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charturnus · 1 year

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Diversionary Tactics pt. 1

Ships: Wanda x Female!Reader - Natasha x Female!Reader

a/n: For Magda, here's to your 25th, and another year of growth, happiness, laughter, and love. I would have given you the world, but you won't let me so here is some smut instead. I'm so grateful to be your friend, and I cannot wait to watch you grow in the next year. Remember that I love you to the moon and to Saturn. @stonemags you did ask me to post it at the end of the day, doesn't get more the end of the day than a few minutes before midnight.

Summary: Everybody is pretty sure you're on a path to destroying yourself. You're pretty sure all you want is your strap down Wanda's throat. Opinions differ.

Warnings: 18+, top!reader, bottom!Wanda, face fucking, throat bulge, strap on, degradation, honorifics, vaginal sex, self loathing, angst. No beta we die like men.

Word count: 5k

‘’Alright kids, now remember, stick to plan,’’ Tony says severely, rising from his seat on the quinjet, ‘’no improv, no games, no funny business.’’ His eyes sweep across the room, and I feel his gaze lingering on me. I don’t look at him, instead pretending to be very interested in the map of the hydra base we’re about to invade. ‘’I want you all back here safe and sound, ready to be tucked in by Rogers and Hill at the end of the day, capiche?’’ From my periphery, I’ve been watching him move closer and closer, but now I can no longer feign ignorance. I look up slightly, Tony in his shiny red and gold suit, ready to close the armour over his face. When he speaks, it sounds like he’s addressing the whole group, but his eyes are locked firmly onto mine.’’

‘’And remember, don’t play the hero.’’

***

One by one, my colleagues jump from the jet, after they don their suits, and grab their parachutes if necessary. I watch as Steve checks Sam’s suit before allowing him to jump. Sam has barely disappeared from view before Tony grabs me by the scruff of my neck, pulling me away from the opening in the floor.

‘’Why aren’t you in your suit?’’ Annoyed, I bat his hand away, my bone hits the metal of his armour, and pain shoots up my arm, but I fight to keep my expression neutral. ‘’It’s not really my style, you know, with all that colour.’’ I’m well aware that I’m being difficult, but I can’t put a stop to it. I’m so exhausted that I’m ready to burn a whole city to the ground, myself along with it. The suit is incredible, but also flashy and extremely heavy. And maybe I enjoy making things harder than they need to be, so what? Tony stares at me incredulously, before turning to Steve as if to check if he heard my comment too. Steve just holds up his hands in defeat, ‘’I’m not getting caught up in this, Tony, handle it yourself.’’

Coward.

‘’Not your-’’ Tony halts, breathing sharply in utter annoyance, ‘’you know people have committed murder to get a hold of one of my suits.’’

‘’I’ll pour one out for them.’’

‘’Romanoff, help me, before I duct tape the kid to the wall,’’ Tony grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose with his shining red fingers. The last thing I need right now is Nat with her lectures about what’s good for me, and while I know she means well, and I love her so much, I want nothing more than for her to just shut up. Both of them, actually.

Before she gets a chance to speak, I hold up a finger in the air. ‘’Actually, you know, this thing has been really bothering me lately.’’ Nat looks genuinely interested and concerned, and I almost feel bad for fucking with her. ‘’There’s this little bone in your jaw, apparently, I never knew about it before.’’ I use my fingers to pretend like I’m looking for something in my jaw. ‘’There,’’ I say, stopping near where my wisdom teeth once sat. ‘’Can you feel that?’’ Nat goes along with it, trying to mimic where I’ve placed my own fingers. ‘’I think I can feel something, yeah.’’

‘’Yeah, right there. Turns out, that bone allows you to shut the fuck up.’’

Both of them look furious, and I decide that this is my cue to get out. I hold up my hands in an imitation of Steve, walking backwards like I’m retreating and admitting my defeat. The parachutes are now right behind me, ready to be snatched up by my willing hands.

‘’Nat, I love you, I really do. And I respect the hell out of you, Tony, but it’s not going to happen.’’ Quick as a flash, my fingers secure one of the chutes, and with two quick steps, I’m at the edge of the open floor. ‘’I don’t need your suit, I’m feeling brave.’’

Nat and Steve both dive at me, but I’m too fast for them, letting myself fall backwards into the open sky.

Falling…

***

The fight was a disaster, to say the least. The mission was accomplished, but barely. Clint and Bucky both got wounded pretty badly, and everyone else has seen better days. I myself would have been crushed to death along with Peter and Natasha if Wanda hadn’t kept the bricks from falling just long enough so that we could make a quick escape. Still, one of the Hydra agents got me in the head with the but of his gun, causing blood to stream copiously from the wound, coating my face. I shot him in the foot for his trouble, though.

Tony has called us all to the medical bay, no doubt to lecture us all on our performance. Even I can’t find a reason not to obey this command, so I slow down my pace deliberately in order to fall behind the group.

Jumping from the jet without my suit wasn’t my best idea, but I made it to the ground in one piece. The landing was rough, though, and I seriously hurt my left leg in the process. My knee and ankle are still killing me now, but I try not to show too much of it. The injury seriously impedes my ability to run, slowing me down enough to be an easy target for the hydra agents. Nat and Tony had to save my ass more than once, and the thought of facing them after that show I put on in the jet is beyond embarrassing.

I need some way to recover from this bruise on my ego. I wouldn’t say I have a God complex per se, but I put a lot of stock in my fighting ability, and my performance today was severely lacking. I need a reminder that this is not who I am.

Instantly, my eyes find Wanda in the group of people walking ahead of me.

It’s almost accidental. Almost.

Her hair is in a ponytail, and she looks to be amongst one of the most unscathed team members. Wanda’s magic has been growing incredibly strong recently, and she most certainly doesn’t need a suit to keep herself safe. Still, her attitude doesn’t reflect her powers. In battle, Wanda is fierce, throwing around grown men like they’re rag dolls. Back at the compound, it is she who prefers to be thrown around like a rag doll.

I think that’s just what I need. Wanda gagging on my cock so loudly that the voice in my head calling me a failure finally shuts up.

‘’Hey,’’ Peter calls from behind me, breaking me away from the images in my head. The poor kid looks pretty beaten up, but he’s smiling in spite of it all. ‘’That was a tough one, huh? I almost thought Mr Stark was gonna call off the whole mission.’’ Peter’s limping, his right leg clearly too tender to stand on. My own leg feels like absolute hell, but I can’t let Pete struggle his way over to the med bay without help. ‘’Yeah, it was a tough one for sure. You got your leg hurt? Here, let me help.’’ I scoop one of his arms over my shoulder, helping him take some weight off of his leg. In turn, that puts extra weight onto mine, sending tendrils of pain shooting up all the way to my hip. This is no time for weakness, though, no time for pain or tears. I just grit my teeth and help Peter over to a bed in the medical bay, while he chats to me about how he saw a guy’s shoes get blown off his feet by the force of an explosion created by Strange.

To everybody’s surprise, and horror, it isn’t Tony giving us the lecture. Once we’re all grouped in the medical bay, surrounding our hurt team members in their beds, Maria Hill emerges from the side entrance of the bay. Behind me, I hear Scott curse, and Peter gives me a concerned look from where he’s sitting with his leg elevated.

‘’She looks really mad,’’ Wanda whispers, and a few of us who heard look over to where she stands with her back to the wall, nervously picking at the hem of her dress. Wanda is always so self-assured in battle, making seasoned warriors lose their minds with her magic. But out here it’s like she draws into herself completely, always needing reassurance and protection.

So, naturally, I go to her. Compared to me, Wanda looks like she just got out of a spa. There isn’t a spot of blood or dirt on her. Her knees are dusty, and she has a scrape on her forehead, but there’s no sign of it breaking the skin badly enough to actually release any blood. She’s just a little dusty. Meanwhile, the whole right side of my face and hair are covered in my own blood. Head wounds always bleed like they’re going to end your life, even if they’re not so serious. This one certainly doesn’t feel too bad, but that might be the adrenaline talking.

‘’You’re okay, dove.’’ I tell her, ‘’Hill might be mad, but she didn’t see what it was like out there. And besides, you did so well out there.’’

‘’Really?’’ She looks up at me with those pretty green eyes, full of innocence and disbelief, as if she can’t remember how she single-handedly saved three of her colleagues’ lives. I wonder how much of it is an act, but then, even if it is, do I really care? She gives me those same eyes when she sucks me off, and I certainly don’t care then.

For the most part, I manage to tune out Hill’s shrill voice as she lectures us like a bunch of naughty school children. I’m too occupied with Wanda trying to cuddle up to me, moving to stand with her back against my front, pressing her ass into my crotch.

She’s always desperate to be fucked after a fight.

‘’And next time, remember. Playing the hero doesn’t pay off, if I hear of anyone going into battle without a suit, you’re getting pulled from the team.’’ This most certainly catches my attention. She has enough grace to not address me by name, but everyone is looking at me anyway, so I decide to make use of the stage provided for me. ‘’Will you kick out Tony if he keeps making those ugly suits?’’ The reaction is a real mixed bag. Shuri doubles over with laughter, and Scott and Strange are fighting their smiles. Hill looks furious, and so does Nat, but I think the latter has something to do with my hand being placed firmly on Wanda’s midriff.

***

I act like Hill’s commentary doesn’t bother me, like Tony’s disappointment doesn’t sting. Fake it until you make it, right? I know I was wrong for doing what I did, but I seem to be rapidly losing control of any and all rational decision-making skills. I’m not trying to get myself killed, like my teammates are probably thinking. I don’t want to die, not yet, there’s still so much for me to see and do. But barely scraping the edge, coming face to face with it and walking away alive, that is a feeling like no other. It makes me feel untouchable, godlike even.

It’s almost as good as having my fist in Wanda’s hair as she tries to take my cock down her throat. She’s so desperate to please and be comforted that it’s almost laughable. The promise of getting tucked in at night, and fucked how she likes it, is enough to turn her into a desperate little whore.

She’s on her knees for me on her pretty white rug. My boots flank her on either side, some enemy’s blood visible even over the black of my combat boots. I can see my own face in the mirror on the opposite side of the room, the whole front of it is covered in my own blood, now dry and flaking off. Wanda didn’t even let me wash myself first, insisting that she likes me fresh from the fight.

She’s a pretty sight, kneeling between my feet like this, but she’s slacking off on taking my strap. I’m not in the mood for niceties today. I need to remind myself of the power I wield, before I allow myself to become overrun with weakness.

Wanda has one hand at the base of my cock, and she’s suckling prettily on the head. ‘’That’s cute, dove.’’ I say, leaning forward to grab her by the throat, ‘’but you know that’s not what I want.’’

I lay her down on her desk, so I can stand up instead of hunching over undignified on the bed. Her head hangs over one side, and her open mouth, wet and waiting, is much too inviting. The sound of her gagging is like music to my ears. This isn’t wholly selfish either, I have to remind myself. Poor Wanda, so tired of having to be a big girl all the time, just needs someone to put her in her place. Who am I to deny her?

She lays there so prettily, mouth wide open and willing, her legs spread and her hips bucking up in search of non-existent friction. I’m obsessed with the way my cock bulges in her throat, bobbing up and down along with my thrusts. I could cum just from the sight of this, and the noises Wanda makes below me as I take her. This harness has a soft silicone grinder that is made especially to sit snugly against my clit, and with the combined friction from the strap, and the sight of my cock deep in Wanda’s throat, it’s enough to put me right on the edge. I won’t let myself fall though, it will take me right out of this high and then the self-hatred will settle in. I’m not ready to face that. Even just the thought of it makes me shiver, and I have to ground myself in the moment to push those thoughts to the back of my mind.

I place first one, and then both of my hands over her throat, feeling the movement of my strap. My hands are large enough to cover her whole neck, and it’s nothing short of satisfying to be so utterly in control. At least with Wanda, I’m always the one standing tall. Her face is all red and saliva is running down her cheeks, gravity pulling it dangerously close to her eyes, where tears are dribbling steadily into her hairline.

Still, the strap isn’t all the way down her throat. We’ve been working on it, but she’s not quite there yet. I try to push her a little bit every time, and she’s been doing better and better. But it’s still hard for her. She lets out one gag so bad that I have to pull out completely for a second, allowing her to spit out a mouth full of saliva onto the floor. I’m not phased by this. Once you’ve seen men die in the worst ways possible, a little spit is nothing.

I squat down, holding back the stream of swears I want to let out at the horrible pain in my leg. I use my thumbs to wipe the saliva and tears away from her eyes, and I give her a kiss on her sweaty brow. ‘’You’re doing so well, princess. Can you try again for me? Just a few seconds, I want you to take all of me. You can do that for me, can’t you pretty girl?’’ She catches her breath slowly, her mouth still open. Already fucked dumb, and I haven’t even gotten to her cunt yet. She nods at me blearily, ‘’wanna make you proud, daddy.’’

Something in my chest contracts at that, but I couldn’t name the emotion if my life depended on it. For now, I try to focus on how wet the sight of her like this makes me. ‘’Good girl,’’ I say as I stroke the strap lightly, rubbing the head over her luscious lips. ‘’Just a few seconds, and then I’ll let you cum, okay?’’ She nods, and obediently opens her mouth further for me. ‘’Good, now relax your throat and let daddy do the work.’’

I hold her head securely, making sure it’s tipped back enough, before sliding my hands back over her throat, I’m going to want to feel this. I’m not gentle, and I really can’t find it in me to be sorry about that, not when this feels and looks like complete and utter euphoria. I fuck my cock into her with one sharp thrusts. She gags instantly and sputters, her hands reaching for my thighs trying to push me away, but I don’t let her. I reassure her softly that she’s doing great and that it won’t take long, which seems to make it easier on her. I push against the last bits of resistance, sliding the strap all the way in. I rut into her mouth, as deep as I can. The sounds coming from her are obscene, but I cannot bring myself to pull back. In the back of my mind, I’m counting seconds. I’ll allow myself to stay here and soak this in for 20 seconds. With my fingers, I press lightly on her throat to feel the bulge of my cock inside of her. The zip of my trousers digs into her skin, and I know it’ll leave a mark there.

The pressure against my clit threatens to undo me, and I let myself get dangerously close. I even grind my hips, fucking her throat lightly. One day, I’m going to hook a cum reservoir onto my strap and cum down her throat, along with my own orgasm. But not now. I have to control myself, so when the count in my head reaches 20, I pull out.

Wanda is back to spitting out saliva and gasping for air. She coughs a few times, and it sounds pretty rough. I help her up, cradling her in my arms. The hard work is done now, I assure her. For a few minutes, I sit with her draped over my lap on her bed. I cradle her head into my chest, petting her hair and whispering praise to her. ‘’You did so beautifully, dove. You’re getting so much better, do you remember how you couldn’t even take half of me when we first started?’’ She’s gone too far into subspace to really speak, but she’s still responsive, and I feel her nod.

‘’One day I’m going to be able to fuck you like that for 10 minutes straight, princess, and you’ll love every second of it.’’ This seems to stir something in her, because she mewls into me, spreading her legs slightly. We’re both still clothed, and I must say it’s a thrill to fuck Wanda with her dress still on. But not today. I strip her of everything except for her thigh highs, as they make her look like the slut I know she is.

She’s incredibly wet, her cunt swollen and red, moisture running down between her cheeks. I consider for a while if I should make her wait, but I don’t want to deprive myself of watching my cock disappear inside of her.

Instinctively, she tries to get on her hands and knees, but I’m not having that. I grab her by her waist and lay her down underneath me. I could almost laugh at her pained expression. She’s moaning already, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Using both of my hands, I part her thighs and push them up to her chest. Her breasts bounce slightly as I manhandle her into position, and my mind has already skipped ahead to watching them move in time with my thrusts as I fuck her.

I keep both hands steady on the backs of her thighs, folding her almost in half. I look down to where my strap stands at attention, teasingly I slide it over her slit, enjoying the way she writhes when the slightest pressure is applied to her clit.

Who’s going to tell her this is for me, and not for her?

In sharp contrast to how I fucked her throat, I slide myself in gently, allowing her some time to adjust. She’s gasping, and clawing at my clothed back, and I’m slightly upset that she’s not leaving deep red marks all over my bare back. Oh, well.

After a few short minutes of light teasing

She’s trying to move her hips against me, but I have her in such a tight hold that she’s getting nowhere. ‘’Tell me what you want, pretty girl,’’ I goad her. She huffs and puffs, her face still bright red, her hair sticking to the sweat on her brow and the semi dry salvia on her cheeks. ‘’Please, please, please,’’ she whines breathily, ‘’ruin me, daddy.’’

How am I supposed to deny a request like that?

I take my chain necklace into my teeth, so it doesn’t hurt her by smacking into her face, and I set a punishing rhythm for us both. My leg is killing me, but Wanda underneath me like this is such a captivating sight that I cannot stop myself. She holds me against her tightly, like she’s afraid I’ll let go. In her defence, I’ve left her like this multiple times, so the poor girl probably has trust issues.

Tears are falling freely from the corners of her eyes now, and I’m so focussed on that, that I don’t notice one of her hands leaving my back. She snakes it in between our bodies, so she can reach her clit. When she moans sharply and her body seizes up, I realize what she’s doing. Quickly, I reach down to snatch her hand away.

I pull my strap out in one swift movement. With my free hand, I squeeze her cheeks and force her to look me in the eye. ‘’That’s a shame, I was going to let you cum, but now you’ll have to work harder for it.’’

I decide to make her ride me.

It’s hilarious to watch her try to mount me with her shaky thighs. The poor thing is actually crying now, her tears dripping down all the way to her chest, along with her salvia. With one hand I hold both of her wrists tightly, with the other I rub her spit over her hard nipples, enjoying the way her hips twitch when I rub them in just the right way.

