get to say much more before Kate is speaking up, leaning over the table with a scowl. “Get lost, Maximoff. We don’t want you to sit with us.”

The brunnete turns to look at the other girl, a frown of her own appearing between two perfect brows. “Loosen up, Bishop. I just wanted to say hello to our newest addition.” As she finishes, her eyes trail back to you, the scowl dropping away to that same smirking expression. For a moment it seems as if she looks you up and down, scanning over your uniform before studying your face again. “I’m Wanda,” she says eventually, voice light. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You smile back a little awkwardly, torn between your polite nature and the instructions you had received to avoid this exact girl sat opposite you. “Y/N,” you reply, letting your manners overtake the situation.

“Just go away, Wanda,” Kate butts in suddenly, her voice raised. “I’m her mentor, not you.”

The brunette screws up her face as she turns to the raven-haired girl, scoffing under her breath. “God Kate, you’re so fucking uptight.” She sighs loudly as she pushes herself up from the table. As she does, you notice how her skirt is still rolled at the waist. But you don’t settle on it too long, distracted as she begins to speak again. “I’ll see you around, Y/N,” Wanda says, her voice playful once more. Her eyes train on you for just a moment as she backs away from the table, another girl soon taking her place.

“Just ignore her,” Kate grumbles over to you. She begins to list a string of complaints about the girl but doesn’t get far, soon interrupted by Reverend Steve calling for grace at the front of the room. You bow your head as he begins to pray, clasping your hands under your chin just as you did with every meal you ate at home. A chorus of ‘amens’ rings out as the prayer finishes, all heads lifting once more to begin eating their lunch. As you lift yours, your gaze briefly flashes across the room, catching across the way, a pair of green eyes staring back at you. Wanda sits smirking, but you don’t see much else, quickly finding yourself flustered and looking away, turning your concentration instead to the plate of food sat in front of you.

———

Natasha’s office is very nice. That’s your first thought when you enter through the door, guided by her hand on the base of your spine. There are a few wide windows on one wall, white shutters open to give a view of the lake just down a grassy hill. Her desk sits in one corner, a plush vibrant chair close by, then across the way, a small couch. There are shelves littered with both plants and framed pictures, most depicting some sort of bible verse.

You sit yourself down on the sofa while Natasha settles in her chair beside her desk, pulling out a notebook as she turns to face you. There’s an exchange of pleasantries as she explains exactly how these private sessions will go and how anything you say is entirely confidential. You nod, sitting rather folded in on yourself, uncertainty still coursing through your body.

“So Y/N,” Natasha says eventually, crossing her legs over the other. “To start off, why don’t you tell me a little bit about the first time you experienced homosexual tendencies.”

The request is one that leaves you stumbling a little. “Oh I- well…” You swallow, landing on the same response you’d had every time your parents had suggested the idea. “I’m not actually gay. Everyone just thinks that I am.”

Natasha’s face changes, taking on a soft but curious expression. “And why do you say that?”

“Well I’m not,” you reply. “I don’t- I don’t like girls. I have a boyfriend.”

That fact alone seemed enough to you for this whole endeavour to be needless. You didn’t like girls, couldn’t like them. You and your boyfriend had been going strong for over two years. He was handsome, funny, and you were sure you loved him. Even if you did feel slightly disgusted every time his lips touched yours…

“Listen Y/N,” Natasha says, her voice calm. “I know this whole experience can seem a little daunting but we’re here to help you, okay?” She smiles softly, the intention of her words feeling truthful. “But the first step of your journey needs to be your admittance to your problem.”

It isn’t that you don’t feel comfortable telling Natasha about your problem, in fact you actually feel a strange warmth in your stomach whenever she talks to you, but in your mind, there was no problem to begin with. “I’m not gay.”

Natasha sighs at your answer. She adjusts herself in her seat, her soft gaze looking back at you. “Think about it like this; homosexuality is like a disease. These thoughts weave their way into your mind, changing your behaviour.” The redhead raises a set of perfect brows. “But we can’t begin to heal if we don’t have a proper diagnosis. Can’t administer the right treatment if we can’t admit we’re ill, right?”

Her analogy isn’t lost on you, somewhat similar to something you’d heard your pastor say back at your home church. “Yeah…I guess that makes sense.”

“Now what you’re experiencing can be fixed,” Natasha continues. “I’ve seen it fixed many times before. You can heal Y/N, break away from this and find the light of our good lord.” With his name, Natasha glances up to the cross hanging on the wall beside you. Your eyes follow too. “Don’t you want that?”

You turn back to the woman, your voice sounding small. “Of course I do.”

Natasha smiles. “That’s good.” She rearranges herself again, adjusting to hold her notebook and pen better. “Now, could you maybe tell me first time you can remember ever having thoughts about other women?”

“I don’t-I haven’t,” you stumble. “I don’t think about them like that.”

Like that. It was a phrase you’d repeated like a mantra in your head. You didn’t want a girlfriend, you didn’t want a girl to kiss you. You thought about girls the same way everyone else did. Sure, sometimes your eyes would fall to their ass when they walked to the front of class, or perhaps you got a bit hot and bothered in the changing rooms before gym, maybe even your favourite movie scene was the one where all the girls would go to the beach and play in the water. But that was what everyone else thought too…right?

“Alright,” Natasha says, sighing again. “I can see you’re really struggling with this, but that’s okay. I’m here to help you.” She smiles. “How about we take a little look at your family history, hm? See if that can get things kickstarted for us?”

You spend the rest of your session talking about your family. Natasha asks about extended members, questioning about any problems there may be down your blood line. But as far as you know, it all comes up clean, your entire family the same good Christian folks you’ve always known them to be.

Finding nothing of interest, Natasha moves on to talk about your childhood. She asks about your time at school, how long you’d attended church, what sort of friends you had. It’s all scribbled down on the notebook in her hand as you list off answers, all the perfect idiom of what a good Christian girl should be.

By the end of your session, you’ve spoke about almost everything that’s led you up to where you are now. Natasha asks again about your feelings towards women, trying to compare the reasons your parents sent you here to real acts of homosexuality. But all in all, it’s no use. At the end of the hour, you’re still in denial, refusing any accusation of your alleged problem. Thankfully, Natasha doesn’t seem angry, still smiling softly as you leave her office. She send you away with an assignment to think about what could be your ‘root’, what she terms the initial source of your unholy thoughts, determined once you figure this out, it will begin your journey to sanctuary.

———

The next few days pass by without much excitement. You begin to settle into your lessons, listening as a few ex-members of the program give speeches of their experiences, or as Steve talks about how God can help give meaning to your life. There are group therapy sessions you attend, though mostly sit quietly through, but listen while others talk about their own experiences and thoughts. It’s in them you notice a certain person who seems to stare at you from across the room. You try to avoid making eye contact but it seems each time you glance over, Wanda’s stare is trained on you.

Following what Natasha had said when you first arrived, you tried to stick to Kate’s side as much as possible, avoiding the other girl who seemed to look at you more often than not. When you weren’t in lessons you could avoid her, instead hanging around with Kate and her friends in the recreational spaces, sometimes watching one of the approved DVDs that lay beneath the TV. At meals, your group sits together, always saying your prayers before eating your food. But it seems even there you can’t escape the strange brunette, always catching her stare from across the room. It’s only in bible study, on the day that marks a week since your arrival, that you actually get to speak to her again.

Kate was sick today. She’d caught a head cold, presumably from her parents who came to visit her at the weekend. You had also had a visit, your mother and father asking every possible question about your stay and how you were finding camp. The visit had went well, but now a few days later you were left with no mentor to guide you throughout your day. It isn’t too much of a worry in your mind though, the layout and scheduling of the camp already becoming a familiar routine to your body. But what you aren’t used to, is a certain strange individual sitting in the seat where your mentor usually sat.

You don’t notice it is Wanda at first. Feeling the body slide against yours on the bench, your first thought is perhaps that Kate has made a miraculous recovery. But when you turn to face the individual and are met with piercing green eyes, you are certainly even more surprised. “Um,” you fumble, looking back at the brunette as you try to stumble for words. “That’s Kate’s seat.”

Wanda raises a brow, her head spinning to look around the room before it returns to you. “I don’t see her.” She smirks. “Besides, no seating arrangements, right?”

Technically she is correct. There is nothing actually stopping her from sitting beside you apart from your slight aversion to interacting with her. You slide your body away a few inches to the right, shifting away from the touch Wanda had initiated as she sat down a little to close. The brunette seems to notice, glancing down at the gap now settled between you, but she doesn’t say anything about it, instead just looking up at you as she flashes a set of white teeth. “So Y/N,” she begins, rolling your name easily over her tongue. “Where are you from?”

“Not far,” you reply, still inclined to politeness even with your anxiety around the interaction. You elaborate further, telling her the name of your town just two hours north of the camp.

Wanda hums at your response then crosses her legs on the bench. You try not to notice the way her rolled skirt flashes a pair of smooth pale legs. “I’m from down south,” she says. “Further than you, though. About six hours. My parents only come to visit about once a month.”

You met her eye as you try to think of a response, but before you can, you’re being interrupted. Reverend Steve calls out at the front of the class, silencing everyone so that he can begin calling the register. As names echo out across the room, you and Wanda’s conversation dies, but the soft warmth emanating from her body close to yours, does not leave for the rest of the lesson.

Having quit bible study over three years ago, you were a little worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up, but as Kate had told you last week, some of these kids had never even been to church, so the pace was definitely slow enough for you to follow along. The story Steve told today was one you knew rather well actually, one of the most prominent ones you could recall from your early teens. Still, you pay the upmost attention throughout the entire time he talks, eyes trained on his figure at the front of the classroom. What makes that a little difficult however, is the girl sat right beside you.

Wanda is easily distracted you notice quickly, constantly fidgeting with the pen in her hand - your pen actually, borrowed by the brunette when she claimed she had forgotten her own. You sit a little in shock as she casually graffitis the open bible sat upon the desk in front of her, mindlessly drawing squiggles and random shapes into the margin. You try your best to ignore her antics but it’s a little hard when she accidentally tosses her pen across the desk, following a failed attempt to spin it around her fingers. It lands over on your side, just to the right of your own bible. You go to reach for it to hand back to her but it seems she’s already moving before you can even get the chance.

Her body lifts slightly from the bench, stretching out across the table with one arm for her lost pen. As she does, her chest is brought closer to your face. Your eyes fall on the black cross hanging around her neck, then suddenly dip lower, catching the area of her shirt where her buttons are undone further than they should be. There’s the briefest of moments where your eyes linger there, passing over the ever so slightly visible cleavage that swells on her chest, but it’s less than seconds later you’re darting away. Wanda eventually picks her pen back up, after what feels like an eternity, and pulls back in her chair. You glance momentarily over at her, then quickly return to the bible open in front of you, trying your best to follow along with the passage Steve reads aloud while ignoring the strange sensation that has settled in your lower stomach.

———

Camp isn’t quite the way you imagined it to be. Before you arrived, you thought it would be entirely awful, like a prison only with more…God. But for most of your experience, it just feels like you’re back in school. Although, now your lessons about maths or science are replaced by those about God and the way into his heart. Just over two weeks in, you’ve picked up the swing of things quite nicely, falling into an easy routine as you move through the services and lessons with ease. The one thing you just can’t quite seem to grasp is the understanding of why you’re here in the first place.

You’ve had three private sessions now with Natasha, each of them as feeble at finding a change as the last. You’re still not ready to admit your problem, as Natasha puts it, reluctant to find the issue within yourself. But as you’ve said since before you even came, it’s a simple fact you aren’t gay. Natasha seems determined in her ways to make you see something different.

She’s handed you a book, walking out from your last session. The title reads, ‘My Sexuality and Me: Finding the Root of Homosexual Tendencies’. You’re tasked with reading it before your next session in hopes it might finally help you understand your own thoughts. For now, however, it has to wait. Leaving your session, you go up to the dorm to drop it by your bed, taking just a moment before you have to head to your next organised activity.

The camp helps run on a set of scheduled chores that the members have to carry out. It’s on a rota, something Kate had shown you on your very first day, and changes each week. There’s everything from weed picking to cleaning dishes, all work that helps to keep the camp in shape for everyone staying there. Reverend Steve mentioned something about the work ethic helping everyone be grateful for what the lord had given them.

You have to go down to check the rota, forgetting what was scheduled for you this week. Most of the others are already dotted around the camp doing their chores, apparently your one-on-one session running over slightly and causing you to be a little late. You make your way down the stairs to the main room where the rota is located, pinned into a notice board on the wall. But as you turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs, you notice that you are in fact, not alone.

Wanda turns almost immediately when you round the corner. She’s stood up against the notice board, back resting upon the wall with one foot lifted against it. A smile appears on her face as you come into view, her teeth shining around the piece of pink bubblegum she chews. “Hey, princess.”

You try not to scoff at the name - an endearment the brunette had coined after seeing you one night writing in your diary about your boyfriend, claiming you were like a locked away princess longing for her prince to come save her. You’d rolled your eyes at her comment at the time, and had to deal with its return each time you’d bumped into her in the past week. Now, you try to ignore it as you walk past her and stare up at the notice board trying to find the chore schedule. However, Wanda is speaking again before you even get the chance to locate it.

“Looks like it’s you and me this week.” You glance over at her, watching as a pink bubble forms at her lips. You want to ignore her teasing, looking back to the board to locate where you would be stationed, but when your eyes fall upon the schedule, you realise she is right. Written on the notice board, right below the date of the beginning of the week is your and Wanda’s name, then below it; house duty.

You turn back to look at her, a pair of green eyes glinting your way. For a moment you think there’s some kind of mistake. After all, you had always been with Kate before. But then, not far away from yours is indeed Kate’s name written, not on house duty, but on pantry organisation.

Wanda smirks as she rolls the gum in her mouth, eyes fixated on you as she blows another bubble. When it pops, she finally speaks again. “You’ve never done house duty, have you?”

She’s right. You’re in unfamiliar territory and you don’t have your usual mentor to help guide you. “No,” you reply simply, gently shaking your head.

Wanda breathes out a laugh, throwing her head back slightly as she drops her leg from the wall. “Come on, princess,” she says teasingly, walking to close the gap between you. “I’ll guide you.”

Her hand is reaching for yours before you can protest against it. Soft skin slips into yours, gripping hold and quickly dragging you down the corridor. You stumble slightly, surprised by the whole encounter but Wanda doesn’t seemed fazed. She simply pulls you along the hall like a lost puppy. When your brain restarts from the initial shock, you look down at the way your fingers are grasped between hers. It’s a simple interaction at its core, an innocuous hand hold as she shows you the way to go. You’d done the same thing with your own friends back home many of times, but something about this one feels a little different. Something about the way her soft skin is warm against yours creates an odd fuzz in your head.

“Here we are,” Wanda announces, suddenly dropping your hand. You try not to think about the way it now feels cold as you watch her reach for a door handle. It opens to a cupboard, full of what looks like cleaning supplies. “We basically just dust everything,” the brunette continues, turning back to look at you. “Just dust and vacuum the floors in every room in the house. Oh- but not the bathroom, someone else will be doing those.”

You find yourself nodding, the task seeming simple enough. You’d dusted plenty of times at home, this couldn’t be any different.

Wanda lets out another laugh, seemingly at your immediate obedience to follow through with your task. “Alright, princess,” she says, cracking her gum. She reaches in to the cupboard, picking up a cloth and a bottle of disinfect spray. “I’ll do upstairs, you do downstairs?”

There isn’t much room for objection even if you had any, Wanda already beginning to walk away with the cloth thrown over one of her shoulders. You reach down to grab similar materials, standing back up to watch her figure moving down the corridor. “Stop calling me that!” You call out, but the girl is gone before your sentence is even finished, the protest seemingly falling on deaf ears. A sigh escapes your lips as you close the cupboard door, determined to just ignore the other girl while you begin your designated chore.

