#marvel fanfic series

[natandwandaseries]

“How did we end up here?” Clint asks, tying off his wound with a ripped sheet.

“You don’t remember?” Natasha looks up from her own triage, alarmed.

“No, I do,”

“We took rode a motorcycle through the streets for ten miles until we reached a train, hopped on a freight car, rode that for two hours, then jumped off at the first major terminal, walked for fifteen minutes,”

“I mean, here, in general. In this situation.”

“Oh. We are both trained assassins atoning for our sins by joining a secret government organization. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Great. Thanks.”

“But if you mean how we came to be assassins, I’d say we played the best we could with the hand we were dealt.”

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[trashy1turtle]

Yeah, I'm fine

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Guilt

Character: Mob!Bucky x Police!Female Reader

Summary: "Of all the women in the world, does she have to be a cop?" Bucky, a gangster, fell in love at first sight with a policewoman.

At the golf course, two outstanding men in the mob world are playing golf together to have a quiet time, to forget the worst day at the club they owned.

Steve, the second person in charge, still feels frustrated, while Bucky, the leader, is the only one enjoying the game.

"Of all the women in the world, does she have to be a cop?" Steve, his childhood friend, asked as he watched Bucky hit the golf ball.

Bucky clenched his fist in frustration as he made the shot. Turning to Steve, he replied, "I can't help it. She just took my breath away the first time I saw her."

Steve sighed, recalling the first encounter between Bucky and the policewoman when their club was unexpectedly visited by the narcotics police force.

Steve sighed, "She's known as a scary person, even among her colleagues," he said, relaying what he had learned from his connections.

"And from what happened last night, I feel like she holds a big grudge against people like us," Steve continued, reflecting on the recent events. Most of the cops he knew turned a blind eye to their business dealings, never getting involved with drugs.

Bucky remembered how composed you had been last night, effortlessly throwing punches and giving orders to make arrests. He even recalled the moment you pushed him to the ground and handcuffed him.

At that instant, he knew you were different from other women.

Bucky took another swing at the golf ball, causing it to fly too far. With a smile, he declared, "I will make her mine."

Steve sighed deeply, realizing that once Bucky had made up his mind, no one could stop him.

As Bucky began his courtship, he tried various approaches to get closer to you:

1. He sent you flowers with cryptic notes, hinting at his admiration and interest.

2. Bucky strategically positioned himself at events where you were present, making sure to catch your eye without being too obvious.

3. He orchestrated chance encounters, bumping into you at coffee shops or restaurants, always ready with a charming smile and a casual conversation starter.

4. He even went as far as anonymously sending you a gifts or helpful tips related to your work, trying to show his support and understanding of your profession.

But you didn't give any reaction; you consistently ignored him.

Bucky didn't mind your game of "playing hard to get." He was confident that in the end, you couldn't resist him.

However, his confidence wavered when you finally spoke to him, your words cutting through the air like icy daggers. "In 2022, Bobby Smith died because of a gunshot. He was my fiancé."

Bucky's face drained of color, his body going rigid with shock. The revelation hit him like a sledgehammer, the weight of guilt crashing down upon him. His mind raced as he realized the implication: Bobby Smith's death was because of him.

After the revelation, would Bucky give up his pursuit, or would he persist despite the overwhelming guilt?

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[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Your assistant?

Devil!reader/Wanda maximoff

Words: 2,400

Summary: So your typical story of a devil being owed money from a family but instead of paying Wanda’s parents give her to you instead, her first day with you is an eventful one to say the least, I’m sure you two will get along great!

Not a slow burn but we don’t have Wanda in our grips yet, not willingly anyway

Warnings: 18+ only! MINORS DNI swearing, some inappropriate language I think, lmk if I missed any more

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You glared at the woman across the table from you, her whole body stiffened when she glanced up and saw you looking, that made you chuckle glancing at the redhead next to you “I think she’s nervous Natty” you chuckled but the Russian just rolled her eyes “you snatched her up from her dorm room before her classes, she’s probably worried about her attendance”

You nodded “I never understood why humans are so concerned with keeping schedules, life is short just go out and enjoy yourself, kill some men and fuck their wives, what else do they need to do?” You looked back at the woman across from you leaning forward to be closer “hey pretty girl, sorry for snatching you up but I really needed to talk to you”. She finally looked up again at you “if this is a way of asking me out then it’s really fucking stupid” you heard Natasha suck in a breath and you smirked knowing full well how Nat gets when someone younger than her swears, she was weird like that “watch your fucking tone miss Maximoff and don’t you dare speak to us like that!” See? Weird, she hates swearing but will swear at anyone who swears at her.

“Natty my aggressive little spider monkey how about you go outside and find Maria, use her body for a little bit to calm down okay?” You patted her slammed fist and she sighed agreeing to leave you alone with the woman, when she exited the room you moved across the room sitting next the woman smiling “little one do you know how much debt your family is in?”

Wanda shook her head “I know mama and papa like to bet on the horses but they said we were okay and had nothing to worry about” you nodded along with her and held out your hand for her take which she did “I understand they told you everything was fine but unfortunately you’re still in debt and as you can imagine I would like to be payed Wanda, be it money or other favours I choose”

Wanda snatched her hand away standing up shocked “oh so that’s why you snatched me?! Am I becoming some kind of prostitute for you and the crazy bitch out there to pay off my family’s debt?!”

You eyes widened and you had to hide your laughter “I mean if you wanted to skip around the place wearing barley nothing while the women here grope and use you then sure you can become our little plaything” her face dropped in horror and she went to speak again but you held your hand up stopping her “no pretty girl I won’t make you become our plaything, but I do need your help, you’ll become my assistant, you know helping with documents and accompanying me to events and meetings, your parents have already agreed”

Wanda was shocked, her parents really agreed to this? How could they, she had to call them.

“You can’t call them honey, from the moment you were taken by my security all communication was terminated between you and them, I can’t have you telling them what kind of activities you have gotten up to”.

“Like what?” She was curious but also nervous, you couldn’t do things that bad right? Also how did you read her mind?

You stood up stalking toward Wanda pressing her against the wall “I need you to trust me Wanda” your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s waist rubbing small circles there “do you trust me?” She shook her head no “I don’t know you, you literally snatched me up from my dorm and now you’re touching me inappropriately”.

You laughed “inappropriately? My fingers are on your waist not inside your pussy so don’t you dare tell me I’m being inappropriate right now, so I’ll ask you again, do you trust me?”

Wanda sighed relenting “sure” you smiled “good, your first job is to accompany me to a meeting in 20 minutes, you’ll stay quiet until I say you can speak, if you step out of line Natty will slit your throat faster than you can say sorry, got it?”

Wanda nodded her head so quickly you thought it would fall off “well done princess now to business” she didn’t have time to do anything before you lent down to kiss marks down her throat, sucking harshly against her skin she tried pushing you away but your hands gripped her keeping her in place “stay.still” you said sternly and Wanda relented standing still and letting you continue, you pulled away admiring the dark purple mark now blooming on Wanda’s neck “perfect”

Wanda let out a breathy sigh “I thought you said I was just your assistant, why’d you do that?”

You smiled kissing Wanda on the cheek “you are, but if I don’t mark you as mine then our conversation about you not becoming our plaything would’ve been for nothing Carol can be ravenous with an unmarked human”

“Why do you keep saying humans? It’s a little strange” Wanda had an idea but she really hoped it wasn’t true, being snatched was bad enough but adding in some weird supernatural thing would be even worse “it’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about, just know that you belong to me and I won’t let them touch your pretty body, now come on my assistant we have a meeting to go to”

**************************************************************************************************************”Took you long enough” Nat looked at Wanda’s neck and smirked “you work quick Y/n, that should keep the others away, maybe Carol will behave herself for once-

The double doors before you slammed open and the before mentioned Carol appeared with dark red eyes honing in on Wanda who quickly moved behind you clinging to your arm “are you our lunch? You look delicious!”

You growled at Carol keeping her in place “she’s mine and if you don’t stay away I will tear you limb from limb and make you eat the limbs” the woman held her hands up smiling at you “I love it when you threaten me Y/n, gets me all hot and bothered” she stepped towards you kissing you and biting your lip

“I miss you baby” she whispered and you rolled your eyes “you can’t say that when I walked in on you eating out Val, clearly you don’t miss me that much” You pushed the blonde away from you and Wanda and laughed at Carol’s expression, “you know she tricked me”

“How? Did she tell you there was candy in there? I’m guessing it was something sour” it was Wanda’s turn to let out a laugh now but she immediately shut up when everyone turned to look at her “was that funny princess?” You asked and she nodded “you’ll fit right in Wanda”

You pushed her through into the room and dragged her to a chair where you sat and she looked around confused “where do I sit?”

You pointed to your lap “either here or the floor” you stated matter of factly and Wanda blushed “w-why don’t I get a chair?”

“Because you’re mine and it’s a great way to keep a close eye on you if you’re on my lap, now sit” you pulled her onto your lap clumsily making the group laugh “god she’s adorable” Carol chuckled making her way next to you “forgive me yet?” She asked kissing your neck “no and I probably never will” she whined sadly “please forgive me I haven’t done anything since-

“Carol sit the fuck down!” Nat shouted jolting both Carol and Wanda “fuck me Nat you need to calm down” Carol scoffed moving away from you and avoiding the angry redhead’s gaze “I’ll calm down when you learn to not to stick your tongue where it doesn’t belong, I had to deal with Y/n’s heartbreak for weeks after she found you”. Carol rolled her eyes “we’re not children okay, how about we just carry on with the meeting”

You laughed “for once being an adult Carol, well done” you turned back to Wanda kissing her cheek “we need you to do something special, will you do that for me?”

Wanda shrugged knowing she couldn’t really say no “sure- she squeaked, when you jumped up with her in your arms suddenly “perfect!” You stood her up pointing to a bag on the table that she didn’t notice to begin with “can you take this dagger and stab the bag?”

Wanda looked at you questionably “what?”

“Just simply take the dagger and pierce the bag like a cook in the bag chicken” you pushed the dagger into Wanda’s hand making her face the bag guiding her hand “there’s nothing to worry about, stab right here” you pointed to a slightly raised part of the bag “what if I don’t want too?”

You shrugged “then I let Carol have her way with you” she glanced over at Carol who had her eyes glued to Wanda’s body and when she met her eyes Carol smiled “I would ruin you-

Wanda didn’t hesitate stabbing the bag but instantly regretted it when the bag spurted out blood and all over her, she heard roars around the room and heard Natasha’s voice “she hit the jugular vein! Like a pro!” Wanda couldn’t move her hand still grasping the dagger and the voices being drowned at by the blood rushing to her head

You cautiously removed Wanda’s hand from the dagger and pulled the stunned woman away from the group whispering in her ear “you did so well princess, what a good girl”.

Your voice went unnoticed by Wanda still shocked at what she did, she didn’t register you took her away until your forced her into a room and she could breathe again

“I can’t believe I did that….I killed someone…I fucking killed someone!” Wanda was shouting and panicking unable to calm herself down until you wrapped your arms around her waist leaning in close to her ear “shh shhh honey I understand come on now…shhh everything’s okay, I’m so proud of you” while your words did calm her down they didn’t stop tears from falling “I hate it here” she whispered and you kissed her cheek turning her around to face you “it’s been 3 hours, give it time”

Wanda had no fight back, instead she fell into you letting you lay her on the bed “rest for a while princess, take it all in”

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Nat found you drinking whiskey like a movie villain in your chair in a dark area of the front room “why are you sat in the dark like a movie villlian?”

You shrugged turning on the light illuminating the room and making you squint “why are you dripping blood all over my floor?” Looking at Nat covered in blood wasn’t anything new, in fact if she don’t have blood on her you’d be very concerned “Carol and I went out hunting and she can’t keep things clean”. You nodded along passing Nat a comically small napkin to wipe her face “thanks bud soooo helpful, how’s the assistant?”

“She’s a little upset about killing someone which is typical but I’m sure she’s fine” Nat sat down opposite you taking the bottle from the table and taking a long drink “I guess human’s do struggle with killing another living person, silly really”.

You agreed taking the bottle back and taking a swig sitting in silence with the woman for a few minutes. “I think she’s awake” Nat spoke up, you hummed in response turning your head to the stairs seeing your new assistant standing nervously on the stairs “feeling better Wanda?” She didn’t say anything instead she just walked downstairs and sat herself on your lap “oh? What do I owe the pleasure of this?” She pulled you into a kiss surprising both you and Nat, while you were definitely enjoying this you didn’t notice Wanda pulling a small knife from her pocket and plunging it into your stomach

You both stilled and Wanda’s breathing was heavy while you remained stoic staring into her eyes “did you really think that would work princess?”

Wanda felt a hand grab her hair and drag her off of you and throw her to the floor, when she looked up she saw Nat pointing a gun at her “give me a reason not to shoot you right between the eyes”.

You gently pulled the knife from your body discarding it on the floor and standing up and looking down at Wanda “you kill one person and now you want to kill me? Nat couldn’t even kill me so you don’t have a chance”. The tears gathered in Wanda’s already red and you started to feel bad making Nat lower her gun “Nat give us a minute”

The assassin sent you a questionable look but you just repeated “give us a minute” Nat sighed and put her gun away sparing Wanda one last glare and then she left you two alone “get up” your voice was stern yet gentle and Wanda immediately stood up wiping the tears that had fallen

“I know you don’t want to be here and I don’t want your experience to be horrible but you need to help me too, you’re here because of your parents they’re the ones you should be angry with, not me, if I didn’t step in for you you would’ve been sent to Steve and his group, they wouldn’t of hesitated to make you their plaything”

“I feel like I’m in a bad nightmare”

“Do you like to paint?” Wanda cocked her head to the side at the sudden change in sentence direction “what?”

“I said do you like painting? I have an art studio and it helps when I’m stressed, maybe it’ll help you adjust here”

Wanda gave a genuine smile “I do like painting, that would be nice”

You nodded walking through your house followed by the girl keeping close to you she didn’t get lost, finally coming to a door you opened it revealing the huge room with canvases and paints and even some pottery pieces

“Wow, this is a stark difference to a few hours ago” Wanda commented and you held back a laugh by biting your tongue “well I do have layers to me, take some time to paint or just look at some paints-

Wanda turned to face you stopping you talking

“Are you okay?” You asked and Wanda shook her head “I’ve killed someone, stabbed you, been threatened with a gun between my eyes by a crazy woman and now you’ve given me a nice room to paint in”

You shrugged “I need you be in a good mood to be working with me, otherwise I don’t have any use for you”

Wanda’s smile dropped “oh okay, I thought you were being nice”

Why were you being like this? What is the human doing to you, god Nat would never let you hear the end of it if you started to soften

“I just don’t want you to put yourself in any danger, then I’d have to deal with the consequences”

Wanda have a halfhearted smile and turned back to the room sitting down on the chair “can I have some time on my own, to process all of this?”