Once she manages to sink herself down on my cock, she thinks she can get away with grinding her way to an orgasm, but I disillusion her of that idea quickly. ‘’Nuh uh, baby, if you want to cum you’re going to have to work for it properly.

After a small fit of crying and whining, she gets down to work. Fucking herself until her already shaky thighs are on the verge of giving out. She has let her head hang forward, absolutely exhausted. All that I can hear now are the obscene, wet, sucking noises that come from between her thighs, and the exhausted little moans and pleas to relieve her of her ache.

She holds out for a heroic 15 minutes, until her thighs quite literally cannot keep her upright any longer. I had taken pity on her about 7 minutes into it, but it’s still impressive to watch her fight for it so hard. I take her face in both of my hands and kiss her forehead tenderly. ‘’Alright baby girl, you took that so well. Are you ready for your reward now?’’

In spite of her exhaustion, she nods, a soft whimper coming from her red and puffy lips. I put her on her elbows and knees, but within the first few thrusts she collapses under me. I hold her upright easily, fucking into her like it’s the last time I’ll be able to. She’s a bit too loud, and I know the others will have dirty looks for us tomorrow, but I really don’t care.

I place a sloppy kiss on her back as I finally reach down to rub her clit. ‘’You can cum whenever you need to, princess.’’ I grunt, as I use all my focus to keep up with the thrusts and the rhythm of my rubbing fingers.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long. It’s impressive, really. In less than ten seconds, she’s cumming all over my fingers, her cunt clenching so tightly around my strap that it makes it hard to move as firmly as I would like. I fuck her right through her peak, and I’m prepared to push her into another, but Wanda is clearly done.

She’s shaking and shivering, her muscles weak and tired, she still tries to push me away. I’m tired myself now, so I don’t need any more incentive. I pull out of her and cover her tenderly with a blanket. She wants to go to sleep, and I don’t blame her. But I force her into a shower, sitting on the lid of the toilet, I watch over her to make sure she doesn’t pass out.

Once she’s freshly showered, I tuck her in. I lay on top of her sheets, which feels wrong in my state, covered in dust and dried blood as I am. Wanda doesn’t seem to mind, though. She begs me to stay, and I don’t have the heart to tell her I won’t. So, I comb my fingers through her fair, and kiss her slowly, telling her how good she’s been for me, and that it’s time to rest now. It doesn’t take her more than 15 minutes to fall asleep.

Once I’m sure she’s out, I tip toe my way across the room, and out into the hallway. Stupidly, I have my back to the hallway as I close the door. I try to shut it as softly as possible, not wanting to wake Wanda. I’m so tired after all of that, that my eyes feel heavy. I’m ready for a hot shower, and bedtime, before the thoughts of the mission can overwhelm me.

My room is next to Wanda’s, so I don’t expect any trouble, but really, trouble always shows up when you least expect it. In this case, trouble comes to me in the shape of Natasha Romanoff.

***

Nat corners me as soon as Wanda’s door is closed.

‘’What the hell have you been doing?’’

I narrow my eyes at her, not sure if she’s serious. I look down to the harness and strap in my left hand, and then look back to Nat. ‘’What do you want me to say, that we were braiding each other’s hair and talking about boys?’’

She crosses her arms over her chest. ‘’I don’t care what you get up to with her.’’

That’s debatable.

‘’I mean the mission today, and every mission we’ve been on this past month. What the hell has gotten into you?’’

I try to sidestep her, to get to my own bedroom door, but she blocks my path. ‘’You were out there trying to get yourself killed.’’ Nat hisses.

At this point I’m too tired to deal with this, so I snap back at her, ‘’Well, I’m clearly still alive’’

Nat’s eyes are boring into mine with such intensity that I would shrink away if I didn’t have a reputation to uphold. ‘’You going out there without a suit on? What do you call that?’’ She fumes.

I shrug, a genuine half smile creeping into my lips in spite of the dire circumstances, ‘’an adventure?’’

‘’That was attempted suicide,’’ Nat says severely, clearly not as amused as I am. I just snort, unable to keep myself from cracking a joke ‘’I’m going to show you attempted suicide’’

Her mouth forms a hard line, ‘’that’s not funny.’’ I know it’s not, and I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face.

She’s on the verge of saying something when the sound of a door opening makes us both turn around. Peter is standing in the doorway of his bedroom, wearing only a Captain America branded shirt and a pair of boxers. I quickly hide the strap and harness behind my back. ‘’Hey guys,’’ he says cheerfully, in spite of the limp in his step. ‘’I was going to make myself a freezer pizza, you want anything?’’

Nat gives him a tight smile and shakes her head. ‘’No, thanks, Pete,’’ I tell him, ‘’I still haven’t cleaned up, I’ll get something after.’’

Seeming to pick up on the uncomfortably loaded energy, he pulls an awkward face and shoots a pair of finger guns at us. ‘’Okay, well I’ll hide a margarita pizza for you underneath the ice cubes, so you won’t get stuck with the Hawaiian.’’ Peter really is a good friend, I decide. ‘’Thanks, kid, I owe you one,’’ I say, watching him limp clumsily towards the kitchen. Once the door has fallen shut behind him, Nat grabs my upper arm and tries to pull me towards her own bedroom. I shrug her off.

‘’I want to shower, Nat, I’m covered in blood.’’

‘’And Wanda’s cum.’’

‘’Jealous it’s not yours?’’

Her eyes are ablaze with fury now, and there’s no hiding it. ‘’You’re trying to kill yourself, and I’m not going to sit here and watch you lose yourself.’’

‘’Nat, I’m fine.’’ I say, slowly losing my smile.

‘’You don’t look fine.’’

‘’Then stop fucking looking at me.’’

It comes out much louder than I had intended for it to, and it startles me slightly. I can see Nat is taken aback by it too, but she’s not afraid. Her expression shifts from anger to concern in a matter of seconds. ‘’

‘’Can you just listen to me? Please, if not for your sake, then for mine. I’m not your enemy’’

I can’t argue with this, not when she looks so upset and my conscience is screaming at me after that outburst. I weigh my options in my head, I can go to the kitchen with Peter and god knows who else, and face all of their questions about why I went into the fight without a suit, and why I haven’t showered yet. Alternatively, I could try to barricade myself in my room, and ignore Nat, but I have a nasty feeling that this won’t take me very far.

‘’Fine,’’ I say, deciding this will be the least painful option in the long run. ‘’Fine, Nat, whatever, but I’m tired, so please keep this short. And don’t lecture me any more about the suit, Hill already did that plenty.’’

‘’Just put that thing away,’’ she says, waving vaguely at my strap.

‘’And here I was thinking you wanted a round too.’’

#char writes #diversionary tactics #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #c: wanda maximoff #c: natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #top!reader

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omgatalkingtoaster · 1 month

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Vision floated before the door to Miss- Wanda, she said that he should call her Wanda and he was attempting to override his natural inclination to formality that was most likely a vestige of the AI Jarvis, in order to do as she requested. He knocked on her door- also a request from her. Do not simply walk through walls. Humans knock. Humans used doors. Such things were foreign to him. His memories of existence prior to his creation did not involve having a centralized body. The idea of simply being in a space, and that he could possibly invade the space of others was- odd. He was doing a great deal of research on the psychology and sociological practices of person bubbles. He felt he was making good strides, but most of the Avengers still found him- off-putting- in his lack of intrinsic knowledge of interpersonal signaling. He walked through the door to find Wanda as she often was, on her bed and smiled at him. "Hello Wanda, I thought perhaps we could continue our viewing of situational comedies?" @scarlet-at-her-fingertips

#c: wanda Maximoff #ship: scarlet vison #scarlet at her fingertips #sorry this took a bit #brain rot on how to start anything

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lycheepocketwitch · 2 years

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝐬𝐢𝐱

pairing: cheerleader!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: homecoming doesn't go the way it was supposed. or does it?

warnings: allusions to sex

word count: 5.7k

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Homecoming night was not something you were looking forward to anymore. The whole week leading up to the dance, you kept being reminded of the fact that despite having planned the perfect homecoming proposal for Wanda, it meant nothing now that your arrangement was over. There was nothing special about this night anymore. You would just go to the stupid dance with Yelena and then go home when you eventually got bored.

“That suit looks good on you,” Pietro commented with a half-smile.

Right, this was a new thing now.

The last thing you expected coming to school on Monday was to have Pietro approach you to talk. You hadn’t spoken in years, so why would that change? Originally, you thought your sleep deprivation had gotten so bad that you had started hallucinating hearing Pietro call your name. But he jogged through the crowd to get to you in time. There was a small part of you that thought maybe Wanda had told him everything after all, but that was silly.

When he started apologizing for all the shit he’d put you through, then you became certain you were hallucinating. It took a few tries for him to convince you that this wasn’t some sort of sick joke and he was genuinely sorry for badly he’d treated you.

“I understand if I’m saying all of this too late and that you don’t want to be friends anymore. I was a horrible friend and I let unimportant things get in the way of our friendship. I do hope though that you can find a way to forgive me, and that we can be friends again though… Not necessarily now, but somewhere down the line?” he had said, nervously scratching her back of his neck before getting interrupted by his phone ringing.

During his hushed phone call, you got to think over his apology. You definitely weren’t ready to resume your friendship at the same place it was when you were freshmen, and you weren’t sure you would get back to that place any time soon. However, you also didn’t see a reason to completely shut him out of your life after his apology. It would take some time for him to regain your trust and even more time to rebuild your friendship, but if the older Maximoff twin meant what he said and put in some effort into making it up to you, then who were you to stop him?

That didn’t mean it was an easy thing to do.

It had only been a few days since you “became friends” again. He’d greeted you at school every morning since then, which was weird even though you knew it was good progress. He even offered you a ride home after school Wednesday, but you declined since you had an art club meeting.

You went back on your suspicion that this was all Wanda’s doing, but Pietro had yet to mention his sister and you knew he would’ve by now if she was behind this; Pietro wasn’t one for subtlety.

“Did you choose this color on purpose?” he suddenly asked after eyeing your suit for a moment.

“I, uh, yeah? I thought it looked nice at the store,” you replied, unsure what exactly he meant by that.

“I meant…” he started, but then shook his head. “Never mind. Anyways, you look good, T.” From the surprised look on his face, you could tell the use of your old nickname was a complete accident, but you didn’t mind.

“Thanks, Pietro. You look good as well,” you said, nodding towards his light blue suit.

“Thank you, oh, this is my date, Monica by the way,” he said, gesturing to the girl who gave you a warm familiar smile and a small wave.

“I know, we have a few classes together,” you explained with a chuckle. You two didn’t really count as friends, but she was one of the few people who was actually friendly with you. Whenever you had team assignments to do in history class, she would often pair up with you and you’d both get the job done pretty quickly.

“Are you two…” Pietro trailed off, gesturing to you and Natasha sitting to your left.

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. Yelena had been the one to drag you to homecoming again even though you didn’t really feel like after what had happened last week. She said it would help lift your spirits or whatever, but the moment she spotted a dark-haired sophomore in a dark purple jumpsuit, she had left your side. You were glad Natasha decided to stick by your side. Though you were pretty sure that had Maria not gone to her model UN conference, the pair would’ve spent the night at Natasha’s or Maria’s place.

“Are you and Carol together then?” he asked. He must’ve seen Carol approaching you a few minutes earlier, asking you for a dance. You had accepted mainly because you were waiting for Yelena to come back to your table, but she was still talking to Kate and Natasha hadn’t arrived yet. You only stayed with her for one dance during which she kept telling you how beautiful you looked and how she would love to take you home later. You politely declined her offer, she acquiesed and wished you a good night, then went to on to her next conquest.

“Definitely not,” you replied with a chuckle.

Pietro hummed. “M’baku is hosting a party after homecoming. If you’d like, you could come?” he offered.

“They’re much less stuffy than the ones the football team throws,” Monica added as if to convince you.

“I appreciate the invite, but I think I’ll pass. Not really a party person. Nat can attest to that,” you replied, smiling at the senior who just nodded in agreement. Monica and Pietro voiced their understanding and left you two soon after.

“He definitely asked that to let his sister know,” Natasha said as soon as the pair was gone. At your quizzical stare, she nodded to your right and when you turned to look, you found Wanda sitting at a table with some cheerleaders and their boyfriends, looking downright miserable. Pepper was sat to her left, chatting away with Tony, and to her right was an empty chair. You wondered if it was saved for Bucky or maybe it was for Vision.

You’d heard some people talking about Bucky asking Wanda to homecoming a few days ago only for Vision to barge in and ruin the proposal and start fighting him… or was it that he fought Sam? You don’t quite remember. To be honest, there were various versions of the story, you didn’t know which one was the real one.

“Why would he tell her?” you asked, suddenly panicking a little. It didn’t matter that you and Wanda were now on bad terms, you wouldn’t risk having others know about your… “relationship.”

“Relax,” Natasha said, sensing your nervousness, and placed her hand on your thigh before removing it. “Oops, wrong move. I don’t think Red liked that.” You frowned and when you turned back to Wanda, her lips formed a thin line and even from where you sat, you could see her chest rising and falling as she tried to take calming breaths.

“We’re not together,” you quickly said, regretting it as soon as those words left your mouth. Way to not sound suspicious.

“Again, relax,” Natasha chuckled. “I’m not trying to expose you. Or her. I was just saying because she’s been staring at you the whole night… Also, my room is right next to Yelena and our walls aren’t soundproof. Do you… want to talk about it?”

“There’s not much to talk about.” You looked around and noted all of your peers were relatively far enough from you to the point that no one could really eavesdrop on your conversation, especially not with the thumping music. “I like her and I think she likes me too, but she likes popularity more.”

“She told you that?”

“I don’t need her to tell me that. It’s pretty obvious.”

Natasha nodded and looked over your shoulder, eyes landing on Wanda again. “Assuming things rarely ever get you where you want, especially when it involves feelings.”

“Well, I’m not sure what exactly I’m supposed to do if every time I’ve given her a chance to explain herself, she hasn’t given me anything back… I’m tired of being the only one trying.”

At your confession, Natasha’s face softened. She placed her hand on your forearm and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m not saying you need to go talk to her again or be the one making all the effort to save whatever is between you two. However, as someone who used to be part of Pepper’s group, don’t give up on her. The girl you used to know is still in there somewhere. She just needs some time and confidence to come back out.”

“You’re making Pepper seem like she’s some sort of evil genius that has control over Wanda’s being.”

“I know, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t mean it that way, but you can’t deny that Pepper is influential, especially in her group. When you’re accepted into a group, it’s easier to follow and do what others expect from you than deviate from the norm. And with the cheerleaders, those norms are established by Pepper.”

“What? You telling me you used to just do whatever to please Pepper?” you snorted, but dropped your smile the moment you realized you weren’t far from the truth based on the lack of amusement on Natasha’s face.

“Pepper and I used to be friends, not as close as you and Wanda, but she was one of my first friends at SHIELD. When she became captain, I was so happy for her, I didn’t notice the small changes that started to happen. She slowly started to become more demanding of everyone, she expected things to be done her way or the highway, she started caring more about how people perceived her in the sense that she had curated this image of her and the team in her head. And if there was even a bit of discrepancy between that and reality… well, she would flip.”

“Is that why you left?” You had always assumed that the rumors about Natasha leaving because she clashed with Pepper were true. You had no reason to believe otherwise. Just like how Thena was rumored to be leaving the team a while back due to her and Pepper butting heads, Natasha was equally as stubborn as the other girls and there was no place for co-captaincy.

“Partly. Pepper was no longer the friend I knew in freshman year, but she wasn’t the only one who had changed. I was only on the team a couple months, counting from when tryouts happened my freshman year and then the few months up until Christmas of my sophomore year. But during that time, I became someone I didn’t recognize. Honestly, looking back, I acted like such a bitch. I was an asshole to people for no reason… I fought so much more with my parents, and they called me out on it, but I refused to listen.”

“What made you realize that you’d change then?”

“Yelena,” she responded with a short laugh, but bit her lip as a sorrowful look washed over her face. “We were fighting about something. I don’t even remember what it was about, but our mom told us to stop fighting because we’re sisters, and I yelled back that she isn’t really my sister.”

“Oh…”

It was no secret that Natasha and Yelena weren’t blood-related, but that never mattered. They were sisters and everyone knew that. Even though neither ever really showed it, they both prided themselves on being the other girl’s sister. Yelena would deny it until the day she died, but she looked up to Natasha. Hearing the older girl tell her she wasn’t her real sister… you couldn’t begin to imagine how much that must’ve hurt Yelena.

“Yeah, look, I don’t think you should be the one who should be the only one trying. It’s just, as someone who has messed up just because I felt accepted in that same group, I was grateful I had people from my old life who were willing me to take me back despite everything I’d done,” Natasha sighed. “With that being said, don’t forget you also have your own limits. If you think you need a break from her, then that’s fine too.”

“Thanks for the big sister talk,” you said, nudging the older girl’s elbow with your own. You’d never really gotten the chance to truly talk to Natasha despite how many times you’d been at her house. Most of your conversations were pretty surface level, but you were glad to have gottent to know a bit more about your best friend’s older sister.

“If you ever tell people I was soft with you, I’ll have your head,” she threatened, but you had a hard time taking seriously with the playful smirk that tugged at her lips.

You didn’t get the chance to get another word in as you winced hearing the feedback from the microphone. Principal Fury briefly apologized for disruption before going into a small speech about how he hoped everyone was having a good time. He ended his speech by announcing that it was time to reveal this year’s homecoming king and queen. Coach Fontaine accepted the mic from Principal Fury and opened the golden envelope.

“Can I get a drumroll, please?” she asked the crowd. Those sitting down rapping against the table they sat at as they patiently waited for the big reveal of the night.