You start with the class rooms, wiping each desk with the spray and then dusting the other surrounding surfaces. You quickly find nothing was too dirty, the uphold from the other members ensuring the work wasn’t too difficult. You move next to the dining hall, then the recreational spaces, your cloth picking up any small specks of dust that have come to rest on the furniture and surfaces. When you’ve wiped down each room, you return to the cupboard for the vacuum you’d spied earlier. It’s older than the one you have at home but easy enough to work, quickly making light work of vacuuming the entire bottom floor.

It’s probably half an hour later when you finish, at least that’s the guess you make without a watch. You tidy away the cleaning supplies back into the cupboard before doing a quick inspection of everything to make sure you haven’t missed anything. Satisfied everything is clean, you turn your attention to your missing task partner. You haven’t seen Wanda once, barely even heard her moving upstairs. So, devoid of what else to do, you decide to head up to check if she needed any help.

You check a few rooms before you find her, the closest spaces absent of her presence. It’s only when you open the door to the girls dormitory that you finally see her. Except, she’s not cleaning like you expected her to be, in fact the cloth is entirely disregarded on the bedside table. Instead, Wanda sits with her back against the headrest of her bed, legs crossed over the top of her floral sheets and a magazine sat across her lap.

The door almost slams behind you as you catch eye of her, shock and repel taking you over. “You’re supposed to be cleaning!”

Wanda’s eyes pick up as she hears you yell, meeting your stare across the room. A smirk appears on her face, her expression seeming very amused by your sudden entrance. “Believe me, what I’m doing is much more enjoyable.”

You scowl back, annoyed by the fact you’d just spent the last half hour cleaning the house while she had been sitting up here doing nothing for who knows how long. If you were more argumentative, you would think of something to say in retaliation, some quick quip to get back at her for being lazy. But you’d never been very good at arguing, never very good at holding your temper. So instead you simply hold your tongue as you walk further in the room, watching Wanda as she stared back at you. Suddenly, your eyes fall to the paper in her hand, reminded of how similar this situation felt to the first time you’d met her. Like then, the same curiosity comes over you as to what she might be looking at, particularly how it could be classified as contraband. With that in mind, the next words you utter are not with anger anymore, but instead interest. “What are you reading?”

“Oh this?” Wanda replies, closing the magazine and holding it up briefly. She smirks your way, the grin wide against her cheeks. “Playboy.”

The word was unfamiliar to your mind. “What?”

Wanda’s brow raise. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of a playboy magazine.”

You notice in that moment she’d lost her gum from earlier. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d stuck it under a piece of furniture somewhere. But still trying to focus on the conversation at hand, you simply shake your head in response.

Wanda looks surprised, her brows raising even further. You think she’s going to jest you further, make fun of you for not recognising the name of her treasured magazine, but instead she simply extends it out. “Look.”

You move slowly, slightly hesitant to approach. You know Natasha had confiscated something like this from Wanda before and you didn’t presume this new magazine was much different from that previously banned material. Still, your curiosity seems to be getting the better of you because you slowly sit down on Wanda’s bed, your legs hanging off the side whilst the brunette crosses hers. Against the covers of the bed, Wanda slides the magazine between the two of you, opening it to a random page. What is plastered over it causes your eyebrows to raise completely in shock.

Women. But not just any pictures of women. The magazine was covered in dozens of images of women in differing stages of nudity. Immediately when you saw it, you felt the need to pull your eyes away, knowing that these kind of images were most definitely not the kind you should be looking at. But at the same time, it was like you couldn’t stop. There are about four models across the two pages scattered with different images, sometimes wearing sets of black lacy lingerie, sometimes wearing nothing at all. Theres a strange sensation bubbling in your gut, an odd warmth spreading through your mind as you look down at the pictures. The pure immorality of it all is enough for you to shake your head viscously.

“This is-we’re not-you shouldn’t have that.” You stutter, the images imprinted in your brain making it harder to focus and find the right words. You’ve never seen anything like that before, never looked at a woman’s body so out in the open. Now you could see why Natasha had quickly confiscated Wanda’s magazine and hidden it away from your view. “How do you even have this?”

The brunette seems utterly unfazed by the material in front of you. More so, her face looks amused at your alarmed reaction. “I steal them out of my brother’s backpack when he comes to visit,” she replies casually, as if this is something she’s been doing for months. “He’s pretty oblivious so he never notices, always thinks he lost them. Besides, even if he did know, he couldn’t tell my parents. He’s not allowed them either.”

While Wanda explains, you have to fight against yourself to hold eye contact. In your peripheral, you can still see the open page of nude women, restraining yourself from your body’s seemingly natural instinct to look down. “This isn’t right,” you reply, shaking your head. “We shouldn’t be looking at that.”

Wanda scoffs, looking displeased at your disapproval. She reaches out for the magazine, pulling it back into her own lap as she glances down at the images. Then, she’s looking back up at you, face inquisitive. “You’ve really never seen one before?”

You’re not sure exactly where she thinks you were going to find such a thing, but you’re certain you’ve never seen anything of the sort before. “No,” you reply sternly, shaking your head once more.

Wanda laughs to herself, rolling her eyes. “You call yourself a lesbian and you don’t even know what a playboy is.”

Her words cause a deep frown to appear on your brow, your voice raising to almost a shout. “I’m not a lesbian.”

A perfect brow raises in your direction as Wanda looks at you. Her expression seems particularly amused. “No? How’d you end up here then?”

The question hits you hard, the same thing you’d been pondering to yourself over the last few weeks of your stay. “I’m not gay,” you reply harshly. “Everyone just thinks that I am.”

“And why do you think they think that?”

Wanda’s eyes meet your own as she speaks, the question another one familiar to your own mind. “I don’t know,” you shrug. “Stupid reasons.” You think back to the conversation you’d had with your parents, the first time any of this had even cropped up into your mind. “A few posters I had up in my room, a couple songs on my playlist. Oh, and I told my boyfriend I don’t like kissing him. Which is totally stupid. I’m pretty sure he’s just really bad at it.”

A chuckle emanates from Wanda’s throat. You’re not quite sure why, watching as she leans in closer to you. When she speaks again, her face is barely inches from your own. “Oh honey, you don’t like kissing him because you like kissing girls.”

“What?” you exclaim, taken aback by her accusation. That couldn’t possibly be right. “No! I don’t! I told you, I’m not a lesbian.”

Wanda smirks, her eyes trained on yours. “Okay, maybe not a lesbian but I bet you’ve thought about a girl while he’s kissing you.”

The idea was entirely preposterous. “No!” you yelled back. “I haven’t!”

But your anger is only met with amusement on Wanda’s side, her smirk only deepening as she leans back on the bed. “You’re cute when you lie.”

The words have you recoilling, the inclination behind them picked up on yet rejected by your brain. And yet, you could feel a warmth spreading to your cheeks, embarrassment flushing in.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?”

You snap on to Wanda as her question rings out, watching as she casually slides her magazine back behind her bedside table. “No,” you reply firmly. “Of course not.”

“Then how do you know you don’t like it?” The brunette sits up again, leaning in closer to you. Her eyes meet your own, a strange shadow seemingly passing over them. She watches you for a moment, in almost unreadable expression moving across her face. “Surely theres only one way to find out.”

Wanda’s voice is low, barely above a whisper. You find you’re too busy watching her lips to notice her leaning in even closer, face barely centimetres from your own. Suddenly, you pull back. “What are you doing?”

Wanda doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to lean in even as you pull away. One of her hands comes to rest on your thigh, fingers grazing the material of your pleated skirt. “It’s okay,” she says lowly. “I’m just trying to help you.”

Her advance doesn’t stop, face moving closer and close towards yours. It’s only when she’s almost touching you, you realise she’s trying to kiss you. “No,” you say quickly, pushing her back by the shoulders. “We can’t do that. It’s not right.”

Wanda sighs, relaxing her posture a little. She shifts in the bed, eyes still trained on you. For a moment she simply looks over your face before that smirk appears once more. “Maybe…” she says, angling her head. “But isn’t that the whole reason we’re here?” The question slightly throws you for a loop, your confusion allowing Wanda to move closer to you once more. “Don’t do you want to be a good girl and finish the program?”

The way her breath fans across your face sends an odd shiver down your neck, goosebumps appearing on your arms. Her choice of words seems to form an odd feeling in your stomach, but you try your best to brush it off, nodding your head in response to the question. You did want to finish the program. You wanted to be able to go back home to your family.

Wanda smiles at your answer, her head angling to the side as her voice takes a caring tone. “Well we both know what the first step is…You have to admit to yourself you like girls.” She leans in closer, her eyes briefly flashing down to your lips. “You can’t heal if you don’t admit you have a problem.”

Her words mirror those of Natasha’s, the same thing she’d been trying to get through to you for weeks. But you can’t help but fight the part of your brain that recalls everything you’ve been taught about attraction. “This isn’t right,” you say quietly. “You have to stop.” And yet you find yourself making no move to pull away from the girl whose face sits mere inches from your own.

“As I said, I’m just trying to help you.” Wanda’s voice is calm, understanding. “Once you realise you like girls, you can move on with the rest of the program.” Then the brunette shrugs a shoulder. “Or hey, you maybe hate it and realise you actually are straight.”

It makes some sense in your mind but you’re still hesitant, knowing that what Wanda was even suggesting was against everything you wanted to believe in. “I don’t think that we should-“

“Just don’t think.” Wanda cuts you off before you can finish, and before you can even process what’s happening, she closes the final gap between you. Her lips meet yours, soft and warm against your skin. It’s gentle but rough at the same time, your eyes fluttering closed. Then immediately, as the warmth leaves, they snap back open.

Wanda’s staring back at you, face smiling. “How’d that feel?” You notice that her eyes look a little blown out, pupils wide against the sea of green. “Feels good right?”

Suddenly you realise what’s just happened, every part of your upbringing screaming inside your head. “What? No!” you reply, flustering. “No, it didn’t feel good. It felt wrong.”

But some part of you creeps up in the back of your mind, a part you recognised and yet wanted to snuff out more than anything, a part that knew you were lying.

And apparently, Wanda can see right through to that part too. “I can see it on your face, honey,” she says, voice now teasing. Her eyes trace over your features and you wonder what exactly gave it away. There isn’t much time to think however, as before you know it, Wanda’s leaning in again. Her lips meet yours, a hand sliding to your thigh once more.

“Stop,” you reply, pulling away. “This isn’t right. We’re not supposed to-“

Wanda cuts you off again. “Don’t think about what we’re supposed to do. Think about what feels right.”

You notice again the wildness of her pupils, only for a moment, before she leans in again. Your eyes close on impact, her lips crashing into yours in another kiss. Only this time you instinctively lean into it, pursing your lips against hers. Wanda pushes back, her mouth opening just slightly to take in your lips and you find yourself leaning in. There’s a reminiscent taste of bubblegum, sweet on your tongue as her saliva begins to mix with your own. The hand on your thigh tightens, another placed on to the side of your face. For a second you don’t think about anything other than just how good this moment feels.

It’s seconds later Wanda pulls away, her touch lingering but her lips missing. You find your eyes opening, gazing back at the smirking brunette staring back at you. “It feels pretty good doesn’t it?”

You’re lost for words, sure of your answer to her question but so reluctant to admit it. Wanda smiles back at you, her grip on your leg slowly raising up, ever so slightly bunching the fabric of your skirt. Before you can formulate a response, she’s moving in towards you. Her face disappears into the crook of your neck, her warm breath fanning out across your skin before her lips attach. Without thinking, your head falls back, only giving the brunette more access to nip at the skin of your neck. Your eyes feel heavy, an odd sensation pooling deep in your body. “I can make you feel so good…”

The words reverberate across your skin, sending shivers down your neck and across your chest. A small whine exits your throat, unintended by any part of you but seemingly drawn out by the gentle touches of both Wanda’s lips and her fingers dancing across your skin. “Wanda…”

The brunette slowly pulls back, her face rising to meet with yours. Theres a look in her eye you can’t identify. “You’re already a sinner now, right?” she says, voice husky. “No harm in twisting the knife.”

There’s a moment where you want to turn away, to listen to the rational part of your brain that tells you this is all wrong. But right now there’s only one thing you can truly think of; just how good it felt with Wanda’s lips against your own.

Your hands grab at the brunettes shoulders as you pull her in, the pair of you colliding before you even recognise what you’re doing. The kiss comes fast, clashing together in your desperation for the girl to stop talking and just to feel her against you again. Wanda smirks against your lips, humming an amused noise before she’s all over you.

Her hands find purchase in your hair, entangling in the strands at the nape of your neck as she pulls you in closer to her body. Her kiss becomes fiercer, control quickly being regained as she presses her lips into yours. A small hum of your own escapes as she presses her tongue into your mouth, quickly taking over as you simply let her in without protest. And in that moment a thought crashes over your mind; gay or not, your boyfriend was definitely bad at kissing. Furthermore, Wanda was very, very good.

Your hands grips slightly at her shoulders as the brunette domineers the kiss, her lips almost possessive against your own as her hand clutches as your cheek, manipulating your position to give her full control. You feel her other hand begin to drift further up your legs, pushing your skirt up to your hips before climbing even higher. Delicate touches grace over your stomach, then softly against your chest. You release a small whine as Wanda nips at your lip with her teeth, at the same time, reaching to unbutton the top clasp of your shirt. Her fingers work faster than your mind can even process, too distracted by the touch of her lips to notice her quick work of opening your entire shirt. It’s only when she reaches to touch your chest, a gasp of realisation releases from your throat.

Wanda however, continues without missing a beat. As you gasp, she lets her lips leave your own, reappearing quickly on the side of your neck. Her hand tightens around the skin beneath it on your chest, fingers squeezing around your bra and grabbing hold of your breast beneath it. Her soft kisses continue to move lower as you whine softly, her touch against your chest sending shivers down your body.

Then, her mouth turns more aggressive, resting just at the curve of your breast she begins to suck on the flesh harder, nipping with her teeth before smoothing it over with her tongue. You whine softly, the new sensation novel to your body but so intrinsically intuned. For the first time your eyes open, looking down to where the brunette resides again your chest. You notice the way your necklace rests between the wisps of her hair, a silver cross that you’d worn every day for years. The image is enough to remind you of how wrong this is, how under no circumstances you should be letting a girl kiss you or touch your body like this. But before you can fully wrap your mind around the forbidden nature of the act, a new sensation is stripping a small gasp from your chest. Wanda’s fingers move back to your thighs, slipping up the exposed skin before coming to rest on your underwear underneath.

“Wanda…” you breathe heavily, worked up by her touch and yet knowing how wrong it all was. You shouldn’t be doing this, any of it, especially what Wanda was insinuating as she slipped her hand beneath your skirt.

“Shh, it’s okay.” The brunette replies with ease, her voice low and sensual. Her eyes raise back up to your face, meeting your gaze with a blown out expression. “Let me make you feel good, Y/N.”

And with that, her mouth is on yours again. Her kiss is enough to distract you from forming a response, eyes closing as the sweet taste of bubblegum coats your tongue once more. Then you feel her fingers again, pressing lightly against the material of your underwear, tracing the lines of your folds underneath. Small noises travel from your mouth to hers, receptive to her touch, but it’s when she presses her thumb to your clothed clit, a moan finally slips out.

The situation is entirely new to you, never having been touched by anyone this way before. You and your boyfriend had always said you’d wait till marriage, just like you knew you should. But here with Wanda, her lips against yours and her fingers tracing your most delicate areas, the endorphins flowing through your brain are enough to say to hell with it all.

