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griffin-girl-r · 7 months

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My mom's other girl

Created: 06.11.2022

Finished: 26.12.2022

Edited: 13.09.2023

Age: 7

Word count: 2,370

Warnings: None

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Pairing: WandaNat

Note: This is a Mama!Wanda story and it's the only one I will write for Wanda in this context.

Summary: Wanda introduces her girlfriend to her daughter for the first time.

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You patiently waited while swinging your legs for your mom to tell you the big news she was dying to tell you for quite some while.

Wanda had been in an official relationship with Natasha for almost 8 months but she hadn't introduced her to you until now because she wanted to make sure Natasha would be a permanent feat in her life and then, of course, in yours. She didn't want her little baby to get attached to someone who would later leave them alone and heartbroken.

Wanda couldn't bear the thought of her little girl suffering because she wasn't able to choose wisely the persons she introduced in your life.

But Wanda was sure this time that Natasha was that one person she had been looking for her entire life.

Wanda could feel it.

Truth be told, Wanda felt the same way about your father as she felt about Natasha.

But unfortunately he passed away and Wanda thought she would never love again.

That was until Natasha asked her out for dinner and she said yes.

The rest is history.

—

"Mommy, can you please say what you have to say already!" You whined bored, pulling Wanda out of her own thoughts

Your mom kneeled down in front of you and placed her hands on your knees as she gave you a small unsure smile.

Wanda cleared her throat and then took a deep breath in "Look, baby girl... What mommy has to tell you it's very important and for certain things to continue I'll need your permission, sweetheart, because no one will ever be as important to me as you are."

You slightly nodded not being fully sure about what she was going to say next.

"So a few months ago, mommy started going out with one of her coworkers." Wanda slowly explained as she carefully watched your reaction "Her name is Natasha and she's a really nice and kind girl that makes me feel happy just like your daddy used to do."

The witch took a moment to silently think about the words she was going to say next.

"So I invited her to come over for dinner so you could meet her and see if maybe you'll like her to be around here more..." Wanda raised her shoulders as her voice pitched a little at the end of the sentence

"Sure..." You shrugged "That's all, Mommy?"

Wanda nodded "Yes, baby, that was all."

You stood up and walked over to your dolls and toys that were patiently waiting for you on the carpet in the middle of the room.

"She took it better than I expected." Wanda quietly mumbled under her breath

Your mom stood up too, kissed your head, and walked to the kitchen to start getting everything ready for tonight.

—

You were watching cartoons in the living room when you heard the doorbell ring.

"Y/N, sweetheart, can you open the door, please?" Wanda shouted from her room where she was still getting ready

Wanda felt that Natasha was the one at the door, otherwise she would have never let you open that door alone without her being there.

"Yes, Mommy!" You shouted back as you quickly made your way towards the door

Opening it, you found standing there a beautiful woman with the brightest red hair you have ever seen.

"Hello there!" Natasha smiled nervously at you

"Hi!" You beamed up "I think you are Mommy's friend?" You thought for a second about her name really hard "Umm... Natacha?"

Natasha silently giggled "It's Natasha with an 's' but yes, that's me, little one. And you must be Y/N. Your mom talks all the time about you."

"She does?" You smiled widely

Natasha nodded "She does."

Remembering that you were supposed to let the redhead in, you slightly moved aside to make way for her to step inside.

Natasha softly smiled at you as she entered the house.

"Do you want to watch cartoons?" You asked hopefully

"Sure... I can do that." Natasha unsurely answered

You were way too comfortable around strangers but Natasha was grateful that you weren't ignoring her.

"Where's your mom?" Natasha asked looking around the room

"Oh, Mommy is in her room." You looked up at Natasha "She's still getting ready." You whispered then giggled

Natasha quietly chuckled.

"Before she comes here I have something for you." The woman said

"You do?" You started jumping up and down excited "What is it, Natty?"

Natasha smiled at the nickname you gave her and right then and there she decided she always wanted to hear you calling her 'Natty'.

Natasha pulled out from behind her a cute brown teddy bear and, bending down, she held it in front of you "I don't know if you like bears or stuffed toys at all but I hope you'll like my little gift."

You looked at the bear for a second and Natasha was starting to get worried that you didn't like her present.