“Stark Harkness Institute for the Exceptional, Lettered & Distinguished, please welcoming this year’s homecoming king, Jarvis Stark.”

The crowd went wild, cheering for the younger Stark brother who made his way to the makeshift stage where Coach Fontaine stood. Some people patted his shoulder as he walked towards the stage with an arrogant smile. Honestly, you didn’t remember seeing any posters of him campaigning to become homecoming king, but it wasn’t like you really cared about these kinds of things anyways.

What really took you by surprise was when Coach Fontaine announced, “And please give an equally warm welcome for your homecoming queen, Wanda Maximoff.”

Vision’s face, you wouldn’t have noticed unless you were specifically looking for him, but Wanda? Even when you tried to avoid her, you saw her. There was no way you would’ve missed a poster with her face campaigning for homecoming queen. Surely, she would’ve also told you about it, no? You’d only just stopped seeing each other last week, and campaigning for this sort of thing would’ve overlapped with the time you were seeing each other.

From the way Wanda’s hand kept tucking her hair behind her ear as she walked towards Coach and Vision, you could tell she wasn’t exactly planning this either. After all this time, she still had the same nervous tic. You watched her attempt to keep her arms still beside her body, but they eventually drifted back to the front. After having the tiara placed on her head and the sache draped across her torso, her fingers subtly reached for her rings and started twisting them.

“And now, it’s time for the homecoming king and queen’s first dance!”

Vision, in his unoriginal black suit, took a step down the stage and held out his hand for Wanda to help her down. She bunched up the bottom of her long dress and reluctantly took Vision’s hand as she stepped down. Although she seemed beyond nervous, Wanda still looked stunning in her light yellow gown. The slit of her dress was borderline inappropriate inappropriate for the school’s dress code, but it started a few inches above her knee and it was only visible when she took long strides. Add onto that her half-up, half-down hairdo, she could pass off as a real-life Belle.

Unconsciously, you had tightened your jaw at the sight of Wanda approaching Vision’s open arms. She slowly placed one hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed his hand that wasn’t on the small of her waist. A slow song that you couldn’t bother to recognize started playing and you were nearly ready to call it a night. You went to turn to Natasha and tell her that you were going to the bathroom before leaving until she placed one hand up and nodded her head towards Wanda and Vision.

When you turned to look back, the couple was no longer dancing. No, Vision was standing in the middle of the dancefloor, looking absolutely confused, but you could barely see him behind Wanda as she walked towards… you? She had this determined look in her eyes that you didn’t think you had ever seen as she took confident steps towards your table.

Once in front of you, Wanda held her hand out and asked, “May I have this dance?”

You could feel all of your peers’ stare on you and Wanda. Even the damn lighting people had decided to have a spotlight follow Wanda all the way to you, assuring that everyone’s attention would be on you two. It felt like a scene from a movie, but you weren’t sure it was one you wanted to be part of. Your eyes searched for Yelena, whom you found in a record time on the other side of the room with Kate Bishop, as if asking for guidance. She gave you an unsure smile, brows slightly knitted together. Just a few tables away, Pietro had a hopeful smile that matched the one Wanda was giving you. Finally, your eyes drifted back to Natasha next to you, who just shrugged, as if saying “this is your call.”

You were so focused on trying to get any sort of guidance for what you should do next, the only thing that pulled you out of your head was Wanda’s whispered “Please?”

With a thumping heart in your chest, you stood up and stared your old best friend in the eye. Although Wanda wore heels, the platform from your oxfords allowed you to be at about the same height as her. “This won’t change anything,” you said.

“I understand,” she said with a nod, smiling when you accepted her hand that guided you to the dancefloor.

Wanda ignored a baffled Vision who was pulled aside by someone in the crowd so you could take your place in the middle of the dancefloor. She placed her arms loosely around your neck while your hands found purchase on her waist. The whole time, Wanda kept her eyes on you, completely ignoring the prodding stares burning into your dancing bodies.

“Relax,” she commanded gently, which was funny really because you could feel the nervousness radiating off her.

“Easier said than done,” you mumbled. At that, Wanda frowned, her eyes leaving you for the first time. She pulled you closer, giving you no choice but to wrap your arms a little tighter around her waist to not look awkward.

She buried her face in the crook of your neck and signed. “Relax,” she repeated. “Just focus on me.” So, you did, or at least you tried.

You focused on her now steady breathing, the warm air softly hitting your neck, which did nothing to help your racing heart. You focused on the smell of her strawberry and mint shampoo and… the lack of her overpowering perfume. You focused on the warmth eminating from her body that was now nearly melded into yours. You could stay like this forever…

The sound of clapping brought you back to reality. The song was over and you tried to push yourself away from Wanda, but she kept a tight grip on you.

“Stay?” she asked, only letting go slightly so she could look you in the eye.

“I’m a little tired,” you said, trying to make yourself believe your lie so that Wanda wouldn’t see right through you. The air inside the gym was suffocating you and you needed to leave. Sure, you were somewhat used to a few people giving you dirty looks as you walked past them in the hallway, but having all those eyes on you now was unsettling to say the least.

Her shoulders slumped as she nodded. She let you detangle yourself from her this time and you gave her one last glance over your shoulder, not missing everyone else watching you leave her in the middle of the dancefloor. You quickly texted Yelena that you were leaving and that she didn’t have to tell Natasha because you’d be taking the bus home.

You made it exactly four steps down the stairs at the main entrance of the school when you heard the metal doors behind you open and someone yell, “Wait!”

You turned back around and saw Wanda slightly out of breath. “What are you doing?”

“Can I come with you?”

“You don’t even know where I’m going,” you said, a bit amused.

“I don’t care. I want to go where you go.”

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Taking the bus from Manhattan to Westview all dressed up on a random Friday night would also probably classify as a scene from a coming of age movie. This, however, was much nicer than the situation you were in earlier.

Wanda must’ve been seriously sleep deprived because she had fallen asleep on your shoulder barely 10 minutes after you got on the bus. One stop before yours, you nudged the girl awake. Wanda sleepily groaned and tried to bury her face in the crook of your neck again, but you gently pushed her up as you whispered, “Wanda, wake up. We’re almost at the diner.”

That did the job and she slowly sat back up. You helped her off the bus since she was wearing heels and you started to make your way to the diner in comfortable silence. When you noticed Wanda attempt to hide her shivers, you shrugged off your blazer to drape it over her shoulders.

“It’s fine,” she said, but didn’t try to give your blazer back.

“I don’t mind,” you replied, helping her slip her arms through the sleeves to wear it more comfortably.

Inside the diner, you got your vanilla milkshake to go while Wanda ordered her strawberry one. You also ordered fries and carefully placed the container filled with fries in one of the front pockets of your pants so you could pick up your fries to dip them in your milkshake while walking down the quiet streets of Westview. By your side, Wanda just sipped on her milkshake as she occasionally tugged your blazer closer to her body.

“I need to tell you something,” Wanda said, after walking for nearly 5 minutes in complete silence. Seeing you nod your head as a sign to continue, she took a deep breath, “I think I owe you an explanation… a lot of explanations actually.”

“You think?” you refrained yourself from scoffing. Even though you shared a nice moment back in the gymnasium, you were still upset about everything that had happened between you two. Being with her now just reminded you of all the times she’d betrayed you.

Empathizing with your frustration, Wanda tried her best not to let your tone affect her. You had every reason to be mad at her. She wasn’t even sure why you agreed to have her follow you or even listen to you, but she was glad you hadn’t completely pushed her away.

“Where should I start?” she asked, more to herself than anything.

“How about summer of freshman year? You know, when you just went AWOL,” you suggested with a bit of a bite.

She nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.

It took her nearly an hour to go through everything. It took her another hour to answer all the questions you had for her, like why she never told you any of this before, if you’d ever made her feel like she couldn’t open up to you like that. By the end of your conversation, you had walked around your block maybe a dozen times and you’d ended up sitting on your porch. Although her fears might’ve seem a bit irrational, at the end of the day, Wanda was just a teenager who wanted to fit in, like most of teenagers.

You still couldn’t completely forgive her for hurting you the way she did, but you understood her a bit better.

“I’m not sure what you want from me now,” you admitted.

“I know this is a long shot, but I just–I miss you… as a friend,” she said, and if you were anyone else, maybe you’d buy it. But you were you and you could tell her words weren’t totally truthful. “I mean I also miss you in other ways,” she admitted after a beat of silence, “but we were friends first. I get it if you don’t want anything to do with me, but I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t at least try to get you back as my friend.”

“I still don’t really trust you, Wanda. You have a lot to making up to do, and I won’t go easy on you,” you warned, but she simply nodded her head vigrously.

“I know. I’ll do whatever it takes to gain your trust back.”

You thought back about the beginning of the week when Pietro asked for your forgiveness and how you’d given him a chance. Wanda was asking for the same thing, except you had already technically given her a second chance at the start of your junior year. Yet, she messed up again. Perhaps it was because you jumped into a relationship too quickly instead of working through your issues to rebuild a solid foundation. You took a deep breath to think about whether you could potentially go through all this heartbreak again.

You wanted to believe Wanda, you really did. You liked to see the good in people and after what she did tonight, maybe Natasha was right. There was still a piece of the Wanda you knew and loved.

“You’ll do anything?” you asked after a while.

“Anything,” she confirmed, and if she regretted saying that so quickly, she didn’t let it show.

You hummed and pondered for a bit. “Then, I want you to run barefoot through the Proctors’ lawn,” you said. Your other neighbors, Sarah and Harol Proctor were notorious for being especially careful with all things related to their property. They (mostly Mrs. Proctor) loved to maintain this picture-perfect image of the Proctor family and their home. Running through their lawn was surely going to get you in trouble.

You thought it was pretty obvious you were just messing with Wanda, but the other girl just took off her heels, letting them fall by your side before she sprinted across your neighbors’ lawn. “Wanda! Oh my god, get back here!” you whisper-yelled as to not disturb the neighborhood and ran towards her with her heels hooked to your index finger.

The sound of Wanda’s giggles filled your ears as you finally caught her, picking up in your arms so you could bring her back to your side of the driveway. “Why would you do that?” you asked.

“I told you I’d do anything,” she shrugged, a shy grin on her face. “I meant what I said. I’ll never stop trying to do anything to have you back in my life in any possible.”

“In that case, I don’t want anymore secrecy,” you demanded. “I’m not asking to be best–”

“You got it,” she said.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Well, whatever you say, I’ll do it.”

“Okay, Wanda, see that’s not gonna work,” you sighed. “We rushed things the first time and it blew up in our faces. I don’t want that to happen again if I’m giving you another chance. I need you to thinking about this more seriously this time around. This isn’t just something you’ll be able to change overnight.”

“I get that,” she asserted, slightly frustrated. “I know I’m coming off as impulsive, but I’ve thought about this. All week, I’ve thought about how I could make it up to you, how I could make you believe that I want this to work.”

“Alright, well, I have one more request. What are you doing next Tuesday after school?”

“Not sure, but probably homework.”

“How about you drive me to my internship interview then?”

“I could do that,” Wanda responded with a grin.

You weren’t sure how things would work out at school with the stunt she pulled tonight, but as she sipped on her milkshake, walking down the street with one hand holding yours, she didn’t seem to care. All that mattered to her was that you had given her a chance to redeem herself.

You, however, were apprehensive about how much Wanda would try.

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When Monday came around, you were certain that whatever bubble she had created for you two over the weekend would burst. You had mentally prepared yourself for the same silent treatment you’d received for the past year and a half.

“Casanova!” you heard the forsaken voice of Tony Stark call from the other somewhere in the hallway.

“Fuck me,” you muttered into your locker while Yelena who was leaning againt the locker next to yours looked up to the intruders. As you closed your locker door shut, you were met with both Stark brothers, Pepper and their posse.

“Do you not have a voice? Or do you only speak when it’s to steal other people’s girlfriends?”

“I didn’t steal anyone’s girlfriend. Wanda is her own person,” you said, rolling your eyes. God, how did Wanda ever tolerate them? How did Pepper still tolerate them?

“You don’t have to defend her now. She’s not here, it won’t give you brownie points to get into her panties,” Tony sneered.

“I’m not trying to get into her panties. Unlike you, I have something called basic human decency.”

“You sure you’re not just trying to add her to your list of girls you’ve tongued?” Vision was the one to talk this time.

“At least she knows how to make a girl feel good,” Yelena retorted, which made you pinch your nose in frustration. You loved your best friend, you really did. She was your number one defender, always, but sometimes, you wished she would cool it a little. This was one of those times. You really didn’t think it was necessary to bring up a silly rumor about Vision not knowing the female anatomy despite having one of the highest marks in biology.

Right as you pulled Yelena back from lunging forward, you felt someone brush against your arm and step forward. “Leave them alone,” Wanda said firmly.

“Wanda,” Pepper started with a warning voice, “you better watch it.”

“I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t care if you kick me off the team. I’m sick of how you treat people, especially when they haven’t done anything wrong. So, like I said, leave her alone.”

Pepper and Wanda stared at each other, neither speaking a word until Pepper stiffly nodded and turned on her heels. Tony followed her, albeit reluctantly, which led to everyone else following them away. The only one left was Vision.

“Don’t come crawling back when you finally realize–”

“Please, as if I would go back to someone who was never able to get me off,” she scoffed, rendering him speechless.

Beside you, you heard Yelena mutter, “Guess the rumors were true,” which earned her a nudge to the arm from you.

After Vision stormed away, a visible blush on his face, you turned to Wanda. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said, painfully aware of the obvious whispers that had started around you.

“I wanted to,” she asserted with a shaky voice, but put on a smile masking her nerves. “They have no right to be harassing you like that. I’m sorry I just stood by before, but I swear I’ll–”

You cut her off with a hug, arms tightening around her body. “I really missed you,” you mumbled.

“I missed you too,” she said, her arms wrapping you as she relaxed against your grasp.

“Do I also get a hug or what?” Yelena asked. You giggled and pulled her into you, holding both girls close to you.

When Tuesday came and you heard her honk her horn in her and Pietro’s cherry red car, you were a little less surprised to see that she’d kept her promise. You were a little taken aback to see that Pietro was in the passenger seat, but you welcomed the unexpected guest.

“A little birdy told me you got a fancy internship. I had to tag along,” he explained as you buckled you and Yelena got in the backseat.

“I didn’t get the internship,” you said.

“Yet!” Wanda retorted. “You’re gonna kill that interview. There’s no way Frigga won’t take you.”

“Exactly,” Yelena chimed in, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she gave you the position on the spot.”

You shook your head in amusement, but appreciated them hyping you up to ease your nerves. It took a bit of convincing for Yelena to not be so defensive around the twins. You assured her that the moment they even thought of hurting you… well, let’s just say, they wouldn’t get the chance to hurt you with Yelena by your side. After that, she easily got along with the twins. You could tell she was still a bit on the fence about them, but it was hard to deny that the four of you had chemistry. Sitting in the back of the twins’ cherry red car, you watched the three of them sing along to Adele.

You could get used to this.

Wanda still had a lot of making up to do. There was a long road ahead to fix your friendship. Things would never be the same as they were before, but Wanda looked forward to rebuilding her friendship with you. Admittedly, you were also excited for this new chapter of your life with familiar characters returning, albeit with a hint of change.

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a/n: and that was the final part of ma&thp! thank you to everyone who stuck around! this was my first ever reader-insert as well as my first wanda fic so it will always hold a special place in my heart. with that in mind, i have to admit, this isn't really the ending i originally had in mind. the original ending was going to take place about a decade later, but i felt like the time jump was a bit too much since there was nothing in between. so, for now i will leave it at a hopeful ending and honestly still pretty happy considering everything that happened. if however, there are people interested in the original ending, i already have a bit written so i might release it a little later as a bonus? or i might even write more for sunshine and wanda during their college days if i see y'all want more lol. anyways, for now, this is goodbye to miss americana & the heartbreak princess.

edit: i also noticed this blog reached 300 followers recently omg tysm for following along my shenanigans lmao. i wanted to do some sort of 300 writing celebration, but i've got so much on my plate rn i don't think i'd be able to manage:( still, i'm super grateful for y'all! and i will definitely plan something like that in the future

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harusuki · 2 years

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TIMESTAMP ROULETTE wandavision episode 6: all-new halloween spooktacular!

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courtofmuses-archive · 2 years

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@aigonakru said: ‘ we’ve come a long way, you and i. ’

There’s only one question Wanda has in response to his statement. It’s true that the two of them have been through so much. Most would not have survived what she had or what the two of them had. But she has to wonder if she really did survive or if she’s just going through the motions.

“Was it worth it?” she asked softly.

#aigonakru #c: wanda maximoff #i: vision

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stillalivewire · 2 years

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Starter for @immorethanasymbol

THE RYTHMIC GLOOM OF DEATH'S MARCH is only a musical ploy one’s clued into once they pass over. at least, that's what we assume if we're not among the few who understand how this reality works. see, death’s horseman doesn’t just show up once it’s time, masquerading himself in the ghost of someone familial or at least so previously decidedly loved by us, but for a psychic it’s in the night hours, the dreams that provide intuition to what’s near, in a touch of a hand, the silenced voices spiralling in someone’s head. awakening is both a gift, reminding oneself of how resplendent life can be when limitless, but also a rotten curse that separates you from those asleep, and for wanda, who experiences clairvoyance, it’s often like living through a state of replay. she not only dreamt of vision’s passing but also heard his own lullaby echo of infinite "it’s alrights" transcend throughout the forest when he passed, steve only mere metres away.

nothing she could’ve ever done about it, just a simple nudge that someday it would come into being. sometimes, like now, she can still hear the confidence in his voice despite her own trembling if they had switched positions. being so stuck into the vagueness of memories and soon to be's that she doesn’t notice her surroundings, can’t quite zone in on the silhouette of the ex-soldier with auburn hair cuffing the back of his neck, a much different haircut when considering his cleaned do. he’s claimed her as his unofficial assistant at shield in the months since half the nation came back from the void, everyone it seems except vision. it’s a cough that brings her out of everything, boomeranging her back into the moment, and as if a computer itself who has been rebooted after a bug has destroyed its system, there’s no traces of grief displayed on her features. just a cheeky smile. "you know i can be doing more than this right? surely there’s some witches to be trained." even that sentence itself triggers the passing of tony stark, another hero lost at war. "one’s telepathic mind to be perfected," and she walks towards him then, forgetting about the paperwork creased in her arms.