You push harder into the kiss, grasping hold of Wanda’s shoulders as you try to gain the upper hand. But the brunette is much more experienced than you and doesn’t let up easily. Her hands move to your own shoulders and quickly begin to push the open shirt from them. Her lips remain on yours, strong and fierce, until the shirt has been slipped from your body. Then Wanda pulls away, her eyes drifting down over you for just a moment before she’s grabbing at you again. She spins you around, pulling you fully on to the bed as her hands press your shoulders down into the mattress. In a swift movement, she’s kicking off her shoes to the floor, then pulling yours off too. She comes to settle on top of you, knees placed either side of your legs as she looks down. Her hands are quick as she unbuttons her own shirt, tossing it to the side. Then, she’s moving to unclip her bra.

You feel your eyes widen slightly as Wanda’s bare chest is revealed to you. Before the magazine she’d shown you minutes before, it’s the first time you’ve looked at another woman so nude. And in that moment, despite what your brain is screaming out to you, you can’t help but think about how good she looks.

Wanda seems to notice your staring, her face pulling an entirely amused expression as she looks down at you. “I don’t see why you deprive yourself of this, Y/N,” she says, beginning to lean in. Her lips meet your neck, sucking gently as you feel her fingers slip behind your shoulder blades, seeking the clasp of your bra. “Can something truly be so wrong if it brings you so much pleasure?”

You try to reply to her question, brain racking all of the answers you know you should be saying. But then her lips are sucking at your neck and you’re arching into her touch, once again taken over entirely by the flush of pleasure underneath her control. Theres a release against your chest as Wanda unclips your bra, tossing it easily to the side along with her own. “So gorgeous,” the brunette murmurs, one hand coming to grab at your chest. Then her lips are on you again, kissing at the skin around your nipple. When she pulls it into her mouth, teeth grazing over the bud, a needy whine erupts in your throat. Wanda smirks against you, breathing out a laugh. “So sensitive.”

Her mouth continues to work around the skin of your chest, before you notice her fingers crawling over your stomach. They take hold of your skirt, pressing it up to bunch at your waist. Then Wanda is moving away, fingers quickly hooking themselves under the sides of your underwear as she begins to slide them down.

For a sudden moment, you’re acutely aware of what’s going on, of how you are quite literally in a dorm at a camp where this type of behaviour was attempted to be corrected. Not to mention the rule of any sort of fraternisation being entirely banned. “Wait,” you say, looking down at the brunette between your legs, suddenly afraid of what you were about to do. “I don’t think-“

“I told you to stop thinking,” Wanda replies, eyes snapping to yours. She continues to pull your underwear down, throwing them to the floor once they’ve passed your ankles. Before you can say anything more, her lips drown you in a kiss. The sweetness of it all is enough to wipe any of the doubt from your mind, so when Wanda’s hands dip between your legs, you don’t hesitate to let her. Deft fingers run between your folds, teasing you slightly as they brush gently across your clit. You sigh breathily between the breaks of your kiss, Wanda’s touch like electric to your skin.

“God, you’re so wet, Y/N,” the brunette whispers, pulling her face away to smirk down at you. “Is this all for me?”

She’s teasing you, making you think about how hesitant you’d been to this whole idea, and then about how receptive you were under her touch. But you don’t want to think about any of that, don’t want to remind yourself of how wrong this all was. All you want is for her to keep going. “Wanda…” you whine, squirming under her as her fingers teased your entrance. “Please.”

You don’t even truly know what you’re asking for her to do, all you know is you need her. Thankfully, the brunette is proficient in picking up your body’s signals. “Shh, it’s okay,” she whispers, breath fanning across your face. “I know what you need, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”

It’s only seconds later you feel her middle finger plunge into you. You let out a loud gasp at the contact, feeling her finger begin to move inside of you like nobody’s had before. Her name drips off your tongue, laced with pleasure, as her head moves back to your chest, tongue playing with your hardened nipple. Theres a mark resting there, red and throbbing below the skin of your cross. In the heat of the moment, you hands reach out to grasp the back of her head, intertwining with her hair as you feel her add another finger inside you.

The pleasure rolls of you in waves, Wanda’s touch like a skilled professional highly attuned to draw sweet subtle moans from your mouth. Her thumb circles your clit as she continues to pump her fingers inside of you, curling them to reach that spot that sends shivers up your spine.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you murmur, nails lightly scratching at her bare back.

The brunette chuckles, raising her head from your chest. “Now that’s not a very holy word, is it Y/N?” She smirks, and for a moment her touch is gone. You whine, chasing her fingers as they leave your needy core. Theres a second she lifts her weight and you see her reaching to remove her own underwear, then she’s back on you, this time sitting against just on of your thighs. You can feel her wetness against your skin, a soft moan escaping as she makes contact. “I wanna cum with you, okay?” she says, eyes meeting yours. You nod eagerly but your reply is swallowed up by a low cry as her fingers suddenly sink back into you.

Her speed picks up as she begins to curl inside you once again, a soft stream of curses leaving your lips at the unexplainable pleasure of her touch. You can feel Wanda begin to grind on to your thigh as she works, soft gasps escaping from her lips each time her clit brushes beautifully against your skin. She showers your praises as you whimper noises of your own, breaths heavy and moans unrestrained as she brings you closer and closer to that edge.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess,” Wanda husks over you. “Such a pretty girl for me.”

Her words only add to the building feeling in your lower stomach, that familiar coil building from the times you’d reached down to pleasure yourself after your parents had went to bed - not that you would tell anyone that.

“Please, Wanda,” you whimper, back arching into her. “I’m close-please…”

One hand continues to pump inside you, paced perfectly as her curled fingers reached that spot with each thrust. The other come up to play with a perked nipple, the bud rolling though Wanda’s fingers as helpless whines spill from your mouth. “Just a minute, princess,” Wanda replies, her breathing heavy. “I’m almost there.”

Surprisingly, her pace doesn’t falter as she too climbs closer to her orgasm. Her moans grow louder, her cunt grinding harder against your thigh as she continues to swirl your clit at the perfect speed. It’s when you finally tense the muscles in your leg, that she finally falls apart.

You feel her soak your thigh, gasping desperately as she cums. You watch mesmerised as her face screws up, her jaw hanging loose as she rides out her orgasm on your leg, drunk on pleasure. It only adds to the bundling arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

“Cum, pretty girl” Wanda whispers, still coming down from her high. “Cum for me.”

And you do. With her fingers curling just right inside you, you finally tip over the edge. Your orgasm comes hard, crashing over you in a tidal wave as Wanda slowly circles your clit, guiding you through it. A guttural moan elicits from your throat, Wanda’s name lacing your tongue. That pleasant buzz takes over your mind as you feel her fingers slow, riding out your high, drunk on her touch. You’re on the brink of overstimulation when she finally removes her hand entirely. Eventually your eyelids flutter open, heavy from exhaustion, and you spy the brunette with her fingers deep isnide her mouth, her tongue lapping up every last bit of your arousal.

“So sweet,” she murmurs above you, both of your minds still fuzzy from the resounding pleasure. Eventually, the brunette moves herself away from your thigh, whining slightly as her core is exposed to the cool air. Her body flops down next to yours, shoulders touching as you lay cramped in the single cot. Your heavy breaths are the only sound for a long while, loud in the silence of the dormitory. Then finally, when you’ve managed to right your body again, your face turns to look at the girl beside you. Wanda is already staring back, green eyes wide as a huge smirk settles across her lips. She looks you up and down, her grin only widening as she husks, “You still wanna believe you’re not into girls?”.

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birthdays ✩‧₊˚

— hockey!wanda x fem/afab!reader

all you’ve ever known is a skipped birthday, a missed celebration. your first birthday since you’ve started dating Wanda rolls around, what would happen if she forgot it too like your mother did?

tw: HEAVY TOPICS, discussions of past trauma (physical/verbal abuse, parental neglect/control, manipulation), established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst w/ HAPPY ending, discussions of thoughts spiraling (r wonders if W loves her anymore), R’s coping style is to separate herself, NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: this is the fic that won from this poll (it “won” at whatever it was at when I checked it after my exam)

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The only time you can remember having your birthday celebrated was at school. It was the closest thing you had to a birthday anyways. The little goody bag your teacher would make and the birthday song sang to you by your classmates. Though your mother never showed up to parent lunch, or gave you presents, or even acknowledged your birthday—you still blindly thought she was a good person then.

If you had done well in school, at practice, and at home—she’d gift you with new ice skating equipment. Something she was going to give to you anyways, but tried to do it as positive reinforcement as a kid. The other positive reinforcement she gave just so you’d get in the ice? A form of alone/bonding time with her. She’d only discuss what was necessary, eyes strayed away from your own.

You were so blind to her manipulation, getting you into the sport only for her to use it as a weapon against you. There were times you enjoyed the sport, but it’s hard not to think of your mother when you enter on the rink since you’ve spent most of your childhood with her on it.

Once she got arrested and you were moved to live with your older brother—he tried to celebrate your birthday. For a few years you wanted to forget about it and you had, you never celebrated it except for your brother’s family leaving notes on your desk when you had stayed with them.

And now today was your birthday.

You had gone to bed with a slight twinge of hope in your heart that a birthday spent with your girlfriend would be different.

It was 7:43AM, in seven minutes Wanda would be reaching to turn her alarm off. You usually don’t wake up this early, used to sleeping in while Wanda left for practice, but today you couldn’t help it. You had been wondering how she’d greet you when she woke up. What a birthday would be like with someone who loved you.

She looked surprised to find you awake after she turned her alarm off, puffy eyes widening just a bit.

“Woah, what’s got you up so early?”

You smiled, “nothing.”

“Hmm,” she pressed a kiss to your forehead before throwing the sheets off of her, “I’m not complaining.”

You felt giddy almost, a childlike joy overtaking you. Would she take you to dinner? You’ve heard that’s what couples do at work. Or would she take you somewhere? Would she give you a gift?

“I have practice until later today, but I should be back tonight—like 1PM?”

“Okay,” you chirped from under the covers, excited to get another kiss from her before she wondered into the bathroom to put her hair back. It only takes her a minute, throwing her jersey on loosely and pulling her bag over her shoulder, her keys jangling as they hang out of her pocket.

“Be back later, love you.”

“Love you.”

It made your heart twinge just a bit at the fact that she got up and left without saying anything. Maybe mornings weren’t the normal time to say happy birthday yet?

You spent time doing work from home, finishing tasks your boss assigned you to do. It made time fly and before you realized it was almost 12PM. You were about to get ready for the day but stopped when you received a text from Wanda, telling you that she won’t be back until later.

That’s fine. She’s probably just picking up something. It felt selfish, all of these thoughts felt self-centered. This day shouldn’t be about you, you shouldn’t expect it, but here you are. So you put off getting ready, wanting to be freshly put together when Wanda came through the door.

1PM turned to 3PM and 3PM turned to 6PM.

You received a few texts from your phone, seeing family and a few work friends wish you a happy birthday. It mattered, but it didn’t satisfy the way your heart was breaking. She would remember, she’s not your mom—she’s above ignoring such a day.

You know she cares, so why in this moment are you beginning to question everything? Heart turning from glass to stone as you recall memories, ones usually sweet, and overthink her words and actions as hatred. Maybe this whole time shes been showing how much she dislikes you but you’ve been blind to it just like how you had been with your mother.

It was dinner time now, and you’ve seen videos on social media and heard on the grape vine that couples go out to a nice dinner on a special event, such as a birthday. This could be a surprise, maybe when she got back she’d be dressed and ready, driving you to your favorite place.

She hasn’t yet called to texted you, giving you the idea that she’s coming home soon like she said she would be. You took the time to get ready, enjoying every minute for once until you were dressed nicely. You found yourself on her couch, waiting while scrolling on your phone.

You checked back and the time read seven.

After watching TV, the time read eight.

Until nine, until ten, until your phone lit up the room with her contact information. You let it go to voicemail, not wanting to let her know about how you’re crying in front of the bathroom mirror.

It’s ugly, dry heaving cries filling the bathroom. Each one making your throat and head hurt just that much more. Your heart ached. You felt naive, stupid to believe someone would genuinely love you. Turns out on your birthday she would leave you alone.

You decide to sleep, guessing Wanda wouldn’t be back until way later at this point. You had hoped to avoid her but by stepping out of the bathroom you walked right into.

“Oh!—oh.”

You know she can see the glimmer on your cheeks, how your eyes are all puffy and bloodshot. You felt choked seeing her. She’s in a different outfit, hockey back still slung behind her like you’ve become familiar with.

“What’s wrong—?”

“Nothing,” you say, brushing past her to quickly grab the pajamas you wore this morning and shutting yourself in the bathroom again. She had apparently left to take a phone call from her dad, thankfully giving you space to calm down, collect yourself, and crawl into bed. Now lying in her bed feels weird; it doesn’t feel like home as much anymore. Fear grew in you at the thought, what if she’s going to kick you out soon? You’ve heard that happens when relationships fall apart, and the pain you felt thinking that sentence over took you.

You tried to stop the upcoming crying session, pressing your hands into your closed eyes or staring at the ceiling. You’ve had heartbreak, just not one with a relationship, it’s be a new kind of pain. Sharing intimacy with someone only for them to use you in the end.

The door creaking, signaled Wanda’s presence. She sighed seeing how you’ve turned away from her, sitting on her side to lean an arm and rest it on your thigh.

“Hey love, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

You ignored her attempts to console you, and in a really really strange way you congratulated yourself—you weren’t able to do this with your mother and you saw how that ended up.

But oh how you wanted to turn around and hug her, hear her heart beat as you lie on her chest, feel her press a kiss to your cheek and tell you everything’s going to be okay. Once you hear her breathing even out you let out a few more tears, already missing Wanda even though she’s laying right behind you.

The next morning Wanda’s shocked for a different reason. You wake up at a normal time, but you’re complete off. She’s decided that maybe you need space, maybe something happened that you’re just keeping to yourself and will tell her later. She’s not just decided, she’s hoping because she can’t stand to see how you’ve been. You’re a shell of it. You don’t kiss her back, you’ve stopped engaging in conversation, and you barely look at her.

It’s now been two days since your birthday and Wanda’s grown increasingly worried. You’ve always climbed in bed, back facing hers for the third night in a row and it’s enough for Wanda to pull up your brother’s contact, raising her phone to her ear after hitting the call button.

“Hey, this sounds very intrusive, but has something personal happened within the family recently?”

“Uhh no—why?”

She explains how you’ve been, how sudden and drastic of a change your mood has been.

“Can you tell me what day you remember her starting to drop?”

“Two days ago.”

“I’m not going to assume you did because I fucking hope this didn’t happen. Two days ago was her birthday Wanda, is there—?”

His voice trails off as the room freezes. That’s why you were up early, full of smiles and joyful expressions. That’s why you’ve become distant, looking uncomfortable any time she expressed her love.

“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no—“ she mumbles, tears growing in her eyes, “shit—I forgot. I forgot. I don’t know how, but I did.”

“Shh, hey calm down,” your brother says over the voice, tone stern and light, “this doesn’t take away my frustration with you, but calm down—you’re not going to get anything done with a heart rate of 120. Apologize and make it up to her. You really don’t even have to do much—you can literally just get her a small gift and wished her a happy birthday and she’d be over the moon.”

“No—no, she deserves more than that.”

“She does. The intention of what I just said was to show how low the bar was set. She’s not had a ‘birthday,’ Wanda—so anything you could’ve done yesterday would’ve meant the world to her.”

“It would’ve and I’ve done nothing,” she says and he agrees.

“Yes. But I know your intentions, I know you’ve just forgotten—but she doesn’t. Just make it up for her, be intentional and loving and she’ll come back around.”