But suddenly a big smile formed on your face and you quickly grabbed the teddy bear from her hand, hugging it tightly.

"I love it!" You excitedly smiled at the woman in front of you "Thank you so much, Natty!"

Natasha smiled widely at you and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding until now.

But much to her surprise, you jumped in her arms without a warning and hugged her tight.

The redhead was taken aback by your hug and for a second she stood frozen in place.

Coming back to her senses, Natasha gently wrapped her arms around you "You're very welcome, sweetheart." She smiled

Natasha wasn't the only person you took by surprise with your hug.

Wanda who just then was making her way downstairs to greet Natasha, stopped at the middle of the staircase and silently steared at you and Natasha gently hugging each other.

And at that moment Wanda knew that you and Natasha would get perfectly along. All her worries have been for nothing.

—

"Look at my two favorite persons in the entire multiverse getting along so well." Your mom's cheerful tone made you break the hug between Natasha and you "Hi, Nat!" Wanda greeted the spy with a warm smile as she took the last few steps and started walking in the direction her girlfriend was

"Hi, Wands!" Natasha smiled back softly but did not try to make any move on kissing Wanda since you were in the room too "You look absolutely amazing tonight."

Wanda blushed "I could say the same thing about you, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha smirked "Don't even get me started... "Mommy"."

Wanda blushed harder at Natasha's words, the pink on her cheeks turning into a dark red.

"Yeah... She's my mommy. Why do you ask, Natty?" You innocently asked Natasha with a look of pure confusion on your face

"Oh for no reason at all, Y/N." Natasha silently giggled

"I get that now you're my mom's other girl but only I'm allowed to call her 'mommy' okay?" You stated with a hint of possessiveness in your little high-pitched voice

"Of course, I'm only your mommy, baby." Wanda said as she quickly tried to change the subject "But how about we go eat?! Hmm?! I made your favorite."

Your's and Natasha's faces light up and without any hesitation, both of you said at the same time "Pasta with chicken?!"

Then as quick as the wide smiles appeared on your faces just as quickly they faded away as you and Natasha turned to look at each other, utter confusion written all over your faces.

Wanda let out a loud laugh that she couldn't hide "Yes, you silly girls. I made pasta with chicken. Now let's go eat before it gets cold."

Picking you up and putting you on her hip, Wanda broke the confused staring contest between her daughter and her girlfriend and guided Natasha towards the kitchen while carrying you in her arms.

Natasha shook her head as she tried to hide the smile that had appeared on her face.

Who would have guessed she would get along so well with her girlfriend's daughter from the first moment they met?

Surely not her.

—

The dinner went on smoothly and you and Natasha seemed to have so many things in common.

Much to Wanda's delight you and Natasha were forming a fast and strong bond.

You three laughed, shared stories, and told silly jokes throughout the dinner.

But everything has an end and sadly this beautiful evening was coming to an end too.

—

Natasha helped Wanda wash the dishes, ignoring Wanda's loud protests about how she was the guest tonight and shouldn't help her.

After that, Wanda called you to come and say goodbye to Natasha as the older woman was about to go back home.

You left your spot where you were sitting on the carpet in the living room watching cartoons and hesitantly made your way towards the front door where your mom was handing Natasha her jacket, dragging your feet in the process.

If you were being honest, you didn't want Natasha to leave. She was so much fun and you now loved her so much.

You couldn't allow her to leave.

"Natty?" You shily called the woman who was about to put her jacket on

"Yes, Y/N?" Natasha softly answered trying to look at your face but you refused to look up from the ground

"Do you really have to leave?" Your voice broke as you tried to keep in the tears that were about to leave your eyes

Natasha shared a confused glance with Wanda as if asking the witch what was going on.

Wanda just lifted her shoulders as a response to Natasha's confused look then shifted her worried gaze down at you.

"Well yes, little witch." Natasha answered cautiously "It's time for me to go back to my home. It's late and you and your mommy need to go to bed but if you want I can stop by tomorrow."

You sadly nodded unsatisfied by the answer you just got "I thought that now that you and mommy were married you'll stay here..."

Wanda softly placed a hand on your shoulder "Baby we talked about this. Me and Natasha aren't married. She's just my girlfriend. It's only normal that she comes and goes."