#immorethanasymbol #c: wanda maximoff

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crescent-witch · 2 years

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season of the witch

ship: soft!dark!wanda x reader x dark-ish!kate

summary: wanda gets kate every birthday present she could possibly ever think of, including you.

warnings: kidnapping, dub-con/non-con, degradation, praise, dark!dom!wanda, switch!kate, sub!reader, light pet play, pet names, magical restraints, magic use, manipulation via wanda’s magic, magic strap, magic cum, tentacle strap, mommy kink, magic gag ig | MINORS DNI

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this fic is so self indulgent im sorry 💀 this took my an embarrassingly long time to write

The smell of something cooking is what woke you from your heavy sleep. The smell was rich and heady. A stew, you hoped, as the aroma both made your stomach growl and your head dizzy while you struggled to fully open your eyes.

The world was a blur of colours and shapes, nothing going into focus as you tried to make out where you were. You noted that you could make out a lot of green, and brown. Perhaps somewhere in the forest, you thought, attempting to smell flowers or damp soil, anything past whatever was cooking nearby.

You groaned as your head lulled back, the dull ache fading but still present as you screwed your eyes shut, blocking out whatever dream you seemed to be having. You tried to lift your arms from the armrests of the chair you were sitting in to rub at your eyes, but they refused to budge, tied down by some kind of rope or strap. You didn’t have to try and move your feet to guess that they were the same.

The sound of heavy footsteps is what caused you to quickly open your eyes again, head shooting up as your vision suddenly cleared.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” A soft voice cheered, and you turned your head to the sound. The breath was knocked from your lungs when you saw the redhead standing before you. The woman’s face was framed with bright red hair, draping down to her waist in a stark contrast to the black dress and boots she wore. She was unlike any woman you had seen in your small town, dark clothes and satanic symbols adorning her jewellery aside, you had never witnessed someone levitate a bowl of stew, as she was doing now.

“Hello, dear,” she smiled softly at you. “I’m Wanda.”

“Hi,” you croaked out, words failing you. It was ridiculous, you thought at that moment. This woman, who had presumably kidnapped you, was rendering you speechless with a pretty face and kind smile.

“Mm,” Wanda hummed in appreciation and admiration as her hand reached out towards you, the other still glowing with wisps of red and keeping the hot bowl afloat in the air. Her hand landed on your cheek, fingers languidly stroking your cheek as her smile shifted, twisting into something more of a smirk.

“Go on sweetheart, eat up,” she encouraged as she moved away from you, and you missed her body's warmth before the bowl of stew landed in your lap, and you would’ve winced in pain from the heat if it wasn’t for the overwhelming draft flowing through the house she had brought you to. “You need all your strength for later,” Wanda reached for the small spoon sat in the bowl and lifted the spook of the rich brown sauce to your mouth.

You didn’t question what Wanda wanted from you, just allowing yourself to lean into the comfort of her caring for you. After all, incessant questions annoyed Wanda, so she allowed her magic to deep into your mind and steer you away from them.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda crooned at you. The words snapped you out of your haze, common sense finally taking over you as you realised the situation you were in.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered out, fighting against the heavy fog settling in your mind. “I want to go home.”

“Oh, no detka,” Wanda pouted. “You’re going to stay here with me. Such a precious little thing can’t be left all alone.”

You knew fighting against the fuzziness in your head was futile, but you still struggled and refused to give in. You weren’t that weak, were you? This woman had kidnapped you, for fucks sake! You were sure you could resist her stunning smile and gentle words long enough to escape.

You were, of course, terribly wrong.

Wanda could feel your mind fighting against her and she increased her magic tenfold, drowning you in thoughts of her, of staying in the little cabin for the rest of your days.

“No,” you whimpered pathetically with a small shake of your head, looking up at Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Hush, little one,” she murmured to you, running a hand through your hair and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you allowed Wanda’s magic to take hold of you. “Good girl malyshka, such a well behaved girl.”

You preened under Wanda’s praise as your eyes lazily opened, swirls of scarlet an evident sign of Wanda’s magic.

You and Wanda were broken out of your trance by a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by a “shit!” and a set of footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Wandaaa!” You heard a voice call, a second later a brunette swerved into the room, narrowly dodging a small table with a lamp on it before her eyes landed on you.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock as she spotted you, tied to one of the kitchen chairs, dopily smiling at Wanda as she fed you.

“Kate honey, please be careful. We don’t want another hospital visit, do we?” Wanda warned her, not sparing the girl, Kate, another glance as she held another spoonful of food out to you again, which you took gladly.

“Wanda..what the fuck,” Kate was well aware that the woman who had taken her under her wing wasn’t exactly the Patron Saint of Ethics. In the past two years being Wanda’s..well, Wanda’s pet, Kate had learned that the witch didn’t shy away from getting her hands a little bloody, especially for what she deemed was the greater good. Kate started off as Wanda’s mentee, until the redhead gave up on the hope of her husband, Vision, returning. And that’s when her and Kate’s relationship developed into what it was that day you were taken, one fueled by a twisted need for one another.

Wanda never loved Kate, not like that. And despite the void that Wanda and Kate filled for each other, Wanda could sense that her young apprentice was becoming lonely. And that's where she figured you could come in.

“Oh, Katie,” Wanda pouted, disappointed. “You’ve ruined your surprise! You weren't supposed to see her until your birthday.”

While Kate’s birthday was in a couple days, she didn’t expect a kidnapping to be on the agenda.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“Watch your language,” Wanda scolded her, furrowing her eyebrows as she turned to Kate for the first time, who hung her head as a brief sense of guilt took over her.

“Sorry, mommy,” Kate whispered, still so confused and scared.

Wanda sighed as she stood up, wandering away from you as she reached out for Kate, taking Kate’s cold hands in hers.

“I thought you could use a little toy, you know, to have some fun with, take your stress out on,” Wanda smiled, happy with her plan as she moved behind Kate to rest her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder, moving her closer to you. “I know you miss being in control sometimes, puppy,” the name nearly made Kate stumble, her knees going weak. There were many things Wanda was proud of ingraining into Kate over their time together, but one of her favourite was the way she knew every corner of the archers mind, how to make her give in instantly.

It was true, Kate did sometimes long to be in control. Not of Wanda, but the brunette was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be fully content to just sub for Wanda, no matter how much she denied it at first. But she had no clue Wanda would go this far.

“Go on, say hello,” Wanda encouraged Kate, grinning as she stumbled towards you. Kate’s toe caught the edge of a loose floorboard, sending her tumbling towards you. Throwing her arms out to catch herself, not looking where they landed. Kate prayed for the ground to swallow her up whole as she looked at her hands, one planted firmly just above your breast and the other gripping the arm of the chair. If you weren’t already trapped in the chair, you would be with Kate towering over you, her face inches away from yours.

“Oh, god…” Kate groaned, a blush staining her cheeks as she quickly removed her hands, looking down in embarrassment as she shuffled away from you.

“Aww, look at your little slut, Katie,” Wanda giggled happily, turning Kate’s chin up to see you. Kate nearly whined when she saw you in a similar state, blush spreading down to your neck as you struggled to not react to the ghost of the handprint left behind. “She loved it.”

Short-lived confidence taking over Kate, she moved towards you again, her movements more predatory as her boots thumped against the hardwood with every step. She tilted your chin up to look her in the eyes, and you desperately tried not to whimper at her hungry gaze.

You knew it was wrong, so completely wrong. These two women, strangers, taking control over your entire being. But you couldn’t stop it. Wanda’s magic had taken hold of you, wrapping around your mind and soul like vines, growing and poisoning, consuming you. And you didn’t want them to ever stop.

“She’s so pretty,” Kate murmured. “Such a pretty girl,” the attention from the brunette had your cheeks heating up, eyes cast down in an attempt to avoid Kate’s gaze.

No longer quiet, a noise that was damn near a moan ripped through you.

Kate was still unsure in her movements, her hand moving down from your chin, trailing past your neck until it once again landed on your breast. “Is this okay?” She asked, nervous as her hand dipped beneath your shirt, reaching towards your bra-covered tits.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, head thrown back as the pleasure of Kate’s hands on you overtook you so quickly. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Wanda told Kate as her hands ventured further up your torso, palming the sides of your breasts. With another flick of her wrist the roped fell away from your wrists and ankles slithering and writhing like snakes.

“Come on, pup. Let’s have some fun with your new little toy.”

You started to complain as you felt Kate’s hands leave your body briefly before encircling you in them, lifting you to her chest as she stood. Your legs quickly wrapped around her waist, the shorts you were wearing riding up in the process. Your arms quickly gripped Kate’s biceps, fighting to maintain balance, but the hard muscle underneath your fingertips assured you that you were in no danger of being dropped.

You hadn’t noticed Kate’s muscle at first, but with the way the muscles of her strong arms rippled and stained as she flexed them, her tank top leaving little to the imagination, you decided the title of daddy definitely suited her.

“You’re gripping me so tight, huh, baby? Don’t worry, I won’t drop you,” Kate cooed in your ear, sending a chill throughout your system. Your shudders didn’t go unnoticed by her, causing her to smirk as she kicked a door to a room and let you go as she walked into the room.

You screw your eyes shut, preparing for the impact of the fall, but instead being met by the softness of a mattress underneath you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Kate towering over you, tank top already removed to reveal her sports bra underneath, and watching the way her muscles contort with her every movement distracted you from the witch sneaking up to you from your other side until you felt Wanda’s hand land on your stomach, trailing downwards.

“Such a good whore,” Wanda said as her hand dipped into your shorts, smirking at the way your legs instinctively spread open and she stole your attention away from Kate momentarily. “You want mommy’s fingers inside you, honey?”

“Mommy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as Wanda’s fingers made contact with your covered clit and she began rubbing slow and harsh circles there.

Bucking your hips into Wanda’s hand, you could feel yourself leaking through your shorts. But, much to your dismay, Wanda removed her hand when loud moans began to leave your mouth.

Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase Wanda’s hand, but red wisps floated around you and were suddenly pinning you to the mattress.

“Patience, “ Wanda warned you, her harsh glare bore into you as her magic kept your head in place. “I want Kate to have the first turn with you.”

Your eyes flickered to Kate, unable to move your head with Wanda keeping you completely immobilised.

The brunette still leaned over you at the edge of the bed, unintentionally sending chills through you with her eyes staring into yours while she tried to avoid looking at your body, which Wanda was slowly unveiling, knowing all it would lead to is weak knees and blushing.

“Come on, Katie,” Wanda reached out for her hand, pulling Kate until she landed on the bed with a soft thud, laying sprawled across your stomach. She manoeuvred herself so her body was laying across yours, her face inches from yours.

Wanda’s fingers threaded through Kate’s hair, twisting the locks around her hand and yanking back, abruptly pulling Kate’s face away from yours.

Wanda’s hand trailed down Kate’s front, whispering soft words into her ear in another language that you could barely hear. The sentences were soothing, a lullaby of sorts, to you, and they had you relaxing into the soft cotton of the bed and sinking deeper into submission underneath the two women.

Wanda’s hand stopped short of where Kate was dripping from, red swirling from her fingertips as the magic entrapped Kate’s thighs in its strong hold, black material sewing itself under Wanda’s hand under nothing but a rather thick harness covered Kate’s body and something dangling from her which was obscured by Wanda’s hand, and you nearly cursed yourself for hoping it was something she would fill you up with. Although the intimate place it was didn’t leave much to the imagination.

You could see Kate’s nervous glances, thrown over her shoulder to Wanda who reassured her, smiling at Kate and guiding her hips towards yours, but by that point your too dumbed down brain couldn’t make much sense of anything until Kate’s strap was trialing through your folds.

The strap was flexible, the small ridges creating stimulation that made you want to beg for more within seconds, but as soon as your mouth opened Wanda’s magic was slithering inside, filling your mouth, gagging you and muffling any words or sounds.

“So pretty,” Wanda muttered as a string of drool trailed down your chin and small whimpers vibrated around her magic.

“Aw, I think the sweet thing’s trying to beg,” you nodded your head quickly, bucking your hips to emphasise your point.

“Go on then, pup. Give her what she wants,” Wanda encouraged.

Kate looked back at her with wide eyes as you whined for her.

“I-I don’t know how to-“

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda interrupted Kate’s whispers, gripping the brunette’s hips, surely leaving bruises for the next morning. “Just help your toy feel good.”

You moaned loudly as Kate held the end of her strap, directing the tip into your entrance.

“More, please,” your muffled begging filled Kate’s ears, and suddenly her entire strap was pushed inside you.

“Fuck,” Kate sighed, nearly falling against you if it wasn’t for Wanda’s hands on her.

“Can you feel that, Katie?” Wanda said in her ear, guiding Kate’s hips in rocking movements. “Did I forget to mention that little surprise?” Kate let out a strangled moan as you clenched around her. “It’s a magic strap, baby,” Wanda muttered against Kate as her mouth fell to Kate’s neck. “You can feel everything that your pretty little slut does to you.”

“Mommy,” Kate ground into you as she spoke to Wanda, nearly ignoring you completely aside from her strap inside your pussy.

“Shh, I have one more surprise for you both,” Wanda said, red coils floating from her and wrapping around Kate’s strap, seeping into the tentacle.

Kate wasn’t sure what Wanda had done until she heard your moans increase in volume, and saw her strap wiggling inside of you.

“The little princess will be cumming in no time.”

A blush stained Kate’s cheeks, knowing what the tentacle was doing inside of you as she rolled her hips, moving it in and out of you.

Stifled begging filled the room as a coil tightened in your stomach, the rush of your orgasm quickly approaching. Kate’s hips rocked faster, desperate for the feeling of your walls surrounding her.

“Come on, please, please,” Kate groaned, grunting as her thrusts picked up and her tentacle-like-cock slammed into you. “Cum, baby. Just cum. I need you, please.” Kate’s hand reached out, her fingers quickly finding your little ball of nerves, rubbing furiously, trying to draw your climax out of you.

“Fuck,” Kate moaned with you as the tentacle twisted inside your pussy with a mind of its own, filling every part of your core and hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cum!”

And with a strangled scream your release washed over you, Wanda studying your face while Kate’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, reaching her peak seconds after you.

Hot cum spurted from crevices and holes in the tentacle and you tiredly sighed as it filled you up, cum leaking from both you and Kate as she collapsed against your chest, strap still buried in you, although it’s movements had stilled, and her hand had moved from your cliff to rest on your torso.

“Good girls,” Wanda whispered to you and Kate, dismounting from behind Kate to fall into bed beside you both, a sleepy look on Kate’s face while you were almost passed out. “You took it so well, angels.”

Kate hummed happily, shifting on top of you to get more comfortable, wet noises from where her strap was filling all of your ears, even from just that slight movement.

“Don’t wanna pull out,” Kate mumbled, burying her face in your neck as darkness lulled you towards sleep.

“It’s okay, detka. You don’t have to,” Wanda soothed her, hand coming up to stroke Kate’s hair, her fingers lightly scratching at her scalp. “Just relax and rest.”

Kate’s eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake, but she quickly succumbed to sleep and fell limp against you, Wanda gently shifting Kate’s body to stop her muscles from crushing you.

“Now everything is as it should be,” Wanda smiled at you, your eyelids illuminated with red as her magic did its work. Soon you would be just like Kate, if not worse. So obedient and dependent on her.

Just as Wanda wanted things to be.

#briar’s kinktober special 2022 #dark wanda maximoff #dark kate bishop #wanda x reader x kate #dark fic #c: wanda maximoff #c: kate bishop

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percheduphere · 5 months

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What I love about Mobius: he's so disarmingly normal.

Stress eater ✅️

Soft spot for broken things ✅️

Casual history buff ✅️

Not an athlete or skilled fighter by any means ✅️

1 2 big special interests ✅️

Attractive/handsome but not smoking hot ✅️

Dresses for professionalism and comfort, not style ✅️

Good at what he does but honestly just barely holding it together ✅️

Suppresses emotions like a champ until surprising rage explosion ✅️

Corny dad jokes ✅️

Gray hair because age and stress but mostly stress ✅️

Has a soft tummy ✅️

Empathy for centuries ✅️

He's not perfect. He's pretty comfortable with the status quo, and he had no idea he was working for the bad guys. Despite that, he managed to help a self-described villain (note: not how he sees it) find a safe place, make friends, and turn things around. What a guy.

#imagine what he could have c done for Wanda Maximoff #she desperately needed a support system and better environment too #loki #mobius #lokius #loki season 2 #loki series #loki spoilers #loki meta #my meta

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xmenuniverse · 2 months

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Wanda Maximoff in Women of Marvel #1 (2024), art by Arielle Jovellanos.

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lttlewing · 1 year

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elizabeth olsen as wanda maximoff

→ 1/∞ — captain america: civil war

#elizabetholsenedit #eolsenedit #wandamaximoffedit #mcuedit #wandanet #mcu #wanda maximoff #*#f: mcu #c: wanda maximoff #2022

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charturnus · 2 years

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I'm It's a complex

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

a/n: ...... So, surprise, I'm not dead! What can I say? Mercury was in retrograde? In all seriousness, I am very sorry for the ungodly amount of time between chapters, I hope this goliath makes up for it somewhat. Thank you to everyone who has been kind, your messages mean so much to me. Please let me know if you enjoy this!