So that’s what Wanda set to do. It was late but she still left, driving in her car to the nearest cheapest store to grab decorations. It started with decorations before it moved to gifts before it moved to cake. She set out to create a basic birthday day for you.

It was a sight to wake up to, finding balloons on your ceiling and streamers hanging around her apartment. She was downstairs with your family, your brother smiling and recording you once you’ve begun to walk out from her bedroom.

“What—?”

“Happy birthday.”

You take in everything as best as you can with how your eyes have begun to grow wet, blurring your vision. It looks like the photos you searched on wiki as a kid of what a birthday decorated room looked like. Your brother continues to hold the camera poised on you, emotions overcoming him and his wife. The entire time Wanda’s been standing in the corner, growing nervous when your attention lands on her.

She’s holding her arms out wide when she saw you take a few steps towards her. You’re wrapped up so tight in her hold; your deep cries breaking her heart all the more.

She coos, “I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

“You set all this up for me—when did you have time,” you ask, voice squeaking from how sore your throat has become.

“It is all for you, I stayed up late last night to set this up.”

And her efforts didn’t go to waste. You wonder just how much money she burnt through last night seeing what she had bought. Your brother had an itinerary, moving you around to each event.

You had to stop and cry multiple times—feeling grateful and also a little bit embarrassed about being so emotional over something so minor to most people. The whole time they kept validating your feelings, full of understanding and kind words to help you get along. There was your favorite food, dessert, presents, and your favorite people.

Once your brother’s family had to leave—saying something about having to get Tyler to hockey practice since he has a game coming up soon—Wanda pulled out another gift.

“I thought of you when I saw this,” she said, taking out the necklace to place it around your neck. It had the word, “loved,” on it, diamond encrusted and small.

“Why’d you think of me?”

“The man asked me to choose out a necklace with a saying that made me think of you. I wanted you to have something that reminded you of how loved you are.”

You begin to tear up yet again, laughing dryly as you try to wipe away the tears, “I need to stop crying, I’m going to get a headache.”

“I’ll just take care of you if you do.”

“You’re so cheesy,” you laugh more, but you thank her with a squeeze to her arm.

“I’m serious though. I’m really sorry for not treating you the way you deserved on your birthday. I love you, and I’ve never been this serious about anyone before.”

“I love you too,” you say, kissing her back when she leans to kiss you; feeling like your hearts begun to be placed back together when you feel her wipe away at your tears.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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Could I request wanda x f!reader who maybe came home from a bad day at work and becomes a porcupine type personality and pushes people away when she worries and Wanda cuddles her and knows just what to do? :) love your stories!!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 321

cw! slight warning for unhealthy coping habits!

a/n: SUPER SWEET GIRLFRIEND WANDA TO THE RESCUE!!

At this point, you started to question whether or not homelessness was all that bad. You could hardly stand your boss let alone your coworkers. You hated that the only way you knew how to cope with your stress was to stick to yourself, and you knew that not only was hurting you, but also your girlfriend.

As you came home, you didn’t bother to greet Wanda, heading straight to your bedroom where you had begun to strip out of your work clothes, tossing them carelessly at your hamper without even knowing if they made it in or not.

“Honey?” You heard Wanda call out to you from the couch. You didn’t answer her as you got out your pajamas and laying them out on your bed. Her feet padded against the floors before she leant against the frame of the door.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” She asked in concern. You just shrugged, not bothering to give her an answer as you pulled your shirt over your head, followed by pulling up your pants. “Nothing.” You said simply before sliding under the covers. She just sighed, following you into bed.

She knew that you had only gotten like this when work was rough, and she wanted nothing more than to give those assholes a piece of her mind for hurting her sweet lover. Her arm moved to wrap around you, and you just went limp, allowing her to pull you into her chest where you nuzzled into her bosom.

“Now, what’s wrong?” She asked once more. You had finally broken down, tears staining her shirt as you gripped on the material for dear life, like an anchor. “Everyone sucks.” You mumbled through your tears. You could feel her laugh reverberate against the side of your face. “I know baby, I know.” She said comfortingly, running a hand up and down your back.

“’M sorry.” She just sighed. “It’s okay darling, I understand.”

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The Babysitter (27)

A New Toy

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

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Chapter 27- W/c 8.2k This chapter contains 18+ smut

A New Toy

A soft sigh left her lips as her foot kicked the door closed, her body leaning against it as her green eyes were hidden, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Wanda's body relaxed against the door, the knowledge of a night without the boys something she wouldn't dare admit she was looking forward to even though she was. Yes, she loved the boys with her entire heart but, since the four of you returned home after the amazing trip away all those weeks ago, life had been non stop.

Work for the older woman was stressful, everything seemingly having piled up while she was away for the few days, leaving her an absolute mess to deal with and work overtime at the office, you being left to watch the twins until she would come home exhausted. The past few weeks were tiring, draining, and she was in dire need of a peaceful night with you, something to help her unwind.

Life, however, was also being cruel to you, your A Levels having started a couple weeks ago when Wanda had to be whisked away to the office nonstop, your body hunched over a desk for the majority of the day trying to revise your hardest for your exams, wanting to do your best to get into Shield University as that was your number one choice, them wanting the highest grades possible though.

When her eyes gently fluttered open, Wanda noted how quiet it was without the twins, who were seeming to grow irritated at how busy everyone else was, not being given the same amount of attention as usual, and guiltily smiled a little. It was quiet for once. No crazed noises, no inappropriate sounds, no excited or annoyed screams. Nothing.

Her brows furrowed at how quiet it was, you having promised to wait downstairs with a film ready when she had returned from dropping the boys off at Scott and Hope's house for a sleepover, her feet naturally guiding her towards the living room.

A blanket was scattered across the seat however there was nobody to occupy the seat, Wanda's smile fading a little. The older woman then ventured to the kitchen, her smile fading completely when she saw the plate of food she left out for you was still on the countertop, stone cold as it hadn't been touched, her body swiftly turning upon realising where you must have been.

Her feet carried her up the stairs with determination, knowing that she would have to physically drag you away from that desk to get you to relax, hoping to prey on your weaknesses and help you do something other than revising.

"Detka," she hummed out softly once she entered her room, able to see your figure slouched over the desk, hand resting on one of your hands as your brows furrowed, the older woman practically able to hear the cogs turning in your mind, your pen tapping against the wood in a slow tune. When you didn't respond, still lost in thought, Wanda moved towards your body, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, head resting on your shoulder. "Detka," she whispers into your ear, gaining your attention.

"Hmm?" You say, still not completely with her as you stare at the practice question in front of you. It was as if you were possessed by the piece of paper, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

"You need to have a break," she murmurs, her hands drifting across your body in a comforting and soothing way, trying to ease the tension that was building within your muscles from the awkward positions you had been sitting in all day.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not trying to be rude, just trying to focus on the work. You needed to pass this test with the best score you could possibly achieve, having felt like the last two papers in Psychology hadn't gone well. If you were going to go to one of the best universities, you needed the best grades. If you didn't get the best grades, you weren't going to get into the university. If you didn't get into the university, people would be disappointed in you. If you-

"Detka, you haven't eaten since breakfast and I bet you haven't had a break at all today," she says, forcing the spinning chair around so you were facing her, your eyes tired and clearly exhausted. "You need to stop for tonight alright? If you keep trying to force it in your mind, it won't stay in." You looked at the floor slightly embarrassed, she was right. You weren't going to be able to remember anything if you carried on like this. You were just wasting time and energy.

"I need to know it all by Monday though," you mutter, still stressing about it despite her logical point, her face softening while her hands cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks. You gaze into her enticing green, losing yourself momentarily in the various shades of them and the way love and care swirl in them, delicately entwined with one another.

"That gives you all of tomorrow and Sunday to revise then," she whispers, trying to get you to think properly about it instead of draining yourself like this. She understood your worry though, she knew how much you wanted to get into Shield Uni. "With breaks," she adds in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, the corner of your lips tugging up a little at the soft smile that breaks out onto her face. "There's that smile I love," she whispers and your cheeks instantly flush red at that, your mouth parting and closing, unsure of how to function after her affectionate words.

Instead, you pull her body towards you, standing between your legs as you hug her middle, pressing your face against her soft jumper. You relaxed when one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp to have your body practically melting against her, almost lulling you to sleep.

"Come on Detka," she says, your eyes reluctantly fluttering open as she moves her body away from yours, a small pout sneaking onto your lips as the physical touch is lost. You watch her walk towards the ensuite, the sound of water running gently sounding around the room before she appears at the door frame, watching your confused expression. You look back at the unfinished sixteen marker, part of your mind wanting to finish it, to carry on revising but the other half telling you to go to Wanda.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you push yourself off the chair, casually strolling up to her as she kneels by the side of the bathtub, her hand feeling the water to check the temperature.

"We're going to have a bath," she says, a playful smile engraved on her face, standing up again and snaking her arms around your body, pulling you flush against her. "We both need something to relax," she says and you only suddenly realise how stressful the last few weeks must have been for her, the realisation evident in your eyes as she presses a finger against your lips to shush you. "Don't go down that spiral," she whispers softly, knowing your thoughts could venture down a negative route. "Get in Detka while it's warm, I'll be with you in a minute," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It'sso soft, it's addictive and you wish it lasted forever. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to immediately vanish as soon as her soft, plump lips met yours, even for the briefest of moments, warmth bubbling inside you. You didn't want her to part from the kiss, wanting to feel them press against yours again, and again, the action seemingly needed to live. She was all you needed to live.

"Where did you go?" she whispers teasingly when she parts from the kiss, noticing how your eyes are still closed, a blissed out expression on your face as you open your eyes, meeting her gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, her cheeks tinting pink at the sheer amount of emotion behind your tone, the care and love that wrapped around each syllable as you ignore her question but say something far more important. She laughs a little softly, shyly, not used to hearing you say the words in such an adoring tone, her lips meeting yours once more, luring you back into that intoxicated state.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, matching your tone, her getting lost in your eyes for a moment before her voice becomes playful, "Now get in the tub."

You can't help the wide smile that breaks onto your face as you kiss her, a heart-warming chuckle leaving you as she lets out her angelic laugh, begrudgingly moving away from you and towards the door.

Once she's left, you waste no time in stripping your clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet seat lid before slowly getting into the tub, a sound of relief escaping you at the warmth encasing your body. The warmth of the water and the tranquil atmosphere quickly caused your muscles to relax, your body going limp against the white tub as your mind slowed, trying to clear it and truly enjoy the peace and quiet. Your hands gently moved within the water, creating small ripples that were only just visible, hidden by the various bubbles that were littered about the tub.

Your eyes only opened when the sound of the door closing caught your attention, fluttering open while your head turned over your shoulder, a smile taking over your face, eyes lighting up at the woman and the treat in her hands. She purposely took her time in travelling the short distance from the door to where you were, building your anticipation up as she bent over to press a kiss to your forehead, her hand passing the bowl to you, her lips lingering before pulling back.

Your eyes flickered down to the collection of cut up fruit in the bowl, your stomach craving something to eat, fingers wrapping around half a strawberry as the older woman pulled away from you completely. You turned your head once again to look at her, mouth frozen open, strawberry placed against your tongue, as you watched her strip, unable to tear your gaze away from her beauty.

Her arms elegantly pulled her jumper over her head, her shirt rising up at the action and exposing some soft, irresistible skin, her eyes watching you with amusement as your hand remained holding the piece of food in your mouth. She takes her time pulling her shirt over her head, teasingly pulling it higher and higher until it was finally off her, revealing her simple black bra. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker down to her chest, breasts practically spilling out of the cups when she leaned forwards while shrugging her jeans down, showing off her long, slender legs.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, voice a little raspy as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down, leaving her fully naked as she nears the tub, motioning for you to move forwards. It takes a minute to function properly, quickly eating the fruit that was in your hand and moving far enough forward for her to slide her body in behind yours.

Her arms quickly wrap around your middle, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin, the heat of the water earlier incomparable to the heat building between your thighs as she pulls you flush against her body, her breasts pressing into the back of you.

A soft and low sigh spills from her lips, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin as you focus on trying to breathe normally, the proximity and lack of clothes seemingly too much for your brain to handle.

"I was wondering Detka," she slowly whispers, your hands moving to interlock with hers, "If we could have a little chat about something, nothing bad."

Curiosity washes over you, turning your head to look at her, ready to see a questioning look in her eyes but only being met with desire.

"Sure, what's it about?" you whisper back, lacking the composure you wanted as your voice wavers, gaze lowering to her lips before snapping back up to the enticing green.

"Do you remember what I said to you that night on the deck, after everyone had left us alone?" your cheeks turn a bright red as her words were engraved in your mind.

I can't wait to fill you with a strap one day.

To take you from behind, having you begging me to come.

"Yes," you sigh out and the desperation can be heard in your voice as you imagine where this conversation was going.

"Good," she murmurs softly, claiming your lips briefly as she couldn't hold back, your submissive state working her up effortlessly. "I was wondering if we could talk about more things we want to try out during sex?"

You nod a little shyly, your body craving her touch but also desperate to hear where her words were going, wanting to hear the possible additions to your sex life.

"I'm going to name something and I want you to tell me whether it's something you want to try, are willingly to try or don't want to try," she speaks gently but with all the control needed, subtly showing of her dominance in another way as your mind is running too far with fantasies. "Answer me honestly Detka, I don't want you to say something because you think I'll like it."

"I won't," you whisper back to assure her that you'll be truthful.

"What do you think of strap ons?" she asks, despite knowing your answer.

Lewd images of her taking you with the toy filter through your mind, a wave of arousal washing through you at the idea of her pounding into you.

"I definitely want to try that," you murmur and it's so needy. You don't even try to hide it.

Wanda merely smirks at your reaction before pressing another kiss to your lips before you turn back around, leaning back against her body as the awkward angle was hurting your back.

"Choking?" She asks while moving her arms back around your body, gliding up and down the skin making it extremely hard to think. She was curious to know as you'd often hinted towards it but never fully said anything. You nodded in response, scared your words would fail you, causing Wanda to speak up, "I need words Detka."

"I want you to..." you trail off with your words, growing nervous at saying it, a low and sultry chuckle escaping her.

"You want me to do what?" she sighs out almost condescendingly in your ear, knowing exactly what you want her to do. To further tease you, she even raises one of her hands, letting it settle on the base of your neck, causing a groan to escape you at the pressure she applies.

"I want you to choke me," you whisper out after what feels like a lifetime of building up the courage, Wanda kissing the side of your cheek and smiling against you,

"Good girl," she praises, removing her hand and returning to tracing random patterns across your skin.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, anticipation and want clawing at your mind as you let her roam her hands around your body, desperately wishing they would just travel that little bit lower.

"Spanking?" she husks out, voice low while her accent wrapped around her words delicately, your breathing becoming a little heavy as a noise of pure desperation leaves you.

"Yes," you sigh out, closing your eyes and leaning further against her body, watching the images of her bending you over and spanking you entering your mind over and over again.

"Where would you want it?" she murmurs, smirking as she places another kiss to your cheek, her hand trailing lower, "Here?" she teasingly askes, cupping your core, causing a low, sensual moan to escape you. "Or here?" her hands travel around your body towards your ass, a whine leaving you when she moved her fingers away from where you wanted her.

"Both," you whisper, your hands going to hold onto the side of the tub, knuckles bleeding white as she just continues to tease and taunt you.

"Yeah?" she hums out, the vibrations tickling your cheek as she places another kiss to your skin, smirking when she hears how your breath hitches. She then moves her mouth to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her low breaths, "Do you want me to be rougher with you?" she husks out and fuck you were done for.

"Wanda," you whine and you don't hold back with how desperate you were, the noise earning a teasing chuckle to escape the older woman. She places a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, nothing but want swirling around in your eyes as they darken.