You sighed “sure, I need to do things, I’ll have to lock the door though and you’ll stay here for the next two hours then I’ll come and get you, the bathroom is over there” you pointed to a painted door “enjoy yourself, I won’t be this generous again”

You quickly left before she said anything and make you feel weird again, Natasha was waiting for you outside the room making you jump “fuck me nat what the hell?!”

The woman crossed her arms “why didn’t you let me kill her?”

“What?”

“You could find another one, she stabbed you and instead of killing her you just show her your painting room? Is the devil becoming soft?”

You pushed her hard against the wall and kept her pinned there with your arm “I’m not soft! She’ll break I’ll break her, todays just a learning day”

The Russian rolled her eyes “sure you will-

“Y/n!” Carol ran up to you stopping whatever Nat was going to say

“What do you want Carol?” You sighed and she grabbed you kissing you hard “please take me back! I need you I’m really sorry about Val I swear she means nothing to me”

Nat laughed at Carol’s poor attempts at getting you back but then you did something unexpected “I don’t forgive you Carol but I need to do something stupid and here you are, come on”

You dragged a happy Carol away to your room leaving the shocked demon behind “why do I put myself through this? Take me back to poking humans with a hot poker in hell over this any day”

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[emily12o1970]

You can't tell me that these 3 women don't give the same vibes.

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[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

The Babysitter (25)

Beach House Shenanigans

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

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

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

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Chapter 25- W/c 5.1k- This chapter contains 18+ Smut

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Beach House Shenanigans

Keeping to your promise to Wanda, you quickly and thoroughly coated your body in sun cream, ready to spend a length of time in the blaring heat. Your feet sank slightly into the soft sand, the small grains moving under you as you walked towards the sea where the others were. When you could feel the sand become wet, your face scrunched up a little at the weird sensation of it on the soles of your feet, swiftly making your way into the water, a sharp intake of breath leaving you as the water was a lot colder than you expected.

"Y/n's here!" Tommy shouted, swimming over to you while you slowly walked towards where he was, his arm going to your shoulders as he held onto you for support, the water not relatively deep yet.

"I am," you chuckle out at his enthusiasm, "And I'm ready to play," your tone was excited, matching his overwhelming amount of energy, another exclamatory leaving him as he gains his mother, brother, and uncle's attention. Your gaze meets Wanda's, the striking green softening when you swim with her son towards them, her lig tugging into a smile at the joyful expression on your face.

It was a lot harder than you anticipated to keep your gaze on her face, the exposed skin on display enticing you to look, her swimsuit not too revealing but leaving enough to the imagination and oh you were imagining many things. She seems to catch how your gaze drifts down to her neck, watching the water droplets slowly trickling down the slightly tanned skin, following them as they trail lower, across her collarbones, almost at her-

"Let's play a game," Billy cheers eagerly after Pietro mutters something in his ear, his eyes turning to you, mischief etched onto his face as he raises his brow at you in a knowing way. It's quickly decided from there on, Wanda going on Pietro's shoulders as the twin's take turns on yours, trying to push their mother off Pietro but not doing too well at succeeding. You chuckle when it's Billy's turn, the twin significantly less emphatic than his brother as he shyly climbs onto your shoulders, holding on with a death grip as he seems to be nervous. You hold his hands, now in the shallower water, not too shallow that if anyone fell they'd hit the floor, but not as deep as where you were swimming, Pietro having to crouch to allow Wanda to meet Billy's height.

"Come on Dorogoy," Wanda encourages, Pietro walking them closer as she softly pushes the twin on your shoulders, your body keeping you both upright. She senses his nerves and goes to grab his hands, gently playing with him that way, a timid smile on his face before he asks to come down, Tommy extremely excited to have another turn.

He practically climbs onto you to get onto your shoulders, his legs loosely pressed against you compared to Billy's secure grip, his arms already reaching for his mother, a competitive glint washing over in her eyes as Tommy tries to win. Despite being the caring and loving mother, Wanda doesn't let him win, far too competitive to do that on this occasion, Tommy's face scrunching up into concentration as he uses all his strength to try and push Wanda off Pietro's shoulders. You can tell Wanda still goes a little easy on him though, her pushes soft and careful until she decides it's time to win, her push taking you by surprise, both you and Tommy falling back into the water, a loud splash indicating the older twin's victory.

The angelic laugh of Wanda reached your ears as you reemerged to the surface, Tommy groaning in defeat, a massive smile still engraved onto his and Billy's, who was with his grandfather sat in the shallow bit, face at the fun they were having. The gentle sound you loved so much soon turned to a surprised yelp, Pietro standing up suddenly, a low and taunting chuckle escaping him as he walked further into the water.

"Don't you dare Pietro," she semi shouts, holding onto him as he shakes his shoulders, trying to knock her off balance.

"Don't what Sestra?" he says innocently, wrapping his arms around her legs and securing a grip on her.

"nay bud mudakom (Don't be an asshole)," she grits out, not wanting to be a part of whatever her brother was scheming.

Before she could utter another irritated phrase at him, he dropped down into the water, taking Wanda with him, and held her under for a bit before emerging from the water, both gasping for breath, her hand slapping him at his annoying, but amusing to you, actions.

"Cyka," She huffed out, catching her breath and pushing back the soaking strands of hair in her face, glaring down at her brother who just looked at her with a triumphant smile that soon turned mischievous again. Out of nowhere, Pietro practically threw her off his shoulders into the water, a loud, unapproving noise escaping her before she splashed into the cool sea, her appearing at the surface again with a dangerous look aimed at her brother. The look quickly softened at the sound of the twins in a fit of laughter, an amused chuckle escaping you helping calm her nerves as she swam past her brother, purposely kicking her leg out at him before coming up to you, her arms wrapping around your waist.

"He's so lucky the twin's are here," she mutters before pressing a kiss to your lips, the twins busy playing with him now, giggling about what their uncle just did, Wanda now entirely yours.

"Don't kill your brother please," you murmur softly, her arms snaking further around your waist as she pulls you closer, guiding you both towards the deeper part of the water to be alone. You have to control yourself as you feel her hands against your bare back, your eyes flickering back down to her neck as a few more drops of water trickle down her skin, glistening in the sunlight.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, lifting your chin with her finger, pressing her lips against yours once more, pulling back with an indecipherable expression, her annoyance quickly fading in your presence. "What were you and Pietro up to earlier?" she asks, her hands drifting a little lower, knowing no one could see you both. You swallow nervously, her eyes peering through her lashes into your own, her eyes flickering between your lips and eyes.

"What?" you manage out, guilt written all across your face as Wanda pulls you even closer, her breasts pressed up against yours as she smirks at you, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip to wet it.

"Detka," she sighs out, purposely lowering her voice, "I know you are both up to something, so you might as well just tell me," her mouth gently bites down on your ear lobe when she finishes speaking, her lips then pressing against your neck ever so softly, before trailing across your jaw, lips then ghosting yours. "Come on Detka, be a good girl for me," she chuckles at the small, needy groan that leaves you, your eyes significantly darker at her teasing.

"Wanda," you murmur out, losing yourself in the various shades of green that were swirling with lust. "We're not-I'm not," you stutter out, unsure of how to form words at the way she was staring into your eyes, your body practically burning as her hands drift even lower, cupping your ass and pressing you against her body.

"Are you sure Dorogaya?" she rasps out and it's sinful that she's teasing you like this. "Think about it, Moya Lyubov, you don't want me to punish you again, do you?" her tone borders a mocking and condescending one, further causing arousal to pool between your legs at her dominance.

"I..." your mouth parts but no more words form, lost in thought when you focus on her fingers drawing random patterns onto the skin of your inner thighs, her smirking sultrily at you as she awaits a response, "Pietro wants me to be a distraction so he can dunk you again." The words are blurted out when Wanda's mouth hovers mere millimetres away from yours, her smirk turning into a teasing smile as you gave into her wishes, her eyebrow raising at her brother involving you in his plans.

"Oh did he now?" she mutters out, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, letting her tongue swipe your lips teasingly to earn another desperate noise before pulling back, revelling in working you up. "Such a good girl for me Detka," she praises, your cheeks instantly turning red at the husky voice, "I think you deserve something later, don't you?" The suggestiveness isn't missed by you, wild and lustful thoughts flickering through your mind at her promise.

"Yes," you sigh out and it's needy, the tone making Wanda smile as well as the way you were currently staring at her like she was the only thing in the world you needed to live.

"I thought you'd agree," she chuckles out, making you smile shyly as her hands return to your waist, actions now innocent as you bury your face at the crook of her neck, trying to keep your thoughts pure to ease the throbbing heat between your thighs. "What's wrong?" she asks teasingly, knowing full well why you were hiding your face.

"Stop it," you grumble, her hands sliding up and down your sides softly while she presses a kiss to your wet hair.

"Come on, we need to get Pietro back." You laugh against her skin, the older twins never passing up on an opportunity to mess with the other.

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"When do you want me to distract her?" you ask while swimming up to Pietro in a hushed voice, Wanda subtly watching your movements for the signal. You swim up behind the man, forcing him to turn around and face you, his smile widening at your words.

"Now would be a good time," his tone excited, his gaze remaining on you as you push your arms out, seemingly trying to keep afloat to the man, Wanda making her way over quietly at the signal. "I think she's gotten over my earlier dunk," he snickers out, laughing to himself at his antics, an amused smile sneaking onto your face when you can see Wanda getting closer, her body slipping deeper into the water, ready to terrify her brother.

"What's the signal going to be?" you ask, his brows furrowing a little, "So you know when to come over."

"Well, you could-" A scream interrupts his words as he's pulled under the water, Wanda splashing out of the water, laughing to herself once she's let go of her brothers leg, the silver haired man glaring at his sister who swims over to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

"You cyka," he mutters towards you both, Wanda smirking from over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he pushes back his wet hair from out of his eyes. "This starts war," he grumbles, furthering Wanda's fit of laughter, Natalya's voice interrupting the moment,

"What shenanigans are you up to?" she asks her children from the beach as they swim back, your brows raising at her pronunciation of the word. To say she butchered it would have been too kind, an endearing smile on your face though at her attempt, her accent making it difficult to say.

"Shenanigans, Mama," Wanda corrects softly, thinking back to how they would watch sitcoms in Sokovia to learn English, her mother rolling her eyes before saying something in Sokovian, shutting up the teasing comments that were about to leave Pietro's mouth, his father unable to stop his laughter at his wife's words, the twins and you looking at each other in confusion.

You catch Wanda's stare as she tries not to laugh at her mother's rambling, her playfully pinching her son's ear making him groan at her, Wanda explaining to you and the boys vaguely, "Mama said a bad word," the twins laugh at that, going to save Pietro while you simply smile at Wanda, her arm wrapping around your waist as everyone leaves the water, ready to shower and get clean for dinner, the plan being to go to the local restaurant soon.

You were currently laying on the bed, waiting for Wanda to finish showering, your fingers playing with the stray threads at the end of your shorts while you day dreamed, unaware of the ensuite door opening.

"Where did you put my stuff Detka?" she asks, your body jumping slightly at being knocked out of your pointless thoughts, your head lifting to look at her, going blank at the sight of her. 

The towel was haphazardly thrown over her body to cover herself, the top of it slowly creeping down as she tried to shuffle her arms to keep it in place, the movement causing her breasts to be pushed up, your gaze remaining on the enticing skin exposed. Your mouth merely parted, no words leaving your lips as your eyes blatantly raked over her body, unable to hide the enamoured and awed glint in them, the lust and desire soon swirling in them as you finally met her gaze.

"Stuff?" you ask, not entirely sure what was going on, your mind completely out of order at the moment. She chuckles a little at your state, walking closer to the bed, towering above your body, your eyes peering up at her, submission written across your face.

"My suitcase Detka," she explains, your cheeks blushing at the obvious answer to the question. When you don't respond, still struggling with the gay panic, she continues, "I can't exactly go to the restaurant like this Dorogaya," she smirks before adding the last part, "I'm sure you wouldn't want people staring at me." 

A wave of jealousy hit you square in the face, the thought of others gazing lustfully at her not something you would want, your mind getting its act together before getting up from the bed and retrieving her case, her quickly taking out some clothes before returning to the bathroom, winking at you playfully before shutting the door, a groan leaving you at the heat that had built between your thighs once again.

Eventually, everyone was ready to leave, the entire family soon seated in the restaurant, Billy and Tommy being entertained by you while the others talk, mainly Natalya gushing over how her children were both going to be thirty tomorrow, unable to stop herself from telling more embarrassing stories from throughout their lives. Pietro mentioned the table story, trying to bring it up, catching your attention, but it was quickly shot down by Wanda, her going up to order more drinks for the adults, dragging Pietro with her, not trusting him with you.

You were talking to Tommy when you looked up, seeing that Pietro had returned with most of the drinks balanced in his grasp somehow, a small impressed expression taking over your face before it turned to confusion, looking behind him to still see Wanda at the bar with the drinks for you and her. There was a tall man with her, his hand slicking back his brown hair while he leaned against the bar, a charming smirk engraved on his face as he spoke to Wanda, a polite smile on her face as he continued to talk to her.

Pietro caught your stare, making a teasing comment that only you could hear about being jealous, your gaze immediately flickering away from the captivating woman, dismissing his comments and focussing back on the twins. After a considerable amount of time had passed, the minute lasting a lifetime, your gaze went back to her, Wanda seemingly interested in the man's words as she laughed at something he said, jealousy coursing through you.

You ignored the feeling, knowing that Wanda wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but it still gnawed at you while she was over there, the man blatantly looking at her in a lustful way when she'd turn her face away.

Soon, she returned with the drinks, your gaze remaining on the twins as her body slid next to yours on the end of the booth seats you were in, her arm wrapping around your waist.

"I could feel you staring, Detka," she whispers teasingly in your ear, her lips softly pressing against your cheek, her arm pulling your body closer to yours, a shy smile on your face as she caught you. "I'm yours, there's no need to be jealous," she mutters gently, your shoulders shrugging against her.

"I wasn't jealous," you reply back, the twins and other family members engrossed in conversation while she hums teasingly in response, pretending to agree.

"Of course you weren't," she laughs out, going to press a kiss against your lips when Pietro and the twins make a disgusted noise, you and Wanda rolling your eyes at their immature antics.