Dedication: For Magda, who is the brightest light in my life. I know without a doubt that I will never be unloved by you, and that knowledge is balm for an aching soul.

Tags/warnings: 18+ minors DNI; top!wanda; bottom!reader; vaginal sex; praise; dominance; dirty talk; sex toys; degradation; unconventional therapy tactics

Word count: 15K

Summary: Chapter IX; Did you get enough of love, my little dove? AU

The one where Agatha is a show-off, you let something slip, and you make a friend.

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‘’I told you so!’’ Is the first thing Pepper says, as she steps over the threshold with a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a stack of papers in the other, a black tote bag slung over one shoulder. Kate follows right behind her, offering us her genuine congratulations. Neither of them know yet, of course. Wanda and I have been sitting tight on the secret of our budding relationship, so they’re just happy our staged kiss worked so well.

Wanda has made it her mission to throw a dinner party for her friends, so she can announce our relationship in style. But it turns out that it’s quite difficult to gather a group of women who all have insanely busy jobs. Pepper works crazy hours, Agatha sometimes works miles away, and I know from experience that Maria, who has taken over my old job, has her plate completely full. But, Wanda has managed to find a date and time that works for everyone, so as Pepper and Kate file in (20 minutes early), we all keep an eye on the clock, waiting for the others to arrive.

‘’Have you seen the pictures yet?’’ Kate asks me as we stand at the kitchen counter, pulling out empty plates, bowls and sets of cutlery to lay the table with. I shrug, ‘’Wanda doesn’t take papers or magazines, and she told me not to bother looking for it online. I think she’s got some weird experience with the press or something.’’ Kate gives me a wide-eyed look of understanding. ‘’They’re ruthless, they print really nasty things sometimes, she’s probably just trying to protect you.’’ I nod, unconcerned, ‘’yeah, probably.’’ I know tabloids have a way of painting people in the worst light possible, but Wanda isn’t that famous. It’s not like she’s an A-list celebrity, so I’m quite sure nobody is going to bother with me.

We each take a stack of plates, and a handful of cutlery to carry into the dining room and when I push through the door with my shoulder, I see that Agatha has joined the group. I didn’t hear the front door open, so she must have come in through the back. She's sitting together with Wanda and Pepper, leaning back in her chair, rolling her eyes at something the two other women are saying to her, their voices muddling together.

I don't quite catch what the conversation is about, but Kate is quick to turn to Pepper after we deposit the dishes on the scrubbed wooden table. "What was that about a hotel?" She asks, strolling over to seat herself comfortably in Pepper's lap. Their limbs fit together perfectly, in a way you wouldn’t assume when you see them standing next to each other. I envy the easy way Kate drapes herself over Pepper, with not a care in the world. My eyes linger for a short while on their intertwined fingers, but my attention is quickly drawn back to the topic at hand. My brows knit together in confusion at the mention of a hotel. I don’t understand why Pepper would need a hotel, as she isn’t due for a holiday yet.

"Are you going on holiday?" I ask casually, my curious side getting the better of me. I direct my question at Pepper, but it's Wanda who answers me, her voice soothing and casual, "no, honey, it's a work trip. Pepper and I are both going, and we need to book the hotel soon."

Kate’s eyes widen in alarm, and I watch as her hand tightens around Pepper's fingers. She gives her a reproachful look, "you didn't tell me you’re going away." Pepper looks genuinely sorry as she lays a comforting hand on Kate’s back, cradling her close. I turn to look at Wanda, my eyes asking the same question of her. You didn't tell me you’re going away.

"The conference was supposed to be in town, but the venue cancelled at the last minute," Pepper says, "the closest place we could find is a four-hour drive and there's no way we can travel 8 hours every day." It's fair, I know it is, but still my heart contracts painfully in my chest. ‘’I can come, right?’’ Kate asks, her tone hopeful and cheery, ‘’we haven’t been on holiday in ages.’’ Pepper for her part really does look sorry when she has to disappoint her. ‘’Honey, you know your mother will also be there, I don’t want you so near her for that long.’’ Kate’s face crumples, and she begins to cry softly, resting her head against Pepper’s as her shoulders shake. I ball my hands into fists, staving off the tears, wishing I could do the same.

I watch as Pepper cradles her close to her, holding her head tightly to her chest, rocking slightly as she whispers words I can’t make out. I can feel tears prickling at the back of my eyes, knowing already what’s to come. Wanda holds her hand out to me, inviting me into a hug. "It's only five days, dove," she says, holding me tightly, whispering, "You’ll be fine, won’t you? I bet you’ll enjoy a nice little break.’’

I want to crumple like Kate, be shushed by Wanda like Pepper is doing for Kate. But Wanda thinks I'm stronger than that, that five days apart is no big deal. And it is, of course it’s not a big deal. The rational part of me knows that there is nothing odd about this, it’s completely normal. So why then does it feel like my chest has been hollowed out?

Wanda doesn't expect me to cry. So, I force myself to smile at her. "Of course," I say with a laugh, my voice straining against the tears that threaten to escape from me, "it's only five days."

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As soon as the opportunity arises, I escape to the kitchen for a while, trying to find something useful to do. Wanda hired a catering company to take care of the food, so I can't cook, or pretend to fuss with the food that's cooking in the oven, or sitting covered on the counter.

I decide that wine is my best option, and I open the wine cooler, to inspect the available bottles. I slide my hand over the cool bottlenecks, feeling the condensation dampen my fingers. Truth be told, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't drink wine. So, I just take out the bottles one by one, and try to judge them on their appearance. I discount the white ones, simply because red wine looks more dramatic. The labels aren't very exciting, though, so this really doesn't help me to narrow it down.

"Are you contemplating alcoholism?"

Agatha's sudden appearance startles me so much that the bottle of Argentinean Malbec threatens to slip from my fingers, but thankfully I manage to regain my grasp on the thin neck before it can crash to the ground. My heart pounds in my chest, and I quickly replace the bottle, letting out my breath in a shaky puff. Agatha raises an eyebrow at me, "guilty conscience, hon?"

"Not a fan of people sneaking up on me, actually," I say, scowling as I close the door to the wine cooler. Agatha snorts, "I wasn't sneaking, I was looking for you."

"What for?"

"You tell me, you get your feelings hurt and next thing I know you look like you're turning to the bottle."

I’ve only known Agatha for a very short while, but after my conversation with her at the gala, I’m not surprised in the slightest that she noticed I’m upset. I actually think it’s pretty comical, and want to laugh at her remark, but I don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing I think she's funny. So I try very hard to make it look like I'm annoyed, and I keep my lips resolutely sealed.

"I thought you didn't drink?"

"I drink," I say evasively, now perusing a rack of champagne next to the wine cooler.

"Wanda said that you had your first drink in 10 years at the gala." I roll my eyes, "three years, actually. And so what? I fancy another one now."

Agatha moves over to lean against the kitchen counter, looking at me over the lenses of her glasses. "You know I have great connections with Alcoholics Anonymous, do you want me to give you their number?"

From the rack, I pull a bottle of Dom Pérignon, scanning the label like I know what I'm doing. "What are you actually here for? Because I think we both know I'm not looking to start a life of alcohol abuse." I keep my eyes glued to the label as I speak, turning it over and reading every word twice, anything so I won't have to look at her. But Agatha notices, of course she does.

"I see you're avoiding making eye-contact with me," she says, in that simple way she has of saying things. Just stating a truth, and waiting for me to explain myself. I don't, I just shrug, "it's not a crime, is it?"

‘’No,’’ she says airily, ‘’but I think it’s essential in order for a person to open up and allow themselves to be vulnerable. If you avoid eye-contact, you’re avoiding your own vulnerability.’’ This makes me falter, and I stammer a bit trying to find an adequate response, but Agatha ignores me, her eyes suddenly serious as she asks, "what do you think of Wanda having to go away for a business trip?"

Out of spite, I make sure to look Agatha dead in her eyes, but I regret it almost instantly. She's looking at me in that way again, like she can already see everything that's playing in my head, and she's just waiting for me to confirm her theories. "It's pretty normal for her to take business trips several times a year."

Agatha's eyes change, a look of reprove evident in her gaze. "I think you know that isn't what I was asking you." Her dissatisfaction with my answer stings, and not for the first time, I'm seized with a strange desire to tell her everything I'm worrying about. As if in doing so I wouldn't have to face her disapproval again. I try to keep myself composed, under her scrutinizing gaze. "It's only five days, Wanda said it's not a big deal." Agatha cocks her head to one side, "did she? I don't recall her saying that."

I'm agitated now, provoked by the anxiety from the conversation in the dining room, and now by Agatha prying into this situation. "But she meant it,’’ I say, a little too loudly, my voice cracking just a bit. ‘’Ah,’’ Agatha mutters, taking off her glasses, the end of one ear resting against her lips, ‘’so that’s what you’re about.’’ This makes precisely no sense to me, but Agatha doesn’t seem bothered to explain what she meant. She only smiles at me, the kind of encouraging smile I imagine her giving a client. ‘’You’re ashamed,’’ she says simply, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

‘’I beg your pardon?’’ Agatha ignores me again, which appears to be becoming a habit, and presses on with a question of her own, ‘’Wanda didn’t actually say that it wasn’t a big deal, did she? So why do you think she meant to say it?’’ My hands are beginning to shake, and I have to put the bottle of champagne down. ‘’I don’t know, she just asked me to deal with it.’’ I mumble, turning away from Agatha, so I don’t have to look at her anymore. Behind me, I hear her hum, mulling my statement over in her head. ‘’Remember what I said about eye contact, hon?’’

With a herculean effort, I turn around again, resting my back against the counter, slowly raising my eyes to look back up at her. She gives me a smile for my efforts. “Good job, hon,’’ she says in a higher pitched voice than I have heard from her so far. It feels somehow both condescending and rewarding. It’s the kind of tone you’d use when training a puppy, big exaggerate sounds that they can recognize, so they know when they’ve done something right. I want to hear her say it again.

"How did it make you feel when Kate began to cry?’’ she asks, her glasses dangling from her fingers. ‘’I don’t know, sad, I guess?’’ Agatha hums again, ‘’Sad because she was upset, or sad because you felt like you weren’t allowed to show the same level of emotion?’’

This throws me a bit, and I stutter out several uh’s and uhm’s before I can form a proper reply. ‘’I didn’t say that I wasn’t allowed to cry,’’ I say defensively. ‘’No, you didn’t. But you wanted to cry too, didn’t you?’’

‘’Why does that matter?’’ I say, my old agitation flaring up again. I feel my face heating up, and I’m profoundly uncomfortable under Agatha’s scrutiny. I don’t like that she knows these things about me. It frightens me that she can watch me and tell me exactly what goes on in my head. It feels invasive.

‘’If it doesn’t matter, answer my question.’’

‘’Fine,’’ I snap, much more aggressively than I had intended. ‘’I am upset, and I did want to cry, but that doesn’t matter anymore because it’s settled now.’’ Agatha’s brows furrow at my tone, but she doesn’t chide me for it. ‘’Do you really believe that?’’ she asks in a tone that suggests that she knows I’m lying. ‘’Wanda is going, and no amount of whining is going to change that.’’ She pulls a face of surprise, but I know enough to know by now that she isn’t surprised by this. I’m confirming what she’s known all along. ‘’Is that how you see the expression of your emotions? As whining?’’

‘’That’s not what I said.’’ Agatha smiles a devious smile. ‘’No, but you meant it,’’ she says, parroting my own words back at me. My shoulders slump forward a bit, my body wanting to shrink in on itself, to hide me from Agatha. ‘’Hon,’’ she says gently, laying a warm hand on my shoulder, ‘’I’m not doing this to be mean, I’m trying to help you. Be honest with me, and let me help you make it better.’’ I’m tired of this back and forth already, and the rational part of me knows that she’s right, Agatha isn’t doing this to antagonize me, so I sigh and nod. ‘’I just don’t want Wanda to think I’m too needy.’’

‘’And why is that?’’ she says, her tone encouraging, trying to coax me out of my shell. ‘’I’m afraid she won’t like me anymore if she knows how much I need her.’’ Agatha allows a silence to fall, stretching out painfully long. I think she’s waiting for me to say something, let loose more of my thoughts, but I don’t want to. Not when I’m not being prompted to, anyway.

‘’Have you felt that before?’’ she finally asks, after what feels like an eternity, ‘’That you couldn’t let someone know you needed them?’’

The answer is out of my mouth before I can stop myself. ‘’Yes.’’ I say, without even thinking about it. Something like triumph glitters in Agatha’s eyes, ‘’Why don’t you tell me about that, hon?’’ I shake my head dismissively, ‘’I don’t want to talk about it.’’

‘’You don’t have to give details, just give me a rough idea.’’ I shrug, my eyes finding the floor again. ‘’I don’t know, this is just so personal. I’m not your client.’’ Agatha chuckles, ‘’aren’t you?’’ She takes a step back from the counter and begins pulling open drawers, she stops when she opens the miscellaneous drawer, where we keep bits and pieces that don’t belong anywhere else. She fishes out a notepad that I’ve been using to write grocery lists on, and that Wanda uses to write little notes to me or the housekeeper. She produces a pen from her pocket and throws the notepad down on the counter, clicks the pen open, and begins to take notes.

She replaces her glasses carefully on the edge of her nose, writing down words that I can’t make out from here. A silence lingers for a while, and whilst Agatha seems perfectly at ease, I feel more and more disconcerted with every second that passes by. After a while, she looks up at me, her glasses sitting slightly crooked on her nose. ‘’So, are you going to accept that you need my help, or are you going to run yourself into the ground? The choice is all yours, toots.’’

This isn’t rejection, quite the opposite, but there’s a suggestion of it in her tone, and it makes me recoil. Her approval earlier felt so warm, enveloping me like a blanket, shutting out the cold. I feel ridiculous for wanting this from her, when I could get it somewhere else. I could go back to work, and fall back into the steady rhythm of misery, that nonetheless feeds that ugly part of me that wants to be praised for my actions.

For a second I feel the sensation of déjà vu, like I’ve done this exact thing before, stood in this spot together with Agatha. I know I haven’t, of course. Just a trick of the mind. But I know I’ve been here before, not in this kitchen, with this woman, but in different places, with other women. My neighbour, my aunt, several teachers, a doctor, and then me, wanting nothing more than to please, to say or do the right thing, so that they would like me and keep me around. Agatha waves a hand in front of my eye-line, and I realize I’ve been staring off into the distance. I shake my head slightly, clearing the foggy thoughts from my mind. ‘’Well?’’ she asks, her eyebrows raised, ‘’penny for your thoughts, hon.’’

‘’Kate used to be your client, right?’’ She’s surprised by my question, but she still answers me. ‘’A couple of years ago, yes.’’

‘’What did you do to help her?’’ Agatha smiles, and it’s slightly condescending, like I’m a child asking her why the grass is green. ‘’Trade secret, baby. It’s confidential.’’ I try to brush past the pet name, pushing her for more answers. ‘’At the gala, Mrs. Bishop said that thing to you,’’ I say with a slight flush creeping into my cheeks, ‘’about, uhm, you know- The mother thing.’’ Agatha snorts, shaking her head at me. ‘’Right, what was it again? Something about telling vulnerable girls to go fuck their mothers, I think.’’ Now she doesn’t have her glasses in hand anymore, she takes to playing with her pen, spinning it around in her hands. The plastic of the pen makes soft ticking noises as it makes contact with the many rings on her fingers.

‘’Eleanor Bishop doesn’t know the first thing about my line of work, and not just that, she has no clue who her daughter truly is. She knows that I encouraged both her relationship and her dynamic with Pepper, and unfortunately, she found out a few too many details about the workings of it all. She drew her own conclusions, and as a result, she spouts nonsense like that.’’

‘’Oh,’’ I say, ‘’so, she was lying? I mean, you didn’t-‘’ I trail off awkwardly, and Agatha laughs, the sound of echoing through the kitchen. ‘’What? Tell her she wants to fuck her mother? No, I didn’t.’’ My face heats up, and I scramble for my words, ‘’N-no I didn’t, that’s not what I-‘’ But Agatha waves it away dismissively. ‘’Eleanor Bishop is upset, because she realized that she messed her kid up, and she’s looking for everything she couldn’t get from her mother, somewhere else. Kate is making up for lost time, and her mother can’t accept that she failed her child.’’

Unbidden, the image of my own mother floats up into my mind's eye, and the little voice in my head taunts me when the similarities in our situation become so clear to me. I think she can sense my discomfort, and the shift in energy, because she shrugs it off, ‘’never mind all of that, if you want the details of Kate’s treatment plan, you’re going to have to ask her for consent because I’m not in the business of HIPAA violations.’’

‘’O-okay.’’ I manage weakly. ‘’That’s later,’’ she says, her demeanour shifting as she looks back down at the notepad full of her scribbles, ‘’now I’d like to circle back to that question I asked you. Someone made you feel like you couldn’t let them know you needed them. Who made you feel that way, and why?’’

‘’Uhm,’’ I mutter, forcing myself once again to make eye contact with Agatha, ‘’my mother.’’ I watch as her eyebrow twitches slightly, and her eyes light up as though she just struck gold. ‘’You needed her, as all children need her mothers,’’ she says, ‘’but she didn’t fulfil those needs?’’ Her voice is sweet as honey, asking a question to which she already knows the answer.

I begin to pick at the skin around my palm, digging my nails in hard to prevent myself from crying. ‘’My mother didn’t care for me like mothers are supposed to,’’ I say, ‘’I had to care for her a lot of the time, support her emotionally, I mean.’’ Agatha nods her understanding, encouraging me to continue. ‘’I needed her when I was little, and after that too sometimes. But I never felt like I could tell her that, because I was supposed to be the strong one.’’