"Answer my question Detka," she whispers, purposely moving her lips closer to ghost yours, your mouth parting as shaky breaths leave you at the proximity.

"Please," is all you can muster, your hips pushing back subtly against her body, her hands moving back to your waist to hold you in place.

"Please," she murmurs back, mocking your tone of voice with a smirk, a hint of humiliation washing through you at how needy you must sound, arousal still pooling between your thighs though. "Answer me Detka, I won't ask again," she revels in the power she holds over you, watching how your face conveys the pure desire you feel for her.

At her words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing, a low groan escaping you before you manage to get the words out, "Please be rough with me, treat me how you want, please."

Her lips meet yours softly, hushing your pitiful sounds as you crave to feel her digits stretching you out, doing whatever she pleased with you. You lose yourself to the thought of her as her lips claim yours again and again, her tongue pushing past your lips and seeking entrance, dominating the whole kiss effortlessly.

Only when air was necessary did she pull back, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her enticing green darkened with lust, your eyes taking a little longer to open as you had to come back to reality after being kissed senseless.

"Do you have any other ideas of things you want to try out?" she mutters against your lips, connecting them again briefly before gaining some sort of self control, her eyes unable to be torn away from your lips though.

Your cheeks flush red at her asking you, a sudden wave of shyness taking over you, especially with the way she was gazing at you like she wanted to eat you alive.

"Oh Detka," she coos, chuckling a little at how your cheeks tinted even redder at her slightly condescending tone, "Don't get all shy now. Come on Dorogaya, tell me what you want," the way her accent perfectly wrapped around her last words, the slight rasp added to her voice, you were almost compelled to answer her.

"I want you..." you trail off, losing yourself within the various shades of green before continuing, "I want you to tie me up," her lips tug upwards into a smirk, her teeth then biting on her lower lip as various lewd thoughts enter her mind.

"I'd love to tie you up Detka," she rasps out, her mind still flickering through endless scenarios, "To have you squirming under me," she adds, voice lower to tease you.

"Fuck," you mutter, your skin burning as her nails scratch into your lower abdomen softly, dragging down until her hands were at your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little.

"Anything else Detka?" she asks, as if she weren't driving you insane.

"I-" your words are cut off by her hands sliding even closer to your core, your head moving to hide at the crook of her neck as, if she carried on looking at you like that, you were certain you were going to combust. "I want to try face-sitting," you mumble against her warm and slightly wet skin, the water in the bath a lot cooler than it was earlier.

"You want me to sit on your face Detka?" she teases and you groan against her at her tone and at how the pads of her fingers brush your clit. She chuckles at your reaction before whispering lowly, "I'm sure that can be arranged Dorogaya."

Her free hand guides you away from the safety of her neck, bringing you in for a passionate kiss before sighing softly, "Now relax Detka, let me take care of you."

Her hand finally touches where you so desperately needed, her mouth swallowing all the needy whimpers and whines as the rest of the night blurred, pleasure taking over your body again and again, until you both eventually collapsed into the sheets together, wrapped in each other's arms.

***

Stepping out of the double doors, relief washed over you as the fresh air wrapped around you, the sun gently streaming down over all of the students leaving the hall. You had finished College. Your last exam was done and there was nothing keeping you in this place anymore, you were free to leave and never return.

"Y/n," Natasha calls as she comes out of the hall, wide smiles taking over both of your faces at having completed another level of education together, having finished primary, high school and now college as a duo. "We did it," she sighs out, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and walking with you to the gates, laughter spilling from both of you.

"We did it," you repeat, the past few weeks of stress disappearing as it was finally over, you didn't have to spend all day revising and being scolded for not having breaks.

The two of you went back to the café you had sat in so many times, taking your usual seats and ordering the same as always, you typically eating some of Natasha's muffin as it was 'tradition' as you claimed, her letting it go as you were both so happy to be done with this big step in your lives.

Maria soon joined you two, her last exam having finished later, and swiftly joined her girlfriend on her side of the booth. The blue eyes lit up at the smile on the redhead's face, sitting close to her body before her soft gaze turned to you, a hint of mischief flashing across her face.

"I'd look away if I were you Y/n," she says and your brows merely furrow before she crashes her lips to her girlfriend, both of them smiling into the kiss while you just chuckle at Maria's antics, biting your tongue to refrain from all the teasing comments at the slight blush painted across your best friend's face.

The only reason you didn't tease her is that her green soon met yours, a warning look presenting itself in them making you shut up, knowing she had plenty of things to tease you about to Wanda later.

The plan for later was that all of you were going to have a meal at Melina's house, her wanting to celebrate with her daughter and you before the redhead left for the celebration party a few others from your year were having, Maria going with her while you were keen to find out what this 'surprise' Wanda had planned was, her refusing to tell you anything about it.

Before you knew it, you were walking into Natasha's house with Maria, ready to chill out in the garden until Wanda showed up and Melina called for food. You were going to go for your designated spot in the garden but the seat was occupied by a certain fluff ball, your face softening at the adorable brown eyes staring up at you, the way her tongue dangled out of her mouth as Fanny panted.

"Come on Fanny, we can share it," you mutter, trying to compromise with the dog as she happily stole your seat, Natasha chuckling with Maria who watched you attempt to persuade the dog to move. You scratched her head, your fingers running through her soft fur easily while trying to coax her out of your position, giving up entirely when she rolled over onto her back instead, wanting her belly to be rubbed instead. You couldn't help but laugh with the others as Fanny had been victorious, sitting on the floor in front of the seat and letting your hands play with her fur, casually petting her.

When Yelena eventually joined you, she couldn't help but tease you about your position, simply rolling your eyes at the blonde who, despite her words, joined you on the floor, her hand joining yours and stroking the soft fur that belongs to Fanny. You bickered playfully with Yelena, her purposely saying things to disagree with your statements, bumping against your shoulder to further annoy you playfully.

"You're only saying all of this to annoy me," you say laughing, shaking your head at the blonde with a smile engraved all over your face. "You can't possibly think American football is better than football."

"I can and I will," she says, not backing down, "Soccer isn't better than American football." Your jaw drops in shock at her blasphemous words, a sound of pure confusion leaving you.

"You- You don't even kick it in American football," you explain, a little passionately as football, in your eyes, was far better than the American sport and was definitely not called soccer. Yelena merely smirks at how determined you are to change her mind, staring at her with a firm stare until you get your point across. You explained to her many reasons as to why you believed you were right, Natasha and Maria being your backup as you asked for their opinions, Yelena still being that annoying amount of stubborn, still smiling at you. You were about to say more but the sound of angelic laughter interrupted your sentence, your gaze flickering over to the patio door where Wanda stood talking to Melina.

You snapped back to the conversation after a teasing comment from Yelena, who seemed incessant in annoying you today, only stopping the conversation when Wanda and Melena joined you, Alexie inside watching some old documentary about Russia.

"What are you girls talking-" Melina tries to ask, your gaze focussed on Wanda who walks closer to you, somehow managing to get Fanny to move and taking the seat behind you, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head and murmuring a gentle hello, your cheeks tinting red as Natasha and Maria both speak up at the same time.

"Don't," they both rush out, not wanting you to go on another little tangent about the whole topic, Yelena merely chuckling to herself at how you refrain yourself from speaking about it again. Instead, you stand up from the dry grass and sit next to Wanda, her arm subtly wrapping around your waist as you sit together.

Melina comes out occasionally to talk to Wanda, who's free hand pets the fluffy figure besides her, before leaving to check the food, the older woman remaining quiet and enjoying just listening to you talk with your friends, smiling at the nonsense and random things you would talk about. Her interest peaks when Natasha's smile turns mischievous, the redhead trying to reveal embarrassing stories about you to which you practically jump out of your seat to shut your best friend up. You attempts were to no avail as she reveals a humiliating tale, your cheeks flushed as you go back to sit next to Wanda who laughs softly at the story.

"So you're not only scared of chickens, but geese too?" she teases and you simply groan at her tone, Natasha unable to contain her laughter as she remembers the day. "Maybe you should just avoid birds Detka," she murmurs and you glare at Natasha who's still laughing.

"It wasn't my fault," you mutter, "I was just canoeing and minding my own business, there was no need for it to squawk at me and get pissed off." You remember the event clearly, you and Natasha sharing a canoe on a residential trip, your paddle going a little too close towards a goose for it's liking, a small scream leaving you as you practically jumped out of your skin when it loudly squawked at you and tried to swim after you two, Natasha unbothered as she was too busy laughing at you at the back of the canoe, fearing for your life as the animal chased after you both.

You were saved by Melina who called saying food was ready, all of you moving towards the dining room to eat. Wanda was sat to your side, her hand resting on your thigh when she was casually resting it, your gaze often flickering to the older woman during the delicious meal, your mind wandering to what the surprise later could possibly be. You admired her side profile, scanning over features while Melina tried to speak to you, your attention fixated on the goddess of a woman next to you.

"Y/n," Melina calls your name louder to get your attention, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment before answering her question in a shy tone, Wanda failing to hide her small smirk from you as she peers over at you.

The rest of dinner breezed by, you managing to not embarrass yourself anymore while everyone digested, Natasha and Maria deciding to leave soon as well as you and Wanda.

Wanda thanked Melina, wrapping the woman in a brief hug before softly murmuring to you that she'd be in the car waiting for you as you said goodbye to the others, you smiling at her and watching as she leaves the house, eyes flickering down momentarily to watch her hips before snapping back up once remembering where you were. Melina made no comment if she saw your line of sight, bringing you closer for a hug which confused you a little as she would never let this many people hug her within a short space of time. The action soon made sense when she spoke up,

"He'd be so proud of you," she whispers in a caring tone, smiling at the older woman who just looks at you with a reminiscent look. You've grown so much in her eyes, and she was so grateful to Wanda for helping you find yourself again. "Now go and enjoy the rest of you night," she says before letting you leave, you laughing at the way she then seems to berate Yelena in Russian for doing something as you walked down the path, her saying goodbye once more when you reached the car.

***

"Are you going to tell me what my surprise is yet?" you ask Wanda, tilting your head to watch her as she drives you back to the empty house. The twins were currently at Vision's as part of the divorce agreement was that he got to see them once a month, the man having picked them up from school which was why Wanda was able to come over for dinner at the Romanoff's residence. She chuckles as she steers around the corner at your excited tone, her gaze flickering over to yours briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"And why would I do that Detka?" She hums out, "It wouldn't be a surprise then," you can see the way the corner of her lips tug upwards, a small, subtle smirk etched onto her face as she continues to take you both home.

"I'll act surprised," you say playfully, your attempt at convincing her pitiful as she laughs softly once again. "Please just tell me," you say when she doesn't respond, just continuing to drive, occasionally looking over at you.

"You're just going to have to be patient Detka," she says calmly, your gaze looking out of the window to see you were nearly back home, only a couple of minutes away.

"You're just teasing now," you mutter while sitting back in your seat more comfortably, watching the scenery pass by. A low chuckle gains your attention, turning your gaze instantly to the alluring woman.

"Oh Dorogaya, if you think this is teasing you're in for a shock tonight," she rasps out, pulling up into the large driveway and swiftly securing the car, her gaze turning to you with a dangerous and predatory look in them. Your mind shortcuts at the way she seems to seduce you with just her eyes, arousal quickly pooling between your thighs as she leans closer to you, her mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes start to flutter close, ready to feel her lips against yours but nothing happens, your brows furrowing as you hear her car door opening. "Come on Detka, don't you want your surprise?" she teases, your hand rushing to unclasp your seatbelt as you rush after her, her hands turning the key and opening the front door.

As soon as you step into the house, your back meets the door roughly, her lips pressing against yours fervently as her body pins you against the hard surface, a moan escaping you. Her hands glide down your sides, resting on your hips as she slides her leg between your thighs, a low groan leaving your lips at the feeling of her pressed against your core, your mind blurred with arousal and pleasure.

Wanda effortlessly slides her tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the amount of hunger and desperation you both seem to pour into it, her pulling back briefly before biting down softly on your lower lip and dragging it back, releasing it and staring into your significantly darker eyes. Your lips are slightly stained by her faint lipstick and your pupils are blown with lust as you pant for breath against the door, her hands moving your hips a little to grind against her leg, a smirk tugging at her lips at how you loll your head back, baring your neck for her to mark.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she purrs against the column of your throat while letting her mouth roam the warm skin, her lips placing hot, open-mouth kisses at the sensitive part of your neck to hear soft moans spilling from your lips. "Such a good girl doing so well in your exams," her low tone mixed with the praise causes heat to flood throughout your body, glad she was pinned against you otherwise your legs would have certainly given in. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you Detka?" She trails kisses up along your neck, then your jaw, ending her words with her mouth ghosting yours, inviting you to chase them. When you do, she cruelly pulls back, revelling in the power she holds over you as you desperately wish to feel her lips against yours.

"Yes," you sigh out, moaning when she finally gives you what she wants, crashing her lips back to yours with even more passion behind it. The kiss turns messy but you don't care, it's hot, it's desperate and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You moan in surprise when she moves her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you away from the door, your legs wrapping around her middle as she takes you to your room, your lips refusing to part for a moment.

"Wanda, please," you plead when she lowers you onto the soft mattress, your legs keeping her firmly pressed against your body, fingers tangling into her auburn locks as she kisses you senseless, your body craving her touch.

"Patience Detka," she rasps out, moving to press a sensual kiss to the underside of your jaw, smirking against the skin as you try to buck your hips upwards against her body, trying to ease the incessant throb between your legs. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, needing to ease the heat building there as you clenched around nothing, wanting to feel her inside you. "Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" she murmurs against your lips, noticing how to reluctantly still your hips, your eyes conveying the pure desperation for her touch.

"I do but I need you Wanda," you sigh out, the older woman biting her lip at your submissive tone, arousal clouding her mind as she gazes into your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want soon, I promise Detka," she murmurs, her hands slowly travelling down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt, her eyes holding your excited gaze, "As for now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

"Yes," you whisper out as that's all you could muster, coherent thoughts swiftly leaving your mind as she lowers her mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I want you to strip for me Detka," she rasps out, accent delicately wrapped around her words, "Then I want you to wait patiently for me, no touching yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," you say again, being obedient and listening to her, your mind processing what she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get your surprise ready," she says, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "I won't be long." She swiftly climbs off your body and going into the bathroom, your brows furrowed but anticipation flowing through you as you do as she asked, stripping out of all your clothes and waiting on the bed, trying to listen to what she was doing in the other room. Your hands stay by your sides but you have a sudden urge to relieve yourself of the warmth that's settled at your core, your legs squeezing together.

Luckily for you, Wanda doesn't take much longer, opening the door to reveal herself in a new set of lingerie, the black lace perfectly accentuating her chest, your eyes flickering down her perfect body and freezing when you see what else she's wearing. A harness is wrapped around her lower half as a strap on is fitted against it, a low groan escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Please come here," you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice as she climbs back over your body, connecting your lips softly and halting your desperation.

"Remember you can use your safe words at anytime," she reminds in a caring voice, nodding against her quickly before she lets the kiss turn hungry, her hands roaming your expose skin, wasting no time in moving them to cup your breasts, teasingly ghosting her fingers over your nipples as you grind your hips up.

A broken moan is torn out of your throat at the feeling of grinding against the black toy, your needy noises being swallowed by the older woman.

"Wanda, please make me come," you beg, and you frankly don't care at how pathetic you must sound, your eyes pleading with her to give you what you want.

"You can beg better than that Detka," she teases in a low tone, adding to the burning heat inside your body as you need her to do something more. "Show me how much you want it," you moan lewdly into the kiss at her dominant voice, your hands moving to her back, needing to hold onto something.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me, Wanda, I need you so bad, I-" She interrupts your begging with a rough kiss, unable to hold back herself, her hand lowering to your core. Your head is thrown back against the soft mattress when she effortlessly slides a finger inside you, your eyes gazing into hers as soft moans spill from your lips as she curls it beautifully inside you.