"I was just thirsty," you say, as if it were obvious, before taking a sip of the drink she brought you, her laughing at your excuse before placing a kiss to your forehead to avoid any more disgusted noises erupting from the three childish figures.

Before you knew it, you were stuffed to the brim, your body leaning against Wanda's as you all digested the delicious food served in the restaurant, Tommy and Pietro looking as if they were about to pass out from how much they managed to eat. Billy teased his brother, the other twin groaning, complaining how his stomach felt like it was going to explode making you all laugh, Pietro muttering in agreement and refusing to move for as long as possible.

Despite their current state, the two trouble makers were the first to suggest dessert, Wanda and Natalya rolling their eyes at their children's behaviour, you smiling at Billy who was also interested in having some dessert, asking if you wanted to share something with him. You and Billy shared some ice cream, wanting something cool in the still warm air, the other adults deciding against it besides Pietro, who ordered two sugar filled treats to share with Tommy, the smaller twin definitely going to have a sugar rush soon.

As predicted, Tommy suddenly buzzed with excitement on the way back to the house, Billy the complete opposite as he tried to keep up with his brother's energy, clearly not succeeding. You knew how the boy found going out exhausting, sensing he had some sort of anxiety as he tried to stay as close as he could to you, Wanda and yourself finding the action endearing as he grew attached to you.

You helped the tired boy out of the car, Tommy jumping out before running upstairs to change into his pyjamas, wanting to join the adults on the deck for the 'adult talk' as he was still experiencing the sugar high. You smirked when you made it into the twins' room with Billy, him deciding he was going to sleep instead, Tommy seemingly starting to deflate as he slowly pulled on his shirt, fatigue suddenly kicking in. Wanda soon joined you upstairs in their room to say goodnight to Billy, watching in amusement as Tommy trudged downstairs, wrapping himself in a blanket as the air was much cooler now outside, flopping dramatically onto the chair next to his grandmother who wrapped her arm around him, her free hand holding onto her drink that was almost knocked over by the boy's actions.

You didn't even bother sitting down, instead helping the boy back upstairs into bed, telling Wanda to stay with her family while you helped him get into bed. It only took a few minutes to get the boy to brush his teeth and get into bed, his brother flat out in the other one, small, quiet snores already leaving him making you smile while tucking the other boy in.

"Goodnight Y/n," he tiredly murmurs, whispering back to him the same before silently leaving the room, making your way back to the deck to enjoy some time with Wanda.

She opened her arms and the blanket she stole from Tommy up, letting you slip in front of her body as you shared a seat, your back flush against her front as she wrapped her arms around your body from behind, your head leaning back against her shoulders as you relaxed into the embrace.

You watched with a smile on your face as Natalya moved closer to her husband, leaning her head against his shoulder as casual conversation mixed with the quiet sounds of nature nearby, the sea just about audible as small waves gently crashed over one another. Pietro seemed to be more relaxed and less mischievous now, seemingly reaching the end of his own sugar high as he relaxed into his chair, putting his feet up onto the small table nearby to get comfy.

The conversation was pleasant as the time passed, Natalya asking you about Natasha and Yelena once finding out you knew Melina, also asking how her old friend was and amazed at how small the world seemed to be. The talk then turned to your exams that were going to be soon, then your university choices, Wanda saving you as she knew you were stressing over the amount of pressure you were going to be under soon, you thanking her by squeezing your interlocked fingers under the blanket, her head resting against yours as the conversation soon moved elsewhere.

Around half an hour later, Pietro called it quits, deciding to go to bed which then inspired his parents to follow suit, you and Wanda deciding to stay out a little longer, enjoying the view of the night sky. Everyone bidded each other goodnight, Erik reminding Wanda to lock the door before coming up, leaving you and the older woman alone, your head tilting back to gaze into her eyes.

Her lips softly pressed down against yours, her hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer, a smile sneaking onto both of your faces as you parted from the innocent kiss.

"I think I promised someone something earlier," she rasps out, gazing into your eyes while a smirk replaces the pure smile, her hands slipping under your shirt, warm fingers meeting your skin.

"Oh, did you?" you sigh out, trying to act nonchalant as her nails scratch against your abdomen softly, her fingers trailing lower until they reach the end of your shorts, tracing random patterns against the exposed skin of your thighs, the blanket covering all of her movements.

"I did," she hums out, pressing a sensual kiss to your neck, a low groan escaping you when her hands inch high up your inner thighs, caressing the skin she could get to with your shorts still on. "You were such a good girl for me Detka," she purrs into your ear, a small whimper escaping you at her words, the praise causing arousal to pool between your thighs, her touch burning into your skin as her lips meet your neck to litter it in hot, open-mouthed kisses. "Always so good for me," she lets her fingers move to the button of your shorts, her fingers toying with the waistband to tease you before deftly unfastening the item, a ragged breath escaping you. "Do you want me to take care of you Detka?"

"Here?" you whisper out, tilting your head back to meet her eyes, groaning quietly at how her eyes were completely darkened with lust and desire, nothing but hunger evident across her features. You weren't sure whether you would get caught here, not wanting for anyone to catch you both.

"Don't worry Dorogaya, no ones going to see us," she whispers, easing your nerves, allowing the thrill of the situation to kick in, the heat between your thighs incessant. "Is this ok?" she murmurs softly, ensuring that you were alright with the situation, her lips still pressing against your neck in a manner that was driving you insane.

"Yes," you sigh out, her tongue licking a stripe up the column of your throat, feeling you groan at the sensation and smirking into the warm skin of your throat.

Her fingers slip back under the waistband of the fabric, pushing the item down your legs so you could part them for her, her words further causing you to throb and clench around nothing.

"That's it Detka, spread your legs for me," you groan once more at her words, doing as she asks and spreading them, her finger brushing over the wet patch of your panites, a low moan escaping you. "Fuck Detka, you're so wet," she husks out, mouth at the shell of your ear, a slightly louder moan escaping you. Her hand slides up your neck, her hand covering your mouth and guiding your head backwards to lean against her body, her eyes meeting yours. "As much as I love your pretty moans Dorogaya, we have to be quiet," she whispers, you nodding in agreement but moving your hand to keep hers pressed against your mouth, enjoying the idea of her keeping you quiet.

Her fingers go back to teasing you through the soaked fabric, her index finger circling your clit slowly through the material, your hips trying to grind against her while her hand muffles the lewd noises that escape you, your eyes admiring her as she gazes at your submissive state, dominance radiating off of her.

"I love you," she rasps out, another noise being ripped out of your throat because fuck that was hot. Normally when she'd say the words, your heart would melt a little, warmth filling you but as her fingers slid your panties down, her voice low and raspy, you couldn't stop the gush of arousal that settled between your thighs, desperate for her touch. "I love you so much," she purrs out, her fingers swiping through your folds, gathering the abundance of arousal there and coating her digits in it, slowly sliding them up and down your entrance to tease you. "I love this body so much," she moves her mouth to your ear, whispering in a sultry tone directly into your ear, your mind fogged with the thought of her.

"Please," the plea is muffled by her hand, the older woman still hearing it and smirking to herself at how needy you were for her, your hips trying to move up in search of more friction.

"I love how it reacts to my touch," she continues her torment, you groaning against her hand as she brushes the pad of her finger over your clit, your hips bucking up suddenly, emphasising her point. "How it gets so desperate for me," she moans lowly against the shell of your ear when she slides a finger inside you, the warm and wet feeling surrounding her digits so hot to her. You moan against her palm at the feeling of her long, slender digit filling you up, teasingly pulling it back out at a leisurely pace before thrusting it back in and curling it against your g-spot, Wanda being patient with you and trying to drive your body mad with her slow, deliberate pace. "How you get so desperate for me," she can feel your hand pressing against her side, holding onto her as if your life depended on it.

She lowers her mouth to kiss your neck again, her sucking gently on the skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to have you whimpering at the feeling of her mouth on you, another finger effortlessly sliding into your soaking core.

The feeling of her fingers stretching you, pumping into you a little faster caused pleasure to wash throughout your body, a desperate noise leaving you when she curled them both beautifully inside you, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed.

"Fuck, you like that Dekta?" she sighs out sinfully, her tone low and raspy, accent lacing her words in the best way possible and fuck you were lost in the thought of her, nothing but the feeling of her inside you floating around in your mind. "You take my fingers so well," Wanda murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving her mouth back to your ear, knowing how much it turns you on, taking a risk with her next words. "I can't wait to fill you up with a strap on one day."

A broken moan escapes you at her filthy words, the idea of her fucking into you flashing across your mind, clenching down hard and desperately around her fingers, back arching against her body.

"To take you from behind, have you begging me to come," she can tell how much you like the idea by the way your hips move frantically against her hand, her palm brushing your clit with each buck of your hips, driving you closer towards your powerful release. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" she teased and its condescending but you love it, nodding against her body as her dirty talks continues, both of you enjoying this new dynamic "You want me to treat you like my little slut," A loud moan is ripped from the back of your throat, Wanda's hand only just muffling the lewd sound, her fingers mercilessly thrusting into you as she can feel you're teetering on the edge of pleasure. "Come on Detka, come all over my fingers, make a mess on them," on command, your body tenses against her, a string of moans muffled by her palm as your legs tremble against her hands, thighs closing around it as you ride out of your aftershocks, body still shaking a little at how powerful the release was, pleasure and euphoria coursing through your veins, body slumping against hers.

She carefully moves her hand, pressing her lips to yours softly, your body still trying to recover as it still trembles ever so slightly. The older woman murmurs sweet, soft words to coax you back to reality as your head rests at the crook of her neck, panting against the warm skin before pulling back, meeting her softened gaze and claiming her lips passionately but gently. Your hand cups her cheek, deepening the kiss to make it even more intimate, the moment becoming tender and slower.

"Wanda," you sigh out and it's just about audible, your eyes fluttering open as you pull back from the kiss, gazing lovingly into her eyes, the pools of green overflowing with care. You hesitate a little on your words, building up the courage to say what you've been wanting to for ages while admiring her. The moonlight gently illuminates her skin, her green eyes watching with a tenderness as her fingers caress your cheeks, her lips tugging up into a soft smile that adorns her features perfectly. "I love you," you whisper, honesty and passion lacing the words, her smile widening before she leans forwards to claim your lips.

It's soft, it's passionate, it's intimate, it's different from every other kiss you've had and it's addictive. When she pulls back, you surge forwards to claim her lips again, needing to feel them pressed against you, your body turning so that you were straddling her lap, making it easier to claim her lips over and over again. Only when air becomes necessary do you both reluctantly part, both of your chests rising and falling with ragged breaths as you lean your forehead against hers, eyes fluttering shut.

"I love you Detka," she whispers in response, a smile engraved on her face at hearing you say the words, knowing that you were ready and comfortable enough to say them, making her heart melt even more. "Say it again," she whispers playfully, a small laugh escaping you, lips pressing against her briefly.

"I love you," you murmur, her lips stretching into an even bigger smile, "I love you so much Wanda Maximoff, you're all I ever want." She presses her lips back to yours, smiling into the kiss which causes you to as well, the both of you just smiling against each other, your face moving to the crook of her neck, her arms snaking around your waist to pull you closer, savouring the soft embrace.

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[brokebonewritings]

Dearest, You Said

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Language, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: You and Matt have been friends since college. Besides Foggy, you would consider him your best friend and saying 'I love you' has always been apart of your vocabulary. When did the lines start to blur, and when did your best friend become so attractive?

Word Count: 2.3K

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A/N: Welcome to my first songfic series! Each one if going to be paired with a song and a lovers prompt! I really hope you enjoys these, and once it's all finished I'll start the next one. Pair this with Je t'aime by Velours Velours

You finished your third shot of the night and slammed it on the table. Both you and Foggy were in a challenge of who could handle the most alcohol. So far, he was winning.

“How are you already on your fifth shot, Fog?” You laid your head on the table in defeat. The coolness of the wood felt nice on your face.

“Just admit you’re too much of a lightweight and this can all end.” He quipped back

“In your dreams!” You say grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another shot.

Throwing your head back, the whiskey burns the back of your throat. As you recover you notice Matt walking in with Karen.

“Matty! Karen! Y’all made it!” You wrap your arm around Foggy’s shoulder. “Fog and I were just testing our endurance.”

Karen giggles as they approach the table, and you notice Matt giving one of his famous half smiles.

“Yeah right! More like I’m about to win $100!” Foggy says. You groan as you throw the freshly poured shot back. Holding back the sudden tears in your eyes, you pull out your wallet and hand it to Foggy. Triumphantly, he grabs it and opens it up. Only stopping when he realizes there’s nothing in it.

“What’s wrong, Fog?” Matt says with a smile plastered on his face. Foggy stares as he holds up a small paper that clearly states ‘IOU’.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” He groans. Laughter erupts from the rest of the table. 

You knew in the beginning that he would win the challenge. The prank wasn’t even your idea, it was Matt’s. Both of you planned it out as you sat on his kitchen counter watching him go over some paperwork the previous day.

“Okay okay, here is your payment sir.” You say as you pull a bill out of your pocket. He snatches it from your hand with a ‘thank you’ still shaking his head.

“So how was the interview today?” You turn to Karen with a smile.

“Oh you know, It would have been great if the woman talked to Matt and not me the entire time.” She sighed and looked over at Matt.

“Still?” You gasped “Next time you really should let me come, you know I’ll put them in their place!”

“As much as I love how protective you are,” Matt started “I think I had it under control.”

You flushed at his comment. Both of you had been friends since the first day of college. Well probably not the very first day, but it was sometime around then.

Being protective of Matt was something that came very natural to you. Oftentimes, people didn’t understand that being blind didn’t equal being deaf.  So naturally they would talk louder, or not speak directly to him.

“I’m sure you did.” You huffed looking at the empty shot glass. “Anybody need another drink?”

“Oh I certainly do after beating your ass!” Foggy piped up, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him. 

“Fine, Karen? Matt?” You look towards them.

“I’m good at the moment.” Matt states with a smile.

“I’ll actually join you!” Karen grabbed her purse before getting up.

You both make your way to the bar, before settling on two barstools. Josie comes to greet you both, and you order your drinks with a smile. Karen chats about her day at the office, and some recent cases they were allowed to talk about. You listen attentively and pay for all three drinks once Josie returns. 

Not that you meant to, but you absentmindedly kept looking towards Matt at the bar table. Zoning out everything around you including Karen.

“Hey!” She snaps her fingers in front of your face. “How long are you gonna keep staring at him?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, before turning towards her. “What did you say?”

“I said, You've been staring at Matt for like five minutes, what’s up with that?” She smirked.

