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Woman of the Night | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda has kept what she does for a living a secret from you the entire time you’ve been together. The night you accidentally find out changes everything.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, mild language, age gap (Wanda is 38, R is 25), suggestive content, minors DNI

Word Count: 4.9K

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A/N: I’d like to thank @cthulhus-curse for uttering three words that changed my world: Stripper MILF Wanda. I give them full credit for this amazing idea. They have their own INCREDIBLE fic called “Cherry Waves” which y’all should check out too! Enjoy!

Taking one final look in the mirror before you left your apartment, you nervously tousled your hair for the millionth time. It wasn’t every day you had a first date. In fact, it had been a couple of years since you had gone on any sort of date at all.

It’s not that you didn’t want to date: after graduating from college and getting a job as an accountant at one of the Tri-State Area’s most prestigious law firms, it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind. The tipping point was when one of your closest friends from college, Steve, got engaged to his longtime girlfriend. He was the first of your friends to get married. It didn’t matter that he was a few years older than you, or that they’d been together for almost a decade, you suddenly felt the need to keep up with the Joneses.

You’d never tried dating apps before, so you downloaded the first one you saw. As you created your profile, you saw the general age range was set from 18-49. What the heck, you thought, deciding not to change it. Age gaps didn’t really bother you.

Once your profile was set up, you flopped down onto your bed. Pictures of different women flashed across your screen. It turned you off almost instantaneously. It all seemed so transactional, swiping one way or another simply based on her looks and a few generic questions. You lazily flicked through them swiping left or right haphazardly until a certain redhead caught your eye.

The woman was absolutely gorgeous. Her profile picture was her sitting on the beach gazing out over the ocean. Her red hair cascaded down her body, accented by the dep blue waves crashing against the sand and the clear blue sky. Her emerald green eyes were stunning. You saw those in the next picture, a candid shot of her popping a bottle of champagne. There was no doubt that she was hands down the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

You scanned her profile and learned that her name was Wanda, she was 38, and that she lived in Westview. It didn’t phase you that she was 13 years older than you, you swiped right anyways. Much to your surprise the app announced that you two were a match. Your face burned red knowing that she swiped right on you first. Had she felt the same way when she saw you? Did the world around her come to a complete standstill as she swiped through your pictures? God you hoped so.

After a few brief text exchanges, Wanda agreed to meet you for drinks after she got out of work on Saturday. She agreed to meet you at one of your favorite bars. You hoped Wanda wouldn’t find it too immature. That was your biggest worry: that she’d find you too childish for her liking. Those thoughts danced through your mind while you waited for her. You threw back the shot of vodka you ordered in one gulp, the liquor burning your throat as it traveled down to your stomach. There was no way you’d be able to do this totally sober.

“Y/N?”

You spun around as a voice you never heard before called your name. It was her. It had to be. A voice that sweet and melodic could only belong to her. As you turned you locked eyes with the emerald ones that had infiltrated the depths of your consciousness for the better part of a week. They were even more mesmerizing in person.

“Wanda?” You managed to choke out, disguising your dumbstruck awe as a cough.

“Hi!” she responded enthusiastically, taking her coat off and slinging it over the empty stool next to her. “Sorry I’m a little late. I got stuck at work,” she apologized while she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That’s okay,” you replied in earnest.

The two of you soon fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. Wanda was surprisingly easy to talk to. She told you all about herself. How she was divorced from her husband and raising her twin boys, Billy and Tommy, by herself. Her strength and courage impressed you. She was also uncommonly kind and had a wicked sense of humor. She told jokes that made even you blush.

“So what do you do for work?” she asked, swirling her lipstick stained straw around her drink.

“I’m an accountant at a law firm. Nelson and Murdock. Have you heard of them?” Wanda shook her head as you took another sip of your beer. “It’s a good job. Good pay, good people, good vacation time…that’s all that really matters in a job, right?”

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head at your youthful optimism. She found the straw without breaking eye contact with you. You swallowed hard as she stared at you with a twinkle in her eye, the room growing hotter by the second. “So what do you do?”

Wanda sucked her drink a little faster, pausing as she came up for air. Her confident demeanor faltered ever so slightly. She tilted her head, thinking before she spoke.

“I’m a secret agent with the CIA. So I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” She shot you a knowing wink before she motioned to the bartender for another drink. The way Wanda completely avoided the subject told you the real answer was more complicated than she was willing to let on.