"I need to stretch you out Detka," she says, answering your silent question and fuck those words shouldn't be as hot as they were. You clench around her finger, a sinful noise being torn out of you when she adds another finger, steadily pumping them into you. "Fuck Detka," she groans when you clench around her harder, her amazed at how warm and wet you were for her. "You're so wet for me," she rasps out, groaning when your nails dig into her back a little as your hips move against her hands, pleasure coursing through your body with every thrust of her fingers.

"Wanda," you sigh out in almost a chant, moaning her name over and over again as you near your orgasm, body buzzing with pleasure as her lips claim yours over and over again, mind intoxicated with the thought of her. "I'm so close, please," you moan out in between heated kisses, Wanda pressing an apologetic kiss to your lips as she slides her fingers out of you, denying you the relief of your orgasm.

A frustrated and pitiful noise leaves your throat at being left on edge, your protests quickly ending when she moves her fingers to your lips, motioning for you to clean them. You let her slide her finger into your mouth, groaning against her digit at the taste of yourself before you swirl your tongue around it, watching how her eyes darken, almost lost in arousal as she admires the sight of you under her.

She seems to snap herself out of her daze, sliding her fingers out and moving the toy to your core, breath hitching at the feeling of it pressed against your clit. She moves her hips forwards, grinding it against you earning a low, guttural moan, while coating the toy in your arousal.

"Are you ready Detka?" she whispers softly, moving the tip of the toy to your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"Yes," you sigh out, a little nervous at the initial part but comforted by the feeling of her lips pressing against yours as she guides the toy into you slowly. You moan as she stretches you out perfectly, the toy reaching spots you didn't even know existed as she slowly drags her hips back before pushing it back in, starting a slow, steady pace as you adjust to the size of it.

"You look so pretty stretched around my cock Detka," she husks out causing you to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping you as she starts to move her hips further out, thrusting the toy deeper inside you.

Soon enough, your nails are scratching down her back as she snaps her hips into you, the slow and steady pace gone as she pounds the toy into you, earning moan after moan as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Lewd noises fill the room as she thrusts into you over and over again, a choked moan ripped out of you when she moves her hand to the back of your thigh, moving it slightly higher and letting the toy slide even deeper inside you, her hips powerful as she fucks you senseless.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out as she snaps her hips into somehow even harder, your orgasm swiftly approaching as the toy hits all the right spots inside of you.

"You love being my little slut, don't you Detka?" she pants out against you, letting her forehead rest against yours as her hips are relentless, pleasure and euphoria flooding through you when she hits a certain spot inside you, your vision blurring with how turned on you were.

"Yes," you almost scream as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately crave. "Yours, your slut," you sigh out, throwing your head back against the mattress again as your hands hold onto Wanda, mind focussing on the feeling of the toy sliding in and out of you mercilessly.

"Mine," she mutters out, letting her mouth pepper kisses against any part of skin she could.

"Please can I come," you plead her, eyes opening to meet her lust filled green, begging her to let you.

"Come all over my cock Detka," she groans against your lips, connecting them and swallowing the scream that leaves your lips as pleasure crashes through your entire body, legs shaking as they wrap around her waist, keeping her close as you grind against the toy, riding out your aftershocks.

You sigh against her lips when your body trembles a little less with the overwhelming amount of pleasure, her chuckling against your lips at your blissed out expression.

"I'm not finished with you yet Detka," she murmurs, "Roll over."

"Fuck," is all you can say as her hands move to your hips, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before pulling your hips up to easily slide the toy into you.

She starts off slow, letting you adjust to the new position, revelling in all the noises that spill out of your lips. The noises mixed with the sight of you, hands gripping the sheets and hips moving back against her causes something inside Wanda to snap.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back into you, a scream of her name reverberating around the room as she fucks you at a brutal pace, indulging in her wants as the base of the toy brushes her clit with each powerful thrust of her hips.

You can't do anything but let your mouth part into an 'o' shape, letting noise after noise spill carelessly from your lips as your body buzzed with pleasure, her hands pulling your hips back to reach even further inside you.

"Detka," she groans, the toy brushing perfectly against her clit, "You're such a good girl, taking me so well," she pants out, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm nears, her pace still merciless though.

"Wanda," the tone of your voice only spurs her on to fuck you harder, her hips slamming the toy harder into you as her hand wraps around you middle, pulling you up into kneeling position. Her mouth moves to your ear, letting you hear her ragged breaths, sending heat straight to your core.

"I'm so close Detka," she sighs out, moving her fingers down your body, letting her index finger gently circle your clit, your hips bucking back against hers. "I want you to come with me," she groans, your hips pushing back against hers and causing the base of the toy to rub against her just how she wanted.

With her words, her fingers, and the toy inside you, your quickly on edge of another powerful orgasm, your head leaning back against her body as you tilt it to the side, connecting your lips.

"I'm going to come," you whimper out when she ruts her hips against you, her mouth messily meeting yours as she moans into the kiss, both of you crashing head first into your orgasms. Her hips stutter against you as she continues to thrust into you a little slower, your legs shaking as she holds your body upright, not letting you fall onto the mattress. She gently lowers you down, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, slipping the toy out of you and pressing her body into you, peppering your shoulders in kisses as you press your face into the sheet.

"I've got you Detka," she whispers, moving the two of you around so she could pull your body against her, wrapping her arm around you. "I'm so proud of you, you did so well for me," she praises in a soft and loving tone, more comforting words gently falling from her lips to coax you back to reality as you bury your face against her neck, trying to regulate your breathing.

"I can't feel my legs," is the first thing you quietly whisper, her angelic laugh returning as she places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to have hurt you.

"No," you say with no hesitation, pulling back with tired eyes to look at her. "I loved it," you confess, causing her to smile before softly kissing you once more, unable to stop herself.

"Me too," she whispers, letting a comfortable silence take over the room for a bit before ushering you to go to the bathroom and clean up with her. You're reluctant to do so but, when she wraps her arms around you and murmurs sweet words in your ear the entire time, you listen, letting her clean you up and the toy before letting you both return to bed, your body clinging to hers as you cuddle against her, exhaustion creeping up on you both.

Your head rests against her bare chest, a smile engraved on your face at the idea of using her chest as your pillow, arm securely wrapped around her waist while her fingers play with the end of your hair.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs, voice quiet to keep the tranquil atmosphere as you slowly drift to sleep on her, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly and lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," you whisper, voice barely audible as you drift off to sleep in her gentle embrace.

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upon-a-starry-night · 1 year

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Scary Movies, Scary Feelings

Pairing: Wanda x F!Reader

Main Masterlist Wanda Masterlist

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You hate scary movies but your friends want to go see the latest one, at least you’ll have Wanda there to protect you.

Scary movies weren’t really your thing. I mean sure you could stomach some of the popular ones during Halloween but with each new awful thing that comes out your anxiety screams at you to never watch YouTube for fear of the unskippable horror ads.

Still, it had been a long time since you’d gone out with friends and your good friend Justin kept suggesting you see a movie so you figured it would be a good opportunity. However, it just so happens that your friends all love a good scary movie and have been eager to see the newest one that just came out in theaters.

So that’s how you found yourself standing in the theater lobby waiting for the rest of your friends to arrive.

“David just texted me he can’t make it, last minute family thing” Justin informed you, that was the second friend to cancel out of the blue. You considered just calling it off and going home when your favorite person walked in.

Wanda was by far your best friend out of everyone, you’d known her the longest and if you were honest you had developed a crush on her a little over a year ago.

She greeted you with a hug and you relaxed in her embrace, at least you wouldn’t be entirely alone.

Justin seemed slightly surprised at her arrival despite the entire friend group agreeing to come, perhaps he thought she’d cancel on them too, but deep down you knew Wanda would never make you watch a scary movie without her to comfort you.

You thought back to all the movie nights the two of you had had, you rarely ever watched scary movies because Wanda understood your discomfort with them but during many Halloween sleepovers, you had the habit of hiding in her shoulder when you got scared. You’d be embarrassed about it if all of your energy didn’t go to trying to calm your racing heart and not look at the screen.

“Let me buy you your favorite candy Y/n” Justin suggested, turning to go to the counter when Wanda stopped him

“I already got her a box of it” She opened her bag to reveal a box of your favorite candy sitting next to hers, you smiled at the gesture- theater food was always overpriced anyway.

“You’re welcome to get yourself something though, y/n and I are going to go find our seats” Wanda grabbed your hand and pulled the two of you away from Justin who stood there deflated a little bit before catching up to you.

Your seats were in the middle of the theater and you shrunk in on yourself when you noticed your seat required you to sit next to a stranger. You moved to begrudgingly sit down when Wanda grabbed your shoulder and shook her head, sitting in your place.

It was times like this that made you fall for her, how considerate she was of you, and how much she knew about your preferences.

You sat in the middle seat and Justin sat down next to you, as you watched the previews Justin leaned over to you and whispered in your ear

“If you get scared you can always hold my hand” You awkwardly laughed off his suggestion. You and Justin had never been anything more than friends and he had to know you were gay right?

Wanda quickly pointed something out in a trailer that caught your attention and the two of you quietly chatted about upcoming movies you wanted to watch before the movie finally started.

You were fine for the beginning of the movie, it was all mostly just plot explanation but you couldn’t help but be tense when things started to go wrong in the film.

You tried eating some candy to distract yourself from the fear but your anxiety was at an all-time high. Scary movies at home were one thing but they were ten times worse in the theater.

In the corner of your vision, you saw Justin put his hand face up on your armrest and you frowned. That was your armrest.

At the first jumpscare, you flinched and placed your candy box in front of your eyes as some sort of shield. You looked over at Wanda and she gave you a comforting smile. She wasn’t making fun of you in any way she was just seeing if you were okay.

You gave her a weak smile that looked more like a grimace and she offered her hand out to you. You took it graciously and when the next jumpscare came around you squeezed it tight. You’d apologize later but right now you were too panicked to do anything. She gave you three reassuring squeezes back to let you know she was there if you needed her.

You relaxed slightly as you focused on the feeling of her soft hands, her cold rings were grounding your anxiety and soon you could feel your body slowly relaxing.

The movie avoided jumpscares for a while as it focused on the main characters but as the end of the movie neared you knew something was bound to happen at any moment.

The last jumpscare caught you completely off guard and you let out a squeak as you ducked and hid your head in Wanda’s shoulder.

Despite being horrified you were sure you were blushing like crazy.

You opted to listen to the few minutes the movie had left to avoid any more jumpscares. Sure enough, you heard the collective jump from the crowd as another scare happened but you were happily buried in the scent of Wanda’s shampoo.

Once the movie ended you reluctantly pulled yourself away from Wanda, apologizing for clinging onto her but she just smiled and told you she didn’t mind.

The three of you exited the theater into the lobby as Justin began speaking to you

“So what did you think of the movie y/n? I thought it was great, I mean that part, where that guy got his arm ripped off, was so-”

You cringed as he talked about the gory scenes you tried to close your eyes for most of.

You felt Wanda place a hand on your back soothingly

“Justin.” she cut off his rambling with a firm but soft voice “She doesn’t really like to hear about that kind of stuff” She defended and you gave her an appreciative smile.

“Oh. Sorry Y/n” You shrugged at his response, it wasn’t that big of a deal, you were just glad the movie was over.

Justin shifted uncomfortably as he hesitated before speaking directly to you

“y/n… I was wondering if maybe you’d like- want to go to dinner?” Your eyes widened in surprise

“I mean- it doesn’t have to be tonight if you don’t want but I just- I’ve liked you for a while now and this was supposed to kind of be like a date but then Wanda showed up”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. A date? This was supposed to be a friendly outing.

“I don’t think it can be a date if one person doesn’t even know it’s a date” Wanda expressed, looking somewhat annoyed at the situation.

You fiddled with your hands “Uhm Justin you’re not really my… type” you tried to explain, but you couldn’t help but feel bad as he visibly deflated at your rejection

“Uhm I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back” He didn’t bother waiting for a response before leaving the two of you alone.

You turned to Wanda whose eyes never left Justin as he walked away, a glare was set on her face. You wondered for a second if Wanda liked Justin and would be mad at you.

“Are you mad at me?” you softly asked, Wanda’s eyes snapping to you instantly at your question.

“Mad at you? No, why would I be?” She seemed appalled you’d even considered her aggression to be directed at you

“I don’t know it just seemed-” you tried to search for the right words to say “I just thought, because you seemed upset, that maybe you liked Justin- and I promise I don’t like him so he’s all yours I just-” you cut yourself off from your ramble, wringing your hands as a nervous habit.

Her gaze softened as she realized what you were trying to imply, she gently stopped your hands from their nervous wringing and slid her fingers between yours

“ I don’t like Justin” She assured you “he’s not even remotely my type”

You nodded slowly, trying to figure out what to say next

“So… what is your type then?” You watched her reaction closely, waiting for her to describe her dream guy to you so you could just smile and nod along.

She took a soft sharp inhale, looking into your eyes and then down at your lips before looking back up. You blinked a few times and tried to convince yourself what you just saw really happened. You glanced down at her lips too and looked up at her now flushed cheeks. She was blushing… because of you?

You watched her gaze drift back behind your shoulder and turned to see what she was looking at when her hand cupped your cheek and pulled your gaze back to her. She had gotten closer now, you hadn’t even noticed when.

She glanced at your lips again before slowly leaning forward, her eyes searching for permission. You nodded lightly as your heart fluttered in disbelief and she closed the distance between you. Her lips were soft and sweet, she tasted like her favorite candy and you decided you had a new favorite taste. Her other hand came up to rest on your jaw as she deepened the kiss between you, lightly biting your lip causing you to let out a soft moan.

She pulled away, just enough so that your noses were on the brink of touching as she stared at you with a sparkling gaze. Her eyes shifted over to the side again and this time when you saw what she was looking at you froze.

Only a few feet away stood Justin, a shocked look on his face as he processed what he was witnessing.

Your attention was pulled back as you heard Wanda’s soft giggle. You finally registered what she had just done and chuckled with her

“That was mean Wanda” You playfully scolded, she just shrugged

“Not as mean as texting everyone not to come so he could have you all by himself” She mused, discreetly grabbing your hand again and intertwining your fingers together.

She began pulling you to the exit as your brain caught up to her words “Wait-” you finally understood and she just chuckled again at your oblivion.

Once the two of you were outside you both seemed to realize this was where you’d part ways, you shifted on your feet trying to come up with some excuse to not have to leave her yet.

“You know I never answered your question” You gave her a questioning look “About my type”

Your heart rate increased as you stared into her green eyes, her gaze never wavering from yours

“You.” She answered “You’re my type”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the confession, you’d waited so long for something you thought would never happen, and here you were, standing in front of the most beautiful woman you’d ever met and she’d just told you you were her type.

Nothing would ever beat this moment. Besides maybe a few minutes ago when she kissed you.

You breathed an overly dramatic sigh of relief “Well that’s good news because I thought we were going to have to talk about standards”

She playfully shoved your shoulder at your words and you caught her hand before it retracted, playing with the rings on her fingers. You looked up at her soft gaze, reeling in the way she admired you like no one else ever could.

“You’re my type too” you admit

“That took you way too long to admit” she joked, and you scoffed, dropping her hand and crossing your arms

You both missed the contact immediately.