“Oh,” You blush and put a few bills in the tip jar. “Nothing, just lost in thought.”

“Yeah I can tell.” She says grabbing her drink. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

Turning bright red, you shush her. Not that anyone around them was listening, but you know that someone potentially was. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grabbing yours and Foggy’s drink you both head back to the little table. Setting the drinks down, you take a seat next to Matt. He turns his head towards you, and you try your best to ignore him.

Foggy clears his throat which causes both you and Matt to turn your heads towards him.

“I really should be going after this drink. Got an early morning tomorrow.” He says and smiles.

“Oh Foggy, I knew it would get to you sooner or later.” You giggle. In return he throws the drink you had just bought him back, and gives you a wink. 

“Oh, y/n, I can go all night baby.”

“Yeah right! In your dreams!” Both you and Karen say, laughing. He shakes his head and grabs his coat.

“See you all tomorrow.” He says before leaving.

“Yeah I think I’m gonna head out too, gotta date with my bed.” Karen says innocently before getting up.

“Oh so you’re gonna leave me here with him?” You draw sarcastically. Matt pretends to be offended by this.

“Please don’t leave me with her. She’s crazy” He stage whispers that last part.

“Yeah…” She winks at you. “Have fun!” 

After Karen leaves, it’s just the both of you. The silence is deafening between the both of you. You look up towards him and begin to play with your glass as he takes a drink from his own. Feeling incredibly awkward and incredibly sober now, you muster up the courage to start a new conversation.

“So how’s Father Lantom?” You try to start a conversation. He smiles and sighs at your effort.

“You don’t want to talk about what Karen had said?” He questions.

You knew it! He was eavesdropping, and your gut feeling had been correct. Sure sometimes you had your doubts, but you could always count on Matt listening in on conversations he deemed interesting.

“You heard all that, did you?” 

“Of course, considering it’s something I'm quite good at.”

His lips pulled up into a smile, he really was an attractive man. There was nothing about him that seemed to be a red flag unless you counted the vigilante shit. Ever since you had met him though he was gentle, funny, and… well just himself.

“Common, let me walk you home.” He offers.

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

He laughs at your response and shakes his head. You never noticed the crinkle of his smiling eyes until right this second. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you shake your head to get rid of the thought.

“y/n? You alright?”

“I’m fine, Matty! Let’s go!” You say, getting up out of your seat. 

Matt stands with you and grabs his cane. Once the both of you were suited up in your coats, he took hold of  your arm and you led him out of the bar. It was a very cold night, and you could feel the shiver that ran through his body once you both stepped outside.

Walking down the street you chatted about current life. How your family was doing, and your recent findings at work. Being an archivist, you were able to entertain him with your stories of artifacts, and your newest assistant.

You realize that you ranted long enough once you see your apartment building come into view. Matt had moved his arm so that you wrapped yours around his upper arm, like the true gentleman he was.

“So I guess this is me.” You say as he walks you into your lobby.

“I guess it is.” He stops to turn towards you

He stands there for a moment awkwardly. Goodbyes were always the weirdest for the both of you. Like you never knew when you would see each other again. He clears his throat before giving a brief goodbye.

“I love you, Matty. Get home safe!” You speak up. Watching him turn and pull his lips into a slight smile.

“I love you too, y/n”

With that, he leaves. You rush upstairs to watch him walk down the street from your window. You always hated seeing him go. It was like you never wanted him to leave.

That was the problem though. You wanted him constantly, all for yourself. The thought of him belonging to another hurt. When did it become like this though, you hadn’t really thought about how long you truly like him.

Pulling out your phone, you send him a text reminding him of the birthday present you had forgotten to give him. You always wrote texts like a letter. He had found it amusing once in college, and it just became your guy’s thing. 

You set your phone down on the counter, and began your nightly routine. It wasn’t until an hour later that you picked your phone up and saw a text from Matt. Wait… what?

Matt M. 12:43

So I’m Dearest now?

You 1:57

Dearest Matthew,

What could you ever be talking about?

With Love,

Y/n

Matt M. 1:59

You said  ‘My Dearest, Matthew’. Please don’t stop on my account, it was cute.

Had you really called him that? Maybe you didn’t mean to. 

Looking back at your first text you realize that you had definitely put a comma after the word Dearest. Flushing about the mistake you text him a quick message about heading to bed before heading to your room. It was easy for you to overthink things that should be honest mistakes.

He called you cute for crying out loud. How were you supposed to drift to sleep knowing he thought the situation was cute. Setting your phone on the nightstand, you climb into bed and try to make yourself comfortable. You don’t remember your last thought before drifting off to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You jump awake at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking around, you notice it’s still dark outside. Sighing you get up and head into the living room where you know the masked man was waiting at your window. You open up the window to your fire escape and watch as he climbs in.

“You know at this point I’m gonna just leave it unlocked.” You say as you rub your tired eyes.

“That would defeat the purpose of keeping bad people away.” 

“How do I know that you’re not bad, Matty?”

Turning to face him, you see that he has already shed his mask and set it on your side table. You gasp as you see the bruise forming on his cheekbone, and the blood coming off his swollen lip. He grimaces after hearing the noise you just made.

“Jesus, Matt… What happened.”

“Don’t know, some guy… was robbing a woman. He really got me bad, huh?” 

He turns his head up to face you. You never could stand it when he got hurt. So you took up some first aid classes after you had found out about his little hobby. Grabbing your first aid kit from under your sink and a pack of ice, you turn to aid your vigilante.

You slowly start to clean off his lip, and examine it to see if stitches were needed. Nothing too serious seemed to have happened so you gave him the ice for his face and guided him to sit on the couch.

Once you feel that he is taken care of, you head to the kitchen and pour him a glass of water. Too distracted by the task you don’t notice him get up and follow behind you.

“Can we please talk about the conversation you and Karen had earlier?”

You jump at the sound of his rough voice. He looked so seriously at you. It must have really been bothering him throughout the night.

“What is there to talk about?” 

“Don’t play coy, y/n, I know you like me.”

He stepped towards you, trapping you against the sink. You look up in shock to see his gaze was on you. Getting nervous, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. How can this man make you feel this way? You really didn’t understand.

“Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks at the sound of that pet name. Matt had never called you anything like that before. Yet you couldn’t help but dream of him calling you that more often. Clearing your throat, you finally decide to speak up.

“Okay! Yes, I like you! A lot, Matt.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know…” You quietly defeat. 

You feel his hand rest on your waist. Rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Looking up at him, you notice his cheeks are slowly starting to pinken.

“Do… you like me in the same way?” You ask. Not that you wanted to know the negative answer, but the closure would be nice.

“I do.” 

Watching him swallow hard on the confession, you slide your hands up his arms and rest them on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat was comforting. I guess you finally understand what that felt like.

“What do we do now?”

“Y/n…”

“Matt?”

Instead of responding right away, he leans in close and whispers softly against your lips.

“I love you.”

You smile before replying.

“I love you too.”

Closing the gap, goosebumps rise on your arms as he kisses you. Never in your adult years would you think Matt Murdock would be kissing you. His lips were soft, and the kiss felt like you were both reuniting after a long time apart. 

Time passed by slowly before you noticed him pull away. You open your eyes to see his were  still closed, and a shuddering sigh falling from his lips. This was bliss, and maybe it would stay yours for the rest of your life.

“Matty.”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Hot Shower 🚿❤️‍🔥

ComPOUND: Round 5 of your week alone with Bucky

Summary: [fem reader x Dom Bucky], established relationship. After your training session and office visit, you’re both ready for a nice shower ;)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞

WARNINGS ⚠️: smut, fingering, oral (m receiving), p in v, c in v, praise kink

WC: 1.2k

We are both gleaming with sweat and riding the high of what just happened in the office. I know round three for the day is on its way. I am about to have some real fun of my own on this one.

One of my favorite things about the compound is my shower. It’s everything a girl can dream with a detachable head and a variety of settings. I also like that’s it’s got a nice ledge to sit on and enough room for two should you find yourself a buddy or… Bucky.

We walk to my bathroom. I strip off the only thing left I was wearing then throw it behind me for him to catch. He grips the shirt tight and examines it with a devilish grin. He catches up to me to grab me from behind. I come to a stop by his restricting movements. He squeezes my breasts then gives me a firmmmm smack on the ass.

“Angel, you better watch out or I’m gonna fuck you so hard in that shower you slip and damn near break something.”

“Hopefully the only thing you break is my back,” I tease. He gives me a surprised smirk - a bring it on kind of smirk.

“Ask and you shall receive. Now let’s go clean up that dirty little mouth of yours,” he parts my mouth wide open with his flesh thumb. I grab his hand to capture his thumb in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it looking for eyes of approval. His own jaw drops a bit.

“That’s a good girl.”

I release his hand, “Only for you.”

He grabs my face tight and smashes our mouthes together in an intense kiss.

“That’s right. Only mine.”

We continue walking to my shower. He turns the heat up high. Who would’ve thought the Winter Soldier likes hot showers. I look at him with a waiting smile as he turns back to me. He steps forward to push me against the wall.

“Gotta wait for it to heat up first,” he brings his hand to massage the inside of my thigh. I feel myself getting wet. I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips melt together in a steamy make out session.

His vibranium hand lifts up my leg so that my soaking cunt is exposed. He starts fingering me and the wet noises are as loud as the shower. I look up at him with eyes full of desire. When I feel myself pulse around his fingers, I bite down on my lip. My sharp breath fills with steam. I look over towards the shower and he stops.

“I think it’s ready,” I say hesitantly. I don’t want this to stop but I also want to see what he plans to do to me. He grips my thigh tightly.

“But are you ready? Cause I’m not,” he shoves me back harder into the wall. His fingers jam back inside me. He moves them back and forth quickly and firmly. His thumb moves in circles around my clit.

“Oh my god Bucky. Fuck! Bucky you’re about to make me-“ I gasp before I can finish my sentence. A rush of pleasure explodes inside me around his fingers. My face relaxes and my mouth softens into a big O.

“Made you cum Angel? Now do that thing again that earned you that.”

He takes his fingers and puts them in my mouth. I suck them and swirl my tongue around them like he likes. I take his hand out my mouth.

“Are we ready to shower now?” I ask meekly.

“You mean, am I ready to fuck you senseless and watch you choke on my cock and the steam? Hell yeah. Get your pretty ass in there and sit on the ledge.”

I do as he says. He shuts the glass door behind him.

“What a perfect little fuck seat you have in here. Let me guess,” he removes the shower head, “you use this to pleasure my pretty pussy when I’m not here.” He plays with the buttons to see the different settings. He finds my favorite jet speed and I can’t help but press my lips together in interest. He examines my reaction and cocks his head to the side.

“Open your legs.”

I give a satisfying “mmh” as the jet massages my clit.

“What do we say?”

“Thank you so much for letting me cum.”

“My girl minds her manners so well. Let’s put that mouth to use for other things.”

He puts the shower head back up. He grabs the sides of my head and puts his wet cock in my face. I grab onto his shaft and start to stroke and suck. He groans as his cock hits the back of my throat. I lick it up and down and stare at him wanting praise. He looks down and smiles. He pulls my hair a little.

“You’re being so good for me. It’s time to get fucked like the dirty girl you are.”

I part my head from his cock. He picks me up and twists me so I’m facing the side wall. I put my hands forward to grab the wall as he nearly slams me against it. He bends me over and pushes his cock inside me. He moves sloppy although he enters with such ease.

His vibranium hand stays clutching my hip and his flesh hand clasps at my breasts. I scream with pleasure at his beat. He’s going absolutely crazy with his pace. He grunts with pride. The steam of the water and the fresh sweat on our skin are indistinguishable.

“Fuck. You feel so good Angel,” I feel him slip a little. He brings his other hand back to my hip. I lose my balance a bit and bend over more. He brings his thumb over my clit again. He rubs harder than earlier knowing he’s overstimulating me. I’m not sure what number this is for me today at this point. I’m gasping for air and my face starts to blush.

“Please don’t stop. You have me so close again. Thank you. Please don’t stop!” He goes harder and faster. I shriek and shriek until I feel it happen again.

“Like I said, ask and you shall receive. Get ready to take my cum.” He fucks me. He fucks me. He’s fucking fucking me so good goddamnit.

“Please give me your cum! I want it so much!”

“Good because you’re about to get it!” He pulls my hands behind my back. I yell with surprise. He moves through me like a jackhammer, “That’s right you take this cock!”

With a deep breath and moan he cums inside me. As he pulls out he has more that he releases on my back. Showering me in more ways than one.

“Let’s get you actually cleaned up,” he lathers my loofah in soap. He rubs it up my back to clean himself off me. I stand back up sure to grind my ass on him. He muffles a laugh. The loofah glides up from my hips to my breasts as he massages the soap on my skin.

I return his service and we hop out. I wrap up in a towel and we get close on my bed.

“And after all that not a single bone broken. A damn miracle,” he says jokingly disappointed, “But my dirty girl is all clean now. Quick question, do you ever wash the wings?”

“They spray me down with a hose outside.”

“Haha… you’re so fucking funny.”

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Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Part One

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The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

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Nat, Yelena, and Clint

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Unexpected Calling – Part I

Masterlist - WIP

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.

Word count: 1.6k

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Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.

After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.

If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.

There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.

What the helll...?

Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.

It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.

'Dear mister,

My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.

My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.

– Rosie'

"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.

Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."

'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'

He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...

Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.

He knew that face.

He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.

In short?

He had to do it now.

He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.

But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.

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Underworld Insomnia || 1 - B.Barnes

Character : Bucky × Psychiatrist Female!Reader

Summary: As a ruthless contract killer, Bucky is feared in the underworld of criminals. His opponents freeze when they see him, as he is feared among them. However, they don't know that he could be warm to only one person: his pshychiatrist. The only person who could make him fall asleep.

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In the world of secret societies for underground criminals, there's a secret place for criminals to stay, a shop for criminals to buy their weapons, basically, criminals live like normal people but they can only go to places that are built for criminals.

That's the rule.

There's also a particular psychiatrist for criminals only. Since many of the criminals have demons in their minds.

For this job, Dr. Ben is the only person the criminals could go to and ask for advice and medicine so they could go to sleep. Most of them can sleep.

But the only person who has trouble is Bucky Barnes.

His name is enough to make everyone in the underworld shiver. His eyes are enough to make his opponents freeze.

Bucky is their answer if anyone wants a job done without any mistakes.

With the money from the job he finished, he could have a comfortable life for generations. But he doesn't need it because all he wants right now is to sleep.

"I tried what you told me. Work out until I'm tired, learn something new, clean all my weapons, upgrade my car, renovate my house with bulletproofing, sex," Bucky said while he lay on the couch, looking at the ceiling.

