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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 months

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Fate's Plans (Wanda Maximoff X Male!Reader)

Characters: Wanda Maximoff X Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers (Takes place sometime after AOU)

Warnings: Pregnancy, vague mentions of birth, bit of swearing

Could you write Wanda x male!reader, it’s just fluff really if that’s ok. Wanda and the reader find out they’re pregnant and the fic’s about their time throughout the pregnancy and after their child is born. Maybe the reader kinda freaks out a bit and Wanda finds it really funny/cute.

There were a lot of people who believed that finding true love was an act of fate. If it happened to you, you’d know immediately, and it would become a story to tell your kids and grandkids beside the person you were destined to grow old with. Wanda was one of those people. She believed with all her whole heart that her parents' meeting was fate, even if it meant that they would die young, leaving behind her and Pietro. However, she also believed that this fate wasn’t ever going to happen to her. Life was too cruel- why would life beat her down so hard so far just to throw her a bone now? And she was okay with that. She believed this so hard, that it actually took her a while to realise that she was wrong. Fate did have other plans for her, and the love of her life was already with her.

Wanda only realised it was you, was when she watched you excitedly calling her name repeatedly, getting a little quieter as you got close and closer, beaming as you proceeded to hand her a cloth bag that fit in her hand, and watched excitedly as she opened it, finding several stones, shells and even sea glass, and you went on to explain that on your PTO (Because you’d gotten injured on a mission and should have been resting) you’d gone to the coast with some family and gathered some trinkets because you thought she’d like it. She didn’t like it. She loved it, and she loved that you had thought of her and did this. That’s why immediately after, she asked you to dinner, and your eyes widened, not expecting that, before stuttering out an acceptance.

She was surprised it took her so long for herself to realise how special you were. You were an agent of SHIELD, and had been for two years, starting just a year after Wanda became an Avenger. Being young, and a rookie, you got a lot of teasing, especially from people like Clint and Tony, but you took it all in your stride and with a smile. You were always kind, eager to help, which on first appearance made you appear a bit of an airhead or gullible, but oh boy, was that wrong- Tony learnt that the hard way, when he tried to prank you by putting you in charge of checking over his security software for any faults, bugs, or cyber attacks, him already having it planned out for you to be overwhelmed and for FRIDAY to mimic an actual attack to scare you, only for you to handle it, and actually catch a bug in the system. All of which you announced to Tony in front of several other Avengers, including Wanda. Not long after, you ended up being assigned on a mission with Natasha, Clint and Steve, and come back with the three gobsmacked, and then tell a story of you being the most competent and well trained agent any of them had actually worked with. That kind of complimentary talk really boosts you up the ranks, it turns out, and soon Wanda was able to see it first hand.

But out of missions, you were that kind, slightly silly person. You always asked about her day, complimented her on her recent mission, and eventually, you began giving gifts- getting her coffee in the morning, then also a bit of breakfast, then snacks, and eventually your gifts moved from food and drinks to finding DVDs of obscure movies she mentioned wanting to watch again, or fixing things for her in your down time. Your sewing skills on her cardigans and skirts were far from professional, but they worked as intended, and it was a lovely gesture. Wanda practically slapped herself when she realised these were your ways of trying to show you liked her.

As soon as you two actually started dating, everything just clicked. Your acts of love and affection didn’t slow down at all, except now the coffee and breakfast was something you grabbed together, you kept her favourite snacks at yours for when she came over, and she did the same for you, and dates between you was basically anytime you two got to be alone together- which was whenever you two had time after work, or after a mission, where you two just cuddled and relaxed after it all. The only real problem was the part where you two would be at work and be teased by your team for being kids in love, but it was all in good fun. The team was fully supportive. They saw how happy you made Wanda, and how well you two clicked. It was worth the aww’s and teasing whenever you told each other you loved each other or shared a look across a room. This did get a little better though when you two actually moved in together a year and half into your relationship, though now the team would regularly question when you two were gonna get married already.

Imagine the team's surprise when Wanda announced that she was going on desk work for the next few months- because you two were having a baby.

“You know, there’s still time for a shotgun wedding.” Tony commented, walking past Wanda as she was sitting reading a mission report, also enjoying some baby carrots, the bowl balanced on her belly that had grown a lot the last few months.

“Not happening Tony. Knowing my luck, I’ll go into labour while saying my vows.” She commented, not looking up.

“You don’t even have to walk down an aisle or anything- we get you a white dress, get Y/N in a suit- can’t Captains officiate weddings? I own boats, that counts, right?” Tony questioned.

“Tony, we know you just want another party. I have no clue how you’re still functioning after what you pulled at the baby shower.” Natasha commented, coming in the room to give Wanda new forms, before taking the ones from her. “Now leave her alone, before I tell Clint.” She warned. Tony raised his hands in surrender, before leaving the room. “Now you.”

“I haven’t done anything.” Wanda defended.

“Other than you’re supposed to be working from home? You’re due any day now.” Natasha pointed out.

“Exactly- Y/N got dragged off to that mission the other day and isn’t back yet- if I go into labour at home, I’m by myself.” She pointed out.

“And if Y/N finds out you’re not following doctor’s orders, he’s gonna be irate.” She pointed out. Wanda knew she was right. Ever since Wanda had shown you the test results, you somehow became even more affectionate, even more loving, but also now protective. You always tried to not be overbearing on her and get on her nerves- she was the one actually going through it after all. You made sure her snack stash, which adjusted to her cravings, was always well stocked. As the pregnancy progressed, you switched chores- her doing any that she could do with minimal moving or while sat on a stool, and you did anything that would cause her any back pain. You set the nursery up together, you doing the painting, and Wanda put together most of the furniture, not having to do any heavy lifting thanks to her powers, though every few weeks you could come home to the nursery reorganised because she wasn’t happy about some aspects of it- the cot too far away from the door, the chair too far away from the cot, the cot and chair are too close together. Eventually she settled on a layout.

When Wanda entered her 3rd Trimester, was when you became a true worrier. If she showed any discomfort, you were by her side to try and help, and with every day closer to the due date, Wanda could tell you were getting more anxious- she blamed all the books and research you did pretty early on in her pregnancy, which led you down a rabbit hole about risks and worst case scenarios, though you didn’t want to talk about it with her- as to not worry her. That stress really showed when you found out about your current mission, and Wanda saw you actually raise your voice at Fury for sending you on it, knowing the situation. In the end, Fury could not reassign who was on the mission, but he did extend your leave after the baby’s birth by 2 months. Wanda promised to keep the baby in till you came back, and Natasha, Clint and Bruce promised to look after Wanda and also to keep Tony on a leash.

“Have you heard anything from them on how the mission’s going?” Wanda inquired, trying to change the subject.

“Got a vague text from Steve saying ‘nearly done’ early this morning, but other than that, nothing, but knowing how effective Steve, Thor and Y/N work together, I’m expecting them back tonight.” She told Wanda. “In other words, you have until tonight to get home, or I'm telling.”

“I can handle Y/N being a little annoyed at me being here- I want to see him as soon as he gets back, not a second longer.” Wanda decided, resting her head back in her chair. Natasha felt a buzz in her pocket, pulling her phone out, before grinning and putting it away.

“Well better get moving- they’re already landing.”

You were exhausted from the mission, but eager to get off the jet and get to Wanda. You didn’t like the idea on her being alone, both in the day and at night while due any moment- you heard a lot of labours start at night, and you’d had a nightmare while on your mission of Wanda waking up in the middle of the night with contractions, no one answering her calls because they were asleep, and an ambulance not getting to her for hours. You didn’t want that, so the best spot for you was by her side.

As soon as Steve landed the plane, you were off it, stripping off harnesses, belts and gear as you walked, rushing inside the building for the quicked debrief which you planned to mostly consist of ‘I’ll do the paperwork later’ talk, only to spot Wanda shuffling towards you, right beside Natasha, who sent an apologetic smile. You dumped your gear on the spot and ran to her. “You okay? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” You fussed, taking Wanda in your arms, seeing her face for any discomfort- any sign she was having contractions or in labour- but she just smiled back at you.

“Figured me being here meant having people around, so even if I went into labour, I wouldn’t be alone.” She pointed out. You sighed, your shoulders relaxing, the comment actually soothing that horrible thought that had been haunting your dreams. It was almost like-

“Have you been reading my mind again?” You asked her.

“Only when your thoughts are so loud, I can hear them without telepathy. You worry too much, my love.” She told you, resting her hand on your cheek.

“And now that you’re home- go take her home before we have to have Bruce deliver your kid- I’m not sure if Bruce could handle that stress. I’ll handle the debrief and Fury. Enjoy your last few days of peace for the next few years.” Steve commented as he walked past you both. You jokingly saluted him, and did as told.

As soon as you got home, got Wanda settled and got the chores done that needed to be done, you joined your girlfriend in your bed, putting on one of the old DvDs of an old sitcom Wanda loved that she got you addicted to as well. “Tony giving you any trouble?” You asked.

“Other than wanting us to have a shotgun wedding so he can get as wasted as he did at our baby shower? No… how did he even get that drunk?” Wanda asked.

“If I had to guess… Thor and his flask of Asguardian alcohol. But then again I wouldn’t put it past him to figure out where we ordered our chocolates and got alcohol laced ones and ate them all to himself… can you imagine him getting drunk at our daughter’s Christmas Nativity? Or her toddler ballet classes?” You humoured, making Wanda laugh.

“Oh, I think you mean our son’s Christmas Nativity and his toddler ballet classes. This, is a boy.” She said, tapping her stomach.

“Hmmm, I still think for a girl, little Wanda Jr.” You told her, leaning over to kiss her bump.

“If it is a girl, we are not calling her Wanda Jr.” She grinned, and you hummed. “You sure you’re okay with Pietro for a boy?” She asked.

“Of course I am. Has been since we talked about it 6 months ago. Hell if it is a girl, we can have Petra, or something.” You suggested, wrapping an arm around her. “I wish I could have met him. I bet he would have been the best uncle… and also he’d join Tony in the shotgun wedding idea.” You commented, making her chuckle.

“Yeah, he would… I think he’d love you though, he’d want us to marry just to gain you as a brother.” She added. “Anyway, one episode, then bed, I’m tired from looking at paper all day, and don’t lie to me about being tired yourself.” She told you. You agreed to that, but ended up falling asleep not even half way through.

However, you did wake up to Wanda shaking your arm. “Hmm? Yeah? Need water? The bathroom?” You asked on autopilot, before you became more aware of your surroundings, realising Wanda was already out of bed… a bed, that was wet.

“Get dressed and take me to the hospital- my water broke.” She told you, keeping her voice low as she brushed her hair out before clipping it back. You stared at her, processing her words, before it clicked. Hospital. Water. Broke. Labour. Baby. Now.

“Oh fuck we’re doing this!” You announced, jumping out of bed, rushing to grab clothes from your drawers to get dressed, while Wanda watched you, happy in her pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown as you hurried to get half decent, before grabbing her to-go bag from the chair in the corner, taking her by the arm and escorting outside to drive her to the hospital. “Let me know when you feel a contraction- have you felt any yet? Have you timed them? Your water breaking means it’s gonna speed up.” You requested as you drove.

“Had a few in bed- thought they were braxton hicks, but then my water broke, so I woke you up. I wasn’t timing them, but I will now- hold on.” She said, her voice becoming strained as she grabbed the door and your arm, and you pulled over and looked at her. “No, drive! Contraction!” She ordered.

“Oh! Right, sorry!” You apologised, taking off again. Wanda already knew this was going to be an experience, and a story to tell later with you right there.

Boy was she right. From getting there, to getting her checked into the maternity ward, all attempts to hold back on being dramatically worried was forgotten. At all times, you had some sort of contact with Wanda, whether that was holding her as she walked around, letting her squeeze your hand through contractions, rubbing her back to help with pains, or hugging her and telling her she was doing amazing, you were there. You were there every step of the way, all attention on her, checking in on her, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be, and being a rock. You made the whole thing go as smoothly as they could, and Wanda was thankful for that. She wasn’t sure she could do it without you. But eventually, it was over, and she had her baby in her arms. She looked over at you, sat beside her, arms leant on the siderails, looking at your daughter, mesmerized, before looking up at Wanda. “She’s so small.” You whispered, making her smile.

“Get over here and hold her, you dork.” She told you, shuffling over as much as she could so you could partially lay with her, taking your daughter in your arms, and looking down at her, before once again turning to Wanda, this time kissing her head.

“My girls. My beautiful girls, my whole world.” You told her, and she smiled, resting her head on you as you got comfortable with your baby, who was sound asleep in your arms, like she’d been the one doing all the hard work. “I knew you were a girl. Dreamt about it all the time- my little girl who looks just like her beautiful mom.” You told the baby in your arms.

“So, what are we naming her? And don’t say Wanda Jr.” She questioned.

“Thought we already agreed? Petra, right? Unless you want that as a first name, in which case, we could do what Clint did for you and name her after him. What’s the female version of Clint? Clinton?... Cli-”

“Don’t finish that thought, you’re too sleep deprived. Petra’s fine.” She told you, already seeing where exactly you were going, even if you didn’t. “Anyway, you should probably go tell the others- let Tony know a shotgun wedding is no longer an option but he can throw a party anyway.” She told you.

“Alright, I can do that. Want me to put our baby down to sleep so you can get some rest? I’ll make sure they don’t come around till late morning.” You told her, kissing her head as she nodded, and you put Petra in her cot beside Wanda.