Her pen flies over the page as I speak, and I try to follow it, but can’t make any sense of it. She isn’t writing down my words, but that’s as much as I can tell. She’s drawing arrows too, and little stars next to sentences. She doesn’t say things that my old therapist would have said, like ‘that’s rough’, or ‘that must have been hard on you’. She just lays down her pen, nodding her head solemnly. ‘’What were you feeling when Pepper comforted Kate as she cried?’’

The question throws me a bit, because my mind had wandered off into the dark depths of my past. I bring myself back to that moment in the dining room, standing there watching Kate fall apart. I shift my weight nervously from foot to foot, and shrug.

"Be honest, tell me how you felt."

"Envious."

‘’Ah,’’ Agatha says softly, ‘’You wanted Wanda to do the same for you?’’

My nails dig harder into my palm, as tears threaten to spill from my eyes and fall down my cheeks. ‘’Pepper just saw straight away how upset Kate was, and she comforted her. I wanted that too.’’

‘’You want Wanda to look after you, like Pepper looks after Kate?’’

‘’I guess,’’ I say, acting like I wouldn’t give the world to be comforted by Wanda right now. I think back to my first night at the house, and how gentle and kind she was then. She held me as I cried, and rocked me to sleep. I wonder what it would take for her to do that again.

Agatha hums thoughtfully, ‘’that dynamic didn’t spring up out of nowhere, you understand that, don’t you? It takes time and trust, and most importantly honesty and openness.’’ This sounds so much like actual advice, that the surprise must be evident on my face, because Agatha snorts, ‘’you know I have my PhD in psychology, don’t you? I can say half decent things when I bother to.’’ She shakes her head at me, but I haven’t yet wiped the smirk from her face.

‘’Pepper didn’t spot that Kate was upset out of nowhere, it was communicated to her when Kate began to cry, Pepper picked up that cue, and was then able to comfort her. It’s about communication and mutual understanding.’’ Agatha removes her glasses again, her gaze suddenly stern, ‘’and given that you’re standing here contemplating getting drunk, rather than talking to Wanda, that indicates to me that you have a long way to go in that department.’’

***

Our impromptu therapy session comes to an end when Wanda slips in through the half open kitchen door to announce Maria’s arrival. She doesn’t seem surprised in the slightest at Agatha’s presence, and merely gives my hand a little squeeze as she leads me out of the kitchen and to the dinner table. All seats, barring one, are filled, and I know, even without anyone telling me so, that that seat was meant for Natasha Romanoff. Opposite me, Kate looks to have calmed down mostly, and she’s contentedly nibbling on some bread as she listens to Pepper gloat about our achievement. Her cheeks are red now, though, and I notice her squirming in her seat, but quickly my attention is diverted by Pepper showing the others the magazine covers featuring mine and Wanda’s picture.

I have a look, too, and I’m surprisingly pleased at how the photographs turned out. Our backseat kiss genuinely looks like it could have been an accident, our edges are blurred, making it look like it was hastily taken. We’re pressed impossibly close to one another, the flush in my cheeks clear, even in the fuzzy picture, the sight of this brings me right back to that moment. Under the table, Wanda takes hold of my thigh, squeezing slightly. ‘’You make a handsome pair,’’ Maria says, inclining her head towards us with a smile. Wanda nudges me playfully with her elbow, ‘’we do, don’t we, honey?’’

Maria snorts, ‘’you could’ve fooled me.’’

‘’Actually, that’s why I asked you all to come over today,’’ Wanda says, making good use of the segue provided by Maria, ‘’we may or may not have been keeping a secret from you.’’ Even with so little to go on, the reaction from the room is instantaneous. Kate gasps hugely, and Agatha slumps back in her chair with triumph, a gloating look on her face. ‘’I knew it,’’ she says, with a shit-eating grin, ‘’cough up, Hill.’’ Maria curses, slamming her fist hard against the wooden table, ‘’oh come on! You couldn’t have waited two more weeks?’’

I look between the two women with some confusion, trying to figure out what exactly they’re talking about. Maria fishes a £50 note out of her pocket, and slides it across the table with a sour look. ‘’You took a bet on our relationship?’’ I say indignantly, but all the women at the table, including Maria, merely laugh at me. ‘’For the record, I knew before you had even signed that damned contract that this would happen.’’ Pepper states, pointing her finger around at everyone, ‘’I called this.’’

‘’I’m sorry Wands,’’ Agatha says, as she pockets the money, ‘’it was too good of an opportunity to let go. I think all of us knew this was bound to happen.’’ She’s clearly right, because it seems that everyone had been expecting for us to make the announcement soon. Even with the anxiety about Wanda’s trip weighing me down, I feel slightly comforted by the knowledge that Wanda’s friends are accepting of us, and approving of me. They treat me like one of their own, and have done so since the very first moment. And once the moment of shock has passed, everyone goes back to their regular conversations. The normalcy of it all grounds me somewhat, even as my stomach twists and turns as I think over Wanda’s upcoming trip.

***

The dinner is delicious, the wine even more so. Still, my appetite is minimal. Even with the good conversation, and the nice company, my mood is dampened by the thought of Wanda’s departure. I nibble at my meal, pushing it around a little with my fork. I compensate for my lack of enthusiasm for the food by gulping down the wine. It goes straight to my head. Not in the way hard liquor does, this feels different somehow. My head swims, and I feel the buzz, but there’s none of the horrible nausea that comes with drinking cheap vodka.

Wanda notices that I don’t make much of a dent in my dinner, and she places a strong hand on my thigh, leaning in to whisper to me, asking me if I’m feeling alright. Seated at the head of the table, Agatha is holding court, loudly telling a lewd story involving a student, several board members and a cat o' nine tails whip. ‘’Of course,’’ I lie, with a smile, and I notice that it’s a bit harder to pull off than I am used to. In the before times, as I now have come to think of them, I told all sorts of lies all the time, with no issue whatsoever. Yes, I slept well. Yes, I ate my dinner. No, this project isn’t overwhelming. No, I don’t need more time to work on it. Lying came as easily to me as breathing, and the difficulty I have now, however slight, unsettles me.

Wanda frowns a bit, looking down at my hardly touched plate, and she opens her mouth to speak, but I am saved from her inquiries by the sound of breaking glass. I start, almost threatening to upset my own wine glass, but I save it in the nick of time. Across the table from me, Kate’s face is red, and a slight shimmer of tears is visible in her eyes once more. Her glass lies broken on the ground, the little orange juice that was in it, splattered all over the floor. Pepper’s hand flies to the ring of her collar, yanking her harshly towards her.

‘’Uh oh…’’ Agatha sing songs, a cruel smile on her face, ‘’you should house train your pets Pepper.’’ If looks could kill, Agatha would be decomposing where she sits. Ever dignified, however, Pepper ignores her, instead choosing to hiss some words to Kate that I can’t make out. Kate is still squirming, tears steadily dripping down her face. It doesn’t shock me, but I’m surprised to see them interact like this. Until now, I’ve never witnessed an altercation between them, and it’s strange to hear the venom in Pepper’s voice when she grabs Kate harshly by the face, to turn her head in our direction.

‘’Now apologize to miss Wanda for breaking her pretty glass.’’ Kate whines, and she struggles in Pepper’s grasp, but she manages to stutter out a weak, ‘’I- I’m sorry, muh-miss Wanda.’’ Wanda for her part takes it well, she squeezes my thigh slightly before she speaks, her voice gentle and reassuring, ‘’that’s alright Katie, thank you for apologizing. Are you going to be a good girl and clean it up?’’

Something inside me jumps at her words, and I suddenly wish it were me in Kate’s position. Across the table, I watch as Pepper’s fingers move from her face, where they were squishing Kate’s cheeks together, back to her collar, pulling her in so close that only she can make out her partner’s words. My eyes drift to Pepper’s lap, where her phone lies open on a screen that shows something like sound waves. I stare at it for a while, unsure of what I’m looking at, but when Pepper’s finger casually slides over the screen to increase the waves, and Kate lets out a high-pitched noise of surprise, I realize what’s going on. I feel the heat bloom in my face, and I look away quickly from the pair, trying to ignore Wanda’s warm hand on my thigh, and the strange feelings swirling in my gut. In my haste to look anywhere but the scene in front of me, I accidentally make eye contact with Agatha, who sits at the head of the table, leaning back in her chair, grinning at me from over the rim of her glasses. She raises an eyebrow at me, and I can just imagine her voice as though she were actually speaking to me.

Enjoying the show, hon?’

***

Under Pepper’s watchful gaze, Kate sweeps up the broken glass and mops the floor to clear it from the orange juice. She’s not crying anymore, but she’s prone to having fits of uncontrollable shaking, whenever Pepper plays with the waves on her phone. Everyone at the table continues their conversations, acting like this is the most normal thing in the world to them. And maybe it is.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Wanda whispers to me, ‘’I know it’s a lot, is that why you’re having a bit of a hard time tonight?’’ I seize this opportunity with both hands, ‘’Yes,’’ I whisper back, watching as Kate clambers into Pepper’s lap, having just finished cleaning up her mess, ‘’it’s okay though, I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.’’

She seems satisfied with this explanation, and she throws an arm over my shoulders, reclining in her seat. Kate has her face buried in the crook of Pepper’s neck, and the conversation falls silent, just in time for us to her Kate mumble something against Pepper’s skin. ‘’I’m sorry mommy.’’

It feels like a current of electricity runs through my body at the sound of that word, and suddenly the room has become uncomfortably hot. I’m hyper aware of Wanda’s arm around my shoulders, and I know for certain that if I were to turn my head, Agatha would be right there staring at me. I don’t give her the satisfaction, so I resolutely stare straight ahead. ‘’Don’t mind her,’’ Pepper says airily to the room at large, ‘’she’s fussy today’’ and then, turning to Kate, ‘’aren’t you, puppy?’’

Kate seems much more relaxed now, her tears are gone, her sniffles replaced with soft moans and whines. She nods blearily, her hands pawing slightly at Pepper’s blouse. ‘’Someone’s impatient.’’ Maria laughs, and she stands up to fetch a simple black bag sitting on an ottoman in the corner of the room. I recognize it as the bag Pepper brought over today. She throws it underhanded to Pepper, who surprisingly catches it. ‘’Give us some entertainment, won’t you? It’s been ages.’’ Pepper gives her an annoyed look, ‘’she broke a glass, Hill. I know you don’t understand the concept of discipline, but she can’t be rewarded for that.’’

‘’Who said it’ll be a reward?’’ Agatha cuts in, shoving her chair back loudly and strolling over to where Pepper sits holding the bag. She reaches in, fishing out a pretty purple toy with a suction cup. She leans down to attach it to the floor, before heading back to her seat. ‘’She can fuck herself on that, we all know she won’t be able to cum from just that.’’ Kate’s eyes go wide, and she whines, both of her hands clutching at Pepper’s blouse now. ‘’No, no, no, no. Mommy, I’m sorry,’’ she cries, ‘’you promised, you said I could.’’ But Pepper doesn’t relent, merely giving her a stern look, ‘’maybe later, if you’re a good girl for us now, okay puppy?’’

Maria helps Pepper to extract the girl from her, guiding her to the floor, where they squat on either side of her to manoeuvre her to her knees. Once she’s down, Maria returns to her seat, keeping a respectful distance. From my position, I can’t see everything that’s happening, but I watch as Pepper reaches her hand up Kate’s skirt and whispers some words to her that I can’t hear. Kate puts her hands on Pepper’s shoulders to steady herself, there’s a wet sucking noise that makes even the tips of my ears feel hot, and then the quiet room is filled with a buzzing noise. I feel rather light-headed as I watch Maria helpfully turn down the waves on Pepper’s phone, and the vibrations stop instantly.

‘’Be a good girl and fuck yourself on that, puppy.’’ Pepper says, petting Kate’s hair affectionately, ‘’you heard miss Maria, they want a show.’’ There’s a smacking noise, and I assume Pepper tapped Kate on her ass, because she makes a startled noise, and moves into action almost instantly. She shuffles on her knees, holding on to Pepper for support, before lowering herself down. I can only imagine what is going on beyond my line of sight, but Kate lets out a low moan of relief, that almost fills in the blanks on the picture in my head. I can almost see the purple silicone between her thighs. Pepper raises herself up again, slipping a small black toy, shining with slick, into the pocket of her trousers. ‘’That’s a good girl, puppy.’’

***

My head swims, either from the alcohol, Wanda's ever burning grip on my thigh, or Kate's increasingly loud moans. Maria, Pepper and Agatha are egging Kate on, making lewd comments about her body, and vulgar remarks about everything they could be doing to her if only she had been a good girl. Kate's face is red and streaked with tears that are by now dripping down her chin. Whilst she had started off moving slowly, her face contorted as though the toy was almost painful, she now sets a punishing pace, and she pants with the effort of it.

''It's such a shame that you've forgotten how to behave, Katie.'' Agatha remarks with a dark smile, ''it's been so long since you kept my pretty cock warm.'' In response to this, Kate lets out a tortured sound, ''no, no, no, no, no...'' She whines, turning her eyes upward to look alternately at Pepper and then at Agatha. ''Please- Please,'' she huffs, ''you promised, you said I could, I've been good all week.''

My heart beats at four times its normal speed, and I can't help but keep myself focused on Kate as she bobs up and down on the toy. The revelation that Agatha has slept with Kate before doesn't shock me, as it probably should, but the thought that Pepper would share her is astounding to me.

''Mommy, please,'' Kate whines again, fingers grabbing at Pepper's white trouser legs, ''I'll be so good, please, please I want to sit on daddy’s lap.'' If Pepper is surprised at that title for Agatha, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she rolls her eyes, grabbing a fistful of Kate's hair, yanking her upright, ''you're a desperate little cock whore lately, aren't you?'' With a shove, she's pushed in the direction of Agatha, who looks as though Christmas has come early. My throat feels rather dry, and I take a shaky gulp of my wine. Wanda, who's been silent until now, speaks up, ''you can't blame her for wanting Agatha, now can you Pepper? I think we've all fallen victim to her charm at some point.''

My head feels much too foggy to even begin to try to understand what this means, so I just decide to let it go for now. Wanda clearly feels more confident, now that everyone is busy watching this display, and she leans down slightly to press a kiss to my cheek, her hand dropping back to my thigh and skirting dangerously close the apex of my thighs. Quite suddenly, I'm uncomfortably aware of the throbbing sensation between my legs.

I look around for a distraction, for something that could help me turn these feelings around, something dull to stare at, tiles to count. But my wandering eye is drawn to Agatha, who is beckoning Kate over to her. I wait for something to happen, for someone to search through the black bag again and produce another toy. But, nothing of the sort happens, Kate merely lowers herself obediently in between Agatha's spread legs.

''I told you to house-train your pets, Peps,'' Agatha says smugly, her nimble fingers moving to undo the zip of her trousers. I feel as though I might faint any moment now. ''How many years has it been now? Four? Five?'' her fingers dig in the opening of her zip, grasping at something I can't see, ''and she still remembers my training.''

From the gap she pulls another toy, also purple, but short and thick, and more realistic in looks. The thought of Agatha walking around with that hidden all evening makes my head spin, and my mouth water. Kate doesn't need instructions, and simply leans down to take Agatha in her mouth. With a smirk, the older woman collects all of Kate's hair to keep it away from her mouth. I have to breathe in through my nose and let my breath out through my mouth in order to calm my racing heart somewhat. But it's difficult when Maria talks about how Kate ''sucks cock like a champ'' and when Pepper is urging Agatha to ''make her choke on it''

Agatha seems to like Pepper's suggestion, because a few times she snaps her hips up sharply, and in response Kate makes a grotesque gagging noise, saliva dribbling from her chin to her chest. Even through all of this, I manage to keep it together, manage to ignore the way Agatha makes conversation with Maria as if Kate isn't sucking her off under the table.

But when after a few long minutes, Agatha hauls Kate up to sit in her lap, my brain seems to short-circuit. Kate lets out a contented sigh of relief, but this is only short-lived because the second she tries to lift herself up to fuck herself on it, Agatha stops her. Kate's lower lip trembles, and I'm sure she's going to put up a fight, but she remains silent. ''See?'' Agatha gloats, ''you can be a good girl. Go on, grind on my cock, Katie.'' She flips up Kate's skirt to reveal her cunt, soaking wet and swollen. My clit twitches and throbs, and I grasp at Wanda's hand, my fingers clutching hers desperately. I can't take my eyes off of her, and all I can think is why her, and not me?

Images of me in Kate's position flood my mind. I want Wanda to reach out and touch me, in front of everyone here, I don't care. I just need this ache to stop, but I don't know how to ask for it. Kate is getting desperate now, and I like to imagine that she's letting out my frustration for me. At least she can be loud, I have to sit here quietly.

She's struggling in Agatha's grasp, but the older woman holds her firmly in place. ''Please, please, please-'' she babbles, and I'm not sure who she's asking. ''Please what?'' Pepper answers. Kate's whole body trembles as Pepper gets up, moving to stand in front of Kate seated on Agatha's lap I can feel my own wetness, and I'm sure that if I were to touch myself now, my fingers would be covered in my own slick. My hands are sweaty, and my legs are shaking.

Pepper’s fingers find their home around Kate’s throat, and they both smile. Kate looks relieved, almost. ‘’Please take care of me mommy, I need- I need…’’ It comes out slightly garbled, but I can still make out the words. ‘’It’s okay baby, let’s empty that pretty head of yours.’’

I’m highly conscious of Wanda next to me, and I wonder what she thinks of this. Does she want this like I want this?

I wish this were us.