Dr. Ben kept writing while listening to his patient.

"I even went to pottery class, baking class, painting class, and sex," Bucky counted on his fingers.

"Still. Nothing works. I still can't sleep. It's been 7 years," Bucky said.

Dr. Ben, who kept writing, replied, "Yeah, you have mentioned sex multiple times."

"White noise, pink noise. In the end, I smashed the Bluetooth speaker. None of your methods work," Bucky said as he sat up and glared at Dr. Ben.

Dr. Ben adjusted his reading glasses. He remained calm, probably one of the few people not afraid even though Bucky was angry.

He clicked his pen and put the report on the table.

"Do you want to try reading fairy tale books?" Dr. Ben asked.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you joking with me?"

Dr. Ben replied, "Most of you people have a shitty childhood. Have shitty parents. Perhaps deep down, your kind wants something related to fulfilling your inner child."

Bucky exclaimed, "Woah, doctor, calm down. You're brutally honest here." He sighed, because he knew this method will failed like the rest. "Fine. I'll try." Then he lay back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Dr. Ben picked a children's book and started to read, he flipped through the pages, and began to read aloud, "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a brave little mouse named Timothy."

"Timothy was no ordinary mouse," Dr. Ben continued, "for he possessed a heart as courageous as a lion and a determination that could move mountains."

"Stop. Stop. It's so weird listening to you. Get someone else," Bucky interrupted, feeling uncomfortable.

Dr. Ben closed the book. "I'll get my apprentice."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "You've got a new one?" He knew that none of Dr. Ben's employees stayed that long, given the fear of criminals who kept coming for therapy.

Dr. Ben adjusted his glasses. "She could tame Bruce Banner; I think she could do the same to you."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Dr. Ben got up from his seat and opened his office door. "Y/N, help me for a bit," he called out.

Bucky heard a melodious voice respond, "Yes?"

The door swung open, revealing a woman with a confident stride and a calm demeanor. She had striking eyes that seemed to hold a depth of understanding, framed by a cascade of dark hair that fell gracefully around her shoulders.

Her posture exuded poise and assurance, hinting at a quiet strength within. She carried herself in professional attire with an air of authority, yet there was warmth in her expression as she met Bucky's gaze.

As you approach your boss, he suddenly puts a children's book in your hand.

You look at him, puzzled. "Huh?"

Dr. Ben pointed at Bucky and explained, "This person can't sleep for years. So I want to see if reading a children's story could make him fall asleep."

Bucky huffs in frustration. As a top assassin in the underworld, it's humiliating if he can only fall asleep with a children's book. "Just do it."

You flinch, knowing the man in front of you is dangerous.

Dr. Ben pats your shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, he's just cranky. I'll be here too. I need to see if it's working or not."

"Okay," you respond, then sit in the chair near Bucky's couch.

Before opening the book, you can't help but notice the tattoos on his neck and hands.

"Are you done staring?" Bucky asks, irritation evident in his voice.

"Oh, right, I'm sorry," you apologize quickly. "I'll start reading. Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a brave little mouse named Timothy. Timothy was no ordinary mouse, for he possessed a heart as courageous as a lion and a determination that could move mountains."

As you continue reading, Bucky listens intently, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he tries to relax.

"Despite his small size," you continue, "Timothy dreamed of embarking on great adventures and proving himself to be the bravest mouse in all the land."

Bucky's tense expression begins to soften slightly as he listens to the soothing cadence of your voice.

"One day," you narrate, "a fierce dragon threatened the kingdom, causing panic among the inhabitants. But Timothy, undeterred by the danger, volunteered to confront the dragon and save his home."

Bucky's breathing starts to slow down as he gets engrossed in the tale, his earlier restlessness fading away.

"With unwavering courage," you go on, "Timothy faced the dragon, armed only with his wits and determination. And through his bravery and quick thinking, he managed to outsmart the fearsome beast and bring peace back to the kingdom."

As you reach the end of the story, Bucky's eyes grow heavy, and he finally begins to drift off to sleep, a sense of calm settling over him.

Dr. Ben watches silently, nodding in approval as he sees the story's effect on Bucky. It seems that, perhaps, there is power in the simplest of tales to soothe even the most troubled minds.

Bucky's eyes felt heavy. The childish story and your calm voice made him feel relaxed. Your voice seemed more effective than white noise in soothing his troubled mind. As he listened, the tension in his muscles gradually melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.

Then Bucky opened his eyes, only to realize he wasn't in the same place in Dr. Ben's office anymore. He found himself on a bed inside an unknown room. Panic surged through him.

Had he been kidnapped?

It would bring shame to his name as the feared killer if true.

As he processed his surroundings, Bucky's hand instinctively went for his knife, ready to defend himself. But soon, he recognized the familiar surroundings of Dr. Ben's building. Relief washed over him, though he remained on edge.

A door creaked open, causing Bucky to tense, his grip tightening on the knife. But to his surprise, it was just Dr. Ben.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Dr. Ben asked calmly.

Bucky clicked his tongue in annoyance and massaged his shoulder. "No. Your methods didn't work. I'm still tired."

"Well, that's natural since you've been asleep for three days," Dr. Ben replied matter-of-factly.

Three days?!

He can't believe it, since he has only been able to sleep for one hour each night for the past seven years. Bucky's eyes widened in disbelief as he checked his phone, seeing the date and numerous missed calls and unread messages.

"It worked?" he muttered, incredulous. He had been able to sleep and hadn't even realized it.

Bucky's amazement lingered as he realized that he had slept for three whole days without even being aware of it. It was a stark contrast to the years of insomnia he had endured, struggling to find even a moment of rest.

The tension that had plagued his body for so long began to ebb away, replaced by a newfound sense of calmness and clarity. He couldn't deny the relief that washed over him, knowing that perhaps, just perhaps, there was hope for him yet.

Then, there was a knock on the door. It was you.

"How is he, doctor? Is he still asleep?" you asked, but you gasped when Bucky's intense gaze met yours.

Was he angry? Did he blame you for making him sleep for three days?

"Y/N, is it?" Bucky inquired.

You responded groggily, "Yes?"

Bucky got on his knees, his right hand resting on his left chest and his left hand reaching for you. He looked at you earnestly and asked, "Will you work for me?"

You were taken aback, as was Dr. Ben. Bucky's unexpected gesture felt like it could lead to a significant misunderstanding, resembling a proposal rather than a job offer.

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 7,390

A/N: First Wanda story! I’m not sure if this has never been written or if this is a huge cliché of a story, however, I enjoyed creating this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it.

Warnings: Infidelity, illicit affair, mind-manipulation, cliffhanger ending.

You're a researcher who intends to investigate the strange occurrences happening in the town of Westview. Your inspection leads you to Wanda Maximoff, the cause of the anomaly, and a confrontation ensues.

You arrived in New Jersey on a crisp autumn day, eager to begin your investigation. As a researcher specialized in anomalies studies, you were totally captivated by the Westview case, therefore you didn't hesitate to check out this small town.

It was harder than you thought to get any information. The entire place was covered by some sort of veil, and no one with whom you managed to communicate seemed to want to know about what was happening.

So, you decided to take matters into your own hands and launched a small drone to break into the area. The device was equipped with the most advanced technology, meaning it could record real time, and you hoped that you would be able to gather some valuable data from its surveillance footage.

As the drone flew over the town, you were stunned to see that it had entered some kind of force field.

At first, everything seemed normal enough. Westview had charming, picturesque characteristics all over it. But as you began to dig deeper, you noticed something, or rather, someone.

Suddenly, the drone's video cut out, leaving only a glitchy screen. You tried to regain control of the drone, but it was impossible.

Frustrated, you made your way to the force field to see what had happened.

You stumbled upon Wanda's intense, fiery red eyes, provoking the biggest feeling of panic to rise within you in a matter of seconds. As far as you knew, she was responsible for all this.

"You were trying to spy on me, weren't you?" Wanda's voice was laced with anger and suspicion.

"No, I swear! I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to understand what was happening in this town," you tried to sound as sincere as possible, hoping to ease her rage.

"You don't understand anything," Wanda yelled, startling you. "You don't understand the sorrow, the dread, the suffering. You don't understand what it's like to lose everything you love and have nothing left."

"I'm sorry. I promise I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again," your voice was trembling as you spoke.

You knew she loved the weakness you were presenting, it was notorious given the expression of amusement she had drawn all over her face.

"I can't let you go," she answered, her tone final. "You're a threat to everything I've built here. I can't have that. I won't let you ruin everything."

Desperately trying to come up with a way out of this mess, you pleaded for mercy.

***

It was a beautiful summer day in Westview, perfect for a pleasant walk.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everything seemed perfect. In this picturesque town, nothing seemed to matter at all. You felt happy and content, living a simple life in this idyllic environment.

You had a job in a vinyl shop, therefore you spent your days surrounded by records, helping people find whatever they needed. In the evenings, you mostly spent time with your friends, gossiping about the latest news and events in town. Life in Westview was perfect. The thought of anything outside of this town seemed odd to you.

You were on your way to get yourself another smoothie during a day out with your friends when you saw her.

You were completely taken aback. Her beauty was beyond words, and her presence was captivating. Her red hair framed her face perfectly, and her stunning green eyes were full of emotion and depth. Her features were delicate yet powerful, and you found yourself mesmerized by her every move.

When she caught you staring, you felt your heart pounding its way out of your chest. You thought she was going to look away, or worse, look at you badly, however instead...

"Hi there," she greeted you with a soft smile.

"H-hi," you replied shyly, reciprocating.

"I'm Wanda," she introduced herself, extending her hand.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before," you said, taking her hand. "And I'm (Y/N)."

"It's okay," she said, still smiling. "I just wanted to welcome you to town."

You nodded, completely mesmerized by every single detail that made her up, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Wanda."

As you continued walking, she asked you about your life in Westview. You told her about your job and your hangouts with friends.

She listened intently, until she concluded, "It sounds like you have a wonderful life here," she observed. Every word she spoke was filled with warmth and kindness.

You agreed, feeling a strange mix of happiness, "Yes, I do. I couldn't imagine living anywhere else."

You couldn't get rid of the thought that there was something more about Wanda. Nevertheless, you quickly dismissed it from your mind, deciding to focus on the simple pleasures of your life in Westview.

From that day on, you were inseparable. You crossed paths every so often, and each time, your connection grew stronger. You talked about everything, exploring the town and getting to know each other. You found yourself falling unavoidably in love with her.

One sunny afternoon, the redhead and you were enjoying a picnic in the park. You had packed a basket full of your favorite foods, and you were lounging on a blanket under the shade of a tree.

As you chatted and laughed, you couldn't help but simply think about her, appreciate her. She had become your closest friend, and you trusted her completely.

You reached for the last strawberry that remained, but she playfully pulled the plate away from you, "Not so fast," she refused, a mischievous glint in her eye.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, reaching for the plate again. This time, you managed to grab it, quickly putting it in your mouth before she could snatch it from you.

After finishing your food, you were just laying on the grass as you watched the clouds. You chatted about your favorite music, exchanging recommendations and opinions. Wanda had a great sense of humor, and you teased each other relentlessly about your tastes.

"You like that song? Ugh, I could never guess you were that type of person," she laughed.

"It's a guilty pleasure," you justified.

"Fair enough. But if you want great music, I can give you some recommendations."

"Deal," you agreed, eager to know more of her interests.

You kept enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze, until the older woman invited you over to her place to listen to her records and drink some lemonade.

As you walked to her house, she continued chatting about her vinyl collection, stating that you would love every single one of them, given her similar music taste.

However, when you made it there, you were surprised to see a man there on the porch, reading the newspaper as two kids played hide and seek in the small garden.

"Hey, Vis, this is my friend, (Y/N)," Wanda introduced you.

"Oh, it's famous (Y/N)! So nice to finally meet you," he kindly said as he stood up and smiled widely at you.

"Tommy! Billy! Come here for a moment, I'll introduce you to someone special," the redhead called the kids, and immediately, one of them stopped counting and the other came out from his hiding place.

It was then that you realized that this man, Vision, was Wanda's husband, and they had two kids together.

You felt shattered and confused. You had no idea that she was married and had a family, and the fact that she had asked you to come to her home made you feel like you had unknowingly crossed a line. It all began to sink in. You had developed feelings for someone who was already taken, and you didn't know what to do.

You started to distance yourself from her, and it was probably the most painful decision. At some point, you started questioning if it was worse to be surrounded by her even if it made you suffer, or not to be surrounded by her at all.

You missed her madly, however you knew that it was the right thing to do. It was hard seeing her every day, and despite the fact that you tried your best to stay away, you found yourself constantly drawn to her, lost in thoughts of what could have been.

At some point, it was unbearable to continue like this. You needed to move on and find someone who was available and could return your feelings. So, you started dating someone sweet and kind, hoping that a new person would fill the void in your heart.

Too little avail, for you simply couldn't quit daydreaming of her smile, the way she wrinkled her nose whenever you teased her, her piercing eyes that acquired a peculiar bright when she ate her favorite food... she all etched into your heart.

You realized too late that you had made a mistake by distancing yourself from her. Wanda moved on with her life, and you were right where she left you. You should have talked to her and told her how you felt. Although she might've found it obvious, it was too much of a coincidence that you cut her off from your life right after she introduced you to her husband and her kids.

You thought that she would reject you when you asked her to meet, nevertheless, she didn't hesitate for one second to ask how you were and subsequently, told you that there wasn't a day she wondered what had happened.

You liked to believe that she thought of you from time to time, and a sense of bliss took over you when you confirmed that indeed she did.

"Wanda," you said, looking around her living room filled with pictures of her and her husband, and her kids. "I needed to let you know that there is nothing wrong with you."

She looked at you, her beautiful green eyes meeting yours. Oh, how you missed them, "What is it?" she questioned.

"I've been trying to deny it for a while now, but I can't help the way I feel about you," you started, your voice breaking with each word, knowing that this would probably mean a goodbye for good. "I'm in love with you."

"I... I don't know what to say," she replied, her eyes growing wider. "I had no idea you felt this way."

"It's been eating me away. I just had to tell you."

She reached out and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "I'm married," she said softly.

"I know," you answered, feeling a pang of disappointment, which you were expecting but never truly prepared for. "I don't intend to cause any disruptions. I just needed..."

"I'm in love with you too," she interrupted, her voice filled with emotion. "I want to be with you."

Your heart leaped with joy, almost so suddenly that you felt like you were going to pass out. Wanda, your dear Wanda, shared your feelings!