“And as soon as you’re done, get back here, I want more hugs, even if it’s cramped.” She told you, getting a playful salute like how you had done to Steve earlier, before you grabbed your phone to step out and share the good news. Wanda rolled onto her side to look at her daughter, reaching out to put her arm into her cot, running a finger across her cheek.

Hope you like it! I wrote this in about 2-3 hours in one sitting so if there's mistakes please let me know. If you have any questions, please send them in!

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skylarinfinity · 10 months

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wanda: [look at her media social and see people keep shipping her with other avengers] can we stop shipping real people? like can we just not do that anymore.

m/n: [who clearly don't understand internet word's] last time i checked that human trafficking it's still illegal.

wanda: what- no, not that-

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

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marvels-bitch-boy · 10 months

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☃️ Request Version 2

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: this took me a while to finish and this is my first attempt at anything spicy. Let me know how to improve it!

Masterlist , Version 2

Jesus Christ of all the people you could have fallen for you thought it was a good idea to fall for your best friend? Wanda Maximoff is literally the sweetest and most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Anytime the two of you hang out there’s this tension that you swear is there, she sits close to you, at parties she doesn’t leave your side, when a girl hits on you she is the first to intervene and rescue you. It’s like she knows you hate being without her. The last two months though the entire team doesn’t seem to have caught the memo that she wasn’t interested in dating. She’s had to reject 10 guys so far that everyone brings to dinners or parties. At this point, it was starting to annoy you because there wasn’t an event that you could enjoy without some creep hitting on her. A few times she had you pretend to be her boyfriend to scare them off. Those were times when you felt like there might be a chance between the two of you. Like there was a world where you were one of the guys that got set up with her. The chance to show her what she deserves from a guy. The only problem with that is the whole team completely forgets about you when they make those decisions, and you don’t want to ruin any of the great parts of your friendship.

You were sitting with Wanda on the couch in the common room watching an old black and white movie you had been begging her to watch with you. One Two Three was the name of it and as soon as you said it was your favourite movie she couldn’t have agreed faster. She sat next to you as she always did but it felt different. It was most likely just you because she seemed as comfortable as ever. You looked down and saw her eyes light up from the action happening on the screen in front of you. The sight made this movie even better, the joy it brought her seemed to solidify its spot in your heart. You smiled as she laughed and commented on the ridiculousness of the film. When the “itsy bitsy polka dot bikini” song began to play you enthusiastically jumped up and began to dance. This made her laugh even harder, you knew the words by heart and would hum it on almost every mission. Now she knew exactly where you got it from. Her clapping that followed the beat was only encouraging you to dance more and soon you lifted her up to dance along. She was having trouble keeping up as she continued to laugh. You loved this more than the movie itself. Once the song ended you plopped back down onto the couch in a fit of laughter, she landed almost directly on top of you which only strengthened the fit of laughs and giggles coming from the two of you. This was a moment you wouldn’t trade for the world. Having your best friend by your side as you watch your favourite movie, laughing and dancing was one of the things you wouldn’t sacrifice. Even if there was a slight chance she felt the same you couldn’t risk losing this. You’ve never felt like this for someone and you would take whatever you could get from her.

The fridge door opening caught your attention and your laughter ceased, you became more serious and Wanda rolled her eyes at this. She jabbed you in the side before turning around to face the person. “Tony?” she taken aback by his appearance at the compound since he no longer lived there “Isn’t it alittle late for you to be here?” This caught your attention and you finally realized the time. It was well past 11pm and you rarely ever stayed up this late. Deciding to chime in you smirked at him “You get kicked out by Pepper again?” he mocked laughter before he murmured a small “yes” which made you crack a real smile. Wanda however paused the movie and motioned for him to join the two of you. You flashed her panicked eyes and she glared at you which immediately made you shrink.

“What’s the story here? All I see is communism and Coca-Cola” you rolled your eyes and sighed before resounding “That's what makes it funny… and the rushing to convert the communist to Coca-Cola” you chuckled at the last part. Wanda however apparently didn’t see the movie as either of the two.

“There a love that no one seems to think will work but in the end they do, and theres also a lesson about acceptance,” she looks back to you “and learning to take risks.” that last part felt very directed at you. You shyly nodded your head and went to continue the movie but Tony again interupted. “So Witchy, you rejected the guy Natasha brought to dinner. I have someone who you’ll love, he’s sweet, smart, good looking, loves old movies and shows, has a good job, And! He happens to be a good friend” your heart started to jump at each word he spoke. Theres no way that Tony was the one to finally give you a chance, he had been trying to set her up with every shield agent in the compound. Maybe he saw the way you were together tonight. He saw the way you looked at her and he saw something you were missing in how she felt for you. “Tony, I’m not interested in anyone you guys set me up with. I’m fine with just my friends” she pats your thigh which sends a shiver along you and your entire body stiffens like a peice of ply wood only for a second.

“Maybe hear him out, the guy sounds okay…” you hoped you were making the right decision, praying to whatever being was there that this tin can wouldn’t screw you over. Attempting to ease her nerves you held her hand in yours “Look, if it doesn’t go well I’ll be ready with a bat or some Sokovian snacks.” she seemed to relax at your touch and looked back to Tony “fine, but only once.” he jumps up victoriously. You have a sneaking suspicion that you just got fucked over by the giant dancing baby infront of you. Internally cursing yourself you unpaused the movie and settled back into the couch, Wanda settled into your side and you felt like maybe just maybe you’d be the one she ends up with.

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As the music rages on at yet another stark party you find yourself alone for the first time that night. Wanda hadn’t been answering your messages all night and you had begun to get concerned. You looked around to attempt to see her auburn red hair anywhere in the crowd of people. You would have thought she stood out like the sun on a cloudy day. She had never left you alone at any avengers function, no matter who had been vying for her attention she never left your side. Tonight though seemed to be different. Tony had approached you earlier in the night with a man directly behind him who you noticed was dressed almost exactly like you, even his hair was styled similarly to yours. Questioning him about it led to nowhere -as always.

As you attempted to find the red witch in the crowd you were pulled towards the bar by a small pair of hands that you had assumed belonged to her, but when you faced the woman you found a random pair of chestnut brown eyes that greeted you with over-blown pupils. This was not at all someone you recognized. “Uh… hi?” you attempted to be polite as you were stuck between the bar and this woman. “Can I help you?” She laughed and her breath alerted you to her inebriated state even more.

“I saw you from across the room… you’re very very handsome” she slightly slurred her last few words and you gently attempted to keep her stable as she swayed for a moment. This caused a coy smile to appear on her face. “So strong” you gave her an obviously uncomfortable smile and attempted to guide her to a seat but she forced you down onto it and took the spot in your lap. Now you were getting very uncomfortable. You’ve had these things happen but by now you’d already have been rescued by Wanda and laughing about the situation together, though you were alone now, forced to figure your way out by yourself.

When she reached for another drink you stopped her and in a panic, you drank the whole glass and she cheered you on. You looked at the bartender of the night and asked for two vodka redbulls, you felt like you would have to be an awake drunk tonight. She saw the look on your face and quickly produced two glasses full. As you chugged the glasses you looked around the room once again hoping to find Wanda on her path towards you to rescue you from this absolute stranger. Instead, you were greeted by her smile and laugh as she sat on a couch with a random man. You felt jealousy fill you and your heart began to sink. Your distraught appearance was caught by her eyes and she looked between you and the woman on your lap once you saw this you looked away from her and back to the woman. Plastering on a smile and placing a hand on her thigh -an act that made your skin crawl and felt so unlike you. As you sat there attempting to not give Wanda any of your attention and keep focused on the person in your lap there was a tap on your shoulder and the sound of someone's throat being cleared, turning around you found Sam with pursed lips and eyes that communicated to you his exact reasoning for being there.

“Y/N!” he said through a gritted smile “Maria was looking for you. Now.” you didn’t need any more from the man and began to excuse yourself from the woman who whined as you left her. Sam gave you a smile as you kept walking along with him and patted your shoulder. You reached the only quiet part of the room and you were greeted by Maria sitting in a corner tending to a scotch. As you joined her Sam sat on the armrest of the loveseat and questioned you on what he had to save you from. “A pretty girl was on your lap and you looked like you were being mauled by a bear, what's up with that?” his brows connected with the expression he made and you wanted to laugh but you were still recovering from the uncomfortable situation.

“I don’t do that, I like to take things slow…” you saw Maria nod her head at your words but Sam didn’t seem like he was buying what you were selling “and she wasn’t the person I would let -do that” That on the other hand had him convinced, he looked around the room and you shook your head, “oh no you don’t nope! No, you’re not gonna guess”

“Ah! How’d you know I was doing that?” he grinned at you and it changed your mood, how could anyone not be in a good mood when Sam is there? He was the second person you had met when you joined the team and he was also the second closest person to you. So far to your knowledge, he didn’t know about your feelings for Wanda and you wanted to keep it that way. He was notorious for trying to play matchmaker, he once tried to set up Maria and Steve… that was an interesting month.

“You can’t seem to butt out of my romances… which don’t exist might I add” that last bit made Maria laugh slightly and Sam gained an offended look on his face. Shaking his head and grabbing an empty bottle that sat on a nearby table he set it down.

“You won’t tell me, fine we’ll figure it out the old fashion way” You looked at him cautiously as he spun the bottle and waited for it to land on one of the three of you. It was just your luck that it stopped dead in front of you. Fuck. there was no way he would let this go if you told him, and he would most certainly keep this up until you did. He exchanged looks with Maria and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. His expression changed and you saw the mischievous grin he had plastered on his face. “Truth or Dare.” He spoke not as a question but a statement, you knew you had to answer in some way.

You took a quick glance at Maria who had a knowing look on her face, did she know? How would she? You groaned and looked at the ceiling as you contemplated your choice. “Dare… Was going to happen anyway” Sam cackled for a moment as he stood up and looked around the room and set his eyes on something you couldn’t see. “Alright big man, I want you to go and make a move on the girl you so desperately-”. You interjected “Desperate? Who-”. “-want so badly… if it doesn’t work out let us know, we’ll forget this whole thing”.

You didn’t believe him on the last bit but you could easily pretend or come up with a lie to say you tried. After all, how would they know? This way you didn’t have to tell them it was Wanda. Nodding your head you stood up and shook hands with the cheeky man. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a pain in the ass?” he made a faux look of hurt and clutched his chest “You kiss your mystery girl with that mouth” you rolled your eyes and walked away from the two who gave you a few small cheers as you made your way across the room. Within almost a few seconds you were met with the red auburn hair that plagued your mind. You felt the warmth radiate off her as you waited for her to turn around even a milimeter. When she did you found her dancing with a man that seemed slightly familiar- for fucks sake Tony! It was the man he had been trying to set Wanda up with, you remembered him from the earlier encounter at the bar. You felt a swarm of jealousy cover you like a bee hive over a keeper. You wanted to rip him away from her but she quickly saw you and stopped dead in her tracks, her face filled with embarrassment that quickly changed to guilt as she looked in your eyes. You felt the sour look on your face sear into her mind and you began to walk away. The door to the hallway was farther than you remembered at the beginning of the night, the people around you seemed to make a clear path in your mind. Suddenly you were stopped by Tony who had a concerned look, you attempted to walk past him and muttered small insults at the man but he ignored them. “Wanda doesn’t look to good… take her back to her room? She asked for you” he had to slightly yell the second half of his request as the music pounded into your skull. As much as you wanted to be upset with the girl she had no idea of your feelings, she wasn’t to blame here, infact no one was… except you. Nodding he guided you towards her as she sat on the edge of the couch and seemed to perk up as she saw Tony with you. Placing a hand on her forehead you felt her temperature was higher than it should be and you gently guided her to stand up. She moved like a wet spaghetti noodle with how flimsy she was. “Hey, red…” she nuzzled close to you and you sighed as you picked her up in your arms. Her breath hit the raw skin of your neck and almost made you stumble as you walked. Steadying yourself with the idea that she was too intoxicated to control her actions you made your way into the hallway. One of your hands made small circles on her back as you carried her along, attempting to soothe her in her current state. As you passed your room she seemed to whine as you continued.

“No… I want Y/N’s bed” she spoke softly into your ear and that made your heart almost burst -even if it was slurred. You stopped and looked down at her and the sight made your willpower crumble like an ancient statue. “I want Y/N.” a small smile hit your lips and you turned around back in the direction of your room. “I’m here, don’t worry koldovskoy I’m not going anywhere”.

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As you set her down on your bed you felt her temperature once again but she began to squirm. She wiggled her way into an upright position and you asked her what was wrong. She simply said “Clothes” and began to reach for her zipper on her back. She struggled and you stifled a laugh as you reached to help. She swatted you away and for a moment you feared you had crossed a boundary, she usually allowed you to help her when the night became this blurry and she had said on multiple occasions she trusted you, instead she rubbed her eyes and spoke “only Y/N can do that…he’s gentle” this made you laugh at her words, no one else on the team would even use that word to describe you. You were known to cause damage to the compound, and rip clothes whenever you couldn’t make them fit, hell Tony had to reinforce your phone because you kept destroying them. She was the first person to call you gentle. When you looked back at her she gave you an offended look. “Don’t laugh at him!” you stopped and gave her a soft smile.