I wish I could ask her to take care of me.

When Kate comes, Agatha’s eyes find mine again, and I can almost hear her speaking to me, gloating and goading. I can almost feel her hands on my waist, just as they are on Kate’s. You wish this was you, don’t you?

The room feels much too hot, and I feel too exposed. My chair makes a loud scraping noise when I push it back, startling everyone except for Pepper and Kate, who seem to be in a world of their own.

Wanda rises to follow me, but I hear Agatha calling her to stay, and to let me go.

***

When I burst into the bedroom, where the windows have been open all evening, I notice how clammy I feel. My mouth is dry and tacky, the world spinning slightly on its axis. Maybe I had a little bit too much wine. But what else was I supposed to? All evening I’ve been trying to push Wanda’s trip from my mind, but I feel the horrible, twisted sadness creeping in again. My chest feels hollowed out, empty and gaping. I blame Agatha and her awful questions.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this, I don’t want to cry, but I can feel it in my throat and behind my eyes. I swallow it back. I’m better than that, surely. I lower myself onto the edge of the bed on shaking arms. I want comfort, I want Wanda. But I can’t have her, I don’t know how to ask for this. I don’t even know what I want to ask for. What do I even want her to do? Fuck the sadness out of me? Maybe that idea isn’t half bad. At least then I won’t have to think about this. Maybe that’s why Kate wanted to do all of that today, maybe she just knows how to regulate her emotions better than I do.

Almost mechanically, I push myself back up, and make my way to the second bedroom, that once was meant to be mine. I pull out the tote bag that I had wedged between the headboard and the wall on my first day at the house. My toy doesn’t look like Kate’s, but it has a suction cup just like hers. This will do.

With trembling hands, I suction the toy to the smooth tiles of the bathroom floor. I make sure it's close enough to the bath, so I can drape my upper body over that when I inevitably lose the strength in my arms to keep myself upright. Hastily I slide my underwear down my legs, kicking them away into the corner and I sink down onto my knees. The tiles are hard and cold, and it's somewhat painful to kneel there. I think it's wonderful.

I'm wet all down my thighs, and yet I know I haven't been prepped properly. I know this will hurt for a while, but I welcome the pain. The lubricant spreads messily over my hand, cold and slick, as I wipe it off on the toy. Gingerly, I lower myself down over it, mewling as the cold head slips and slides over my heated clit. When I position the head over my entrance I realize just how unprepared I am for this, but I can't find it in myself to care, if I don't get this inside me now I feel as though I might collapse in on myself.

The stretch is significant, but it still slides in easily thanks to the combined wetness of my arousal and the lubricant. Just the head rests inside, and I have to breathe through the stinging pain. It doesn't hurt too much for me to continue, so I try to relax and bounce myself up and down a bit. After a few moments I feel able to take some more of the length, though it still stings. The head now rests comfortably against that one delicious spot inside of me, and I have to bite back a moan. How can something feel so uncomfortable, and yet so wonderful at the same time?

It takes only a few minutes for my body to adjust, and for the stinging to fade away into nothingness. Now all I feel is a primal, deep sort of need. My insides twist and squirm, begging for more, begging for some kind of relief, not just of the physical kind. The rhythm I establish is nothing short of messy, and it’s all wrong. I can’t get the pacing right, and that marvellous feeling of bottoming out on a toy is nowhere to be found. It feels good, but not good enough. Frustrated tears pool in my eyes, so thick and heavy they actually fall, dripping all the way down my chin onto my chest. After fifteen minutes I am half sobbing, half moaning, delirious from an ache I can’t satisfy. I need more, I need more, I need- I need-

When Wanda finds me, she looks surprised. Her mouth open and rounded into a perfect little oh. I can’t stop myself, not even with Wanda here. It aches so bad, and I can’t make it go away, no matter how much I try. I don’t want to think about how I must look to her now, red-faced and sobbing, still dressed, fucking myself on her bathroom floor. She doesn’t give me time to consider it. She is on her knees in front of me in a split second, her hands smoothing my hair away from my sweaty face. ‘’What do you need?’’ she asks, so earnestly I would cry, if I wasn’t crying already.

‘’Please, please, please, please.’’

I hang my head, to let it rest on her shoulder, breathing in her perfume as I take shuddering breaths in between each word. ‘’I need- need- you, please, I can’t- I can’t.’’ Wanda’s hands grasp my hips, trying to slow my movement, and I almost scream in utter frustration. ‘’No, no, no, puh-lease,’’ is all I can get out, before she shushes me. ‘’Honey, take a deep breath, and tell me what you need, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.’’

I force myself to stay still, to breathe deeply in, and out, and again. Until my body relaxes somewhat into Wanda. ‘’There you go, good girl,’’ she coos, reigniting the heat in my belly once more. ‘’I can’t do it right,’’ I whine into her neck, my fingers grasping at her arms, ‘’I can’t feel and think at the same time, and I can’t get it to feel right.’’

She smooths a soothing hand down my back, and I can feel her smile into my hair. ‘’It’s okay, baby. Did seeing Katie like that get you excited?’’ I whimper, and nod, too far gone to even be ashamed of admitting it. She guides me off of the toy, ignoring my whines, and removing the toy from the tiles. ‘’It made me excited too, made me want you just like Agatha was having her, would you like that, sweet girl?’’ She helps me to my feet with my hands in hers, and just for this moment, I decide, it doesn’t matter. She has admitted to me, so now I may admit to her. Just for tonight. ‘’Please, I need you so badly.’’ I whisper, my eyes downcast to the blueish bathroom tiles, my fingers grasping tightly onto hers.

Wanda has smiled at me in a thousand different ways. She has a smile for everything, for an exceptionally well performing report, for over hours at work, for when I make her breakfast just right, for when she wants to say I love you without saying it. But now her smile is devilish and predatory, and this is entirely foreign to me.

Her lips curl up beautifully, her eyes shine with the infinite possibilities of her power over me. It’s the most dangerous smile she has ever given me, and yet I have never felt so safe.

***

Wanda guides me from the bathroom into the bedroom, and onto the bed. She positions me on my knees, on top of the soft sheets. From there, I watch as she strips, the muscles in her arms becoming more pronounced when she reaches up to pull her shirt over her head. She slips the harness on like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like tying her shoelaces, or doing up the buttons of a coat. She needs my help to fit the base of the toy through the ring, and with the combined shakiness of my hands, and the slickness of the toy, it takes a few moments before it’s comfortably in place. She kisses me, hastily, like she herself is impatient too, and she asks me quietly ‘’are you sure about this? Remember to tap out when you want to stop.’’ I nod so quickly that I fear I might have given myself whiplash, and my enthusiasm makes Wanda smile. I hesitate for half a second, but then I speak up, ‘’don’t go easy on me- please, I think I just need- I don’t know, I just want you to be a bit rough.’’

Wanda smiles again, and this time it’s a cocky thing, all smugness and pride. My insides twist at the thought of what is to come and my head buzzes at the sight of Wanda like this, cool and confident, perfectly at ease, perfectly in control. She knows I will bend for her, in whichever way she asks me to. She knows I’m all hers, to with as she pleases.

Her hand is warm and firm as she places it in the middle of my back, pushing down harshly to bend me over. I fall into position as though I was born to do this, my back arched prettily, legs spread as far as they can go. ‘’You really are gagging for it, aren’t you?’’ Wanda delights, so satisfied with herself that I can hear it in her voice. I don’t bother responding, I just whine and wiggle my ass for her.

The smack comes as somewhat of a surprise, startling me so much that I yelp out loud, my voice reverberating through the room. Her hand instantly rubs smoothing circles over my stinging skin, and the motion has me moaning hotly, leaning back into her, sticking out my ass, asking for more. She delivers two more hits that leave me reeling, and somewhere in the distance I can hear her snicker. ‘’I’m going to have so much fun putting you over my lap someday, sweetheart.’’

And I would respond to her, tell her how much I want that, but then her fingers find my soaked cunt and my brain goes silent. Her intake of breath, along with the slick sounds her fingers make, are the only sounds in the room for a few moments, but when she sinks two fingers into me, I groan just a bit too loudly. I push back against her, impatient for more, but she’s stubborn. She fucks into me lazily for a while, her hand splayed out on my back, holding me in place. Then suddenly her fingers are gone, leaving me empty and wanting.

I hold my breath, waiting for her strap, waiting for her to give me what I want. But seconds pass, and then a few minutes, and suddenly, the dam in me breaks completely. My arms give way underneath me, and a sob tears at my throat. I struggle in her grasp, fighting against the hand on my back, holding me in place. ‘’Ah, ah, ah,’’ Wanda muses, placing both of her hands on my hips now, so harshly that her fingernails dig into my skin, ‘’that’s not the way to ask.’’

Tears find their way back to my eyes and drip hotly onto my chest. I wail into the sheets underneath me, ‘’please, please, please.’’ The words tumble over and into each other, blending together in a jumbled mess of tears and saliva, and muffled by the sheets. ‘’Pl-ease, I need- I- I- oh…’’

Wanda finally takes pity on me, sliding her strap into me in one thrust, the front of her thighs resting against my backside. Her skin is warm, but against my overheated clammy skin, it’s like she’s icy cold. I am so wet that she slides right in, with absolutely no resistance. She holds me there for a while, and I relish in the way we fit together, Her cock pressed snugly against that sweet spot inside of me. Then, slowly, one of her hands creeps up towards my scalp, sliding in between my hair and scratching softly. ‘’Detka,’’ she muses, her voice velvety smooth, ‘’remember that you asked for this.’’

Then her hand balls up into a fist, collecting a handful of my hair and pulling hard. At the same time, she thrusts her hips into me, so harshly that my full body lurches forward. I would have fallen if she didn’t have such a strong hold on me. Some part of it hurts, and I know I will feel her tomorrow, but for now the pain makes it feel just that much better, and when her cock rubs me in just the right way I howl from the pleasure of it. She gives me no time to adjust before she sets a punishing pace, laughing at the way I squirm under her. It is somehow both too much, and yet still not enough.

Tears are steadily leaking from the corners of my eyes, and I’m having a hard time containing the saliva in my open, moaning mouth. Wanda delights in it, cooing at me with a slightly cruel tone of voice. ‘’You’re such a mess, baby. Is that really all it takes?’’ I can’t think, let alone string a sentence together. But she feels so good inside of me, and I need her to know this. In this position, I feel so totally enveloped by her, that it’s almost overwhelming. I suck in great lungfuls of air, trying to form any sounds that aren’t moans. I end up making some kind of wailing gasping noise, punctuated by a high-pitched squeak, as she tries to deliberately trip me up by giving me an extra rough thrust,

‘’Awww, what’s wrong, little dove? Is it too much? Do you need me to stop?’’ The hand in my hair releases its hold and my upper body, no longer supported by her strength, falls limply to the bed. She stays infuriatingly still inside of me, and I can hear her panting slightly as her hands cup my ass. When I try to move myself, they find their way back to my hips, holding me in place. ‘’Isn’t that better, dove? You were struggling so much, I think you’ve had enough.’’

I know she’s only teasing, but the threat of being left like this so horrifying that my tears begin to flow once more. ‘’No, no, no, no, please, please don’t.’’ I try to buck my hips into her, but I can’t move a millimetre with her holding me so tightly. She chuckles at my cries of frustration, clearly amused by this display of desperation. She pulls out lightly, just to tease me a bit, sliding her strap in and out in a slow and steady pace that leaves me reeling. I am so close, and I know that if she touched me in just the right way, it wouldn’t take long.

In one final act of desperation I reach for one of the hands grasping my hips, and she must think I simply want to hold it, because she lets go of one of my hips to entangle her fingers with mine. Carefully I guide her around my body, flatting her hand so that her palm is flush against my skin. I find the spot with ease, and lay my hand over hers, pressing her into my lower stomach, where I know she can now feel herself inside of me.

She swears loudly, and she moves experimentally to feel the bulge of her cock. ‘’Please,’’ I whimper, ‘’you feel so good inside of me, please, please, I need more.’’ I expect for this to break her, for her to finally give me what I want, but if anything it gives her more restraint. She relishes in the feel of her cock bulging in my lower stomach, I can tell by the way she presses down on me, and increases the force behind her thrusts. She refuses to speed up though, simply pulling out languidly, before thrusting back in with considerable force behind it. It’s sloppy, and on every other thrust her strap slips out and slides over my clit as she tries to push back into me. This act alone brings me right to the edge, the feel of the slick ridges of her cock over my aching clit, pulls the knot in my abdomen ever tighter. It’s so, so very close to what I need, but it’s still not enough.

The frustration of the night, combined with the fears surrounding Wanda’s trip and the painful edging she’s putting me through, finally become too much. I let myself cry in earnest, feebly trying to buck my hips into her, trashing in her arms as she holds me close to her. I can’t take this any more, I can’t think, I can hardly breathe.

‘’Say something nice,’’ Wanda muses, amusement clear in her voice, ‘’and I’ll think about letting you come.’’

‘’Mo-mmy-‘’ I whimper, no longer able to contain myself, too far gone to think straight, I echo Kate’s desperate plea from easier. Behind me, Wanda stills, her grip on me loosens, and I find room to throw my hips back, fucking myself on her cock. She doesn’t try to stop me. One of her hands finds its way to my throat, pulling me up slowly until I’m flush with her front, her breasts pressing against the bare skin of my back. ‘’Say that again,’’ she whispers, her breath hot against the shell of my ear.

I’m so ready to come, I try to spread my legs, to slide my own hand down to rub at my clit, but Wanda is too quick for me. With her free hand she catches my wrist, and she holds my body in position with the combined grip on my throat and her thighs holding mine steady. ‘’I said, say that again,’’ she hisses, giving my throat an extra squeeze.

‘’Mommy,’’ I whine, ‘’Please, I wanna- I- I need-‘’

‘’I know, little dove,’’ Wanda coos, pulling out of me fully, and guiding me to lay on my back, ‘’do you want mommy to make it all better?’’ Somehow, when she repeats it back to me the reality of what I’ve done begins to set in, somewhere in the back of my mind my anxiety kick-starts. Now there’s a battle waging in my mind, between shame and desire. But with Wanda’s soft hands on my skin, and the still slick strap bobbing between her thighs, my shame buckles for my desire. My face flushes, and I shake my hair in front of my face to hide myself, but I nod, and hum my ascent. Yes, yes, I do want her to make it better.

She pulls a pillow from the pile at the top of the headboard, and manoeuvres it to fit under my hips. She looks magnificent above me, with flushed cheeks and a heaving chest. She’s nude, save for the harness around her hips, and I cannot believe that she is all mine. Some of her flyaway hairs stick to her sweaty brow, and I get the overwhelming urge to brush smooth my hand over them and press a kiss on her forehead afterwards. And I would have reached up to do it, but then she’s between my legs again. The strap, now slightly cold, but still slick, slides up and over my clit, and I am instantly and forcibly reminded of the intense burning heat in my gut. I was so close to the edge only moments ago, and as she warms up her strap, I am pushed right back towards that edge.

When she’s ready, she holds my legs up and open for her. The tops of my thighs touch my stomach, and I squirm at the feel of my tummy being on display like this. I cringe at the thought of what I must look like, and Wanda must notice because she frowns slightly, her brows drawing together in disapproval. One hand leaves my thigh to cradle my cheek, and she leans in for a lazy kiss, open-mouthed and messy. When she pulls back, her hand finds its way back to my thigh, spreading me open. ‘’You’re stunning every day, my love,’’ she says, sliding the tip of her strap into me, ‘’but when you’re spread like this, ready for my cock, you’re absolutely ravishing.’’

When she slides her cock in all the way, she stays there for just a few moments, resting her forehead against mine. We let out a synchronized sound of contentment. I am beyond relieved to feel her back inside of me, the sense of completion is almost overwhelming. This quiet moment doesn’t last, however, because soon I am squirming against her once more. I grind my hips deliberately, feeling her moving in me. I look down to my lower stomach, where I can just make out the bulge of her cock. And without looking, I can tell she’s watching it too.

Finally, finally, Wanda’s restraint gives out. Using her grip on my thighs as leverage, she pushes into me harshly, driving all the air in my lungs clean out of me. The feel of it is heavenly, and I want to arch my back, contort my face and howl with the pleasure of it. But Wanda can see my face now, and her view of my body makes me uncomfortable. I fight to stay in control of my reaction, fight to make myself look pretty, or at least presentable. Wanda, ever the observer, notices within seconds. ‘’Ah, ah, ah,’’ she chides, ‘’none of that, let it go now, dove. You’re safe with me, I’ve got you, just let go.’’ Mercifully, she leans forward, covering my face with her sheet of long hair, giving me a respite from the ugly feeling of being known. There, under the cover of her hair, and the safety of the crook of her neck, I allow myself to let go.

In this new position, she’s resting most of her body weight on me, and she puts considerable force behind her thrusts. My moans are broken, and desperate, my voice cracking as I beg her to ruin me. I lose track of what precisely I’m saying, but Wanda seems to love it. With easy access to her neck, I lick and suck and bite to my heart's content. She turns her head slightly to make it easier for me to reach, and it’s clear that she’s enjoying herself from the way she shudders every time I run my tongue over the hard muscle in her neck. She moans softly when I bite down her tender skin, not hard enough to make her bleed, just enough to create a pretty red mark. Her moans make my head spin with want. The knowledge of being desired by her, is more erotic to me than any kind of physical touch could be. Wanda Maximoff moaning above me feels like heaven on earth.

It doesn’t take long before Wanda’s movements become more frenzied, and I wonder if she, like me, is impatient for my orgasm to arrive. It’s only when she shifts our position, lowering one of my legs slightly to give herself a better angle, that I realize what is going on. She moans loudly and almost obscenely into my ear, and I wonder how I ever managed to live without having experienced this. Heat, like nothing I’ve felt before, erupts throughout my body. From the very tips of my toes to the ends of my hair, I am utterly incandescent.