As she leaned in, your lips met, and a rush of electricity coursed through your body. She wrapped her arms around your waist as she deepened the kiss, pulling you in closer.

Your mouths moved in perfect sync. You tangled your fingers in her hair as her own hands roamed over your back, reveling in the warmth of her embrace. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the moment, consumed by the intensity of your desire for one another. Finally, you pulled away, breathless and flushed with the realization of what was about to start between you.

But then, the realization hit you. Wanda was married, with kids. You couldn't just come in and ruin her life like this.

"I know this is complicated," she commented, as if your thoughts were so loud for her to hear. "I promise you, we'll figure it out together."

And just like that, you were together. It was a surprising turn of events, but it felt so right to be with her. You knew that you had a lot to deal with, given her marriage, but as long as you were together, nothing else mattered.

Your dates were the most romantic in the world. The way Wanda would get all dressed up, pick you up promptly and always look for an opportunity to surprise you. You would talk for hours and laugh until your cheeks hurt. You thought it was perfect.

But there was something missing.

You tried to be understanding and patient, however it was becoming harder and harder.

You broke down when one time you walked out of the restaurant, you couldn't resist the urge to take Wanda's hand in yours. But as soon as you did, she pulled away and looked around nervously.

"Please, not in public," she whispered, avoiding eye contact.

You felt a pang of hurt and frustration. You had been dating for months now, and yet she still acted as though you were hiding some dark secret. There was almost nobody around, ten people maximum who were too invested in their own lives. No one was looking.

When she dropped you off, you confronted her, probably for the thousandth time already.

"Why can't we be together openly?" you asked, trying to keep the anger out of your voice.

"Because I have a family that I love," she replied, notoriously irritated for having this conversation again. "You knew what you were getting into when we started this."

"You act like I'm some sort of inconvenience to you," you snapped, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at you, her voice rising with anger, "You know what? Maybe you are an inconvenience. It's not like you appreciate the sacrifices I have to make in order to be with you!"

You felt your heart sink as her words hit you like a ton of bricks. "Why the fuck would you say such stupidity? You've respected my decisions, even if you don't always agree with them."

"You don't know the half of what I have gone through," the older woman spat, her voice trembling. That was the moment you knew she was losing it. "Do you have any idea what it's like to have to lie to your own family every day? Everything I have right now, I earned it after so much sorrow. I won't toss it in the trash just to be with an ungrateful brat."

You took a step back, feeling hurt and confused, "I never asked you to do any of it. I just want to be with you, to introduce you to my friends as my girlfriend..."

"I can't give you that," she shot back, "You want everything to be easy and perfect, maybe you should just find someone else who can give you what you want."

You felt a lump form in your throat as her words stung you deeply, "What do you mean, Wanda? Are you breaking up with me?" She remained silent, leaving you hurt and confused, unsure of what to do or say next, "Fine, then maybe we should just end things here."

She finally spoke, "No, that's not what I want," she replied, her tone growing softer. "I'm sorry," she apologized, tears welling up in her eyes. "I know I'm not the easiest person to be with."

Despite all this, you couldn't help but fall more in love with her every day. She was kind, intelligent, and beautiful.

Taking a deep breath, you looked into her eyes and told her how much you loved her. You explained how much this whole situation hurt you.

"I just feel like we're never going to be able to be truly happy if we keep hiding."

Wanda stopped and looked at you, her eyes searching yours. "I know, and I don't want that for us either. I'll try to be more open, I promise."

You thought that this little talk would make a change for the better. This was only the beginning of what it would be like to emerge from the fire only to fall into the embers.

***

The reality of Westview that Wanda Maximoff had built up was already a part of your bitter past.

You had been completely immersed in said alternate reality, but you couldn't recall what happened there. Your recollection of that time was probably suppressed or deleted when you returned to what you perceived as your current reality, leaving you with no idea of what transpired in Westview during this bizarre and surreal period.

You frequently experienced being attracted into vivid dreams that felt terribly real. She was supposed to be the enemy, your enemy, but some dreams tightened their grip on your heart with tenderness, so much so that, inevitably, you felt longing and attraction towards the redheaded woman.

Every night, you hoped with all your might to have one of those nocturnal reveries that involved words of love, walks around town, laughter, and other memorable moments. On one night, however, that wasn't the case...

"What's the matter, darling?" you asked, putting down your bag and approaching her.

She didn't answer, just kept flipping through the photos.

"I don't like that," she said, holding up a photo of you with someone you couldn't quite recognize.

"That's just a picture of me with a co-worker in a reunion," you responded, perplexed at how she was intending to make a big deal out of it.

"Too close, look at how she's grabbing your waist," she snapped, raising her voice. "Whenever I visit you at your work, you're always by her side and I hate it."

You tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen and just kept flipping through the photos, getting angrier and angrier.

What happened next made you truly wonder, was you crazy or did her eyes actually turn red?

You felt a knot in your stomach while your hands trembled with fear, and you had a feeling that something horrible was going to happen. You were paralyzed, unable to move or breathe.

"Why the fuck are you just standing there?" She yelled as she turned to you with said red eyes.

"Wanda, please calm down," you whispered, taking a step back. "You're scaring me."

She got up from the table and started pacing, still holding the Polaroid that upset her the most.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me," she finally said, so calmly that it scared you even more. "Betraying me, huh?"

"I could never betray you," you stated. "I love you and only you."

It was like she did not listen to anything you said at all, ignoring your attempts to clarify the misunderstanding that was all in her head. "I can't stand the thought of you seeing someone else," she shook her head. "You belong with me."

Her words sent shivers down your spine, "Yes, I belong to you. You're the only one I love," you reiterated.

She grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to her, much to your surprise. "Prove it," she whispered dangerously close to your lips. "Prove to me how much you love me."

You woke up abruptly, immediately feeling a cold sweat running down your back, definitely due to the terror that felt so real. And you couldn't deny that frustration took hold of you afterward, for as was typical, the best part was cut short.

***

You waited for what seemed like a lifetime; nevertheless, Wanda Maximoff finally stood in front of you, looking as lovely as in your dreams.

"Hi, Wanda," you greeted her, stunned at her beauty.

"Hello," she replied, with a glimpse of a smile on her lips. Her green eyes acquired that peculiar brightness you already knew all too well.

"I'll get straight to the point. I don't understand what happened between us in Westview. These dreams, were they not dreams but rather... memories?" you asked, desperate for answers.

"I used my powers to draw you into my reality because I felt like you were threatening what I created," she explained. "At first, I started to be your friend so I could keep an eye on you, but as time went by... I swear to you, even if what I created was not real, what I felt for you was the realest thing in the midst of it all."

You stood and stared at her without a word. You never expected her to show you such honesty so easily.

She seemed very willing to do things right, and perhaps her way of doing so was by simply surrendering to the acceptance of her bitter situation and leaving everyone alone. Nevertheless, you didn't want her to leave you alone, not after what you had lived.

"I- I..." you started, but she cut you off.

"You don't have to say anything," she responded. "You think that it was wrong. And you're right, I shouldn't have done it, you have a life and a free will on your own like everyone else in Westview. I was just so lost in my own grief."

You looked at her and understood her pain better than you thought possible. "I'm sorry for what you went through," you said, taking a step closer to her. "What's your final decision?"

"I want to focus on the only true love I've always had for granted if everything fell apart. On you."

Your heart leaped. "What do you mean?" you asked, not sure if you heard her correctly.

"I love you," she established, taking a step closer to you. "We barely know each other in this reality, but the feelings I have for you are real, your essence is real, and I want to get to know you for who you are. If you allow me this time, of course."

"Wanda, I'm flattered but... I feel like you consider me a substitute for Vision."

"I could never," she assured you, grabbing your hand. "Even when I had Vision with me, I never considered you a substitute, a second choice, or a fling. You were my love too, a unique love in its own way, simply that," she continued. "I couldn't stand losing you too, knowing you're somewhere over there. That was why I was visiting you in your dreams, giving you your memories back little by little."

You looked into her eyes, and the weight of her words sank in. That was when you knew that you couldn't resist her anymore. The warmth that had spread through your chest grew stronger, as a grin spread across your face. "You don't have to ask again," you said, inviting her into your arms, to which she didn't hesitate for a single second. "I'm already yours."

And as you held her, you knew that nothing else mattered. It seemed like the entire world vanished, and the only ones who existed in that moment were her and you, two souls reencountering, wrapped up in a warm embrace.

The months passed, each one bringing with it a seed sown in the soil of your hearts.

They say it doesn't matter how slow you go, as long as you don't stop. How true it was, for each small step guided Wanda on the path to rediscovering joy in her life.

"Hey! If you keep digging on the glaze, we won't have a way to decorate the cookies," the redhead scolded you, making you let out a growl of frustration.

It was perhaps the third time you had tried unsuccessfully to take some of the sweet glaze that was temptingly resting on the kitchen counter while she was distracted checking on the cookies.

"Then why do you make it so delicious? It's not my fault you're good at everything," you inquired, taking another bit, and before she could protest, you placed some on the tip of her nose.

She wrinkled her nose, which you always considered adorable, "Mmm, resorting to flattery to get what you want. It doesn't work on me," she stated, taking your waist in her hands, in a firm yet delicate grip.

"What, now you can't praise your beautiful girlfriend and everything she does?"

"Not when there's glaze around," she directed both eyes to the tip of her nose, which still had the little stain you caused earlier. Laughing, you removed it with a napkin and subsequently kissed the area.

The cookies came out of the oven, spreading a delicious smell around the house. Some were star-shaped, heart-shaped, Christmas tree-shaped, and gingerbread man-shaped. You started eating them once you headed out into the backyard of her house, with the starry sky above you.

She looked up at the stars, which seemed to be aware that somewhere a passionate couple was going to appreciate them, as they were brighter than usual.

Despite this, it didn't take you ten seconds to turn your attention to her. The most admirable landscape of all was right next to you.

"I love you," you told her. You repeated it to her every time you stopped to appreciate her and therefore think about how lucky you were to be surrounded by the presence of someone so wonderful, which happened many, many times.

She looked at you, and with that smile she specifically adopted when you directed those three words towards her, she replied, "I love you more, my sweetheart. Thank you for teaching me every day that this world has its charm. You are the best demonstration of all."

All the progress she seemed to have made crumbled in just one careless, reckless moment of curiosity.

When she confiscated the Darkhold from Agatha, she had the ancient magic book at her mercy and really did nothing more than flip through it. It was only recently that she decided to actually open it and study it.

Since then, the days and weeks went by in which she did nothing more than that. It was her first thought in the morning after getting up and her last thought before falling asleep. At first, you didn't think much of it, in fact, you were somewhat happy that she had found an interest on her own initiative.

You were so naive in believing that she was just curious, and that she was really going to study the contents of that dangerous book without actually putting something into practice.

The only complete sentence she addressed to you since all that time was about bringing her sons Billy and Tommy back.

Her eyes possessed a peculiar mixture of longing and illusion at the same time. You knew then that no matter how much she had improved since the incident in Westview, there was an emptiness that gnawed at her and it was the absence of her sons.

You were mindful of how dangerous the Darkhold was, and that the dark powers it possessed were not something to be played with, much less if it was for her own desires. You tried to persuade her to drop the possibility of doing that, but she seemed quite convinced. It only remained for you to continue pretending that her sick interest in that book was not affecting your relationship.

She became even more distant, if that was possible. She spent all day immersed in those pages to such an extent that she forgot everything else in her life, like eating or even sleeping. She had left behind her purpose of acceptance in the face of the fact that nothing about Westview was real. It wasn't enough for her that she and her children were happily living in another universe, she wanted it to happen in her current one.

And you couldn't help but feel frustrated, as well as guilty. You did everything you could to make her happy and to make a positive contribution to her life, but it wasn't enough, it only took one book for all that to go down the drain. You felt so guilty, for you were also allowing her to go out of her way. You should have insisted more, however, you didn't want to make her mad, or make her think like you didn't care about her sorrow.

And little by little, the day when you officially gave up came.

You had placed a sandwich on her nightstand, still with a shred of hope that she would eat. It pained you to see her with those huge dark circles under her eyes, a sign that she wouldn't leave that book even for a little sleep, and you were troubled by the way the breakfast you had placed on her nightstand that morning was still untouched.

"Please, eat something. You didn't have breakfast," you requested in a tone that had long since become a plea. Most of the time, this was in vain.

It is well said that it is a stupid thing to think about doing the same thing and expect different results. In your case, it could be called delusional.

"I'm not hungry, but thank you," the redhead replied, without looking up.

"Of course you're not hungry, you're so invested in that fucking thing that it distracts you from even listening to your own body," you grumbled, resigned that this would be another day just like the others. This routine became monotonous, and you were beginning to lose patience.

"If you don't like it, you know you can leave," she snapped, leaving you stunned at her rudeness.

"Okay, I'll do you the best of favors and leave, for good."

Her green eyes met yours, and at that fact alone, you regretted the decision you made. Instantly, you felt so willing to take back what you said and continue to suffer only if there was a one in a million chance that you could experience this again.

"You can't leave me!" Wanda's trembling voice echoed through the room, her eyes flashing with anger.

"I promise, it won't make any difference for you," you countered, steeling yourself to make this decision final.

You headed for the bedroom door, determined to put all this behind you. It was something that hurt, but sometimes running is the brave thing to do, for maintaining was more torture than letting go.

You felt a strong grip on your arm as soon as your hand was about to turn the doorknob, She grabbed you tightly, her eyes blazing red with fury, "I said, you can't leave me. I won't let you."

You tried to pull away from her grasp, but she was surprisingly strong. You knew this was not a human force. "Wanda, please let me go. You're hurting me..."

But she wouldn't listen.

"No!" Her jaw clenched in desperation, tears cutting tracks through her face. Her grip on your arm tightened even more, as her fingers were digging into your flesh like claws.

You weren't sure how, but the sight of those mesmerizing green eyes was enough to make you feel the need to not only stay with her but to do what you could to be of her convenience.

"Repeat after me," she ordered you. "I swear to keep the Scarlet Witch's secrets, never betray her trust, and serve her faithfully until my dying day."

Without any difficulty whatsoever, and in the most willing manner ever to come from your lips, you repeated: "I swear to keep the Scarlet Witch's secrets, never betray her trust, and serve her faithfully until my dying day."

Since then, you had the honor of assisting Wanda in multiple stages of her Darkhold dominance.

You were in charge of pleasing her in all aspects, finding certain items or scouting locations that were required for some rituals or spells, but perhaps the most remarkable thing was when she taught you about astral projection.

She ordered you to keep an eye on Stephen Strange because he contacted her not long ago. It took exhaustive practice over many hours for you to be ready for such a thing, without him noticing your presence.