“Okay… what else do you think he is?” you weren’t going to lie, this made you curious but you also hoped she didn’t answer, whatever she would say to you wouldn’t be fully truthful. She isn’t in a conscious state of mind, you didn’t want to find out what she thought about you while she was also attempting to rip her dress off. She let out a huff and began talking, you stood up and rummaged through your clothes in the half-lit room. Grabbing her a nightshirt and a pair of pyjama pants as you listened. “He’s sweet, handsome, -and he is sooooo funny. Tony said I should ask him out,” you stopped moving altogether, what? “-oh! He also liked old movies, and he’s handsome” the repeating of her words didn’t help you regain any composure as she sunk into your pillows. You snapped back into reality and lightly nudged her the clothes you expected her to go into the bathroom or something to change but she somehow managed to unzip herself partially, you took in a sharp breath and went back to your clothes and didn’t turn around as you rushed to the bathroom to change yourself. You mouthed curses at yourself as you remained confused and perplexed at her words.

Leaving the bathroom in your captain america pyjamas you found a sight that wasn’t unfamiliar. Wanda laying in your bed cuddled up under the covers. You decided to take the floor on the bottom of the bed, you didn’t want her to wake up hungover in the same bed as you, -which wasn’t an uncommon thing but you felt like things between the two of you needed to change, especially if you were going to get over her. Right as you closed your eyes you heard her speak up once again “I can’t sleep” you looked over and saw her fling the covers off herself “It’s so cold…” just as quick as her words left her mouth she was asleep. Or so you thought.

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As you were in your dream fighting off a field of bears with Viking armour you suddenly felt yourself lose your breath. You began to attempt to catch your breath and you ended up waking yourself up as you had attempted to breathe. Your eyes remained closed but you could feel a weight on your chest that was warm and seemed to completely surround you. Your nose filled with a familiar scent and you finally opened your eyes. Shit. That was the first thought you had as you opened your eyes. You found the woman who you finally realized was actually interested in you and was now resting her head on your chest. How the fuck did I end up in my bed?! I fell asleep on the floor. Her head moved and you froze in place not wanting to wake her up while you were in this position. Slowly as she moved her head off of your chest you carefully exited the bed like a snake and slithered onto the floor and ran into the bathroom to hide for a moment. Her voice softly called out for you only a second later.

“Y/N?...” her voice seemed different. It wasn’t the way she usually called out to you, it was soft. You quietly spoke from the bathroom “Give me a second, I’ll be right back” you splashed your face with handfuls of water and started gulping down as much from the faucet as you could. You could feel the hum of a hangover leaning over you. You didn’t drink more than a few glasses, how the hell do you feel like shit now? Opening the door and walking back to your bed your feet hit the cold empty glasses that seemed to litter your floor. Confusion etched onto your face and you continued to make a path silently to your bed. Laying down and encasing yourself with the blanket you were caught off guard for a second as you registered who was still in your bed. Holy shit. This is real, and you were in bed with Wanda. You felt her hands roam your torso.

Wait.

You didn’t have a shirt, or pants on. You remember going to bed in pyjamas.

The feeling of her pressed against you under the covers was soothing. And her voice almost sent you back into a deep sleep. “So warm” her words were stretched out, as if they were a cat waking up from a nap. She was just as warm as you. Your hand moved to her thigh that had was already draped over you. Running circles on her back and her thigh, your hand acted as though it already knew how she liked it.

You two layed there until 10am when there was a knock at your door. You grogily got out of bed once again and navigated the maze of bottles that littered your floor. Grabbing the first shirt you saw and slinging it on before answering the door. Opening it you came face to face with Sam. SHIT SAM!

He looked at you with a mischievous grin and attempted to enter the room but you kept the doorway blocked. He raised an eyebrow before he looked you up and down and pursed his lips as he held in a smile. “You uh… have fun last night?” you rolled your eyes and go out into the hallway with him. You close the door softly hoping not to wake Wanda who was still fast asleep in your bed. Whispering to Sam in an almost yelling manner “Sam… please tell me you had an after party in my room because I have no idea how I now have so many empty bottles… and a girl in my bed” The last part of the sentence dropped his jaw and he yelled out in excitement, you quickly covered his mouth shushed him as loud as you could while whispering “Shut the fuck up! She’s sleeping!!” he nodded and you dropped your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing here? I don’t have training today and we don’t have a meeting”

He looked at you with a smug expression. “I came to see if you were dead after all the booze you had me bring you…and your special friend -which by the way,” he pointed at you “you wouldn’t tell me who! Tried to ask you a few times and you laughed” You felt the memory break through your mind and rush to the surface.

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You left the company of Wanda sitting on the floor with you and answered the door. Sam stood there slightly dishevelled, his pupils were blown and it was very obvious he was on his way to bed after his delivery. He handed you three multipacks of assorted drinks and some snacks, placing the multipacks inside you closed the door just enough to hide the full view of Wanda and thanked him. He attempted to lean over and get a glimpse at your mystery woman but you moved the door and smirked at him. He tried to question “Who’s the lucky lady?” you shook your head in defiance and winked at him before giggling like a giddy kid and shutting the door. You turned around and saw Wanda begin to laugh at the sight of you and take a swig of the malt you had been saving. “Guess I must be your lucky lady…” you stood there and looked at her. “I think I’m the lucky one right now” taking a drink out of the multipack you take a gulp of it and sit down next to her. “Now where did we leave off??...right!” you grab the remote and unpause the movie. You two weren’t actually paying attention to the movie instead you were progressively getting drunker and performing horrendous imitations of the characters on screen and mocking their decisions.

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Oh fuck. Did you flirt with her? You’ve never flirted with Wanda before. Oh, this night was definitely weird. You turned back to Sam “Yeah… about that sorry man, I kinda can’t tell you… yeah, bye!” quickly turn around and dashed for your door, slamming it in front of him as he tries to catch you. You definitely woke her up now.

Standing in the entry way of your room and the light peaking through the curtains of your windows you get a good look at Wanda. She is laying deeply under the covers and you could have sworn she looked like the most beautiful person in the entire world. Taking a step forward warily incase she opens her eyes and is startled by you. She isn’t, she groans as she covers her head with the blanket. She speaks slightly muffled under the covers “get rid of the sun… and please tell me sam didn’t need me” You chuckle at her words and honestly you would make sure the sun never shined again if that is what she truly wanted. “No, he didn’t need you -he wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead after last night” she peaks out of the cover when she hears you closing the curtains even more. “Why? What happened?” you freeze in place and look at her, did she not remember? Or did she -much like you- have it all trapped under the surface in her mind?

Reaching down you grab the pair of pyjamas that you had given her last night off the floor, the slight flash of hands ripping them off her body came to the front of your mind. “Not much, I don’t remember that much” handing them to her your fingers touch slightly and theres a twist in your gut at the contact. “I-uh, I’m gonna…just go shower real quick,” you swallow hard as she sits up and you notice her full lack of clothes “do you wanna- would you want to go after me? -or do you want to go back to your room…” your words trail off and you thought for a moment that she had a look of confliction, not just on a simple decision but in the way she sees you. Her eyes had slipped down you for a second before slingshotting back up to your face and her expression changed. “Yeah…-I’ll go after you,” she gave you a smile and you nodded before turning around and stepping over the bottles once again. Cursing yourself for going so overboard the night before. As you discard the shirt that you now realize is one that Wanda had left in your room days before. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up you look in the mirror and notice something. Multiple large red and purple marks on the base of your neck, shoulder, and collar bones. You looked like a bruised cow. Touching them and they don’t feel like bruises. Another part of the night comes to mind.

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Eventually, you two reach the rom-com section of cheesy movies and the drunker you are the closer you two get. While Wanda mocks the lead actress of the movie you catch yourself staring at her lips, not even going up to see her eyes but rather zoned in on what she is saying and the smile she had. “Who even falls for the best friend in real life anymore?!” her words dragged you out of your frozen state. Her comment on the storyline had you nervously laughing “no one, it's all just in movies, those are who fall for their best friends”

You tried to add to her point “And books…only ever works out in books” Your eyes seem to have a mind of their own and they dart to her lips once again. She whispered something you couldn’t understand and started to slowly lean in. Your mind went blank you and you froze once again as she made contact with your lips. She pulled away quickly but your brain seemed to catch up and you slammed your lips back against hers. The taste of the alcohol on her lips added to the feeling of weightlessness. Your hand came up and cupped her face, while the other wrapped around her hip and pulled her close to you.

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“Oh shit” you whispered out and your hands came up to your face. “I’m fucked” slipping off your boxers and slipping into the warm water you feel a sting as it runs down your back, a sharp yell leaves your throat as your body moves on autopilot to escape the water. “JeSUs FUcK!!” jumping out of the shower you stand away from the mirror, stretching yourself to get a good look at your back you see long red marks and a few open cuts along with them. Your eyes widen as you try to think back on the night. It hits you and you let your head go ‘thunk’ against the wall. Sighing deeply you enter the shower once again as the fuzzy memory comes to you.

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You’re hoisting Wanda up onto the bed and her legs wrap around your waist as your kisses deepen into a hungry battle. The two of you attempt to bring the other closer. It slightly fades from your mind and then suddenly you are over a topless Wanda who suddenly flips you. Drunken giggles release from both of you and within seconds you are kissing with both your smiles pressed against the other. Your pyjama pants were already gone from view and so was your shirt. Or was it? Your mind starts to meld and soon you are faced with the image of Wanda against your neck and the memory of her body against yours. Breathing heavily you move in tandem with her hips.

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Finishing up the shower you dry off and pick up your clothes, entering into the rest of the room you notice Wanda had left and you feel a twist in your stomach, like something just feel from a thousand feet in the air on your heart and it fell through every other organ. The dryness in your throat came to and your mind swirled with worry as you began to think of why she left. You know you didn’t take too long in the shower -you actually finished it faster than usual-, maybe she started to find pieces of the night just as you were. That made the knot even worse. Quickly you got dressed and rushed out of your door. Blowing past Sam in the hallway, Bruce in his lab and as you round the corner into the kitchen you collide right with who you were searching for. Wanda. “Shit” The impact had knocked one of the drinks in her hand and spilled all over the both of you. Discarding your shit that was only half wet you attempted to use it to dry her off before slight giggling from Tony could be heard behind you as he walked past.

“Nice battle scars…” fuck me. Thats all you can say to yourself as you realize what he is referring to. “Who’d yo get them from” he takes a sip of his coffee with a coy look on his face.

“No one, I uh… must have fallen or something last night” You see Pietro approach you with a spare shirt that he had run to grab as soon as you tore off your own. Unbeknownst to you Wandas eyes were locked on the marks that decorated you and she began to connect the dots. Putting up a front she looked away and headed back into the kitchen. You tried to follow her as you slipped the new shirt on, but quickly Maria pulled you aside by your ear as you almost reached Wanda. She took you down the hallway and into supply closet. “What the fuck did you do last night?” you looked at her with the widest of eyes and the dullest of brains behind them.

“Nothing…” she hit your chest with a smack “Don’t lie to me,” her finger was pointing into your chest now “I can tell something happened between you two, now spill!” you swallow what is left of your pride, and take a deep breath. “I have some faint memories of it, -like a few non PG memories…” you scratch the back of your head as you try to wrack your mind “I’m pretty sure we slept together, but I don’t know if she remembers it or not”

Maria looks at you with exasperation “okay… are you blind?? Because the way she was walking out of your room I could see what happened” you felt yourself go red with embarrassment. “Do you think she’s upset with me?” She sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think so…but if you ignore this for too long she might think you are”

God dammit.

Standing there after Maria left the cramped space you thought for a second. You’ve had these feelings for Wanda held up inside forever, you’ve wanted to hold her and kiss her since the first day you met her. You finally got to but you barely remember it and you don’t even know if she remembered it too. Theres a fear that lingers in your mind that she regrets it, that the friendship you two built so delicately formed and that this had ruined it. You leave the closet and walk into the kitchen. Looking for Wanda you scan the room but you’re unable to find her. Leaving with a huff you head back to your room. Your head was pounding and you had a stash of advil in your nightstand.

As you open your door you hear the water running in your bathroom. The sound of someone in the shower scared you for a moment before you knocked on the door. The sound of the water stopping and footsteps you recognized approach the door sent a chill across you. She opened the door and within second you were face to face with Wanda covered in water droplets and draped in your towel. You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked over her. Your surprise was written on your face and she panicked for a moment, apologizing for using your shower and attempting to get past you. You put a hand out and stop her. Looking down at her you ask her the question that is tugging at you “do you remember last night?” she opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off as you know that look on her face all too well “-don’t lie, please… don’t lie” the two of you were close. Close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin, you could feel the beat of her heart as she stared up at you.

She looked at you, a mix of fear and nerves decorated her face. You had matched her nerves now. Her expression shifted “Do you?” you looked at her lips and back to her eyes. The distance between you felt like there was none. Your mouth felt dry, your palms were sweaty, and your hangover was arriving with a passion. “I-um, I remember alot” you avoided her eyes as you spoke to her. “-What about you?” you’re holding your breath as you wait for her answer. It feels like it takes ages.

“Me too…” your hand that had been blocking her went to her waist.

“Do you have any regrets?” her eyes flickered down to your lips and her breath hitched. She shook her head and you leaned down. You whispered against her lips “neither do I” and this time your kiss wasn’t rushed, it was slow and full of all the emotions and love you had held for her in your heart. Her hands weaved through your hair and you felt a sense of deja vu, you held her closer than you could last night. Yours bodies disconnected but not your lips. You felt her hands leave your hair and play with the hem of your shirt. They disappear under and within seconds she’s tugging it off you and over your head. You release a giggle as her cold hands run over your skin. You guide her farther into the bathroom by her hips and close the door with your free hand.

The two of you finally got what you wanted. To be in the arms of the one you love.

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imtheflash · 2 years

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I got a Wanda request for x male reader where they've been married for a couple months (but nobody knows yet) and all day Wanda has to deal with people flirting with reader and checking him out until she cracks and admits they're married

The Married Life Pt.1

"One more?" you plead pulling her back into you. Her hair is cascading down her shoulders and she looks ethereal because of the way the sun is shining on her face.