When Wanda told you she wanted to see you again, you were equally relieved and ecstatic. That first date was an undeniable success, as made evident by the way she slammed you up against a dumpster behind the bar and crashed her lips into yours. The sensation of her soft lips against yours was pure ecstasy. You were grateful for both the dumpster and the tight grip you had on her hips because you were sure your knees would give out otherwise.

Over the next few months, you saw each other as much as you could, which wasn’t enough for either of you. Wanda was simultaneously balancing a demanding work schedule with being a single mother and you were drowning in quarterly reports. Yet through the late night trysts, stolen moments, phone calls, text messages, and video chats, one thing never changed: Wanda never revealed what she actually did. Any mention of it was met with a sarcastic remark and a different answer every time. It didn’t bother you too much, but you wondered what she did that made her not want to tell you about it.

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“Okay we’ve got the steaks, we’ve got the cigars, we’ve got the booze, we’ve got Bucky’s Gamecube, all we need is the stripper,” Sam rattled off as he went down the checklist.

“Woah!” you interjected as you ripped the list from him. “Steve’s not gonna want a stripper. Come one, we all know the guy’s a total square when it comes to that sort of stuff.”

“You, sir, need to learn to live a little,” Bucky chided as he smacked your shoulder. The three of you had taken it upon yourselves to plan Steve’s bachelor party. The lot of you had met in college. Steve was a grad student and Bucky and Sam were upperclassmen when you met them your freshman year on the rugby team. While Bucky and Sam were the party animals of the group, you and Steve weren’t. Steve was the clean cut one, which led to rumors that he was secretly a Mormon or Quaker or something like that. But they were just rumors. The truth of the matter was that Steve simply wasn’t interested in that sort of stuff. He’d be thrilled with steaks, beer, cigars, and video games at his bachelor party. But a stripper?

“I don’t know, guys. I’m not sure it’s the best idea.”

“Steve said he was down for anything when I asked, so technically it’s his own fault,” Sam smirked. You chuckled, letting out an exasperated sigh as you shook your head. There was no way of talking Sam and Bucky out of this insane idea.

“I mean, you got me there, Sam,” you relented. “You guys know any good ones?”

The three of you grabbed your phones, looking up the best reviewed strip clubs in the area. If Steve’s bachelor party was going to have a stripper, then you were going to have the best stripper you could afford.

“Oh here’s one!” Bucky shouted. “Wait nevermind. We can’t afford that.”

“What about this one? Top Notch Stippers? They’ve got great reviews and they’re more affordable than the other place,” Sam suggested. You plopped over on the arm of the chair and peered over his shoulder.

“Cool! Let’s book it!” Bucky exclaimed.

Sam dialed the number and promptly thrust the phone in your face. “Thanks,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“Top Notch Strippers, this is Kelly speaking, how may I help you?” a perky voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Uh, yeah…I need to book someone for a bachelor party next Saturday night…please.” You heard the clacking of a keyboard over the line.

“Great! Is there any one of our performers you’d like to request?”

The question made you freeze. God, this was so awkward. Your face reddened with embarrassment. “Umm, how about your best one?” you managed to squeak out. “It’s, uhh, it’s my buddy’s bachelor party.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself to the woman on the other end.

“Gotcha. She’s a good one, too. Everybody loves her.” You smiled weakly. “Now what’s the address and what time?”

“Umm, 9 pm?” Bucky and Sam nodded. “Yeah 9. And the address is, uhh…” “247 Westbrook Drive,” Sam whispered.

“247 Westbrook Drive,” you blurted. Another moment of silence told you she was inputting all of your information.

“And can I get a name and phone number?”

“Sam Wilson, and the number is…” Sam slapped his forehead and Bucky stifled a laugh by biting his fist while you gave Kelly Sam’s name and number.”

“Okay great. So your total of $800 will be due in cash the night of the event and that doesn’t include any tips or gratuities. A security guard will accompany her for her safety, which is standard protocol for every performance. If you need to cancel or reschedule, just give us at least 24 hours notice.”

“Great, okay, thanks then,” you replied before hanging up and tossing Sam back his phone.

“Why’d you give my name, man?” Sam whined as he caught it.

“Because it’s your house, dumbass,” you joked. “Oh, and it’s 800 bucks, so cough it up, assholes.”

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“So I’ll see you after the party then?” you asked Wanda.

“Yeah. I’m working tonight so I got a sitter for the boys. But they should be asleep by the time you get there. And-”

“I know, I know. Leave before they wake up and find their mom in bed with a strange man,” you smirked as you emptied a bag of ice into the cooler.