The first few days were boring to witness, as they were full of cheap tricks that were no match for the power of your beloved Wanda Maximoff herself. However, you eventually found out the reason why, and it was something that would be of utmost convenience to the redhead in question.

"My mistress," you ran to Wanda in hurried steps. "Stephen Strange was found by a girl named América Chavez. She has the ability to travel between multiverses. That's the reason why he contacted you, I'm certain."

"Interesting," Wanda replied. "Apparently, Stephen is more naïve than he thought. You can go now."

"Yes, my lady," you responded obediently, kissing the corner of her lips.

"Don't distract me," she protested, slightly angry.

"I-I'm sorry," you lowered your head, with palpable embarrassment.

You felt her hand touch your cheek, and subsequently, her index finger and thumb caused you to look up.

"Hey, I'm proud of you, okay?" Her gaze softened, and a small smile graced her lips. "So far, you've obeyed my orders, you've been willing to learn from the Darkhold to serve me, and you've never refused a single request from me."

"Thank you, I'm happy to hear that, my mistress. Do you need anything else?" You asked.

"Yes," she confirmed with her voice low and raspy. Her hand slid down to your chest, and she smiled when she felt your heart racing like it always used to. You could notice your body responding to her touch; that's the moment you knew where this was going. "I need you. Come to my bedroom tonight, at eight o'clock, and don’t you dare be late. You know how much I despise uselessness," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear.

You swallowed hard, trying to calm your trembling voice, but failed as you responded, "As you command, my lady."

Wanda leaned in and kissed you deeply. Her tongue explored your mouth as her hands roamed over your waist and your back.

"You are mine, and I expect complete obedience from you. You will do as I say, and you will do it with enthusiasm."

You nodded, feeling an incredible desire take hold of you.

"Good," she purred, making you feel a deep sense of loss as soon as she pulled away.

You wished this could be done at the very present moment since you were unsure about being able to wait until the hour she established. Nevertheless, you knew as well how much she despised impatience. So you did your best to wait, and when the time came, you showed up promptly at her bedroom.

It was approximately half-past ten.

You were lying next to Wanda, with your body tingling with the after-effects of intense pleasure as you struggled to catch your breath.

"You always serve me so well in this, my loyal follower," Wanda commented, when she decided she had enough. Afterwards, with only her underwear on, she went to her wardrobe to put on a dressing gown.

"Anything to please you," you replied, which sounded more like a gasp. "Do you need anything else, my mistress?" You reiterated in your most respectful tone.

"Actually, I don't think I'll be needing you at all anymore. I'll continue on my own," you felt a knot form in your stomach at her words.

"What do you mean?" You asked, doubting if you really heard her right or if you were just misinterpreting her words.

Maybe she was only referring to today, tomorrow you could be of use to her, right...?

"I no longer need you, nor will I ever need you," Wanda repeated, her eyes cold and distant. "You have served your purpose, and I have already decided that it is time for you to leave."

"But we were supposed to do this together! Bring your children back and..." You protested, your heart racing with panic. "I thought we had a pact, my lady. A pact of secrecy and loyalty.

She adopted a twisted, mocking smile, as she crawled towards you, her breath hot against your ear. "I never said we were equals," she hissed. "You don't decide when to leave me, I decide. Now you no longer serve me."

Your mind reeled as you struggled to make sense of her words. As simple as that, you had been nothing more than a disposable tool in her quest for power.

"I beg you, my lady, please reconsider," you pleaded with all the sincerity you could reunite. "I have given you my loyalty, my time, my intimacy, my heart. I have served you to the best of my ability. I have nothing if not for us to do this together; you can't leave me."

Wanda's expression didn't change, and she looked at you with disdain. "I can and I will. Put on your clothes and go. The rest is not my concern," she replied firmly.

Even though you grabbed your clothes and got dressed, you weren't going to leave with your head down; at least, you would tell her a few truths to her face.

"You know? I thought you were a powerful sorceress, a force to be reckoned with. Now I see that you're nothing more than a petty, manipulative tyrant."

Wanda's eyes narrowed as she stood up, her own anger flaring. "Don't you dare speak to me like that," she snapped, "I am your mistress, and you will show me respect."

"I will show respect to anyone who deserves it," you retorted, your voice trembling with rage.

Wanda's face transformed into a mask of fury, and she raised her hand, a bolt of red energy crackling in the tip of her fingers.

"You dare to defy me?" She didn't even shout; her tone of voice was low, it was a warning. Her eyes were red, and your breath, you swore, was coming in short gasps.

"I dare say enough. I don't deserve this," you said with apparent calmness, but your flashes of sudden adrenaline were pouring out of you.

The place crackled with tension as Wanda and you vied for power with your gazes.

For a moment, your fight seemed like it was going to turn into something dangerous, deadly, though deep down, you would never hurt her, but would Wanda hurt you? You would find out in a moment, it seemed. You knew the things she was capable of when she was upset and feeling challenged.

But then something happened that surprised you, her red energy suddenly dissipated, leaving you confused.

She took a step forward, right towards you and smiled.

It wasn't the kind of smile you liked, although all of it was beautiful. Her pupils were slightly dilated, and her teeth glittered almost sadistically. You couldn't bring yourself to react.

Her footsteps echoed in the space as she circled around you, placing herself behind your back, her hand gripped you tightly around your waist, clinging you to her body. You gasped loudly as you felt yourself under her mercy again.

"My dear pathetic thing... do you really think you can defy me and get away with it alive?" It was a question you dared not answer, but her hand circled your hip until it reached your lower abdomen, very close to the edge of your underwear. "Answer me," she commanded.

Your skin bristled, and her hand kept moving down, threatening you.

"I already defied you," you whispered, knowing full well you would provoke her. You just wanted her to make you hers again.

You heard Wanda giggle, "You're lucky I have better things to do," she let go of you abruptly, walking away from you, subsequently taking a seat quietly in a nearby chair. "Fuck off then. You're not deciding to leave; I discarded you first. This is not an act of dignity," her sharp tone of voice cut you like never before. “Just know, I’ll make you regret this.”

You nodded your head, humiliated, but at the same time tired of it all, "Maybe I’ll regret it, but maybe I won’t," you implied. You couldn't show weakness, but your watery eyes gave you away. "Goodbye, Wanda."

"Honey, wake up," you heard her voice echoing through the atmosphere, but little by little, the image began to fade until it was all black. "Wake up, (Y/N)!"

You snapped your eyes open, and were met with the blurry sight of Wanda with an expression of utmost concern on her face. Your eyes were watery, your back was cold but covered in sweat, and your heart was racing.

It didn't take you long to hug her and cling to her as you sobbed uncontrollably. Despite her obvious confusion, she did not hesitate to reciprocate and comfort you.

"I had the most horrible dream ever," you said once you had calmed down enough.

"And it's different from the previous ones?" She questioned. "Because you had these dreams about Westview being part of a reality I created, which I dragged you into, but then it became a dream within a dream… it’s complicated but it’s been several ones, darling. I’m worried about you." She confessed.

You nodded, "This was the worst. I dreamt that the kids didn’t exist in our ‘multiverse’, they were simply a creation from your reality, but you got so obsessed with bringing them back,” you said, with a lump in your throat as you recalled. “You became a person I no longer knew, and I wanted to leave you, but you manipulated me into staying. You ordered me around, and when I had served your purpose, you decided you didn't want me anymore. I begged you to let me stay, and... you didn't care."

You didn't understand why these horrible dreams seemed to have a sequence, and why they were so long and so realistic that they kept haunting you.

"I would never do that!" She exclaimed, holding you tighter, shocked at what had been revealed to you through nocturnal reveries.

"Wh-what happened?" You heard Billy’s timid voice coming from the door frame, and as you turned your eyes, there stood your sons, Tommy and Billy. Their expressions as concerned as your wife's.

"Nothing, sweetheart. I just had a horrible dream," you replied, feeling the need to compose yourself quickly so they wouldn't see you this way.

Said need, however, faded as the twins ran in your direction and, along with Wanda, they hugged you so tightly that, little by little, the bitter memories were replaced by the love that reigned daily in this wonderful home this family had created.

Later that day, after a week of that incident, you arrived home with the groceries; the twins were already sound asleep upstairs.

"Mmmm, two bowls of ice cream in the dishwasher. Wanda Maximoff, you gave our kids ice cream for dinner?" You reprimanded her, not hiding your amusement despite trying to pretend being annoyed. She knew full well that she couldn't upset you.

"You can't resist when they both even make up a song to ask for it," she justified, raising her arms. "You know, we're so lucky to be here. Maybe these things are so simple, but I can't imagine all the circumstances that could have prevented you and I from being in this kitchen, talking, after you've gone grocery shopping... did you bring me something?"

You laughed, nodding slightly as you pulled out of the bag a package of M&M’s, the redhead’s favorite treats.

After she made tea for both of you, that night she made you aware of the Multiverse. It really existed and wasn't just a figment of your imagination, and your dreams were more like a journey into a universe where everything was actually happening.

With that in mind, it pained you to think that maybe you didn't do so well in all realities, but it also made you realize that you were the lucky one because you had a great life in Westview, with your wonderful wife and your precious kids.

"I think we should be careful, who knows if that fucking witch will manage to travel between universes and disturb our peace," you concluded, feeling the fear creep over you at the mere thought of that possibility.

"Fucking witch? You've called me a lot of names, but I don't like this one," Wanda replied, her eyes turning reddish. "Good, you drank your tea."

"Wanda... what...?"

"I told you I'd make you regret this, but I never specified in what universe."

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The Babysitter (23)

Welcome To The Family

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

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

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

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Welcome To The Family

Gentle rays of sunlight seeped through the small gaps in the curtains, resulting in your eyes to softly flutter open, squinting a little as you adjusted to the light. Your gaze almost immediately went to the woman who laid beside you, tranquillity written across her face as she slept next to you.

Wanda looked ethereal besides you, the sunlight creating this angelic aura about her as soft, quiet snores left her lips, your lips tugging into a content smile. It was impossible to keep your eyes off her, gaze flickering across her face as you admired her features. Her auburn hair still somehow framed her face perfectly, her cheekbones slightly on show with how her face was pressed against the pillow, lips slightly parted, long eyelashes adorning her eyes, she was perfect. You continued to gaze lovingly at her, only being snapped out of the moment when she spoke up, voice low and raspy from having just woken up.

"It's rude to stare," she murmurs, her tone containing hints of teasing, eyes eventually fluttering open to reveal various shades of amused green.

"I'm not staring," you whisper out, scared if you spoke any louder that the peaceful atmosphere would be broken. "I'm admiring, there's a difference," her teeth bite down on her lower lip to try and prevent the smile stretching across her face, the sight adorable to you as she peers through her lashes.

"Admiring is just a nice way of saying staring," she mutters, her hands moving to snake around your body as you lay facing each other, your legs a tangle of limbs under the sheets. A small chuckle escapes you at her words, her eyes closing as a blissful sigh escapes her, savouring the moment.

"Well, it's hard not to stare at someone so beautiful," your tone barely above a whisper, honesty and care lacing your words. At the way you softly spoke the complementing words, Wanda's cheeks turned a light pink, her face turning to the side to press further into the pillow, trying to hide her flustered expression. "Are you blushing?" you tease, a smile stretching on your lips as her cheeks turned even darker, your hands wrapping around her body and pulling her closer.

"No," she grumbles defiantly, despite the clear colour tainting her cheeks.

"Yeah you are," your tone teasing but still soft, your lips moving to press against her cheek, lingering and moving to whisper in her ear, "You're beautiful my love, I can't keep my eyes off of you."

"Shut up," she mutters playfully, wanting the heat in her cheeks to go away, your words somehow making her blush even more prominent. She wasn't used to being showered in this much affection, and the way you said it... it almost made her fall in love with you all over again.

"No, I want you to know how I think you are perfect," she moves to hide her face at your neck, her warm breath tickling your skin.

"Stop it," she mutters again, still getting flustered by your kind and caring words.

"Or what?" you murmur out, "What are you going to do?" At that, her head instantly pulls away from your neck, the shy glint having faded into a more dominant stare as she raises her brow at you, her persona radiating pure power now. You swallow nervously at the dominant look in her eyes, the way her lips curve into a mischievous smirk, hands slipping under your shirt and trailing up your bare back.

"What am I going to do?" she rasps out and you were totally fucked. Her tongue swipes across her lips, wetting them and you can feel the heat and arousal starting to pool between your thighs, completely switching the roles from a minute ago. "I'll remind you who's in charge Detka," you're hyper aware of her nails scratching down your back, the way her lips ghost yours, a small, needy sound escaping you. Her lips stretch into a smug smile, revelling in the hold she has over you. "Do I need to remind you? Or will you behave?" she purrs, moving her body so she was hovering over yours, your back flat against the soft mattress as you peer up submissively at her.

"I'll... I'll be good," you whisper out, her lips softly meeting yours. Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, your mind losing yourself to the thought of her when she pulls back, sitting smugly on your lap, bewilderment and disbelief etched onto your face.

"So submissive," she teases and now it was your turn to blush, hands moving up to cover your face as she laughs softly, leaning back down to litter your face in soft, gentle kisses.

"Stop teasing me," you grumble and all you can think of is how karma is a bitch. "I'll send your birthday present back," you threaten when another taunting comment is on the tip of her tongue, the smug expression turning into curiosity.

"Present?" she questions and you just screwed yourself over, Wanda now eager to find out what you had gotten her, her birthday in a couple of days.

"Present? What present?" Your tone is painfully obvious, trying your best to act innocent and oblivious while Wanda just smiles down at you, her lip caught between her lip, driving you insane.

She's about to ask more questions, but a knock at the door interrupts her, Billy and Tommy by the door.

"Grandma and Grandpa are on the phone Mom," you can hear Tommy say, cheering internally as he's saved you, Wanda climbing off your lap and towards the door, letting them both in as you were both presentable.

"Your hair is funny," Tommy teases once having seen your bed hair before he and Billy jump on the bed, their small bodies squishing you.

"Your face is funny," you immaturely retort back, Wanda chuckling at your antics before moving to sit in the small chair in the corner of her room, legs crossing as she leans back against the cushion, greeting her parents.

You busy yourself with quietly talking to the twins, Billy telling you all about his dream while Tommy tries to further mess your hair up playfully, earning faux serious looks from you to make him giggle softly.

"Oh," You hear Wanda say, your head tilting to look towards where she was, her teeth biting down gently on her thumb, a habit of hers when she was deep in thought. "No, that's fine Mama, I just, I need to do something before I say I can come," green eyes meet yours, Wanda quickly saying goodbye to her mother and promising to call back shortly with an answer, the twins also intrigued in what was going on.