"One more" she promises you as her soft hands clutch your face and she leans in guided by your hands clasped at her waist to kiss your lips once more You feel her steady herself from where shes straddling you. You were intoxicated.

When she pulls away and you chase her unconsciously until she gives in and pecks you once more. You pout as she gets off of you.

"Come on" She says. "People will get suspicious." You sigh agreeing. "oookaay" you get out of bed pulling on the shirt that was laying on your right. She leaves your room first and you hover for a minute straightening your appearance before leaving the room.

You're morning is uneventful, though its spent secretly winking at Wanda from across the Compound kitchen. You pick a time to get some exercise, landing on a slot that leaves the gym usually empty. After changing you walk into the gym freezing when the Avengers were occupying it. Although Tony himself had made it clear you could use the gym even though you weren't an avenger you still stalled hoping to leave without being seen. Your job in the compound was that of a handyman, really only simple things, like a door nob that couldn't hand supersoldier strength or accidental broken sinks as well as painting and putting together broken furniture.

Unfortunately Natasha sees you waving you over.

"Hey Y/N! Come over here.

The first thing on your list is weighted squats. Grabbing the bar and sliding on the weights you steady your feet before squatting. From beside you, theres a wolf-whistle.

"Yeah Y/N look at those muscles" Clint says from a decent space away. Its just loud enough for Wanda to hear who nods at you mouthing 'I agree'. You blush murmuring a thank you. Before finishing your reps and moving on. The next thing on your list is sparring.

You move onto the mat waiting for an opponent. Bucky slides under the ropes and raises his eyebrows.

"you up for a challenge?" he asks tauntingly with a lilt in his voice so you know he's joking.

"Of course I am" you reply "Unless you don't think you can take it"

"We'll see about that" he says.

You start sparring eventually landing on top of him and keeping him down besides his apparent struggles.

"I quite like this position" he says looking up at you smirking. You blink before you register what he said and falter in your hold. He takes advantage of you to flip you over before leaning into you close to your ear. "But I like this one better."

You stutter out a quiet oh before slipping out from under him and basically vaulting over the ropes to Wanda near the free weights. Natasha smirks unknown to both of you after seeing the way you relax in Wanda's presence deciding to leave after sharing a few words.

Sighing once you exit the gym faster than usual missing half the exercises on your list.

As soon as you leave you stand in a corner leaning on it. You look down still phased by the earlier events and miss Wanda's storming out of the gym. You only look up when you feel a body thrown against your own. Wanda pressed against you pulls your face down to hers holding your chin. She doesn't kiss you, but whispers one singular word against your lips that makes you weak in the knees.

"Mine"

You lean further expecting her to kiss you when really all you feel is air. Wanda has already stepped away from your flustered state smirking at the effect she has on you. The towel slips from your shoulders and you lean to pick it up. By the time you look up she's gone.

Thank you for the request Anon! Its been a lot of fun to write but also I have to be careful to not make it similar to another fic ive read (not marvel) so..... expect part 2 soon but not too soon bc i have to come up with more ideas. ALSO MALE READER! MALE READER! MALE READER! YEAAAAAAH! the title is shit im aware don't come at me

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x male!reader #Married Wanda maximoff x male reader

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butbutts · 2 years

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ex!wanda x male!reader (18+)

mean!sorority!wanda

warnings- smut, angst

I think there would be a lot of hate sex involved

in private

she would definitely not do anything (or even invite you) at the sorority house

but would just pop up at your place/dorm and grab you away from whatever it is you are doing at the moment

she would silence any complaints about being pulled from work with her lips (and palming you through your boxers)

and it works every time

she likes to be in control, fuck you however she pleases that day

but usually it doesn't take long to flip the tables if you want

some times she'll enjoy being fucked senseless

but most times it's just a constant tug of war for the upper hand

which just results in a lot of pinning each other against the nearest surfaces

the nights always end in sharing a smoke in silence and her leaving

apart from the one time where she stayed the night of what would've been your one year anniversary

other than that she makes it a point not to stay the night no matter how late it is

and if there's any unsaid feelings, on any end, they just come and go unsaid

#wanda maximoff x male!reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader

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multimuseficreblogs · 2 years

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❅ pedro pascal & oscar isaac characters ↳ including jonathan levy, steven grant, marc spector, abel morales, jake lockely, miguel o'hara, nathan bateman, dave york, dieter bravo, din djarin, dio morrissey, ezra, frankie morales, jack daniels, javi gutierrez, javier pena, joel miller, marcus moreno, marcus pike, maxwell lord, max phillips, oberyn martell, pero tovar, & tim rockford

❅ marvel ↳ including bucky parnes, loki, natasha romanoff, peter parker, stephen strange, steve rogers, wanda maximoff, kate bishop, frank castle & matt murdock

❅ misc. fandoms ↳ including american horror story, criminal minds, jurassic park/world, outer banks, pirates of the caribbean, teen wolf

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teaaagan · 5 months

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Sneeze

Yelena: -sneezes-

Wanda: Bless you.

Y/N: -sneezes-

Wanda, already wrapping Y/N in blankets and feeding them soup: Oh my god, are you sick?! How could I have let this happen?! You poor thing!

Tony: -sneezes-

Wanda: Oh my fucking god shut the fuck up.

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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months

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Scarlet Webs

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

For @tokufighter

She thought it was the end. Wanda Maximoff was supposed to die on that mountain along with the Scarlet Witch. And yet the next thing that Wanda remembers was falling.

Falling in the open air towards a series of buildings. Was it New York? How did this happen?!

Wanda found herself falling towards the ground faster and faster, her magic rendered useless. And then came a blur of red and blue, zipping into her view.

Suddenly the ground stopped growing near, "don't worry ma'am I got you" you reassured her before landing on top of the Empire State Building.

"You good?" you tried to ask her, calmly reassuring this mysterious and beautiful woman before you.

"Peter? You're here?" Wanda asked you.

"Sorry?" you asked back a little confused. "Who's Peter?"

"Peter Parker? Oh come on" Wanda rolled her eyes at you, "I know you, Spider-Man"

You removed your mask, exposing your face. Wanda gasped, "You're not Peter Parker"

"Sorry. I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)" you gave a smile to her. Your smile, something about it seemed familiar.

And then it hit her like a ton of bricks. It was the same smile that haunted her dreams. The smile that graced the faces of her twin boys.

"I've never see someone like you before" you spoke, interrupting her thoughts.

"Ever hear of the Avengers?" she asked you, a small blush making its way across her face.

"Yeah. I'm a proud member" you smiled back.

Could this be it? Could you of all people be the key to the life she had with her boys?

"Since you're not from around here" you gave a nervous shrug, "maybe I could show you around."

You held out your hand to her, a simple little invite but one that held so much more with it. Wanda couldn't help but smile and take your hand.

"I'd like that" she whispered back.

She could see herself already falling in love with you.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda my beloved #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch #scarlet witch imagine #multiverse of madness #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #spider man #spider man reader #male reader #x male reader #wanda maximoff x male reader

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skylarinfinity · 10 months

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[natasha and steve walking toward living room after long day mission]

[natasha almost there but stop when she heard what m/n saying to wanda]

m/n: yeah wanda, yeah stroked it like that-

natasha: [scrunch her nose in disgust and drag steve with her] yeah we don't want to be here right now.

steve: [confused] wait why-

[wanda and m/n at living room]

wanda: [keep stroking m/n pet parrot] aww look at him!

m/n: [hum] he my precious little baby.

wanda: [playfully glare at m/n] um excuse me sir it's “our precious little baby”!

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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All Night

Summary: It’s your first time with your amazing girlfriend and she couldn’t sweeter and perfect.

Warnings: fluff, adorableness, and most importantly... sex

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Word Count: 2856

A/n: Requested by Anon: Ayo can I request a Wanda x male reader smut where it's their first time together but also the reader's first time ever and he's kinda nervous and Wanda's just being super sweet and gentle and supportive? Make it as smutty and adorable as you want!... I could totally see me doing a part two where the reader is more experienced (let me know if you want it!)

Masterlist

Wanda may have been an enhanced human slash Avenger but your meeting with her couldn’t have been more normal. You were helping a friend out with their coffee shop. It was their first store and they were running low on staff and you just so happened to be in between jobs.

It was the classic and cheesy scene where you took her order and nonchalantly put your number on her cup. You honestly had no idea that she was the Wanda Maximoff. All you saw was a very attractive woman with a kind smile. You saw a woman who was mysterious but had a kind heart. You wanted to know more about her.

Unfortunately, she didn’t call. You didn’t think much of it and quickly got over your disappointment. You thought she had walked out of your life forever, but fate wasn’t done with the two of you.

She returned to the coffee shop a couple of months later. It wasn’t a long-time span, but she seemed different. She seemed more unsure, cautious, and... defeated.

You knew you couldn’t let her go again. So, you asked if you could spend you break with her. You bribed her with freshly baked muffins and she accepted.

You didn’t ask about what was on her mind or what seemed to be wrong. You knew you needed to make an impression. You needed her to keep coming back. So, you did what you knew how to do. You made an idiot of yourself to get her laughing. By the time she left she seemed lighter and promised to return.

Casual meet ups turned to sporadic dating turned to moving in with each other. She was, without a doubt, the most complicated girlfriend you had with baggage unlike any other girl you met. You didn’t always take everything in stride. The two of you argued but always worked together through the problems.

The relationship was moving faster than your previous ones. Within a year the two of you were moved with each other and practically inseparable. It helped her fellow Avengers liked and approved of you. You had taken practically every step a relationship could take within a year excluding marriage and sex. Those were two things you weren’t going to rush.

Marriage could wait a while. You were both young and didn’t feel the need to take something that felt so final.

Sex, on the other hand, was harder to wait on. The two of you desired each other but it either never felt like the right time or she was called off for hero duty. The both of you were nervous about it. Wanda hadn’t been with someone in years and you... well, you’ve never been with anybody before. You didn’t want to disappoint.

However, today you couldn’t seem to hold back any longer. It was the most domestic setting but if made you fall even more in love with the woman in front of you.

She was moving around the kitchen cleaning and cooking. She had her hair up in a messy bun with your sweatpants rolled up around her hips and a tank top. She was humming under her breath and dancing a little bit.

“I’m making your favorite,” Wanda says without glancing at you. You grin breathing in the delicious smells of your favorite dish. You walked deeper into the kitchen and draw her back to your chest.

“What’s the occasion?” You ask, circling your arms around her waist. You lower your head into her neck and kiss her skin lightly.

“What? I can’t cook for my favorite boyfriend?” Wanda asks and you smirk.

“Favorite? I hope I don’t have any competition,” You mumble. Wanda just hums. You continue to smirk while drawing your hand back. You pinch her bum making her jump and promptly reach around to hit your shoulder. You laugh and hug her once again.

All day Wanda did nothing extraordinary. She was just herself. Totally relaxed enjoying being home with you. She didn’t have the Avengers calling on her nor the press pestering for interviews. She was light on her feet and just genuinely happy.

Since she cooked you took it upon yourself to do the dishes. She grabbed a glass of wine and hopped onto the counter beside you. When you were done you couldn’t help but to push her knees apart and step in between them.

“You look beautiful,” You whisper, rubbing her thighs slowly. She smiles lifting her glass of wine to her lips. You kept your eyes on her as she drank slowly until you just had to taste her.

Leaning forward your lips find her bare neck. She breathes in slowly, trying to calm her racing heart, and sets her wine off to the side. You kiss along her neck, your fingers digging into her legs. Her ankles hook behind you in order to keep you close.

“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, her fingers threading through your hair. You lift your head moving your lips from her neck to her lips. Her legs tighten around you and your hands slide to her hips. You squeeze her flesh holding her flush against your chest.

The kiss begins to pick up. Wanda’s hands make a mess of your hair, gripping and pulling it. You moan after a particularly rough tug. The tug prompts you to bite her lip a little rougher than you meant too but Wanda seemed to like it.

Wanda’s hands leave your hair and starts attempting to pull your shirt off. Your heart lurches anxiously but you don’t want to stop. You lean back, showing Wanda your most confident expression, helping her take your shirt off before lifting her from the counter. Her grip around you instantly tightens as you carry her to the bed.

You gently lay her down, but she sits up and reaches for your pants. Your heart lurches again but you let her unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs. You step out of them, your eyes remaining glued on her.

Her eyes look up at you as she kisses your stomach, her nails grazing over the back of your thighs. Reaching out you tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Wanda... this is... I’m a little...” You can feel your anxiety rise as you try to explain to Wanda what was running through your mind. Being the wonderful woman she is, she understands.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda whispers, standing up. Her hands run up your chest and wrap around your neck. “Do you want this?” She asks gently. You nod eagerly. “Then just do what feels right,” She whispers. “Just relax... it’ll feel good, I promise,” She reassures you, one of her hands traveling down your chest and to your cock.

You groan, resting your head against hers when her hand palms you through your underwear. Wanda smiles tilting her head to lightly kiss your lips. Just when you were falling under her spell she pulls back. Before you could chase her she’s on her knees,

“Oh, shit...” You whisper, not believing your luck.

“Something wrong, baby?” Wanda asks. Words escape you when her lips lightly press against your clothed cock. Your eyes roll back, and a deep groan leaves your mouth. Your eyes snap open and down when you feel her pulling your underwear to your feet.

“Oh... God...” You groan as her warm fingers wrap around you. She spits on the head before spreading it down. Her hand worked you better than yours ever could. She grips, twists and massages in all the right places.