You shivered as a breeze flowed through the air and an idea popped into your head

“You know Wanda…” you started, “ that movie was pretty scary, I think I’m going to need somebody to sleep with me in case I get scared”

Wanda caught on to your train of thought and giggled as she played along

“I think I can help you with that”

Thanks for reading! as always please comment what you thought and if there’s anything you’d like to see next! <3

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wndaswife · 1 month

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saving room for dessert | wanda maximoff & fem!reader

Dinner with the new neighbours sets you on edge due to the repeated subtle passes made at your wife. You reestablish your ownership over Wanda in the kitchen while your guests wait for dessert in the dining room.

Word count: 6864

Tags | MDNI: smut, domestic fluff, humour, jealousy, possessiveness, reader has a penis, handjobs, brief thigh fucking, daddy kink, degradation, but way more praise, what is the word for almost getting caught fucking in the room beside the dinner guests??, sub!wanda maximoff

A/N: the corny alliteration of vision and virginia's name was not my doing it is based on his comic series ndskjfnkjfn

The town of Westview was a rather quiet one, though both you and your wife really loved the neighbourhood community, for it was friendly and close-knit. When you first moved into Westview together, it was because Wanda’s job had relocated her to somewhere further than where you had previously lived, and close to the charming town that was alike to the kind you had always talked about living in together.

Both of you were delighted to find that the people of Westview were welcoming and kind, and that there were frequently tourists that made the small town buzz with life, for Westview’s small-town charm along with its infamous preservation of its older architecture and landscape was a sight that many of those from the more bustling areas of New Jersey enjoyed visiting.

Though Westview had a tightly-knit community and a steady flow of cheerful tourists, it was rather uncommon for the small town to get new people moving in, so when one of the new neighbours ended up working alongside Wanda, the two of you were rather eager to get to know them — a long-time married couple with two children who’d graduated from college and were now living elsewhere.

After about two weeks of scheduling between the four of you, dinner that had long been spoken about was finally happening at yours and Wanda’s.

You were looking forward to it, for Wanda spoke quite highly of the wife, who she described as an extremely kind and funny woman. You had spoken with her a few times too, but only by chance like under casual circumstances when you were bringing in groceries with Wanda and she was out gardening.

Additionally, Virginia, the wife, lived in Russia until she was eight, and though Wanda was Sokovian, the two were able to initially enjoy discussing their Slavic similarities in culture and dialect until they became closer, chatting casually about things from their spouses to Westview. Eventually, conversation led up to Wanda inviting Virginia and her husband, Vision, over for dinner.

You were looking forward to it, and though Wanda was looking forward to dinner with the neighbours too, she also enjoyed hosting and cooking, and so the kitchen was busy and smelling wonderfully for the last little while as you cooked together.

Mostly, it was Wanda who took the lead with cooking, but since being married, her talents had rubbed off on you; you could now dice onions at perhaps two-thirds of the speed she could, and Wanda also always says you’re good at cleaning up after her while she cooks.

But also, you really just loved doing things like this with her, when you could just talk about anything, just the two of you, while doing things you could only dream about when the two of you were still only dating, living in a place together that you could also only dream about back then.

You wrapped your arm around your wife’s waist once she slid the potato dauphinoise into the oven and shut it, pulling her into your body and kissing her forehead. “I love you,” you uttered into her warm skin.

She held your chin in her hand and angled your face to hers so she was able to kiss your lips. “I love you too,” she replied, smiling sweetly at you.

Your guests were five minutes early, perhaps to make a good impression, for they could have been exactly on time if they so preferred seeing as though they lived right next door.

It was you who opened the door as Wanda was finishing up a few things in the kitchen, ensuring the cheesecake you had made earlier was comfortably sitting in the fridge waiting until it was time to serve dessert.

Also, she thought it’d be a good impression for you to greet them first, since you’d yet to meet either of them officially.

Cheesecake was actually your signature greatest achievement in the kitchen aside from nearly — not nearly at all, really, but you like to boast — keeping up Wanda’s onion-chopping. You’d taken the cheesecake recipe from a cookbook, and it was Wanda who adjusted most of the measurements and changed some of the ingredients, but it was you who could make it perfectly.

Well, Wanda could make it perfectly too, and probably better, but she never tried; she liked the way you made it, and gave you recipe credit though it was her who really reconstructed it to be what it tasted like now. But she always says that it was you who found the original recipe, at the end of the day.

Not that any of that would matter to your guests, and maybe it might be a story told over dinner if the topic came up, but it mattered plenty to you and Wanda; you wanted to concoct a special dinner together, preparing dishes with special meaning. Though some of said meanings were not as profound in their history as the cheesecake’s, like how Wanda lathered the dinner rolls in butter a second time halfway through because you liked when the top of the rolls weren’t completely dry by the time they were finished baking.

In any case, the intention was to host a dinner that was friendly and warm, and so the dinner spread was selected with intention.

“Hi,” you greeted with a smile, waving a bit awkwardly for no reason at all before ushering them into the foyer and closing the front door behind them. “You must be Virginia — I’ve heard lots about you from Wanda.”

The woman, slightly taller than you and with smooth, soft looking dark hair that ended at the mid-way point of her slender neck, beamed at you as she stepped into the house, her husband following behind her. She took your hand with both of hers, warm fingers caressing your hand gently. “And you must be Y/N. I’ve also heard quite a bit about you from Wanda,” she said, eyes crinkling at their edges as she smiled.

She gestured to her husband, a clean-shaved blonde man with aviators, slightly shorter than his wife but still a bit taller than you. “This is my husband, Vision,” she introduced. “I don’t believe even Wanda’s yet met his acquaintance.”

It was when Vision shifted the lidded ceramic bowl into his other hand to free one in order to shake your hand that you realised he was carrying something. You shook his hand with a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said cordially and with a smile.

“Virginia!” Wanda cheerfully greeted as she walked into the foyer, hair fixed up and now without her cooking apron on. They exchanged a hug and Virginia kissed her cheek before introducing Wanda to her husband.

“Thank you for having us,” Virginia said appreciatively. “We’re both thrilled to finally get to know both of you better.”

Wanda replied, sharing a tenderness with Virginia within their met eyes, “You’re very welcome. Y/N and I have been looking forward to tonight all week.”

“Oh,” you interjected softly, realising Vision was still holding his ceramic bowl. “I’m so sorry, let me take this into the dining room for you.”

“In fact, I’ll also take the both of you into the dining room too,” Wanda added lightheartedly. “Let’s get out of the foyer. You can set your shoes down anywhere by the door, and the coat rack’s right here.”

Once wine had been poured and everyone’s plates were served the dinner you and Wanda had made together — pomegranate-brined chicken with white balsamic charred peach, potato dauphinoise, and a medley of some vegetables — you each sat at the dining room table, enjoying your dinner together.

There was conversation about how wonderfully everything tasted, and you were sure to credit Wanda with taking charge in the kitchen, allowing her to talk a little bit about how she prepared the meal and delving into details the couple asked her about, like how she had made the potato dauphinoise so creamy.

You began to truly enjoy their company for how much they were complimenting your wife.

Until there was Vision’s, You’re a gorgeous woman who can put together an equally as gorgeous dinner spread — Y/N’s hit the jackpot.

“Dinner couldn’t have been done without Y/N,” Wanda assured and then looked at you with a proud smile mostly meant for your eyes, but you weren’t paying as much attention to her as you were scrutinising Vision’s body language after his comment.

It wasn’t… inherently malicious.

But there was something implicative in his wording that made you slightly sceptical of him.

Perhaps in an attempt to… Well, you actually weren’t entirely sure what Virginia was attempting to do when she lightly corrected, “Both Y/N and Wanda have hit the jackpot finding each other. You two seem so perfect for each other. Not to mention, if I might be so blunt, you’re a rather attractive couple.”

Wanda laughed, but in the way she regarded Virginia’s expression for just an additional moment before looking back down to her plate to respond with something humble and bashful, you knew she was also curious about the other couple’s compliments.

“I moved the wine around!” you tried, intentionally poorly, to call after Wanda when conversation came around to discussing the different wines you had, resulting in Wanda leaving to go get one the opposite couple loved. “Sorry, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t believe I’ve yet told her how I reorganised down there.”

As you headed down the hallway, you inhaled and exhaled thoroughly to untie the uneasy kink in your stomach, sure to keep your shoulders still so your tenseness wasn’t obvious to your guests who could still see your back until you headed downstairs to where the wine was kept, for their comments hadn’t stopped since the first time.

Wanda looked over her shoulder at you when you descended the stairs and she straightened from looking around at the selection. “Baby, do we still have the Pinot Grigio they were asking about?” she asked, hands on her hips as she leaned back a bit and ran her eyes over the selection on the wall in front of her.

“Are they swingers or something?” you asked as you approached, placing a hand atop Wanda’s hand on her hip as you reached around her and took the white from the wall to her left.

“Oh, you moved them,” Wanda noted, thanking you when you handed it to her.

You stood beside her in front of the wine rack and repeated your question, looking up at the closed basement door before asking again. “Are they swingers?”

“What?” Wanda looked up from surveying the wine, looking confused. “What are swingers?”

Clarifying, you replied, “Couples who sleep with other couples.”

“Them?” she asked incredulously and laughed. You took that as a ‘no,’ then looked over at the basement door curiously as if you could see them through it, ruminating over their comments. Then Wanda was silent and unmoving and you looked at her as she was tapping her fingers against the glass of wine, seemingly in deep thought of her own. “Well… Come to think of it…”

“Wanda!” you hissed. “You invited swingers over to our place for dinner!”

“I didn’t know!” she answered. “I just thought… Virginia talks about her sex life often and I suppose there are some times that she’s alluded to… to swinging about with other couples—”

“It sounds weird when you use that term like that — just say sleeping with,” you interrupted.

Your wife gave you a look and you cracked a tiny amused smile before she continued. “Anyway, yes, I suppose they’re swingers. I didn’t know!”

With your arms crossed, you tapped your fingers against your upper arm in thought, and Wanda supposed you were thinking of how to converse with them now that you both knew they were swingers. But instead you asked hesitantly, meeting Wanda’s eyes, “Are you… interested in that?”

Wanda scoffed. “Y/N, no. Don’t be ridiculous,” she replied. You surveyed her face for a moment longer and she fully turned her body to face you. “You really think I want to sleep with other couples?”

“No, I don’t, but we’ve never had the conversation before, so it’s possible that you’ve had it on your mind before, even in passing.”

She assured, “I do not want to sleep with anyone else but you.” It was almost funny to hear those words come out of her if you thought about it with no context, but context given, it was really a relief to you. “I’m entirely satisfied with only us, and the thought of being with anyone else disturbs me greatly. I’m not offended that you asked just to make sure, but the idea of being with another couple, or anyone but you, has never been anything that I’ve entertained. Y/N, I didn’t even know what swinging was until a moment ago.”

“Okay?” she checked in, her voice soft, letting her other hand with the wine hang by her hip while she stepped towards you and cupped your cheek with a warm hand. “I really didn’t know — and not even subconsciously, if you’re thinking that.”

“Okay,” you confirmed and smiled at her, causing Wanda to smile at you in response. She leaned forward and kissed you.

When she pulled away, she met your eyes and your chest warmed when Wanda’s smile crinkled the sides of her eyes. Her thumb rubbed against your chin adoringly. “I’m unsure how we ought to go about signalling a lack of interest in having sex with them,” she told you.

“Just a lack of reciprocation, maybe?” you suggested, and at that, you perked up at the recollection of their commentary that you now knew was flirtatious. “Wanda, if Vision calls you gorgeous one more time, I’ll fuck you over the dining table monogamously in front of them — I’m serious. It’s driving me crazy. He’s right, but to know they’re both just thinking of how much more gorgeous you’d be if we were all having sex is rather startling.”

It wasn’t that they weren’t making subtle passes at you too, but since Wanda was far more communicative and talkative, it was natural that their efforts to become closer circulated your wife far more than it did you.

Wanda laughed and pushed at your shoulder playfully, her head thrown back slightly. “You’re such a freak,” she said. She took your hand and you headed out of the basement together. “It’s okay. Now that we’ve spoken about it together, I’m sure it’ll be much less awkward since we know they’re swingers. It likely won’t be a problem until they bring it up, and then we can clarify that we’re not interested.”

The plan was more than simple, but it failed to consider how agitated you were becoming, little comments now seeming much larger now that their intentions were clarified between you and your wife.

It was things from Virginia noting how you seemed to be the one to ‘take charge’ in the marriage, to asking outright how often the two of you had sex, about children and the possibility of them, and plenty of other things that were likely of no consequence but seemed irritating to you because you were simply irritated.

Mostly, it was Virginia’s comments that were permitted to be slightly more vulgar as it was she who asked about yours and Wanda’s sex life, for she was now more than only work friends with your wife, and she’d shared much about her own intimate tendencies with Vision before.

The conversations about sex weren’t crude, and mostly they were merely jokes, but knowing the intentionality behind them now made them far more than that.

But it was about more than references to sex; there were comments made about how both you and Wanda were such a perfect couple, how well you worked together and how kind you were — observations upon observations about how you and Wanda were within your marriage.

It seemed they had standards, at least.

And truly, Virginia and Vision were kind people and you would thoroughly enjoy having them as neighbours as soon as it was made clear that you and Wanda weren’t interested in sleeping with them.

What irritated you wasn’t necessarily all about them and their commentary, for they knew not that you and Wanda weren’t interested, and anyways, if Virginia had been alluding to being a swinger along with her husband on several occasions, this dinner might very well be interpreted by them as interest.

So you didn’t necessarily dislike them.

It was all true that you and Wanda made a wonderful pair and that Wanda was gentle and so generous, and that she was beautiful and all the things that had been said about her tonight.

She was very funny too when she wanted to be, and had great taste in movies and all her clothes always sat so well on her shoulders, and her hair was always so soft and the crook of her neck was always very warm, and her fingers were gentle and curious when she had them wrapped around you, and she was so delicate when she slept, and her elbows were a nice shape, though you don’t think you ever told her what you thought about her elbows — all this Virginia and Vision didn’t know, but for whatever reason, you thought so much about it all.

And for another inexplicable reason, it was rather related to how irritated you were.

“Y/N and I have been married for two and a half-ish years now,” Wanda said in response to a question you weren’t listening to, placing her hand on your thigh. You looked over at her and she smiled at you sweetly.

You’d only said a few things in the last few minutes, little comments and visible reactions to show that you were engaged in the conversation, but nothing majorly contributory. You looked to the side in brief thought then said, “Two years and… seven months.”

With a second more to think, you also added, “Three days.”

Wanda thought that was funny, but also sweet, and her smile widened, perking up her ears slightly as her smile grew. She squeezed your knee and pulled her hand away to take a sip of wine. “Indeed — two years, eight months, and three days.”

“If we feel so inclined to place trust in my math,” you joked modestly.

You watched as Wanda conversed further with your guests, watching the way she laughed and how she looked over at you often to see your reactions to things or to just make eye contact with you. Specifically, you liked when she looked at you while she was laughing to see if you were also laughing, to share in that joy with you.

As you watched your wife between sips of wine, there was a rupture of adrenaline that came over you. All that you’d been thinking of about Wanda wasn’t some abstract concept about some idea of Wanda — they were all about the woman you loved, the woman who loved you, the woman you were married to.

The woman who was yours, and who’d only ever be yours, as you were hers.

The thought warmed you and made you feel delighted, but your cheeks felt warm and the wine warmed your throat and chest in such a pleasant way, and suddenly, you needed Wanda then and there like you knew you had her.

“Are we all ready for dessert?” Wanda asked, looking around at the table to see everyone’s plates empty with their silverware to the side.

When Vision confirmed for both himself and Virginia, Wanda said, “Y/N’s made a wonderful cheesecake for the occasion. She can be quite the chef.” Her praise made you feel a bit bashful and you smiled at her gratefully.

Virginia expressed excitement for dessert while you and Wanda collected the empty plates to bring to the kitchen, letting them know it’d be a few minutes.