"Dorogoys, do you mind letting Y/n and I talk for a moment?" she asks them sweetly, both boys nodding their heads and leaving the room, saying they were going to get some breakfast, Wanda rolling her eyes when she heard Tommy ask Billy to help him raid the cupboards for cookies before turning to you, a worried glint in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" you ask, opening your arms out for her, her body sliding into your lap, arms loosely wrapped around your neck.

"Nothing, it's just Mama and Papa invited me and the boys around as they've booked a beach house for us all as a birthday present..." she trails off the end as you comprehend what that would mean. You wouldn't be able to see her on her birthday. "We'd stay over at theirs tonight and head over to the beach house in the morning as it's not that far."

"Oh," is all you manage in response, Wanda's fingers playing with the baby hair at the back of your neck.

"You could come with us," she says, her face containing hint of hesitation, "We could tell my parents about the two of us, and then you could come with us, if that's something you would want."

You grow nervous at the idea of telling her parents, a reminder of your own parents' reactions invading your mind. It had been a couple of weeks since Wanda came with you to visit your father's grave, her support and care causing you to fall even harder for the woman, still a little hesitant on saying the big three words though. She also helped you overcome some of the anxieties surrounding your sexuality, assuring you that is wasn't a bad or immoral to like who you want, the thoughts still sometimes lingering.

Would her parents react the same way? Would they be accepting? Would they get mad at Wanda? Hate her the way your mother hates you?

"Detka, stay with me," she murmurs encouragingly, placing her finger delicately under your chin and guiding your head up to look at her.

"Do they know that you-" you cut yourself off during the sentence, not sure if you should ask that.

"They do," she answers what you were going to say anyway, your face relaxing a little at the revelation. "They caught me kissing a girl in my room once," she explains and you don't know whether you should be relieved they're accepting or jealous of the other girl. "They're ok with it, I promise you Dorogaya."

"Would they care about the age gap?" you nervously ask, never having spoken about the difference in age with her. Her brows raise at that, never having thought about it deeply. You were only eighteen, turning nineteen soon and Wanda was about to turn thirty, having had the twins in her late teens.

"I think the only thing they will care about is whether I'm happy or not," she says, reassuring the both of you and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "And before you ask, yes, I'm extremely happy." You smile shyly at the older woman being able to predict what you were about to ask, leaning forward to rest your head against her shoulder.

"Do you think they will mind if I tag along?" you murmur against her skin, her smiling at the idea of you joining them.

"No Detka, in fact, I think they would love an excuse to embarrass me," she chuckles out, a laugh inevitably leaving you at the soft sound leaving her lips.

"In that case, I'd love to come," you raise your head to look at her, gazing into her eyes before adding, "Only to hear the embarrassing stories though, I still need to find out about that table story and-" Her hand covers your mouth to shut you up, an amused glint in both of your eyes as you continue to speak against her palm.

"I will protect that story with my life Detka," she says, making you smile against her.

Oh, you're definitely going to get that story out of someone.

***

Carrying the suitcases out of the car, along with Billy's superhero backpack on your back, you walk up the remainder of her parents' driveway, astonished at the mansion in front of you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Wanda murmurs while walking up next to you, carrying her own bag while the boys run up to the front door, knocking eagerly to see their grandparents. All you can do is nod in agreement, admiring the architecture and trying to focus on anything but the nerves bubbling inside you, Wanda's hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze before following her boys, letting you take in the stunning scenery.

When the grand doors open, your gaze instantly goes to the familiar woman standing at the door, her face lighting up at the sight of her grandchildren and daughter. You watch with a tender smile as she greets them all, placing many kisses on Billy and Tommy's faces to have them struggling to breath with laughter, her gaze soon turning to you, your body lingering behind. Your cheeks go red as you stand a little awkwardly, the child's backpack and bags in your hand not ideal.

Natalya simply flashes you a charming smile, a smile sneaking onto your lips as you now know where Wanda gets it from, before she walks over to you, enveloping you in a hug.

"I've missed you dear," she says, tone motherly as she walks you into the house, ushering for you to leave the bags in the hall and follow her into the living room where the twins were already playing with their Uncle. "How have you been?" she asks politely and you catch Wanda's gaze, the soft and relaxed look on her face causing a majority of your nerves to dissipate.

"I've been really good," you answer honestly, enjoying speaking with the older woman. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm fine dear, back pain is starting to creep up on me again though," she says while sitting down on a sofa, patting the seat next to you and taking you under her wing, her husband busy entertaining the twins along with annoying his children. You smile when you see Wanda trying to escape her father's grip, his hand ruffling her hair like he just did to Pietro, your gaze flickering back to the woman sitting next to you.

Before you know it, you're at complete ease, enjoying the welcoming environment and people, occasionally catching Wanda's gaze as you check up on each other, Pietro noticing the lingering looks with a mischievous grin on his face. His expression, along with Wanda, goes to dread when Natalya returns with a photo album, both twins trying to protest from the various embarrassing tales you were about to be told.

You attentively look at all the images in the album, a tender and amused expression etched onto your face as you take in all the baby photos of them, your eyes naturally drawn towards Wanda. You laugh at a funny baby photo of your girlfriend, her hair a complete mess while her hand's are covered in paint, face also containing smears of the blue paint, along with the wall and a displeased Erik in the background.

"Mama," Wanda groans when her mother pulls out another album from nowhere, this one containing photos of her when she was a little older, in her early teens and onwards.

You have to bite your tongue to refrain from making a comment about her emo phase, thoroughly enjoying the photos of her darker hair and clothes, as well as the many rings and jewellery littered across her body. There's a photo of both of them, Pietro's hair bright silver while Wanda's was dark brown, their arms slung around each other as they sat on a brick wall, the view of Sokovia in the background making you wonder what it was like there, a chuckle leaving Natalya when she flips the page over.

"Dorogaya, do you remember this?" Wanda comes over at her mother's words, standing behind the sofa and peering down into the book, your gaze glued on the woman behind you. You can't help but let your gaze roam her skin, starting at her sharp jawline before slowly travelling down her neck, then to her- Nope, not now.

Wanda smirks at you, having caught your gaze and the blush tinting your cheeks, answering her mother instead.

"How could I forget Mama," she says in a small grumble, knowing where this story was going.

"What happened?" you curiously ask, looking back at the blurry photo, too much motion happening for it to be in focus. All you could make out was a body falling backwards and someone running, but other than that you were a bit lost, Pietro jumping out of his seat and having a peek at which photo it was.

"Oh Sestra," he chuckles out, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer, Wanda playfully pushing him off, "You're not still mad, are you?"

"It was my favourite jacket," she complains, laughter spilling out of her brother and mother's lips, causing a smile to stretch across your face at the light-hearted atmosphere.

"I asked Wanda to pose for a photo by the side of the canal," her mother explains, your teeth biting down on your lip to stop the laughter that was about to escape you, your mind having a vague idea of where this was going. A snicker leaves Piero, Wanda smacking him lightly and muttering something rude in Sokovian to him.

"Then this idiot had to go and ruin it," Wanda directs the comment to her brother, who stands with a proud and cocky smile on his face, Wanda wanting to say a lot worse but refraining as the twins were nearby.

"I pushed her into the canal," Pietro smugly says, crossing his arms over his chest while Wanda glares at him, remembering how cold the water was and how her favourite red jacket forever stank because of the water.

You can't help but chuckle when Wanda starts to mutter something in Sokovian, Pietro commenting back making them bicker playfully, Natalya breaking it up with a clearing of her throat, both adults cowering at their mother's stern gaze.

"Erik, dear?" Natalya says, gaining her husband's attention from the other sofa along with the twins, "Can you make sure these two don't kill each other while I make dinner?" He laughs at his wife's words, coming over and hugging Wanda, who reluctantly listens to him while he says something in Sokovian, a wide smile stretching across her face when he presses a small kiss to the top of her head.

Wanda then ends up sitting next to you and it takes every ounce of willpower to not cuddle into her side, instead just letting your knees touch with how close you were sat. Erik asks Wanda about her work while you talk to Tommy at your side, the young boy planning to sneak up on his uncle who had just disappeared to go to the bathroom. You encouraged the boy to scare him, thinking it would be funny if Pietro was the one pranked for once.

Eventually, a small scream can be heard, the silver haired man trying his best to mask the swear word that left his lips, Tommy grinning ear to ear and teasing his uncle for the bad word, running in to tell his mother.

"Such a bad influence," she teases her brother who rolls his eyes, flopping into the seat next to you and about to make small talk when Natalya announces dinner is ready.

You didn't think it was that possible to move that fast, Tommy and Pietro practically running with super speed into the dining room while the rest of you made your way there at an appropriate speed, Natalya directing you into the seat opposite Wanda, ready to eat.

Heaven was the only word floating around in your mind when you sat back against the chair, your stomach full with the traditional dish the older woman had made. How was it possible for something to taste so good? The flavours melted on your tongue in the best way possible, a blissed out expression on your face from the delicious food. Amused green caught your reaction to the food, a content smile playing on her lips as she gazes at you briefly before Billy asks her something at her side.

Once you're all able to move after eating so well, the boys are allowed to stay up a little longer past their bedtime, too excited to say goodnight just yet. However, their energy soon fades away, Billy pressed up into your side while he tries to stay awake, listening to whatever story his grandpa was saying.

"You're sleepy," you murmur teasingly to the top of the boy's head, him slowly shaking it against your shoulder, a tender smile on your face as his eyes can barely stay open. Tommy is in a similar state, his body up against his grandmother, Billy's body pressing further against you.

"No I'm not," he says in a little grumble, "I'm wide awake, see," to prove his point he looks at you, nothing but exhaustion written across his face making you chuckle softly.

"Mhmm, do you want to go to bed? I'll take you up if you want, you don't have to stay awake because everyone else is," you softly whisper, knowing that nobody wants to be the first to leave. He thinks about it for a moment, nodding shyly against your shoulder. "Come on," you give Wanda a look, her catching the silent message by the way you scoop Billy into your arms, everyone else also catching on and smiling at the boy who was practically falling asleep on you.

Asking for directions from a sleepy ten year old proved harder than you thought, trying your best to navigate your way around the mansion towards where his room was, eventually making your way there when you see Wanda walking Tommy towards his room, his feet trudging along the carpet.

Due to how tired they are, it's fairly easy to get them all tucked up into bed, Wanda looking at them both with a motherly and affectionate look before kissing their foreheads and wishing them goodnight. You wait at the door frame, her arms snaking around your waist as you step into the hallway, everyone else still in the living room.

"Are you ready to tell them?" She murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, thumbs softly caressing your skin as her hands slip briefly under your shirt.

"Yeah," you sigh out, the nerves creeping back up a little before your brain rationalises the thoughts with what Wanda told you earlier about them only wanting her to be happy. At your response, her lips slowly and intimately meet yours, completely washing away your nerves as she pulls back with a loving glint in her eyes, her smile able to completely calm you down.

***

It had been around an hour since the twins were put to bed, your body sat next to Wanda as you all did the typical things once the children had gone to bed, the talk becoming more adult while everyone drank whatever alcoholic beverage they liked.

Despite your distaste for wine, for obvious reasons, you could help but watch in awe as Wanda slowly sipped on her glass of red, her hand gently tilting the glass to swirl the wine before bringing it to her mouth, looking over the rim to whoever was talking. Your gaze flickered from how her hands wrapped around the glass, to her lips, then to her jawline before settling on the floor, trying to get a hold on the inappropriate thoughts floating through your mind. She was just drinking, it shouldn't be that hot.

It was as if the older woman knew, smirking around the glass at how easily you blushed, watching you through the corner of her eyes as you zoned out looking at the floor. You seemed to be brought back when her hand subtly placed itself on your thigh, causing your gaze to snap back up to meet her soft green.

"It's so nice of you to be able to join us dear," Natalya says while taking a sip of her drink, presumably gin and tonic by the way it looks.

"It's so nice of you to have me," you say, turning away from Wanda, Pietro catching on to what his mother was trying to do and glaring at her.

"That's actually something we wanted to talk about," Wanda says as the opportunity present itself, naturally turning back to face her, unable to keep your eyes off of her. You block out everyone else around you, solely focussing on her with a smile engraved on your face, love swirling around in your eyes. You don't notice how Natalya smiles around her glass, the other two paying close attention to what Wanda was about to say. "I didn't bring Y/n along to help babysit the kids like I said on the phone Mama," her hand interlocks with yours by your sides, her eyes moving away from her parents stare and towards you, a comforting smile stretching across her lips at the way you look so enamoured by her. "She's my girlfriend," she says proudly, "And I love her."

Smiles appear on the faces of her parents, Pietro letting out a loud groan making both yours and Wanda's head snap over to the man, confusion written across her face while yours contains anxiety and fear.

"Ебать (fuck)," he mutters, staring at his mother who merely raises her eyebrow at him, smirking at her son which further confuses you both. "You couldn't have waited one more night, Sestra?" he groans, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet, pulling out a few notes and handing them to his smug mother who gratefully accepts her winnings.

"You put a bet on us?" Wanda says in disbelief, the two of you significantly calmer at the happiness on everyone's, well almost everyone as Pietro sulked about losing, face, clearly elated at the fact you were together. "How did you know?"

At her daughter's words, Natalya lets out a laugh, placing down her drink and coming over to sit on the sofa with you both, sitting next to her daughter and enveloping her in a hug.

"Did you really think the twins would be able to keep a secret from me?" her tone teasing as she pulls back from the embrace, Wanda smiling to herself at the twins actions. "I'm so happy for you Dorogaya," she murmurs softly to Wanda, her gaze turning to you, "And I'm so happy you found someone so kind and special," you blush a little at the complimentary words, offering a shy smile in return.

"Me too, Mama," she whispers and you can hear Pietro going 'aw' in the background, his tone teasing as he smiles at his sister, glad she had found someone better than Vision.

"As for you dear," Natalya says, standing up and ushering you to do so too, her arms enveloping you in a tight embrace, her actions motherly. "Treat her well for me," she whispers so only you can hear, a small nod from you in return making her pull back, her smiling widening.

"I will, that's all I want to do," you softly say, her pulling you back for another hug, a breathless laugh escaping you at her affectionate manner. When the older woman finally pulls back, her father approaches you, pulling you in for a quick side hug, before speaking up.

"Welcome to the family," he jokingly says, Wanda stealing you away from him and wrapping her arms around you, your face having lit up at his words.

Family. 

You were finally part of a family again.

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