“I promise you’ll meet them soon, Y/N. I just don’t want to rush them.” That was the main reason Wanda hadn’t introduced you to them in your four months of dating. It had been less than two years since their dad completely walked out on them and it was still a sore subject of contention. Wanda worried that if you two didn’t work out for whatever reason they’d end up heartbroken all over again.

“Wanda, it’s okay! Really! I don’t want to rush you at all. I’ll meet them when I meet them!” You balanced your phone between your shoulder and ear as you emptied a box of beer cans into the cooler.

“What did I ever do to deserve a boyfriend as sweet as you?” Her voice was sweet as honey through the phone, causing you to melt. For as much as you adored Wanda she adored you even more. She made you smile, really smile, for the first time in your life.

“Hey listen I’ve gotta run,” you apologized as Bucky screamed about something going on with the grill while Sam ran around with the fire extinguisher. “I think Bucky’s trying to blow the place up.”

“Have fun playing fire marshall,” Wanda giggled. “I’ll see you tonight.”

After stopping Bucky from burning himself, you took over grill duty as the rest of your friends arrived. Steve showed up last, sheepishly accepting the taunts and applause from his groomsmen.

The evening was spent grilling, smoking, drinking, and racing Mario Kart on Bucky’s Gamecube. Steve was having an absolute blast, remaining totally ignorant to the performance that was looming overhead. As 9 pm grew closer, you grew more anxious. It was your head on the chopping block if this went south.

At 8:55 the doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked. “Don’t tell me you ordered pizza after all that food, Buck.”

“Nah, it’s the stripper,” Bucky answered, deeply engrossed in the race as his Waluigi overtook Scott Lang’s Wario for the lead.

“Ha! Good one!” Steve laughed as he took a swig of his beer.

“Can someone go let-damn it, Scott!-Can someone go let her in?!” Sam yelled as his Yoshi slipped on a banana peel.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Where’s her money?” You stood up, searching around the room for the envelope with the money Sam and Bucky ponied up.

“It’s in my butt!” Sam leaned onto one side of his butt, the folded envelope peeking out of his back pocket. You snatched it from him and jogged to the door.

“Hold on!” you shouted as the bell rang a second time. A rush of anxiety pulsed through you as you saw a silhouette through the frosted glass. But there was nothing that could prepare you for what you saw when you opened the door.

“Sup? I’m Pietro. I’m working security tonight.” A tall, somewhat lanky man with half bleached hair stuck his hand out at you. “Are you Sam?”

“What?” You were slightly taken aback. “Oh, no. I’m Y/N. Sam’s inside playing Mario Kart with the rest of the guys. You’re not, umm…you know…” You peered around him, searching for another body.

“What, the stripper? No way broski, that’s way too much work,” Pietro laughed. “She’s on her way. Her babysitter was a little late.”

“Oh, okay. Well, why don’t you go inside then? There’s steak and beer if you want some. I can wait out here for her.” “Thanks, but I’ll pass on the refreshments. I’ll go in and read ‘em the riot act, but if you’re gonna wait for her, here it is: do not touch her, do not call her anything of a degrading nature, do not film or take pictures of her, and tip generously. Put a toe out of line and I’ll put you in traction, understood?” Pietro’s laid back demeanor completely shifted as he slipped into guard mode. The subtle shift in his face told you that he meant business. You gulped, nodding overenthusiastically. “Alright, man! You said they’re all inside?” As fast as he shifted into guard mode he shifted back again. “Yeah, they’re racing Mario Kart. The party��s for Steve, by the way. It’s just Sam’s house we’re using.”

“Sweet!” Pietro slapped you on the back. “Lemme know when she gets here,” he asked before swaggering into the house. Seeing as you were all alone, you sat in the rocking chair and waited. Before long, a car pulled into the driveway. It skidded to a stop as you stood, watching the dark figure inside rummage around for something before opening the door.

“Sorry I’m late. My babysitter was late and I couldn’t leave until she-” The woman, dressed in normal clothes and carrying a backpack, jogged up the steps of the porch and froze when she saw you. As your eyes focused in the dim light, you understood why.

It was Wanda.

“Wanda?” Your brain exploded. Words left you as you stared in horror at your girlfriend.

“Oh no,” she whispered as she dropped her eyes to the ground and covered her face with her hand.

An awkward pause settled between the two of you as you both stared at the ground. Of all the things Wanda could be, this was certainly not on your list of choices. The entire situation felt surreal, like you were watching the scene from above while your body simply went through the motions.