"Listen, kid." Natasha placed her hands on your arms "Me and Wanda are not married yet. We still need time to get to know each other better and you and I also need time to know each other better. I'd love to stay but it's too soon."

Natasha gently lifted your chin with her fingers only to see your little face tear strained, instantly making her heart drop.

Wanda went to reach and wipe your tears away but before she got the chance, Natasha had already pulled you in a tight hug.

You wrapped your legs around her waist as Natasha picked you up, refusing to let go of you.

The sight in front of her made Wanda's heart melt in an instant. Her two girls hugging and comforting each other.

"Please stay, Mama!" You cried on Natasha's shoulder

Natasha's side-to-side rocking stopped as well as her breathing.

Wanda freezing in the place she was watching you two interact from.

"What did you just call me?" Natasha's voice waved full of emotions

"Please don't leave me, Mama!" You cried again "Stay..."

Natasha's grip on you tightened and she gently put her head on top of yours "I'll stay, baby girl. If you want me to stay, Mama will stay."

She let a few tears escape her eyes before kissing the top of your head.

Wanda was about to break the moment between Natasha and you knowing that you usually threw this type of tantrum when you were really tired and she wasn't blaming you, it was a long day for you after all.

Just before the brunette got the chance to take you from Natasha, the redhead softly started singing a song that Wanda only guessed it was a Russian lullaby.

Totally ignoring her girlfriend, Natasha made her way towards the couch and sat down while she kept singing and gently rocking you from side to side.

She then and there decided that she never wanted to hear you calling her 'Natty' again.

She always and forever wanted to hear you call her 'Mama' and she was ready to do whatever was necessary to stay in your and your mother's lives.

Wanda wanted to be the one that was comforting her baby but she knew that Natasha, as well as you, needed this moment together.

—

You were fast asleep in Natasha's arms, still tightly clinging to her shirt even in your sleep, as Natasha gently lay down on the couch with you on top of her, tucking the bear she got you under your arm as kept humming.

When Natasha's humming chased down, Wanda started making her way to the couch ready to apologize to her girlfriend for her daughter's tantrum and take you up to your room before leading Natasha once again to the door.

Wanda's worried look turned into a big smile and she sighted in reliefe when she saw that Natasha was also asleep, the redhead's arms securely wrapped around Wanda's daughter.

The witch quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of her girls sleeping while hugging one another.

After the picture was taken, Wanda quietly took a blanket and covered you and Nat with it then gently kissed Natasha's forehead and the back of your head.

"My girls..." Wanda whispered with a smile on her face "I love you both so much."

—

This wasn't the usual "First bring your girlfriend home to meet your daughter night" she expected.

No.

It was something much better than a regular first dinner.

It was the first family evening spent together.

Wanda knew for sure now that this was the sight she wanted to see every night from now on before falling asleep and every morning after waking up for the rest of her life.

And, for sure, starting from that night Natasha never left her girls again.

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Welcome to the Team!

from the series New Kid

Summary: After a chance encounter, the Avengers recruit a new kid to join the team.

Words: 3.2k~

Warnings: stealing, Tony is kinda mean, they're all kinda standoffish, they just don't know how to feel about it yet, as always let me know if I need to add

“HEY!” a storekeeper rushes out the front door of his shop, “thief!” He looks both ways down the street before pointing to a child, no older than 12, walking alone down the street, “STOP HER!”

Instantly, the child begins to run, making sure none of the snacks hidden in her jacket pockets slip out. She bobs and weaves through the crowded sidewalk, trying to get to the end of the block as soon as possible. Of course, she had to pick a shop on the longest block in the city today.

Footsteps pick up behind her, and she chances a quick glance over shoulder. A police officer is now quickly following after her. She picks her pace up to a sprint.

Turning back around, she nearly runs into a pedestrian. The near collision makes her stop for a moment, looking up at the tall man with an eye patch.

The footsteps behind her get louder, so she quickly resumes her course. Running as fast as she can to the block end with the officer close behind.

The officer loses sight of the girl as she quickly rounds the corner of the building. He pushes to follow suit. He turns down the new street but stops almost immediately.

This street is far less crowded than the other. Yet amongst the handful of people walking down the block,

…the girl is nowhere to be seen.

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Everyone in the room sits up in their seats, focusing harder on the screen in front of them. They had been called to the conference room for a briefing. A briefing for what, none of them knew… until now.