As amazing as her hand felt it was nothing compared to her mouth. She took you into her mouth and you lost all sense of the world. Everything belonged to her, and you’d do anything to keep her. She was magic.

She bobbed her head, hollowed her cheeks and gripped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. When her hands gripped her balls, you struggled to stay standing. Your hands gripped her hair and you found yourself thrusting into her. She relaxed and let you use her.

“Fuck baby,” You pant looking into her eyes. Her big innocent eyes were tearing up, but she never tried to stop nor pull away. “I’m not gonna last babe,” You grunt trying to pull out, but she grabs your legs and takes you deep. You groan releasing down her throat. She takes every drop and grabs your cock as she slowly pulls away and continues to milk it. “Damn Wanda,” You pant, moving around her to sit on the bed.

She stands up and turns around to look at you. She gives you a sexy grin and wipes her lip before straddling your hips.

“We’re just getting started, baby,” She winks at you. She pushes you to lay down before leaning back on your thighs. You watch her slowly take off her shirt. Her breasts were laying on her chest, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What do you want?” She asks, her voice low and seductive. Her clothed cunt begins to grind down on your cock. It wasn’t hard yet but the picture of her shirtless, straddling your lap and moving the way she was helped it come back to life.

“You... Damn, Wanda, I want you... All of you,” you say, your hands twitching. You wanted to touch her skin, most specifically her breasts.

“I don’t want you to just want me,” Wanda whispers. “I want you to touch me... Please, touch me,” Wanda encourages. “Make me feel good,”

Instantly you became insecure. Where did she want you to touch her? What would make her feel good?

“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, leaning over you. Your eyes shamefully watch her boobs sway before you force yourself to look into her eyes. She’s smirking knowingly and your blush fiercely. She lowers her head and her lips brush against yours. “Don’t think,” She mutters, lowering her hips even more to rub your cock once again. “Tell me what you want right now,”

You don’t answer verbally but your eyes flicker to her chest. She smirks and leans back again. She grabs your hand and lifts them to her breasts. You let out a quick breath unable to stop watching her hands move yours.

You instinctively begin to massage them. Her hands leave yours allowing you to take over. You squeeze them before focusing on the nipples. You pinch them and when she moans you get the confidence to twist them.

“There you go...” Wanda whispers.

Deciding to take it a step further you lift your hips and switch positions. You pin her to the bed and hover over her. She gasps not expecting it which makes you grin cheekily.

Before she could say anything, you lower your head and suck one of her nipples into your mouth. Her breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the nub before lightly biting it. While she’s focused on your mouth you experiment with your hips. She had been grinding down on you, so you figured she’d like you doing the same.

Her moans are like music to your ears. Every sound she makes is a severe confidence boost. Every moment you’re with her you desire more.

You move from one nipple to the other while humping into her. She whines pulling at your hair. She moves her hips against yours but it’s not enough.

“Y/n,” Wanda begs, panting.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You ask, cheekily. You grin up at her. She looks at your frustrated but slowly smiles as well. She grabs your face and pulls it towards her capturing you into a kiss.

“Please fuck me,” Wanda whispers.

“Not yet,” You whisper, nipping at her lip. “We’re just getting started, baby,” You wink at her. She pouts but you kiss it off of her before kissing down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach.

You pull your sweatpants off her hips and down her legs. You toss them to the side before taking a moment to look at her. To have your first time with someone so beautiful and kind and patient as her is unreal.

You lightly graze your fingers over her legs before kissing the inside of her thighs. You hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them off.

“Mm, you smell amazing,” You whisper. Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. Your eyes dart to hers to make sure you were turning her off. To your surprise she was blushing. “I love you,” You whisper to her.

It isn’t the first time you said it, but it felt like the right moment. She was still blushing, but she seemed to relax. Her fingers reached down and played with some of your hair.

“I love you, too,” She whispers. You kiss her thigh again softly before looking at the slice of heaven between her legs.

You had no idea what you were doing and prayed that all of her ex-boyfriends were horrible. The last thing you wanted was to be so bad she’d go back to someone for a decent lay. You knew she wasn’t that shallow, but you were nervous.

You pushed her legs even further apart before diving in. You licked up her pussy lips and the taste was amazing. Your fingers dug into her thighs as you regained confidence.

Wanda whined and panted while grinding her hips riding your face. Before you could help yourself, you stuck a finger inside of her and then another. You thrusted in and out while still lapping at her.

And then her body jerked.

You paused for just a second before repeating the action.

Her body jerked again but this time she moaned your name and begged you to keep going.

It took you a second but then you realized what you had just found. You had found it... the one thing men complained of never coming across. Some believed it was a myth. You had found the clitoris.

Your mouth focused on her clit while your fingers thrusted in and out of her. You didn’t bother edging her when she got close. You didn’t think you were skilled enough to keep her on the edge for long.

When she came her back arched, and she moaned loudly. You kept your ministrations until she was twitching again. You got the crazy idea of trying to make her come again. Before you could talk yourself out of it you were bringing her to the edge and overstimulating her to her second orgasm.

Only then did you with draw and slowly kiss up her body. She had a blissful look on her face. You’ve never seen her so relaxed and happy before. Pride filled your chest and you lightly kissed various parts of her body as she recovered.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked and you laughed.

“I guess that’s a good sign?” You whisper, lying beside her but still practically on top of her. She laughs breathlessly before rolling on top of you.

“You’ll ruin me for anyone else,” She whispers, kissing you softly.

“You keep saying shit like that and my ego will surpass Starks,” You whisper. Wanda giggles quietly.

“You’re good with your mouth,” Wanda whispers. “Let’s see what else you’re good with,” she says, summoning some lube and squirting it on your cock.

“Shit... Couldn’t you have warmed it up?” You grumble. Wanda giggles again.

“Cold?” She asks, tossing it to the side. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up,” She promises, sitting up. Your eyes widen as she grabs your cock and begins to lower herself onto it.

“Uhhggg...” You groan, gripping her hips. She pants and continues down until she’s sitting on you completely. “Holy hell why’d we wait so long?” You groan and she quickly agrees. “You’re so warm... and tight... fuck, Wanda,”

Her sitting there, warming you cock, was perfect. Her, not moving and just squeezing the life out of your dick was enough for you to come but she wasn’t letting you get off that quick.

She starts off slowly. She lifts up and down trying to find a rhythm. When she finds the perfect angle and gets comfortable, she goes to town. You watch her breasts bounce and her head roll back.

“I’m not gonna last,” You warn trying to hold it back for as long as you could. She throws you a smirk.

“Give it to me baby,”

“Fuuuck,” You groan squirting deep into her pussy. She continues to grind taking everything from you. You hand reaches forward and makes a beeline to her clit. Her breath shudders and her body shakes as another orgasm rips through her.

You groan as she collapses on your chest. The two of you pant coming down from your highs. You gently pull her hair to the side and begin to rub her back.

“We are so doing this more often,” She pants and you laugh.

“Baby, I wanna be in you so often you’ll have to beat me off with a stick,” You tease. She leans back and looks into your eyes.

“Promises, promises,” She smirks, kissing your lips.

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It's me, the anon who requested the fic that eventually became Snowfall, back again ☃️

Lemme get, uhh, can I get a Wanda x male reader....yeah, let's do that aight *cracks knuckles*

Can I request a wanda x male reader where r has liked Wanda for a while but has been too scared of messing up their friendship to tell her. But one night they're at a party at the Avengers HQ and Wanda ends up drinking a tad too much and r ends up taking care of her because he always takes care of the drunk people and at some point during the night she lets it slip that she has feelings for him and he doesn't say anything because he knows she's drunk and probably won't remember anything in the morning. But the next morning she remembers telling him and is all embarrassed and then he tells her that he likes her too and yeah that's it. Do with that what you will, end it however you want, fill it with fluff and angst, keep up the good work, thank you for your time and consideration

Sincerely,

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*Cracks Knuckles* OKAY!!!! I've decided to do something different. I have things I like about both versions I made for you. So I'm just gonna give you both!!! I changed my mind!!

Version 1: Wanda x Male Reader

“C’mon Wanda! Just one date with the guy” Tony walked hot on her trail as she entered the training room. You stopped your movement as soon as your fist left the punching bag in front of you. For almost a month now the entire team -except you- had been trying to set her up with practically every guy in the state, at team dinners they’d bring it up, at parties they’d all invite a new guy every night. She caught your glance you quickly went back to your activity. You felt her eyes on you even as she began to speak, overhearing the rest of the conversation put you slightly at ease.

“Tony… again, I’m not interested. Just drop it.”

“Okay but you haven’t even met him, and you keep rejecting all the others, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were… secretly with someone already” Nevermind, you stopped again and began to pack up your things, you didn’t want to hear this anymore. The thought of Wanda being with anyone started to make you nauseous, and if she did this was not the way you wanted to find out.

She didn’t speak for a moment before her voice got louder it echoed through the large matted room. “I’m not, you just keep suggesting guys who aren’t my type.” stopping in your tracks you turn around and face the pair, what you’re about to do could be pretty risky if you didn’t word it right. “What exactly is your type? I might know a guy…” as you said this she seemed to look at you with desperation and her shoulders deflated slightly. Shit. That wasn’t the reaction you hoped for. “-I mean, I know you better than Tony. I’d have better luck” again you felt like those words weren’t the ones you should have used. She looked at you with a mix of emotions and you chose to drop it now. You turned away and took one step towards the door before you heard Tony call out to you. “Hold up there Mama-Bear, you coming to the party tonight?” You flipped the bird and faced him. “Yup, only to make sure I don’t end up fishing you out of the pool again.” The last few parties he’s thrown have ended with you carrying him back to bed or just plain babysitting the rest of the team while you stayed stone-cold sober the entire night. You actually once had to carry a past out thor back to bed, his hammer was on the top of the toilet seat so you had to sober him up first thing in the morning. He didn’t like that very much.

Wanda now called out for you and you couldn’t help but stop for her. “You wanna spar? I could use some help” you pretended to contemplate for a moment before smirking at her “loser has to drink anything the winner orders them tonight” she grew a cheeky smile and agreed. These kinds of bets you loved with the witch, she always used her powers and you always found a way to win. Tony rolled his eyes and went to leave as you dropped your bag at the edge of the mat. “You know my type. Why’d you ask?” she eyed you up and down. You of course knew her type. After all, she was practically your best friend, you just wanted to make sure you checked off all the boxes. See you have been in love with this girl for over a year now, you never made a move or even considered she’d see you like that. I mean no one on the team had tried to set you two up. If no one else thought it’d work why should you? Plus, you loved your friendship with her, ruining that would be like putting ketchup on an ice cream sundae. Absolutely horrific.

“Just wanted to double check…sometimes things change” you let a small smile lift the side of your mouth and within seconds you launched yourself at the witch. She didn’t fully dodge you and instead, she ended up tackling you to the floor and landed on top of you. Your faces were inches from each other, you could feel her breath on your skin and you only looked into her eyes. “Somethings do,” she said before you felt frozen in place and noticed you had red clasping your hands to the mat and your abdomen was pinned by another bar of red. You laughed and she still looked at you with an expression you hadn’t seen on her face.

You tapped the mat three times and she let you go with a victorious smile. “How do you feel about Vodka? Or Absinthe? -you know what don’t tell me, it's more fun that way” you looked at her with soft eyes and you knew that tonight would involve a lack of babysitting.

- - -

That was a fuckin lie. You were now holding tony above your head as he was whining to be put down. “That was a dick move man,” he stopped whining and now sulked in defeat. “Apologize to her, she said she didn’t want to meet the guy” you put him down and looked around for Wanda who you had lost in the commotion of yelling at Tony. He had arrived with a man who in your opinion looked familiar, he was very giddy to meet Wanda. It made you uncomfortable to even look at him. You wouldn’t say you were the jealous type but after you saw Tony drinking more with his buddy and stumbling around to her with the man, you pulled him aside and began to chastise him. Your gaze went from concerned to a slightly surprised and then quickly heartbroken one. You saw her at the bar with the companion of the tin man. She seemed like she was actually flirting with the guy. But why? She never flirted back with the guys the team brought for her. She never even once left your side at these parties but now you were alone with a drunk Tony and for the first time ever you felt like you needed a drink. You grabbed the tray of champagne that passed by you the fifth time tonight and drank at least three of the glasses. Tony looked at you with pure shock and a shit-eating grin. He lifted his arms and cheered before he was the one dragging you over to the table set up with cups on either end and the two men on one side cheered when they saw you. It was Sam and Thor who looked at you as if you had come back from isolation. Tony handed you a drink and soon you were playing beer pong.

You felt a hand tap you on the shoulder and you turned around with a drunken smile to greet the girl. “WANDA!!! Have you had this before? it’s great!!” you handed her the cup that was in your hand, she looked at you surprised and concerned. This was the first time she had seen you actually drink at a party. She seem to understand what to do but she sniffed the drink and looked at tony like he had poisoned you. “Did you give him a cup of Vodka!?” he looked at her with his signature grin and nodded like a sugar-high toddler. “Y/N how about you have some water?” she attempted to guide you away from the game but you wiggled away. The sight would have made her laugh if not for the concern she was holding in. “No! I haven’t finished the game, why don’t you go flirt with that guy again” you turned away with a sour mood covering your entire face. You landed another shot and everyone cheered but you turned back around and saw that Wanda was already gone. You lazily excused yourself from the crowd and made your way to the bathroom. Purging yourself of the last 20 or so shots you had ingested and forcibly sobering up -even though you couldn’t figure out how to open the bathroom door again for 10 minutes. Wandering around for Wanda you now found her at the bar with a few girls sat next to her who saw you and seemed to light up. Wanda though caught their stares and fell into you, you wrapped your arms around her and held her up. “I’m tired now” is all she said and all you needed to hear before you nodded in agreement and walked her out. Still slightly intoxicated you both used the other for support as you walked the hallways of the compound.