“So, umm, this is what you actually do then?” You finally broke the silence, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck.

“Y/N-”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I mean it’s not a big deal. I just didn’t expect, y’know, this whole ‘woman of the night’ thing.”

“Woman of the night thing? Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Wanda scoffed. An incredulous look spread over her face as she recoiled in anger at your words. “I’m a stripper, not a prostitute! See, this is why I didn’t tell you. Because this is the reaction I get from every guy I’ve tried to date! They freak out, call me a slut, and that’s it!”

“So were you planning on just never telling me then? Just avoid the topic completely?” You stepped closer to her, your faces dangerously close as you felt your own rage burning. “How am I supposed to trust you if you can’t be honest with me?”

“I wanted to tell you, Y/N, I really did, but this isn’t the way I wanted you to find out.” She pinched her brow in exasperation as she turned away from you. “Look, can we talk about this later?”

You thrust the envelope at her. “Here’s your cash. Pietro’s inside. I’m gonna go. They’re back in the living room.” You opened the door for her, pushing past her as she entered.

“Hate to do this, but I’ve gotta dip. Family emergency,” you lied grabbing your hat and keys off the counter. “Steve, enjoy. Sam, text you later.”

“Everything good, man?” Bucky called as you sped down the hallway.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Have fun!” Wanda shot you a desperate, almost pleading look as you raced by. She was incredibly hurt by your words. You’d discovered her most intimate secret, something she shared equal parts pride and shame about, in the worst possible way and reacted the way she feared you would. You simply looked the other way.

You sat in your car absolutely frozen. Wanda was in a room with your best friends doing what she apparently did best. Kelly did say everyone loved her. So did you. Four short months and you were already head over heels in love with her. There were so many conflicting feelings over this new revelation. It was dizzying, the way your head spun at the absurdity of it all. Your older, divorced, mother-of-two girlfriend was a stripper and you had absolutely no idea until ten minutes ago. Worst of all you were ashamed at the way you reacted. You felt absolutely awful. You’d insulted her, accused her, and then completely dismissed her.

You couldn’t go back in there, not after that. And there was no way you could watch your girlfriend give your best friend a lap dance or whatever. So you started the car and made the short drive over to Westview.

You arrived at Wanda’s house a short time later, parking your car next to the sitter’s. A teenage girl appeared in the doorway, visibly confused at your appearance.

“Can I help you?” she called, cracking the screen door open slightly.

“Hey! I’m Y/N. Wanda’s my girlfriend. I told her I’d come over after she got back, but I think I’m a bit early.” You didn’t want to freak her out and you definitely didn’t want to let her know there was anything wrong. The younger girl didn’t respond, staring at you with a keen sense of distrust. “Look, I’m just gonna wait outside, okay? I’ll wait on the porch. You can text her if you want, she’ll tell you I’m okay.” You cautiously stepped toward the porch. She looked at you warily, sizing you up as she let the door shut. You heard a soft click as she locked it behind you. Sighing, you plopped on the top step and stared out into the clear dark night.

The bright glow of headlights jolted you awake as a car pulled into the drive. You must’ve nodded off as you waited for Wanda to return home. Both the porch light and headlights illuminated Wanda’s frame as she got out of the car. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and carried a pair of stilettos in the other. Her face seemed to carry the weight of the world in every crevice.

“You scared Kate a bit,” she said, giving you a half smile. “She called me all freaked out saying there was some weirdo claiming to be my boyfriend sitting on the porch, but that he couldn’t be my boyfriend because he was a literal child.”

“Cradle robber,” you joked. Wanda’s shoulders shrugged in a halfhearted chuckle. The tension between the two of you was unspoken but completely evident. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you thought of the impending conversation. You prayed that you hadn’t completely fucked things up between the two of you.

“Do you want to come in?”

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You sat in the kitchen, pushing around the leftover piece of pie Wanda set in front of you as she poured herself a large glass of wine. Although it was your favorite, you weren’t feeling all too hungry. There were so many things you wanted to say to her but you didn’t know how or where to start.

Wanda took a large gulp from her glass, sighing as she set it down on the counter. “So I guess you probably want to know about the whole-”

“Wanda-”

“I’m not proud of it, okay? Do you honestly think that I wanted to do this for a living?”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t like it like I did when I was younger, Y/N, but it’s allowed me to give the boys a much better life than I had growing up, even as a single mother,” she snapped.

“Wanda-” you tried for a third time to interrupt her, but she cut you off again.