Her moans stutter in their rhythm, and I know what’s going to happen. I hold her tightly to me, my mouth on her neck, my legs locked firmly behind her back. ‘’Oh- oh God.’’ She keens, ‘’I- oh- I’m sorry honey, I think I’m gonna-‘’ I detach my mouth from the hickey I’m steadily developing at her pulse point for just long enough to moan out my response, ‘’Come inside me, please, mommy,’’ I plead, my voice obscenely high-pitched and whiney, ‘’you feel so good, please- please.’’

Wanda comes first, and it’s a marvellous fall from grace. She grasps at me, her body pushing into mine so firmly that it feels as though she’s trying to merge us into one. Her moans so close to my ear, and so desperate and needy, finally push me over the edge. My whole body seizes up so forcefully that I worry I might tear a muscle. I hold onto Wanda for dear life as she fucks me through my peak, her cheek pressed to mine as she rides out her own pleasure.

It takes a while for us to come back to ourselves, both still reeling from our release. Wanda stills inside of me, propping herself up to come nose to nose with me. She’s laughing, but I feel beyond exhausted. Still, I encourage her gently to rest her full body weight on me and to keep her cock inside of me for a while. We snuggle like that, not speaking, just breathing each other in. My hand finds her hair and I scratch her scalp softly with my nails. My anxiety is creeping up on slowly, replacing the relaxation in my body steadily with that too familiar uneasy gut feeling.

Even in this state, Wanda picks up on the change in me. I don’t know if I have given her any physical cues, or if she can somehow sense the change in energy, but she notices nonetheless. Without further ado, she makes us get up. I wince at the rawness of my body when she pulls her cock out of me, and Wanda laughs when she sees the state of her neck in the bathroom mirror.

She draws us a bath, throwing in some lavender scented oil, and we both clamber into it on unsteady legs. We wash each other with soft cloths, and talk through some of our experiences of the night. Wanda has a lot of questions for me, which I understand. She wants to know why I didn’t go to her first when I was frustrated, and why I retreated into my head so much when we came face to face in such an intimate moment. But I’m too tired to open those wounds up now, and even the soft light of the bathroom feels too overstimulating on my tired head. So, kind as ever, Wanda accepts that today is not the day, and she merely draws me back to her chest, singing her lullaby to me as we hold each other close.

When the water gets cold, and my head feels a bit clearer, I hop out of the bath to dress myself in something cosy and warm. I have to dash through the bathroom, wrapped in my towel, to grab some clothes from my dresser. I decide against pyjamas, considering we still have guests. So, instead, I settle for a well fitting pair of black joggers and a wonderfully soft roll neck top. According to the clock on Wanda’s night stand, an hour and ten minutes have passed since I first made my way upstairs.

I wonder what everyone else has been doing in the time we’ve been gone, and I wonder too if they know what we’ve been up to. But, I reason with myself, even if they know it won’t be a big deal to them, considering Agatha fucked Kate at the dinner table like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I am beginning to feel the lack of dinner, though, and my stomach growls loudly when I re-enter the bathroom. Wanda has drained the bath by now, but she’s turning the shower head on. ‘’Aren’t you coming downstairs with me?’’ I ask, as I watch her step carefully back into the tub. ‘’I just want to wash my hair quickly, dove,’’ she says over the sound of falling water. ‘’You can go, I’ll join you soon.’’

***

I leave Wanda in the bathroom to take her shower, and head downstairs groggily in search of tea and a snack. I’m quite sure everyone left, because the house is dead silent, but I’m in for a surprise when I walk into the living room intending to pick up a blanket to stave off the chill running through me. Kate occupies the sofa, laying down with my favourite blanket covering her. Pepper and Maria are nowhere to be found, but Agatha is there, reclining in one of the armchairs, a paperback folded double in her hands, her glasses once more perched at the edge of her nose.

She looks up when I enter the room, and suddenly I’m hyper aware of my messed up hair, and I’m grateful to Wanda for helping me to clean up. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if I had come down with my tear streaked makeup. Still, Agatha smiles at me as though I had come down looking freshly fucked.

‘’I bet that was a weight off your shoulders, huh hon?’’ I stare at her blankly, my brain too sluggish to comprehend her words. She laughs, ‘’well, Katie and I went up to the guest bathroom to freshen up after our little session, and it sounds like you two had a marvelous time.’’ Mortified, I raise my hands up to my face to hide myself from her. It was bad enough that Wanda heard that outburst, but the knowledge that Agatha heard, and not just her but Kate too, makes my throat constrict painfully.

Kate shifts on the sofa, turning her face outward and towards me. She’s clearly sleepy, her eyes half closed. ‘’She’s not teasing you,’’ she mumbles, ‘’I know it feels like it, but she isn’t.’’ She yawns hugely, turning over again, and settling the blanket over herself more securely. ‘’That must have felt nice to finally let out.’’

I shrug half-heartedly, embarrassed tears prickling in my eyes. Agatha rises from her chair, plopping her book down onto the seat, and whipping off her glasses. ‘’Come on, we should let Katie rest.’’ With a firm but gentle hand on my lower back, she steers me towards the door, leaving no room for argument. I don’t bother trying to fight it, and I allow myself to be guided through the living room into the bright LED lighted kitchen.

When she lets go of me, I move away from her, hugging myself tightly, wishing Wanda would hurry up already. She leans back comfortably against the kitchen counter, and I feel myself shrink under her gaze. I want to turn around and walk away, or snap at her for looking me with those all-knowing eyes. I hold myself securely, shielding myself from attacks that won’t come, trying to breathe through the discomfort of being known.

‘’I know that you feel dirty’’ Agatha says finally, breaking this awful silence, ‘’you’re ashamed, and you’re afraid of these feelings you can’t make sense of.’’ She steps closer to me, a strong hand outstretched, like a hunter approaching a startled deer in the forest. ‘’One day you’ll learn to proud of these feelings, and it will give you the peace you’ve always craved. But only if you open yourself up, and let us help you.’’

She’s so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off of her body. She smells like lavender, and the veins of her hand stick out like rivers carving a path through land. Involuntarily, my eyes flit down to her trousers, where her bulge is still visible. A shiver runs through me when I recall Kate writhing on her lap, Agatha’s strong hands holding onto her, delighting in her pleasure, in the way she begged and the words she used. Unashamed, ecstatic, and free.

Fresh tears dribble slowly down my cheeks, and instinctively I turn to face away from her, but she’s too quick for me. In half a heartbeat she has me pressed tightly against her, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other resting on my lower back. She rocks me lightly, shushing me, in a way that is too clinical to be motherly. Still, this display of gentleness from her shocks me so much that I don’t even fight against it, instead I welcome the wave of tears that rolls over me. ‘’I’m disgusting,’’ I manage finally between the tears and the heaving breaths I have to take, ‘’I don’t know what’s wrong with me.’’

She lets go of me now, the moment of affection passing just as quickly as it came. She’s back to scrutinizing me, but now there’s something like pity in her eyes. It makes the underside of my skin itch. ‘’Why do you think you’re disgusting?’’

The notepad is back, arrows and lines and squiggles and stars all over the paper. I didn’t even see where it came from. The lights are too bright, and the counters smell like lemon. It makes me feel somewhat nauseous. I look at the black ink when I speak, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

‘’It’s not natural.’’

Agatha snorts derisively, ‘’depriving children of a loving and nurturing relationship to their parents isn’t natural. This response is nothing but natural. Your brain is protecting you, in the absence of a protector. You are trying to fill in the gaps, in the only way you know how.’’ I hug my chest again, noticing how little comfort I find in my own cold hands, now I’ve felt Agatha’s warm body against mine. ‘’What are you so afraid of?’’ She asks, her pen skirting over the paper. I like to imagine she’s writing my answer down for me.

‘’She’s going to think that I’m weak, and hate me for being so needy. I can’t let this out, because then I won’t know how to go back.’’

Her eyes twinkle when she looks up at me from her paper, the lines by her eyes contracting as she smiles. ‘’Have you spoken to Wanda about this?’’

My head hurts, and I can’t tell if it’s because of the crying, or the bright lights bouncing off of the white marble counter tops. I shake my head, my fingers picking at the skin around my nails, it’s already bleeding.

‘’Do you think you believe she won’t accept this side of you, because you don’t accept it?’’ I close my eyes, agitation returning to me. I’m too tired for this, I’m too tired for anything. ‘’I think you’ve made your judgement already. You clearly think that’s the case.’’

‘’I do,’’ she says, not the slightest bit of venom in her voice, though I had expected it. ‘’Clearly you loathe yourself so much that you’re depriving yourself of any form of love and acceptance she tries to give to you.’’ There is no malice behind this statement, but it still stings, and I flinch as though she has struck me. My nose has closed up from the crying, and I have to breathe through my mouth in an effort to steady myself, trying to hold back the next wave of tears. Agatha is surprisingly patient as I try to collect myself enough to be able to get some words out.

‘’I- I want to accept it.’’ I begin, my voice thick from the tears, ‘’I want it so bad, more than anything else, and I never thought I had an issue with accepting love, but- but…’’ I trail off, shrugging my shoulders half-heartedly, ‘’I don’t know, I’m just so scared uncovering all of this because if she doesn’t like me like this, I don’t know if I could bear it.’’

Agatha nods sagely, patting my arm in a vaguely comforting way. She reaches behind me for the paper towels, ripping off two sheets and handing them to me, so I can dry my eyes and blow my nose. ‘’You need to calm down a bit, alright, hon? I’m going to make us some nice tea, and then you’re going to listen to what I have to say.’’

There is no room for ifs or buts, so I just wipe my tears, and nod along. She kindly gives me a second to sort myself out, turning her back on me to put the kettle on. When my tears are finally dry, she sets a steaming mug of tea in front of me, and directs me to sit at the bar stool. She sits right next to me, so close that our knees touch. Her glasses are back on her nose now, and I’m grateful for the mug because it gives me something to do with my hands.

‘’A mother complex in sapphic women is often viewed as repulsive by outsiders,’’ she begins, her voice reassuring and gentle, ‘’whilst a father complex in heterosexual women is very widely accepted, and people don’t bat an eye at a girl who calls her bed partner daddy,’’ she says, giving me a significant look, ‘’but a girl calling her partner mommy? They can’t cope with it. As a society we’ve been a bit desensitized by the word daddy, because we’ve been taught to accept it in a sexual context. The word mommy hasn’t got the same treatment, so it’s still viewed very much in the context of a mother and child. People find it especially inflammatory when a younger and older woman respectively engage in such a dynamic.’’

She lays a warm hand on my knee, and my skin burns with the contact. ‘’What you feel is normal, your inner child has been so severely neglected that she’s screaming for love and affection. You don’t need your mother, you need your mommy, and those are two entirely separate people.’’

I hang my head, letting out a shaky breath, ‘’I’m so tired of taking care of myself all the time,’’ I admit, my voice shaking. Agatha rubs her hand in gentle circles on my back, ‘’so let go, and trust that we will catch you.’’ Her use of we doesn’t escape me, but I’m too exhausted to question her on this. Her words sound so sweet, and so promising, I want to sink into her and let this all go. I can’t though, I know I can’t give into this temptation. My resolve is breaking, I can feel it, and it’s so hard to not give into her. A compromise then, however much the truth can be a compromise.

‘’I really want to,’’ I begin, and I can already tell that she knows exactly where this is going. Maybe she knew where this day would end when she cornered me in the kitchen for the first time. ‘’But I can’t let myself do this, because I think it’ll ruin me.’’ Agatha gives me a sceptical look, ‘’you’re full of shit, did you know that?’’ I laugh, before I realize how serious her tone is. ‘’You’re going against your nature, and it’s going to end up hurting a lot more than it already is.’’ I shift uncomfortably in my seat, staring at the laces of her shoes. ‘’you don’t know that.’’

She laughs humourlessly, ‘’Which one of us has the PhD, hon?’’ I pull a face, unable to contain myself any longer. ‘’Are you this rude to paying clients?’’ This makes her smile, the curve of her lips breaking the icy cold mask that was previously there. ‘’No, lucky for you, you’re not paying me.’’

‘’I just don’t know how to accept it,’’ I blurt out suddenly, unable to bear this awful tension, knowing she disproves of my choices. ‘’She’s going to think I’m a freak, and she’ll hate me for it, and then I’ll lose her. But I want to let go just like Kate can, I want that so bad. I don’t know how to do that without terrifying Wanda.’’

‘’You underestimate her,’’ Agatha says, ‘’you saw how she was with Pepper and Kate.’’

‘’That’s different,’’ I say evasively, making Agatha roll her eyes. ‘’How is that different?’’ I shrug, ‘’it’s one thing to watch someone else do it, it’s another thing entirely to do it yourself.’’ Apparently that’s notebook worthy, because she scribbles something down messily, the pen excreting a bit more ink than is necessary, staining the paper with a dark blob of ink. ‘’I’ve known Wanda a lot longer than you have, and I’ve known her intimately. She’s insecure, and stubborn and just as afraid of you to admit it to you, but she needs someone to take care of.’’

I stare at the jet black blob of ink, focused on how it seeps into the paper. It bleeds into the thin white sheet like blood sinking into snow. A part of my brain itches with excitement, screaming at me to listen to Agatha. Another part of begins to loosen its grip on the doubt.

‘’If it takes me banging your heads together to make you understand, I will.’’ She says, and I have a feeling that this isn’t a joke. ‘’In the meantime, let’s start small, with something you already know, but that isn’t fully in your comfort zone yet.’’ She pats my knee and smiles at me In a somewhat condescending manner. ‘’When we get back to the living room you’re going to kneel for Wanda, I know you enjoy that, so that should be a nice way to get this ball rolling.’’

I open my mouth to protest, several urgent questions rushing to the forefront of my mind, but she’s way ahead of me, holding up a finger to silence me. ‘’None of that, this isn’t a request, dear. Now, we really should find Wanda, she’s taking an awfully long time up there.’’ She’s up now, and peeking out the door, listening for movement upstairs.

‘’H- how did you know, about the- the kneeling thing.’’ I say weakly. ‘’Hmm?’’ she hums vaguely, still alertly waiting for any signs of life from the upper story of the house. ‘’Oh, Wanda told me ages ago now. She said you were mad for it.’’

‘’Oh.’’ I say dumbly, thinking about Wanda and Agatha chatting about me in such a casual way. I wonder what else she has told her. The thought of it all makes my face burn.

A few more moments pass of the older woman standing guard at the door, before she finally shows a sign of life again. ‘’Wanda’s coming,’’ she warns, pulling my half drunk mug of tea from my hands, and dumping it out into the sink alongside hers. Hardly 10 seconds later I hear her footsteps on the stairs, and I can tell she’s about to walk past the kitchen, but Agatha calls out to her.

‘’There you are,’’ Wanda says from the open doorway, and I’m so relieved to see her again, smiling and happy to see me, even after what happened. She leans against the frame, her hair wet and her shirt damp at the neck, smiling like everything is fine. It gives me hope that maybe everything is fine, and that Agatha is right after all.

Agatha moves past us, muttering something about Pepper and Maria, and an unexpected zoom call. When the door falls closed behind her, Wanda stretches out her arms towards me, inviting me in for a hug. She smells like shampoo, and fresh laundry, and it’s the most comforting smell in the world to me now. She holds me tightly, one hand on my back, and another on the back of my head. We stand there for a while, silently swaying in each other’s arms. I don’t want to let go, so I hold on even when she begins to speak. ‘’Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what happened?’’ she asks, in a voice so gentle that I can’t even bring myself to imagine that she hates me for this. I shake my head as much as I can in this position, and mumble into the crook of her neck, ‘’no, please not tonight.’’ My voice cracks a little bit and I curse myself for this weakness when I feel her squeeze me a little tighter.

The voices from the living room have increased in volume, raucous laughter coming through the closed door. Just like that, the spell is broken, and we let go of each other. I yawn slightly, rubbing at my eyes. ‘’Do you want to go back to bed?’’ Wanda asks, surveying me with a cocked head. ‘’No, it’s okay, let’s go see the others and if I’m too tired I can always go to bed anyway.’’

***

Finally, we move to the living room, where Pepper and Maria have returned and are now laughing over some pictures on Maria’s phone. Kate has moved from the couch and is curled up comfortably between Pepper’s legs, kneeling on the plush carpet. They all smile when we enter, and I hide myself behind Wanda bashfully, flushing at the thought of Agatha or Kate having told them what they heard. They go right back to their conversation, though, and Wanda steers me towards where Pepper is sitting. I can feel Agatha’s eyes on me, and I remember the demand she made of me. Instantly, my heart picks up its pace and I can feel my hands beginning to sweat.

I’m saved from having to make the request, however, because Wanda notices how I haven’t sat down even when she indicated for me to do. She looks between me and Kate, who’s snuggled up close to Pepper. Then, she leans down to whisper in my ear ‘’do you want to sit up here, or kneel with Katie?’’

I fidget slightly, making eye contact, first with Agatha, who gives me a slow nod, and then with Kate, who’s looking up at me with a welcoming smile. ‘’It’s nice down here, you know?’’ she says, her voice friendly and teasing. And her encouragement, combined with Wanda’s reassuring squeeze to my hand, is enough to embolden me to lower myself down to my knees, even with everybody watching me.

Wanda’s fingers find their way into my hair, Pepper and Maria continue with their laughter, Agatha winks at me, her smirk clearly showing her approval, and Kate’s fingers creep towards mine across the carpet, intertwining our fingers and squeezing in a gesture of sisterhood. It feels like she’s saying, see? Isn’t this nice?

And it is, it really is. I squeeze back, and hope she knows what I mean.

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