After climbing a flight of stairs you slid down the wall to the floor to catch your breath, the witch decided to do the same and soon the two of you were sitting side by side. She put her head on your shoulder and runs her fingers along your forearm. You giggled at this and she looked up at you with a smile. “You’re cute when you do that,” your eyes were between open and closed as you took in her words. “Actually…” her voice got lower and she leaned up to your ear “You’re cute all the time” this made your body light up and your face filled with shock. You opened your mouth to speak but she stopped you. “Remember when you asked my type?” she sat up and played with your fingers that sat on your thigh. You nodded and she continued “Well, I do think you’d have better luck… you know why?”

You smiled “Cause I’m your best friend?” you laughed a little and those words seemed to knock her back a little. She sunk back down and quickly got up. “Hey, wait where are you going?” you struggled to get up as fast as she did but when you did you reached out to stop her and grabbed her wrist. When you did you tugged her back to you and now you were standing closer than you usually would, your hand still around her wrist and your faces as close -if not closer- than they were when you spared that afternoon. “I- I don’t…” you were looking deeper into her eyes than you had ever before “-I wanna be your type. I don’t wanna be friends” you felt yourself leaning in but you were quickly stopped by the sound of Tony's laughter filling the hall. You caught what you were about to do and your pulse sped up rapidly before your breathing joined and you apologized before you practically ran away. You could hear her call after you but your instinct overpowered your heart and you continued all the way back to your room. As soon as you closed the door you felt the rest of the drinks from tonight come rushing up and ran to the bathroom.

- - -

The next morning you woke up in the bathtub… you didn’t even realize you had a bathtub. Your head pounded and after about what felt like an hour you heard a knock at your door. It came again and you yelled at the door. Not at whoever was on the other side -but the actual door. When you opened it you found Wanda with the messiest hair you’ve ever seen and two cups of coffee. She looked like shit, and you felt like shit. You invited her in and as soon as you got close to her the memories of last night began to flood your mind. At first, it was the ones of her and you on the floor, the sweet words she said and then slowly the ones that you wanted to forget the most. Her with the man Tony invited, the two of them flirting at the bar and the feeling of hurt that had overcome you.

She set her coffee down on your nightstand before plopping face-first into your bed. She slowly lifted her head and looked at you confused. “Why is your bed already made?”. You let out a forced laugh and groaned as your head once again pounded. “Slept in the tub…-did you know we have tubs?” you said as you too flopped onto the bed.

“I did not… wait you slept in the tub?” you nodded and she laughed before groaning again. “I slept with my head on the floor… the rest of me was in the bed… is it weird I liked it?”

“Of course,” you sipped your coffee and turned to her. “...you wouldn’t happen to remember last night?” she looked at you and slowly shook her head. “Cool, -I -I don’t either” you avoided her gaze and reached for your phone. “Shit. I have a call from Tony… And seven from Sam,” you whispered “I didn’t even know he had my number” Then you notice the voicemail that was from Wanda. Your thumb hovered over the play button but you quickly closed the device and turned to her. “Want doughnuts?” her head was now enveloped in the pillow. “I want a lobotomy” she murmured which caused you to snicker. She hit you in the shoulder and it hurt wayyy more than it should have. You lifted the sleeve of your shirt and saw a big purple bruise, it was oddly shaped and you knew what it was from… You’ve decided to never drink again -or listen to Tony.

Getting up from the bed you tapped her leg and she jolted back to the land of the living. “C’mon, we have to eat” you grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and went into the bathroom. As you took off your shirt you saw a mark on your neck, it wasn’t purple but the colour seemed familiar. You shrugged it off and soon the two of you began the trek to the kitchen. As soon as you got there you were greeted by a cheerful Steve and a very hungover Sam and Tony. Sam only looked between you and Wanda and Tony whistled before chastising himself for the loud noise. “You get my call kid? Or were you too busy?” your face scrunched up and Wanda just moved away from you slightly.

“No, I was too busy passed out in the tub…-Did you know we have tubs?” Sam chuckled.

“Oh sure… busy in the tub” he winked and you could feel the smoke coming out of your head from trying to understand his words.

Tony beckoned Wanda over and whispered something in her ear before her face went red and she whispered something back. He then looked at you “you remember anything from last night? Beer pong?... Our little chat?” he said the last part very suspiciously. You shook your head and went to help Wanda make breakfast. Now though she seemed skittish being this close to you. What the hell was this about? She didn’t remember everything last night? Did she? You stopped moving and stood there just looking at her. Her hair was still messed up, her lipstick was smudged slightly, and she had on a large sweatshirt she stole from you a few months ago. You were transfixed on her, how could you not be? I mean she was one of the most perfect people you’ve ever met. You could talk for hours about how perfect she is, but you didn’t have hours because she landed a hand on your arm. “Y/N? You okay?”

You blinked a few times and came back from the space in your head. “Hm? Yeah no I’m fine” the two of you stood there with silence hanging over you like an umbrella in a rainstorm. Her hand didn’t leave your arm until you looked down at it. She took it away and your warmth seemed to diminish. “You -um -you wanna watch- uh-... nevermind I just remembered I have some reports to finish” the awkwardness that seemed to have adjusted to your shoulders. You felt the need to leave the situation as soon as possible. You grabbed a random fruit on the way out and took as big of a bite as you can. You mumbled a goodbye through a mouthful of apple.

- - -

There was no way that she wouldn’t tell you if she remembered, she wouldn’t have just pretended unless she didn’t feel the same. She probably didn’t feel the same. Sitting in the conference room alone with only a few pieces of paper you just stared directly at them. It looked like a toddler attempting to sort shapes. Your brain was not at all working on those reports and more focused on Wanda. “Fuck” the only word you had said in hours, you forgot the sound of your voice and just kept repeating random words. “Shit… rough… clam… parcel-”

“-Hey you okay?”

“AH FUCK!?....” you turned around after the outburst and saw the one person you hoped to avoid at the moment. “Heyyyyy… just finishing the reports” you pursed your lips and avoided eye contact with her. She leaned against the door frame and even though you were trying to avoided looking into her eyes you were still captivated by the rest of her. Giving in you finally looked into her eyes and you could see the concern that she had stored in them. “You okay?” you waited for her response with concern of her own. “...your head okay?” she smiled a beautiful small smile that fixed all the concern you had.

“It’s better…just wanted to ask if you were up for a little lunch?” she bit the inside of her cheek as she waited for your response. There was rarely ever a time that you declined time with her. You hadn’t even done it on missions, you made sure to call her whenever she needed it, you tried to figure out an excuse without seeming suspicious. Hurting her feelings also had to be taken into account, there wasn’t really a way out at the moment. Interrupting your thoughts she spoke up “it’s okay if you can’t… just wanted to hangout” you felt the guilt from last night and this morning begin to pile up. You hated doing this. You hated not being near her and you hated that you possibly ruined the best relationship you had on the team. No matter how much you wanted more from her.

“I- uh, I do have to finish these… I’m sorry-” you frowned as she cut you off.

“No, don’t worry. It’s fine, doesn’t matter I’ll just ask someone else”

That stung, you felt tears begin to rush towards your eyes. You declined one lunch and she’s already going to replace you. Maybe you weren’t as special to her as she was to you. “Maybe we can talk later?” you held your breath as you waited for an answer and she fiddled with her rings. She looked down at the floor and took in a deep breath. She mumbled something which you couldn’t quite catch. “Again, I’m sorry”

She waved it off and once again said its fine. You spun the chair back to the table and plopped your head down. Groaning to get rid of the guilt that was making its way to your heart. Shit. How would you fix this now? You’ve been avoiding her, acting weird, and she definitely can tell when you’re lying to her. Fuck man! Theres no way she isn’t worried or suspicious. You know exactly what you have to do. You have to man up and tell her the truth. You stood up and left the empty reports on the table and began your search for Wanda.

- - -

You walked around almost the entire compound and still have yet to find her, you decided to go to places you knew she wouldn’t go voluntarily. You entered Tony’s lab and were greeted by bruce who was sitting at a desk glued to a monitor. Looking around there was no sign of her until you reach Tony’s office door -wasn’t his actual office more of a glorified storage closet- and you overheard a small bit of their conversation.

“Can you just please give me his number?”

You could tell what Tonys’ face looked like just from his tone “mmmm… not until you tell me why you’ve changed your mind, was it because of a certain someone? Or a few too many drinks?”

“Fine. I had too many drinks last night and I said alot of things I didn’t mean, now can you please give me his number?” You felt your heart fold in on itself. You didn’t think she could have meant what she said but hearing the confirmation from the source itself hurt just as much as her saying it straight to your face. You felt your eyes begin to sting with tears and suddenly you heard Bruces voice call out to you. You froze in place and quickly looked back to the open door that led to the two. They were already to the door when you turned around to walk away. Again like last night you ignored the calls from Wanda to make you stop.

Walking down the hallway as fast as you can you came to a stop as you got to the two double doors of the training room. You went in and immediately got to punching the life out of the reinforced bag. Letting out the sadness and frustration you felt. You hit the bag over and over again. You felt your knuckles burn as you made contact. You didn’t hear the doors open and you didn’t hear the steps that made their way to you. It wasn’t until red covered the bag and stopped it in motion. You turned around with anger and were met with last person you wanted to see for a moment. The two of you stood there silent with tension as sharp as a blade. It only began to falter when your breathing began to flow down. Your mind returned to its pervious state and you let the hurt hit your face. You knew you were blame but you couldn’t help the pain that filled you.

“I remember last night…” tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Do you?” She looked at you with sympathy and guilt. “Yeah…” this should have released some of the pain that you were holding in. “Did you mean what you said? -last night, that you don’t wanna be friends?” She took a step forward closer and you only stayed in place. You nodded your head, it felt like this was going in a direction that you had feared. “Yeah… did you mean what you said to Tony? Did you mean what you said last night?” tears slowly ran down your cheek. This time you took a step forward. “Do you really think I’d have better luck?” she nodded and you two became as close as you did the night before. You could feel her heartbeat with the close proximity, you felt her take your hand in hers.

“Do know what my type is?...” she leaned in and spoke softly “it’s you, and only you” She closed the distance between the two of you. You felt yourself lean in and you shared a tender and soft kiss. It was full of emotion and everything you wanted to say to her.

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I hope you enjoyed it and I want you to know I put a lot of though into this and I do think it could be improved a lot and I hope someday I can do that for you!

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Punk Nun

Power bottom nun!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The pretty nun named Wanda ended up with you…

Warnings: no specified gender but reader is AMAB, VERY little plot, mostly smut MINORS DNI, strong language, some angst Ig but hopeful ending.

A/N: I’m back and posting this to proof that visiting Santa Monica Pier at night changes a person lol anyways sorry if it isn’t the best but hope you enjoy it. Also, art not mine so credit to the original artist.

Who would have thought?

"I'm eager to see what's under that habit." You eyed up the horny nun as your wish to see her nude body grew more and more with each second, along with the need to touch her.

That pretty innocent-looking nun with short strawberry blonde hair that had crossed a few glances with you on the few times you did attend church would end up in your room—sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.

It happened too fast. You heard a knock on your door, and Wanda stood there, perplexing you. When you thought she would read the Bible to you, she pushed past you with the excuse of wanting to talk to you like you had offered last time. Things went up from there, so you just chalked it up to 'fate.'

A low moan left the nun's mouth, seeing as you removed your black shirt, exposing your bare torso to her. She looked attentively at your body. Looks like your build was eye candy for her.

"I promise to let you touch." You said as Wanda shifted her attention to you. "But for now, you're in my house, so we'll do a ritual." With that, you walked out of the room. The words that had come out of your mouth had only elevated her sensation of need between her legs.

A sin? Yes. An unforgivable one for sure. She had made her vows to the church. But it wasn't her fault. Wanda never wanted to be part of that. Before, she was a typical teen with dreams and aspirations like many others. But one day, her parents told her they had chosen her life path. Why? Because they had some dream that Wanda would become a nexus being that would destroy everything. Pure nonsense, she always thought. Her biggest regret is that she never fought against her parents' decision.

It didn't matter anymore because she was with you now, and no one could stop her.

Wanda removed her loafers before you came back into the room. Carrying a bottle of red wine, you walked towards her and gently laid the bottle on the bed. She couldn't resist having you so close and lifted her hand and ran it over your abdomen. A low gasp left your mouth at her gentle touch.

"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" You grabbed a part of the fabric of her habit. "Help me a bit." Wanda raised her arms, letting you gently pull it off her, exposing her beautiful body that was only covered by her black panties. Only Wanda's perky tits were exposed but adorned with a silver cross pendant that hung from a matching necklace. From her face down, she was worthy of being described as a goddess.

"The real sin is having you wear this, which doesn't allow me to see such beauty." You lusted, tossing the habit away, and instead reached for her soft breast, caressing them to feel their softness, making her breathing hitched when you rubbed your thumb on her perky tit. "I will have to include this in my thesis now." You teased, squeezing her breast.

"Oh, you're a priest now?" Wanda asked in a challenging tone, pushing your hands off her bust.

Cheeky. Despite not speaking much, Wanda announced she was not as innocent as she looked.