You followed behind Wanda as she headed down the hallway and into the kitchen. Dishes were thoroughly emptied and rinsed before being placed into the sink while Wanda carefully took the cheesecake out of the fridge.

“Can you take this?” she asked, holding the cake out to you. You took it from her and placed it on the island counter at the centre of the kitchen. “I think I’ll slice some fresh fruit and arrange it nicely on top. I didn’t want to do it before it was served or it wouldn’t be fresh.”

You were listening, but not quite taking in what she was saying. You watched her closely as she took out some fruits and honey from the fridge and brought it to the counter before taking out the cutting board. She tucked loose hair behind her ears and pushed her sleeves up.

Her neck was exposed and you felt the urge to smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her skin against the tip of your nose.

You stepped forward so your pelvis was pressed against her hip, an arm wrapped around her waist as you pulled her close and ducked your head beyond the strands of her hair, burying your nose in her neck. She tipped her head to the side, allowing you room to kiss up her neck.

You felt the vibrations of her laugh against your lips.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I need you,” you answered briefly, using your other hand to tug her sleeve down slightly and expose some of her shoulder so you could kiss there too. There was no response from her aside from a soft hum, and you knew it had been on her mind too. “Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it; all their implications have made me think of you all night.”

“And that constitutes you needing me now?” she asked, turning her head to look down at your face along the slope of your nose and forehead seeing as your face was still half-buried within the crook of her neck. “I would have thought you’d be too busy brooding.”

She was trying half-heartedly to taper your desire, but the soft inflection in her voice told you she’d certainly felt the same thrum you’d been feeling too.

“I was busy with far more important things.” You wrapped your fingers around her wrist carefully and led her hand down to between your hips, and in spite of her hesitation, Wanda’s fingers wrapped delicately around you through your pants. Your hips immediately bucked into her hand.

Wanda inhaled sharply then sighed at the feeling of you. “Y/N…” Your name trembled on her lips. You watched as she swallowed, eyes flickering up at the hallway in front of you both. Her jaw tensed and she looked back down, fingers twitching as she internally fought against her most rational objections.

She bit the inside of her cheek before her hand moved, unbuttoning your pants then unzipping. She met your eyes, her hand pausing momentarily, perhaps wishing you might change your mind suddenly and stop her before she was unable to stop herself. But you said nothing, only meeting her eyes with stubborn conviction.

Your gaze made her cheeks flush a soft pink and Wanda shifted in her spot, pushing her own hips against the edge of the island counter, no doubt feeling her own desire growing. She looked down and tucked her hand past the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down along with your pants until your cock was free.

“I’ve been thinking about having your lips around my cock,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the lobe of her ear. “About the way you groan when I pull out just enough so you can taste the way you make me feel against your tongue before I fuck myself down your throat. I thought about how beautiful your pussy looks when I lay you down and spread your cunt open. I thought about you.”

Her breathing became heavy at the sight of your arousal, seeing how you twitched as you spoke about her. Her hand wrapped around you, her thumb brushing gently over your sensitive tip and eliciting a soft grunt from you.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you cursed from beyond clenched teeth. Your hips twitched forward into her hand and Wanda didn’t wait a moment before giving you the friction you wanted, her hand jerking around you and repressing a moan of her own as she felt you throb and twitch in the warm confines of her palm.

Your arm wrapped around her waist advanced upwards, pulling up some of her shirt and exposing some of her lower stomach as your hand groped at Wanda’s clothed breast.

She let out a soft moan and you watched as she squeezed her thighs together and further pressed her pelvis into the kitchen counter in desperation. Her hand gained speed, ensuring to graze around your tip each time her hand continued its rhythm around you. Her head rested on your shoulder as she watched the way she touched you, watched the way you let her touch you, her breaths shaky as she felt her own desire climb.

But how could you deny your wife mutual pleasure?

You moved the cutting board to the side and Wanda watched as you readjusted things.

“Y/N, don’t,” she protested quietly. “We can’t.”

Ignoring her, you moved from her side, her hand releasing from around you as you placed your hands on her hips and pressed her against the counter.

You unbuttoned her pants and watched over Wanda’s shoulder as she watched your hands, her chest rising and falling, gripping the edge of the counter. She was so warm against your body and her perfume smelled so nice.

You pulled her pants down along with her underwear, allowing you to press your cock against her perfect ass.

Wanda exhaled a deep, trembling sigh and she leaned forward against the counter. “Y/N,” she weakly protested again, reaching back and trying to swat your hand away.

Impatient about wanting her to give up her hesitation, you pulled her pants down further below her ass and slotted yourself between her thighs, parting her wet cunt with your dick and brushing your tip against her clit.

Her head fell back against your shoulder and you felt her thighs squeeze together ever so slightly, nudging you up against her clit.

“We can’t?” you asked.

“They’ll…” Wanda braced herself again and straightened her back, knuckles turning white as she pressed the pads of her fingers into the underside of the counter. “They’re in the other room. We’d have to…”

“Be quick?”

She nodded.

“I can be quick,” you told her. You kissed the corner of her jaw, the hollow part behind her earlobe. “You know I can be quick.”

Your hand slid down her stomach, the heel of your hand brushing against the space between her hips before your fingers found her clit. Carefully, you brushed them against her, feeling the way she twitched her ass back against you, subtly rubbing herself against your cock that was still throbbing between her thighs.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

Wanda looked over her shoulder at you. “What?” she asked. “I thought you wanted–”

“But you were so adamant that we couldn’t. Now, I’m not so convinced myself,” you said. “You’ll have to beg me.”

“Y/N, please,” she whispered impatiently.

You gave a quick pinch to her clit and Wanda repressed a yelp as her body jolted against yours. “That’s not how you beg, baby.”

Wanda urged, “We don’t have time.”

“Make time.”

Impatient, you spanked Wanda’s ass lightly and took a handful of the soft flesh, eliciting a sharp inhale from your wife before she sighed out, “Oh, Y/N…”

She reached back, parting from your hips to make enough room for her hand. She wrapped her hand around your cock and stroked it slowly, bending herself over the counter and presenting herself to you obediently.

“Please, daddy,” she begged. “I want you inside me. I want… I want you. Please. I need you.”

You watched as her desperate hand continued to pleasure you, watched as her back arched as she bent over the counter. You pushed her shirt up her back, eyes running up the delicate curve of her spine and feeling with your palm the smoothness of her soft skin.

“Are you… Are you going to?” Wanda asked nervously, fully aware of the fact that you had every liberty to pull away and forget all about wanting to fuck her right there and then. She wasn’t exactly meeting your eyes, not that she could at the angle she was looking back over her shoulder at you, but she wasn’t exactly trying to either, for the possibility of you leaving her all desperate and unfucked was all too real.

You hummed in what sounded like consideration, but really, you were just running your eyes down the curve of Wanda’s lower back and the perfect swells of her ass, watching the way she continued to hesitantly stroke you, desperate to please and desperate to have you inside of her.

“How could I deny you, Wanda?” you finally answered, and you saw your wife flush from beyond her mess of loose strands, looking away and at the hallway ahead that led to the dining room.

“We really have to be quick,” she reminded, letting go of you but not without brushing her thumb over your tip again.

A hand came to her upper back and flattened her against the kitchen counter, a soft grunt leaving Wanda as was pressed down against the marble. “You really overestimate yourself if you really think it’ll take very long to get you to come,” you mocked, hands hooking under her hips and around her upper thighs, arching her back further and sticking her ass up.

At the sight of her cunt, you groaned and parted her sticky mess with your thumb and middle finger, brushing your index finger down across her clit. You ran your thumb across her hole, dipping ever so carefully into her before removing your hand to position yourself against her opening.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” you said, “how embarrassed and shy you were every time they mentioned sex or asked about our sex life. Trust me, there were dozens of other things running through my head, but one in particular.”

Wanda gripped at the edge of the counter, taking in a breath as she felt you prod at her opening with your tip, dipping in just enough for her to feel the stretch of your cock sliding into her. “What… What was it?” she asked quietly.

“I wondered why you felt such an urge to act so embarrassed talking about sex when you know what a fucking slut you are,” you gritted out before your hands tightened around her thighs below her hips and pulled her ass back against you so your cock slid into her with a single thrust.

You leaned forward to grunt against her shoulder, muffling your noises and letting your wife know how good she felt. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good around my dick, angel,” you groaned. “Sweet innocent girls wouldn’t be able to take cock like this, Wanda. You put up a front when you’re with them, but you know how much you love getting your pussy fucked raw by daddy. Isn’t that right?”

Wanda shut her eyes tightly, her moans and yelps being only partially-swallowed as she tried to keep them from escaping past her lips, though it become increasingly difficult as you began thrusting forward, trapping her between the kitchen counter and your hips and forcing her to withstand the entire impact of your brutal fucking.

“Th-That’s right…” she conceded.

“I know it is,” you agreed. “I know it is, because it’s fucking filthy. You’re a filthy slut, baby. You can hear it, can’t you?” You reached down to rub your fingers against your wife’s clit. “You can feel how much it turns you on that you’re all daddy’s, that daddy can fuck you whenever she wants because she owns you.”

Your forehead laid against her shoulder and Wanda reached up to cradle the back of your head with her hand, interlacing her fingers with your hair.

“That’s right. Fucking take it,” you grunted into her ear, feeling yourself growing closer each time Wanda’s walls squeezed around you, listening to her delicate high-pitched yelps every time you pinched her clit or thrusted into her so hard her ass stung with the way your skin slapped against hers.

Her hips were beginning to become sore with the way they were pressed against the edge of the counter.

“Do any of you need help in there?” Virginia called from the dining room, audibly beginning to head down the hallway to the kitchen.

“A-Ah, no!” Wanda called back, her attempts at repressing her moans making her response come out slightly more aggressive than she’d wished. “Please don’t! We’re almost finished. Just…” Her head hung as she quickly ran out of excuses, but she couldn’t bring herself to push you away — not when she was so, so close.

Not when you felt this good inside of her, holding her so close against you.

You felt so good with your arms around her.

You took a handful of Wanda’s ass as you shoved her further down against the counter so she was being soundlessly fucked from behind as her hair gradually became undone, her shirt riding up to expose that beautiful curve of her spine that you loved.

“Wanda’s a bit of a perfectionist with decorating the cake,” you added, digging your nails into her malleable flesh and watching as smooth ivory tinted into a flushed red. “She wants it to be a surprise!”

“I promise we’re… we’re nearly finished!” Wanda called back, slightly breathless, before quickly burying her face into her arms and muffling herself.

Virginia gave in, saying something about having the both of you promise not to work too hard because both she and Vision would love the cake anyways. But neither of you paid much attention once you heard her walking back down to the dining room.

“You feel so good inside of me, daddy,” Wanda whimpered into her arms. “Please come inside. I want to feel you. I wanna feel how warm you are.”

Being degraded always turned Wanda on, but it was being praised that made her come; you loved how your wife was so sensitive to sweet things like that.

So you lifted her from the counter with your arm wrapped around her waist so her arms were taut with her hands gripping the edge of the counter again. From here, you were pressed against her with access to whisper into her ear.

“You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you, sweetheart?” you complimented against her cheek, pressing a kiss there and running your hand beneath the confines of her shirt. “All nervous and hesitant to let daddy make you feel good at first, but you knew better later, didn’t you? You know that I know what’s best for you, honey.”

Wanda nodded fervently. “Yes, I…”

Your hand pulled Wanda’s bra to the side and you kneaded her breast with your hand, feeling the way her nipple hardened against your palm before moving to the other and pinching her other nipple between your thumb and forefinger. “Oh, I know,” you cooed when she leaned back against you with a prolonged, quiet moan. “My princess, you’re such a good girl.”

“Why don’t you listen to what a good girl you are, hm?” you asked, moving both your hands down to grip her hips again and pulling her against you. You watched in detail as you pulled out of her, her glistening pussy wrapped around your cock, before you thrusted back in, your obedient wife taking every inch.

Both of you listened to how her cunt sounded around your dick, her slick coating you as you throbbed inside of her, her tight walls squeezing you in just the right way, feeling the way the pressure from her walls gripped around your tip when you pulled out at just the right length.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good,” you groaned, leaning back so you could watch the way her ass looked when you rutted your hips against her. Unable to help yourself in spite of the noise you knew it might make, you delivered a spank to the side of Wanda’s ass.

You then wrapped your arm around Wanda’s waist again, your other hand moving up to cup the side of her cheek and turn her head around so you could kiss her lips. “Come on, angel, fuck yourself on daddy’s cock. Let me see how badly you wanna come on my dick.”

Wanda obediently began moving, arching her back to allow herself leverage to fuck herself back against you, listening to how her ass slapped back against your hips.

“That’s good, baby. You’re so beautiful,” you breathed out against her neck, kissing the warm expanse as you listened to Wanda whimper and try to hold herself together until you gave her permission to come. Your hand groped her breast again. “You’re so needy for daddy’s cock, hm? You’re making such a fucking mess, Wanda.”

“Y/N…” Wanda whispered, her arm reaching back to grab at the edge of your shirt. “Please let me come. Please.” You kept your chest pressed against her upper back, allowing her to meet your eyes when she turned her head to plead.

“Come all over daddy’s cock, baby, come on,” you permitted. “I love to see you all desperate for me. Let me see you come, Wanda.”

Wanda ground her ass back against your hips, burying your cock deep within her pussy as she came around you, walls gripping at your twitching cock. You felt her pulsate around you as she grasped desperately behind her, searching for your hand.

You interlaced your fingers with hers and kissed her lips as you came to your own hilt, emptying yourself inside of her and letting her feel your warm cum fill her up to the brim until you could feel yourself dripping out from the sides of her cunt.

Weakly, you continued thrusting into her, fucking your cum deep inside of her as Wanda whimpered, sensitive and still pulsing around you as she felt your sticky warmth shoot up inside of her.

“Oh… I love when you come inside of me, Y/N,” she breathed out, satisfied and tired as she let go of your hand and used both to balance herself against the counter as she slumped forward.

You grinned at her and kissed the back of her neck as you pulled her underwear up first, giving her sensitive cunt a quick swipe through her panties, telling her to keep your cum in for as long as she could. Then you did her pants back up and did the same for yourself.

The rest of the cheesecake decorating went relatively fast after Wanda quickly cleaned herself up in her kitchen window reflection.

Actually, neither of you had ever decorated a cheesecake so fast considering you decided to go a bit overboard with some whipped cream to make up for how long you both took — it would’ve made far more sense to come out with a more intricately decorated cake. It was a decently-sized cake, just enough for four people to enjoy, so it didn’t take as long as it would’ve if it were sized regularly.

“Oh, we were so worried you might’ve needed help with the dessert,” Virginia said the moment the both of you stepped into the dining room, Wanda with the cake in hand and you with the plates and silverware.

“We’re so sorry,” Wanda apologised. “One of us set the cake lopsided in the fridge and it came out a bit kooky, so we had to reshape it and all. And then the organising of the fruit and—” She waved her hand dismissively as she set the cake down. “Well, it’s all finished now.”

You set the plates down for everyone along with their respective knives and forks. “We hope you didn’t have to wait too long,” you told them apologetically.

Aside from how your initial impression as a couple spiked Virginia and Vision’s interest in wanting to sleep with both you and Wanda, the meal thus far must’ve paid off, for they really didn’t seem irritated at all after waiting for dessert.

And they did end up enjoying the cake too.

Except for Wanda, however, who seemed to be rather distracted with something else. You watched as she kept readjusting herself in her seat, her thighs squeezing together every so often and taking sips of her wine just to fidget with the handle of the glass.

You were rather eager to fuck your wife in the bedroom too after dinner, but before that, to see how much of your cum had leaked out of her.

By the looks of it, she had failed to hold much of it in.

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