“Look, I started stripping in college to make some extra spending money, okay? I went to an open call on a whim and booked it. And I liked it. I kept doing it even after I graduated. Vision was in grad school and his stipend and my first year teacher’s salary wasn’t cutting it. I’d go straight from school to the club every single day. I mean it was almost 20 hour days for a while. But when I got pregnant with the boys I had to take a step back. When I came back from maternity leave I knew there was no way I could keep doing that. So I stopped.” She took a long swig of the wine, her eyes squeezing shut as the tart liquid rolled down her throat. “Vision never knew, of course. Nobody did. But when he left I had to do something. So I went back. I went back to the long days and the babysitters and pretending that everything’s okay. That’s when I found out about the house calls. Once I started doing those on top of club work I made more money than I ever dreamed of as a teacher. So I quit to spend more time with the boys.”

She looked down, her head bowed over the sink as she stretched her arms across the counter. You watched as she squeezed her eyes shut again. She shook her head as she tried to clear the tears from her eyes. “That’s why I can’t ever get past the third date with anyone,” Wanda sniffled. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she turned around to lean against the counter. “I’ve been called a lot worse than “woman of the night” before.”

The urge to curl up in a ball and disappear was all-consuming as Wanda reminded you of the way you degraded her. There was no way you could ever take that back. It was short-sighted and cruel, the way you had insulted her work. She was so insecure about it, no matter how proud she might appear. Worst of all was that you loved her. You loved her in a way you never loved anyone else before and you hurt her. While her stunning green eyes were normally a safe haven for you, tonight you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

“Let’s be real here, Y/N. I’ve got stretch marks and scars and reminders that I’m not getting any younger. I’ve got two boys who are almost in middle school who have an absent father. And my career is in no way conventional. You could do so much better. You’re young and handsome with a bright future ahead of you. So if you want to leave, just…just go. Please just go.” She waved her hand as if to shoo you away.

“Wanda-”

“GO!” she snapped, her eyes brimming with tears. Those stunning emerald orbs stung as they pierced your heart like daggers. You stood up, pushing your plate away as the world crashed down around you. This was it: she was done with you. Done with the late night calls and secret sleepovers and good morning texts and flowers you sent her for no reason other than to say ‘I love you.’

As you stormed down the hallway toward the front door, you paused as you reached the foyer. Because it wasn’t too far away from the kitchen, you heard Wanda sobbing through the silence. Your heart sank as you listened to the sniffles and gasps echo through the hallway. Cautiously you tiptoed back towards the kitchen, peering around the corner to find Wanda hunched over the sink. Her chest heaved as sobs wracked the room. You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat before you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her midsection, resting your chin on her shoulder. Your touch surprised her, and she grabbed your forearm as she continued to cry.

“I’m not leaving,” you whispered in her ear as you held her tightly.

“Please go,” she whispered.

“Mmm-mmm, you’re stuck with me. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You lowered your head to kiss her neck, pulling her even closer as your lips trailed up and down her delicate skin.

“Really?”

“Really.” You released her from your grip only to turn her around, pushing her up against the edge of the sink as your hands snaked down to her hips. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for the stupid shit I said. Because I don’t care. At all. I’m in this for the long haul with you. All I want is for us to be happy together. Nothing is as important as that.”

Wanda smiled, her hands snaking up to rest around your neck as she pulled you close. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. When I first met you I was scared that you’d leave if you knew, and I didn’t want you to leave because I really liked you. You were the first decent guy I’d gone out with in a long time. I couldn’t lose that…you never really brought it up so I decided that I wouldn’t either. I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it because I’m tired of trying to sneak you around the boys all the time.”

“You want me to meet the boys?” Wanda nodded, smiling as she gazed into your eyes. “So I don’t have to sneak out your window at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning?”

She pulled on your neck, reaching up to capture your lips in hers. The combination of her sweet cherry chapstick and the salty remnants of her tears ignited a fury of desire within you. You gripped her hips tighter, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip as she parted them slightly to allow your tongue to dance with hers.

“I am so in love with you,” you whispered as you broke apart, your lips so close together that yours tickled hers as you spoke.

“You are absolutely perfect,” she whispered back.

The two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. The world stopped as you two simply existed.

“How about we go upstairs and I give you a little taste of what I do?” Wanda teased, a devilish spark in her eye.

“What about the rules? Pietro said I’m not allowed to touch you,” you teased back.

“Oh you’re not. But I will make sure to use your tip generously.” Her sultry voice was hot against your ear as you groaned at her insinuation. “Come on, handsome, let the Scarlet Witch take care of you.”

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