"I ain't no Martin Luther." You grinned, lightly pushing her against the bed and crawling on top of her. "But I'll gladly be your punk monk, my dear punk nun."

You planted your lips on hers as Wanda gave you access to her mouth. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was swirling with yours. It was noticeable how it wasn't her first "steamy" makeout. How her hands ran from your hair to your back demonstrated how much she wanted this as much as you did. Her soft hands made her touch unique.

You parted your lips from hers and rested them on the tip of her ear.

"I'm going to begin my ritual." A low moan escaped Wanda's mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm breath next to her ear.

You got off Wanda and kneeled beside her on the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it quickly. You offered her the bottle first, which she grabbed without hesitation. It was her favorite, after all. The nun took a deep sip of it and handed it back.

She laid back down at your instruction, letting you do as you pleased with her now. You ran your hand through her soft abdomen, preparing to give her the unexpected.

You lifted the wine bottle and tilted it towards her, pouring some of the wine on her belly button. Wanda jolted and let out a high-pitched hiss at the feeling of the cool liquid making contact with her skin.

"It's okay, beauty. You're okay." You comforted the nun. Her glare softened once she heard your words.

When the naughty nun was relaxed again, you lowered your head into her abdomen and sucked the wine that had stained her skin. Some breathy moans left her mouth as you sucked the red wine on her skin, especially at the sensitivity of her stomach. Groans left your mouth at the feeling of her warm skin. You sucked and even licked her skin until there was no trace of any liquid ever being there.

Your hand made contact with her black panties, making your cock twitch when you felt how drenched in her arousal fluids they were. The touch of your fingers on the cotton fabric that separates you from her entrance was enough to make her moan.

"Hurry the fuck up." Wanda cried when you teased her by rubbing your fingers on the fabric.

"What would your fellow sisters say with that vocabulary of yours?" You grabbed her panties from the waist and gently pulled them off her.

"I don't know. You're the one who is said not to worry about what other people say." Wanda raised her legs to assist you in removing her panties.

You passed your fingers on the top of her exposed entrance that was glistening with her wetness. Wanda mouthed a moan. "Nice to know that you do listen to me." You remarked.

Wanda moaned as you rubbed her entrance. "Fuck." She Let out when you started rubbing her clit followed by other curse words. Shaking her legs at the sensation. Her losing control gave you ideas. Without warning, you inserted two fingers into her entrance. Her sudden gasp turned into repeated moans when you started pumping your fingers into her fast. "Just like that." She begged, feeling you increase your pace. "Cum for me, nun." You groaned, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers, followed by a loud moan of hers and then the feeling of her warm fluids coming out of her pussy, getting all over your hand and staining the bed.

You brought your hand up to you and licked off her cum, savoring the taste.

You unbuckle your belt and slide off your jeans, accompanied by your boxers. Finally, let out your hardened cock, twitching at the thought of being inside Wanda.

"Show me how much you wanted this." You lay in the bed, inviting the sex-starved nun to get on top of you. She crawled on top of you, her legs on each side of your thighs. "I'll make you lose control." She smirked, looking down at you. Her confidence in her voice piqued your curiosity and even increased your need for her. "Show, not tell." You countered, also smirking and running your hand through her legs.

Letting out a low moan when you felt her soft hand grabbed your hardened cock and gave it a few slow strokes before aligning it with her entrance. She kept looking down, breathing out moans when she rubbed your tip with her slit and slowly took your whole length. "Ahh." Similar moans and some groans came out of your and Wanda's mouths as she felt your length go deeper while you felt her wet walls around your cock. You melted at the unknown energy she had. Almost as if it was another person.

You were left in a trance as you felt her soft, warm walls surrounding your cock that you overlooked when she bent down to whisper in your ear. "Let me know if you can't handle it." You weren't able to process her words once she started rocking back and forth on your cock at a slow pace to accustom to your size.

"You're a demon in disguise, huh?" You groaned at her sensual actions. Wanda placed her hands on your chest. "Let's find out." She started moving at a faster pace, waves of pleasure going through both your bodies. Wanda whimpered as she repeatedly sank into your cock. The view it gave you was mesmerizing as the way her breasts bounced, which impulsed you into grabbing them again. Kneading and teasing her perked nipples. "Keep going." She encouraged you in a breathy voice, inviting you to do more with her.

Wanting more of her body, your hands left her breast and, out of instinct, reached for her ass and held her with a tight grip stopping her movements.

"You might hurt me," Wanda teased in a raspy voice between breaths, coming to a stop and having an idea of what you were about to do. "Too late to back out now." You stretched her bum a bit before and, with no warning, pumped your cock as deeply as possible into her needy pussy. The noises of your hips hitting hers just right were barely audible as the repeated moans were louder. You continued until another sexy idea popped into your mind.

Out of nowhere, you turned her over and pinned her down on the bed without pulling out of the pretty nun. She yelped at the sudden action and breathed a bit to regain herself. Your eyes locked with hers; she was panting, sweat rolling down her face. Despite your initial thought, she wasn't amused. "You love being deep inside me." She muttered, making you lose any sense of control you had left in you.

You began moving your hips, pushing your cock deep in Wanda as much as you could at a pace that even made the bed creak. Wanda's hands gripped your biceps tightly as you started hitting the right spot. The sound of her moans and skin-to-skin contact pushed you to increase your pace; at the same time, her nails started digging into your skin; you were too lost in the pleasure even to notice it.

The good sensation of her walls clenching on you announced what was coming, so you didn't stop. You wanted to feel every last bit of her like she did of you. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan as you felt her warm juices fall on your cock, announcing her release of pleasure that you had helped build up. You stayed there on top of her, still hard, waiting for her to regain her breath. Needless to say that you were euphoric to release as well, which led you to pull out of her gently, and after giving yourself a few strokes, you reached your high as thick ropes of your cum landed just outside Wanda's entrance and her inner thighs. You Guessed this was the closest to getting to heaven as you can get.

"Fuck.. that was.. was great." Wanda panted, looking up to see you trying to smile while you regained your breath, then gently moved off her to lay beside her. You would follow up on what she said, but she stood up and went to the bathroom. "You alright?" You asked, concerned that you might have hurt her with your roughness. But again, no response from her.

You got up and followed her into the bathroom after sliding on your boxers, where Wanda had gotten one of your towels to clean herself up. You stood there waiting for her to acknowledge you, but she did not react as if you weren't there. You sighed before taking the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence. "Hey." You spoke almost like a middle schooler talking with their crush for the first time.

The nun stopped her actions, looking down after finally acknowledging you. Wanda sighed and looked back up at the mirror in front. "It's just," She gritted her teeth. "Fuck," She muttered, letting the towel hit the floor. "I have to return to my boring life as a nun." Her words expressed impotence and frustration.

You stayed quiet, imagining Wanda's daily torment of being somewhere she didn't want. A literal place that can be a dream killer. Well, you didn't have to. Living in the same old boring town took away your will to live mentally. But it was nothing compared to what Wanda has been through.

"Maybe you don't have to, Wanda," You picked up the towel and put it around Wanda's shoulder to cover her. Your words made her look at you with curiosity and perhaps a bit of hope, which she needed at this time. "Why don't we leave this shitty place together?" You offered, as shock and confusion plastered on her face.

"What do you mean?" She asked, still trying to understand what you had said.

"Fuck whatever we have here. Let's leave somewhere else where we can be ourselves and leave all this behind." You said as you realized what some of her concerns could be. Also, the fact that you barely knew each other. "There is no easy way to explain, but just think about it."

Wanda said nothing but was attentive to your words. She said nothing at first, but the smile that started to creep on her face was enough to confirm that she had already made her decision, and it would be one that would change something for both.

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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #1 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — I thought that this idea would be my smut ice breaker after it popped into my head when listening to some music. I have written smut before but it's been a while, especially in a form for others to read; so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty. This isn't exactly tied to anything particular regarding either Habits or Convict, but you may interpret this x reader however you wish. Have fun with the oneshot! I've tried to keep this as both descriptive and gender neutral as possible, but it may not be as on par with people who have become well accustomed to writing gn smut.

WORD COUNT — 4.2k

READER DISCRETION — Enemies to lovers trope — profanity — wounded reader, mention of scars and blood — semi dom! Wanda and sub! reader & reversal — smut 18+, minors DNI** — angry/aggressive sex — dry humping — bondage — hinted breeding kink — semi-clothed sex — fingering and mouth oral receiving (Wanda recieving) — Wanda is just a tease to reader — maybe dubious consent? (I feel like I should put this in here, just to be safe) — minor choking — talk of marking — potential grammar and punctuation errors — I think that's it?

SUMMARY — Of course this had to happen right before this mission. Wanda Maximoff had to pry inside your mind, searching for who knows what, the little witch did this to you. And now you will cash in on your promise - your one and only warning to her if she ever fucked with your mind: that you'll be a wolf at her door. Little do you know that you're a wolf walking into a trap.

‘Fucking dammit!’

You cringe to hide the snarl snaking up your throat, your palm harshly pressing into the bullet wound at your shoulder. A real fucking close call this time and all because of her. Yes, everything would have been fine had Wanda not pried into your mind, invaded the personal sanctity of your thoughts.

But no. No, she had to just take a little peek didn’t she? And because of that, your mind was elsewhere - distracted - and your cover was blown before you could get the information you needed. In short, the mission was a complete fucking bust. Your report will undoubtedly be met by less than impressed superiors. When they brought you on, they expected the job done.

It was your way to operate. You always got the job done successfully. Has Wanda purposely sabotaged you? Is that her goal?

You’re planning to confront her on the matter right now. You had stumbled all the way back to the compound because the car you took there was blown to pieces when you were compromised. Tony wasn’t going to be very pleased about that either. Shit, it’s like she’s trying to get everyone against you.

‘Who does she think she is? Fucking me over like this!’

You enter the compound, the main level vacant except the night shift receptionist. She glances up at you and the sheer gasp of horror from her, you point a finger at her. “I’m fucking fine,” you snarl as you strut past her. Your hand leaves your shoulder to the large cut across your stomach. You allow a pained whimper to escape when you enter the privacy of the elevator to take you up to your chosen floor.

Your ears ring in the deafening silence, breath fast paced and light. The wounds were of no dire measure to pay a trip to the medical ward. They only fuelled your anger towards Wanda. Ever since you first joined the team, Wanda always had a way to test your limits and push your buttons.

It was just a common sight to see you both butting heads, whether that was during missions or at the compound. You both were always at each other, hackles raised and snarky comments. Of course, what was your conflict but a cover up to fatal attraction? That was the running theory of your fellow teammates, anyway. Never would you admit anything to them in any case.

Wanda was a pain in your arse as much as you were a mongrel to her.

Ah, that word: mongrel. Wanda favoured the use of that word for you. It was her name for you. The way you feel the fur beneath your skin bristle each time she calls you that is the reason why you now have to wear a shock collar. Anytime that the device would detect your body’s indicating factors of shifting, the shock would startle you and evade the transformation.

Was it humane? No, not really. But did it give Wanda the power to only torment you further without repercussions? You fucking bet it did.

The elevator pings and the doors open with a faint whoosh as you arrive on your floor. You immediately make your way towards her dormitory, which by incident, is temporarily yours as well.

There was a small situation last week that left your own dormitory in such a wreck that Tony had you bunk with Wanda until he could fix and reinstate stronger materials to withstand your rage episodes.

And you have only one person to blame for that particular incident.

Your fist pounds on the door enough to shake it against the hinges. Your key didn’t work. She had the security chain engaged to keep you out. You can hear her inside, her voice is soft and fuck, if it didn’t aggravate you anymore than you already were it surely made something in your abdomen twitch and churn.

‘That little–’

“Wanda!” you bark behind bared teeth, fangs pronounced in the mix of your frustration, you pound on the door again. “Open this fucking door, now!”

After a moment, and she was taking her time, you can hear the leisurely patter of her feet as she opens the door for you. She stands before you and the scent hits you. For a few seconds it disorientates you, you huff to regain control of your senses.

“You fucking bitch,” you rasp, voice laced with your utter disdain for the woman who stood in your way; blocking your path.

Her eyes were smirking first before the corner of her lips twitched into position. “How was the mission, mongrel?”

“A bust, thanks to you.” You growl down at her as you brush beside her to let yourself in. She closes and locks the door.

“Why’d you do it, Wanda?” You watch her as she walks past you. When she doesn’t answer, you snatch hold of her wrist as you ask her again, tone far more venomous than before.

“I didn’t do anything.” She pulls her wrist from your grip and continues on her merry way.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, witch! You did it on purpose, I know you did.” You point at her accusingly, the shake in your arm causes a streak of pain to shoot through your shoulder and you yelp. You press a blood stained glove to it again, teeth clenched hard that your jaw flexes.

Wanda holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Right, blame me, of course that’s the logical thing to do. You just can’t admit that you failed to do the job.”

That’s struck a deep nerve because you’re pulled away from your original plan to grab a glass and your whiskey and head for the shower. Instead, you engage Wanda. Your hands encircle her wrists and the entirety of your body pins her against the back of the couch.

The aftershock of the collar is a distant sting in the heat of the moment. Wanda is close, so close against you that with a breathy intake of air, her breasts push up into your ribcage. She eyes the vibrant hue of your glowing eyes.

Still, she silently denies she had anything to do with it. Did she do it on purpose? You have to know.

“You– you read my fucking mind, Maximoff!” you hiss your accusation, “I told you to keep your magic away from there, but no, you had to go poking around.”

Your hands move to grip her forearms and for the first time ever, she flinches. Your breath hitches in your throat and the glow dissipates from your eyes.

There was much more you wanted to say. But the way her body flinched beneath your iron grip, how for a sliver of a second you swear you saw the ember of fear. Did you really scare her?

But then why did she smell like that?

‘Fuck, she smells like…’

With a deep breath through your nose, you lean forward until your lips brush the shell of her ear. “Stay out of my head, Maximoff.”

‘No.’

The glow returns to your eyes and the urge to shift right there crawls beneath, it feels like your skin is on fire. The collar whirrs in warning to keep your transformation at bay, lest you need another shocking reminder.

“Wanda–”

“So you’re really going to ignore the fact you heard me moaning your name before?” You hear the challenge in her light, accented voice.

The animalistic growl in your throat ceases immediately, eyes wide and despite your dominating position, you feel like the one under her. She smirks again. “Come on, what’s wrong?”

She arches her neck - baring it to you - as she tries to press her lips to your own ear. She whispers with a sultry purr. “Don’t you want to mark me anymore, Wolf?”

Now it was your turn to be the one that flinches. Why is she doing this?

You retract yourself swiftly as if she caused you some semblance of physical pain that made you release her. In some form, she did. That pang of arousal deep within you begins to awaken and you don’t like the smug look on her face as she sits herself up.

She tries to act cute and innocent when she is anything but that. But her eyes compel you with the flutter of her dark lashes. Was she casting a spell on you?

You back off slowly, eyes trained on her as she takes one step forward. Then another. And another few after that. You watch her hand gingerly play with the tight knot of her short, silky bathrobe. Only now did you realise exactly how short it was on her, the hem of it grazing just above the middle of her thighs. No wonder her scent was so strong, there were barely any layers to conceal it.

She wanted this to happen.

“You know what they say about us,” she tries but you’re quick to shut it down. “There is nothing between us.” Your conviction is absolute on the matter. Even if there was a hint of attraction towards the woman in front of you, surely the others would have something to say about it; all of which would disapprove. You’d not gained a wisdom linking you to your supposed mate which gave you ample opportunity to sleep with whoever and however many you wanted.

But you never did. You continue to stare at Wanda, unblinking with a narrowed gaze. She shakes her head. Of course, she isn’t going to take your word for it easily. No, like always, she would fight you over it.

“But you want there to be.” She sounds so sure of herself. She is still stalking towards you. When did you become a prey and her the hunter? You give no response and this only gives her more power to do as she sees fit.

“If it weren’t for that collar around your neck, you would have me bent over the couch right now.” You hold a hand out as you call for her to stop. She halts in her advance, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. She flutters those lashes again and your breath feels heavy, swollen because of your conflicted arousal and confusion.

“That is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?”

“I said stop,” you warn, slowly lowering your hand, “whatever you’re playing at right now, I want no part.” You see her lips fall open as she offers a toothy grin. “I’m just trying to understand why you fight this.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” you say quickly with a shake of your head. “No?” she purrs lowly with a quirk of her brow. Shrugging, she raises a hand up. “Then you won’t fight this.”

The ambient glow of her magic orbits around her hand as she swipes her arm to the side. Your brows furrow and mouth falls agape, the clicking of your belt looped around your tactical pants is quick before the strap of leather is flying to the side, to some forgotten corner of the common area.

Your eyes that bore witness to your belt coming undone fly up to meet Wanda’s, a protest on the tip of your tongue, you’re stopped short when you’re knocked back. Your arse, which you expect to get planted on the floor, is instead caught by one of the dining table’s chairs. Your arms are restrained by her magic to keep them pinned behind you.

“W-Wanda, what are you–”

She shushes you while she catches up to you, her steps slow and methodical. Her stare penetrates the darkest recess of your soul and you recoil beneath it. The pain of your wounds as they begin their process of healing are long forgotten now. You have other things to worry about, how much Wanda actually knows about you and what she intends to do with you.

“I want you to admit it,” she hums in a low whisper that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. She was playing on your fantasies. The fucking witch.

“Admit what?” You force the words out through the biting of your clenched jaws.

“That there is something between us. That each time we fight it’s because we’re denying that attraction. That the wolf needs me to satiate its appetite because we both know I am the only thing that can.”

Wanda stands between the gap of your spread legs, she swipes her hand quickly and the lapels of your coat and tactical vest are torn open by the will of her magic. You exhale sharply, a growl pulling through your teeth as you glare at Wanda between the narrowed slits of your eyes. She drinks in the sight of your bare chest before her, the way each of the muscles flex beneath the skin, the heat of your body practically rising off your skin like hot springs. The red streaks of blood from your wound peeking out just beneath the fabric of your gear.

“Wanda.” You’re panting now, anger turned into the vulnerability that was your aroused state of mind.

That was why you never gave into those temptations. Why you dismiss that flirtatious bartender at every turn whenever she sees you in that bar, why those who have asked for your number, you give them either the number of some Chinese takeout restaurant or even one of your teammates.

The threat of such vulnerability and intimacy was too great of a target on your back. She moves to straddle your lap, hands pressed to your exposed chest.

“Admit it,” she says again and you snarl at her. “Never! There’s nothing to admit!”

She giggles then and rolls her hips forward and down against your crotch.

“F-fuck!” you stutter, your arms and chest strain forward but Wanda has you contained. Trapped. Like some common dog. A mongrel.

“Still nothing between us?” she asks, voice laden with a soft whimper, her purpose is to make you crack; to give in and admit to everything she knows. As if lying would spurn her when she knows the truth.

Why does she want you to admit it so badly? Because she wants to torment you, it’s so simple.

“N-no,” you grunt only to hiss beneath your breath when she rolls her hips again, this time with more pressure. You swear you feel the pulsing of her clit against the coarse fabric of your pants.

You do all you can to refrain from bucking your hips or else you were done for.

“So you mean to tell me that you haven’t fantasised about…,” she trails off with a pout of her lips, feigning that innocent look of contemplation. “For fuck’s sake,” you drawl as your head falls back.

She’s killing you. Slowly but surely she is killing you.

She continues, “being out here in the kitchen, late at night, drinking your whiskey alone before I come out here in a short, little bathrobe…”

‘Oh… fuck.’

That was a recent fantasy.

Her fingers drag down the ravine of your heated skin on show for her to then fiddle with the two threads that held her bathrobe together. “Wearing this?” You shouldn’t have looked but fucking hell, you were always the a little too curious for your own good.

She’s tugged the knot loose and lets the silky fabric roll off her shoulders and down to her elbows. If this was all to be considered as some strange, aroused induced coincidence then that is out the window now. Because there is no fucking way she knew to pick a lingerie set in your favourite colour.

You tilt your chin toward her only slightly and let your glowing eyes take in her form. The moment she arches her neck the slightest is when you lose it.

You lunge your neck forward, your canines bared and at the ready to mark the junction between neck and shoulder, to litter her neck with dark bruises so she wouldn’t be able to hide them. But you’re stopped short yet again in your advance. Her magic prevents you, mere inches away. To top it all off, she chuckles.

She’s cracked you.

You growl, the sound husky and deep in your chest.

“Fucking– let me–” Your muscles strain and flex as you fight the barrier of her magic to no avail. She tuts you softly, moving herself slightly forward so that her arms push her breasts up to elevate her cleavage to become more pronounced. Damn her. She continues to roll her hips in a slowed motion, riding you out into your confession.

“Shall I continue?”

“No!” The single word sends a thrilling chill down her spine. “Then admit it.”

“No,” you answer again, this time with a more levelled tone.

Her fingers move to the fly of your pants as you let out a confused whine as she loosens them slightly. Her palm presses flush against the junction between your thighs and you moan. And that sound is the most exquisite sound Wanda has ever heard you make. For a battle-hardened wolf, wild and untamed and a proven danger to the public, nobody would suspect that you were capable of such noises. But Wanda knew.

Her palm is small in comparison to you, and as much force as she uses now there is a level of delicacy she retains. Your resolve is crumbling quickly. You jolt forward again with your mouth ajar to mark her but she stops you and arches back.

“Let me have you!”

“I’ll let you have me, play out all your little fantasies with me. But I want you to indulge in mine, first. So… admit it and I’m all yours.”

Was she fucking serious? This is her fantasy? Well, you never expected her to be into something like this. “Ah, fuck…” She hears your mumbling, any moment now you are about to surrender.

She just needs to push that last little bit.

“Just think about it, Wolf,” she whispers, lips dancing over yours, one of her hands placing a single finger between your lips to keep them from meeting. “I’m all yours if you just say it. Tell me what I want to hear, and you can have your little midnight snack right here. You can have me over the couch, in the shower and in your bed until the tousled sheets smell of nothing but sex.”

Fuck, where did she learn to talk so filthy?

“I can’t,” you say behind a heavy pant. She whines quietly in your ear as her other hand that’s palming you stops, but her hips continue to roll against that sensitive region. At this point, you’re chasing your climax right there. Who knows if she will keep to her word after she indulges in her twisted fantasy.

You shift your eyes to watch her hand that rests between your bodies and you almost lose yourself to your high. Her hand dips beneath the lacey fabric of her lingerie, her fingers sliding over her folds and thumb rolling her clit in circles; all of which is left to the beauty of your imagination.

“Wanda, don’t test me!” Your words are a command; a warning that she doesn’t heed. “But this is a test.” Your brows furrow, confusion etched into your face. “To see if you can be broken in.”

Was that all you were to her? Something to be broken in?

She begins to make those sounds again. The same chorus of moans and pleas with your name as a choked gasp on the edge of her vocals. You overheard her masturbating when you first banged on the door to be let in.

And she was doing it to the thought of you.

“Wanda!” you hiss, your hips finally buck up to meet the hunger of her own that roll with such fervour, you believe she was so close to getting off right there in your lap. “Y/N, oh f-fuck, Y/N!” she gasps out, “right there, just like that– oh shit!”

“Fuck, I admit it!”

Everything stops all at once and your chest heaves numerous times. The air is thick to your lungs and each intake makes you feel like you’re drowning more than anything. Wanda stares at you, silently, her eyes searching yours when you finally look back at her beneath that wolfish glare. How that stare made her wet in her panties every time.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You scowl at her teasing words. The moment you feel her magic cease is when you pin her against the dining table behind her. She props herself up on her elbows, the loose fabric of her robe still clinging to her form but she was exposed in that cute lingerie set.

Like a hungry wolf, your tongue licks over your teeth and along the top of your lips. You groan as her aroused scent wafts up, the smell irresistible.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” She chuckles beneath her airy breaths. “It was the only way to get you to confess.”

Your hand clasps hold of her throat. Oh, how you love the look of fear and lust on her face all at once. It was a sight only you would get to see. “And I have a million ways to ruin you,” you growl lowly, “now you’re in my fantasy, Maximoff and if you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into by letting the wolf at your door inside, then you know I’m always rough.”

“I’m counting on it,” she wheezes behind the firm pressure you apply to her throat. “Good. Now keep them spread, Maximoff or you’ll learn what rough is real quick.”

She does as you say and spreads her legs open and you sink to your knees, even then given your height difference, you are at perfect level with her soaked cunt, the large, dark patch evident of how badly she wanted this all along. This whole time.

Your clawed fingers none too gently rip the panties aside, fabric tearing from the sheer force of it. Wanda’s hands find themselves clenching fistfuls of your hair, tugging you in closer with a needy whimper of your name.

Her legs hook over your shoulders, mewling when you pepper her inner thighs with kisses and playful bites with your sharp canines, a rumble of a groan reverberating between her legs causes her to quiver. “Y/N, please!” she pleads.

“Ooh, what’s this?” you chuckle, “don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll give you a taste.”

You slide a finger past her slick folds, her walls tighten around your single digit. You groan when her moan makes her pussy clench your finger tighter. “Shit, Wanda, I’ve barely done a thing yet.”

“Then do something!” she hisses and you give her that same, wolfish glare. “D-don’t look at me like– ahh!”

She is at your mercy now when you begin thrusting your finger back and forth, soon adding another two through the folds. She whines and moans, cursing your name and praising your work. When you pull your now slick covered fingers from her pussy, she tries to protest but the replacement is swift; and in her lust-ridden opinion, far better. Her eyes roll back and she lays flat on her back against the table as your tongue laps at her cunt, tip teasing the bud of nerves. You growl again and fuck, if she didn’t make the sexiest, neediest sound ever at that. You continue with what’s working at getting your little witch off. Her breath comes in short pants and her legs quiver as they move to circle around your head. Her fingers curl tighter against your roots as she chokes out, “I-I’m cum–cumming!”

You purr against the flood of her orgasm, lapping her divine juices up with your tongue. She breathes heavily for a moment in regaining her composure. You pull your head, albeit, struggling to pry her hands and legs from around you, you crash your lips against hers. The kiss is passionate, fuelled by hunger shared by both parties. Her mouth invites you and you gladly force your tongue past her parted lips, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

You rut your hips between her still spread legs and they envelop you, encouraging the rocking motion with eagerness. “I still fucking hate that you read my mind and all,” you mumble into the kiss.

‘Even when I say that I've also thought about carrying your pups?’

Your smirk with a coarse chuckle, dark in its intentions and your eyes glow that colour that brings Wanda to her knees. “Naughty witch, don’t test me there. Those will be my pups you're swollen with.”

She tilts her head again but this time, you see no intent to tease in her eyes. No intent to…

“This isn’t a test.”

Fucking hell, that wolfish smirk of yours could make anyone wet at the drop of a hat. Too bad for others, because Wanda had you wrapped around her witchy, little finger that danced with magic.

Magic that just so happens to unlock the shackle around your neck. Well, the wolf at the door is now off its chain.

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