“Wait, where did the kid go?” Steve asks.

“Are you sure these two camera feeds are synced?” Tony lifts a questioning eye in the director’s direction.

Unimpressed, Fury looks to Maria Hill standing behind with a tablet in her hands. She begins typing on the pad as he speaks, “if you’re done questioning my competence, perhaps you would like to see both angles at the same time.”

The large screen at the front of the room now displays two videos, security camera footage of both blocks on the corner. The two videos play at the same time, and the team watches again.

The footage on the left shows the child wearing a baggy black jacket running from the officer. The exact moment she rounds the corner of the building, the footage on the right shows a woman turning onto the new street. She quickly unzips and removes a black jacket exactly like the child was wearing.

By the time the office has disappeared from one view to appear on the other, the young woman has tied the jacket around her waist leaving her in a bright red t-shirt. She continues down the street at a leisurely stroll and pays no attention to the confused officer behind her.

“That woman is the child,” Natasha concludes for them. Fury nods in response.

Clint sits back in his seat again, “so what is she? An enhanced?”

“A shapeshifter,” Bruce states.

Fury shakes his head, “no, I’ve had some experience with her kind. They’re called Skrulls. Shapeshifting extraterrestrials who at one point attempted to seek refuge on our planet when they were being hunted.” He pulls out a chair and sits casually looking to the team, “Captain Marvel and I helped defeat their enemies. She took them to find a new home planet, seems like one or two may have been left behind or are seeking refuge again.”

“Ok, why haven’t you just brought her in?”

The director sighs, “she’s too slippery.”

“She knows where to shift and the perfect time to do it,” Maria says, “down to the millisecond.” She nods to the screen as evidence of this. “We’ve been following her for a few weeks, and this is the first time we’ve been able to definitively get her on video.”

“She does this often?” Clint asks nodding his head towards the screen. In the video, the girl was being chased for stealing a bag of food from a food truck. “Stealing?”

Fury chuckles, “first time I saw her, she was running after swiping a few snacks from a convenient store.”

“Forgive me,” Tony speaks up, “but isn’t petty theft a little below our pay grade?”

Fury is quick to respond, “She’s only ever stolen food up until now, so-“

“So, she steals to survive.” Wanda interrupts. All eyes turn to her.

Sam tilts his head, “not to mention she is a literal alien. Didn’t you guys fight like a million of them a few years back?”

A silence falls over the room as they all ponder what to do with this otherworldly individual.

Steve is the one to finally speak up, “so we bring her in. If she’s alone or needs help, who better than us?”

After a moment of silence, the rest of the team one by one nodded their heads in agreement.

“Good,” Fury claps his hands together sarcastically, “now that we are all on the same page, let’s get started.”

The team all stands in wait, each in their position. They’ve followed this girl around for hours, just waiting for her to finally enter a store. It’s taken a while, but she finally enters a little burger joint equal distance from both ends of the block.

They sit outside for about 10 minutes, before the door of the shop opens and the girl walks out calmly, but quickly.

“She’s on the move,” Sam reports from the rooftop.

Steve stands from the table he was positioned at and follows the girl down the street, “in pursuit.”

“In position,” Natasha says from where she waits just around the corner.

They’re halfway to the end of the block when the shop doors open again. This time with a worker bursting onto the street. “You have to pay for that!” he yells at the retreating girl. He runs after her, “Stop!”

The child picks up her pace, quickly approaching her turn. She’s completely unaware of the super soldier that is hot on her heels.

She rounds the corner shifting into a woman in her early 20’s. Before she has a chance to remove her jacket as usual, someone quickly links arms with her. She turns to find a red head woman walking casually beside her.

The girl turns behind her to see the worker that was following her has caught up. He turns on the street corner and is looking around for the child. Whatever this red headed stranger wants, she has to play along for now.

The two walk arm and arm down the street. The red head talks, but the girl is not paying attention. She is more worried about the worker that is now asking others on the street if they’ve seen a child matching her previous description.

The girl glances back to see the store worker has given up and walked back to the shop. She sighs and can now turn her attention to the stranger that has just grabbed her arm.

“So, I was thinking you should come out with me tomorrow night,” Natasha smiles and playfully bumps shoulders with the Skrull, “then I can finally introduce you to my friend Steve.”

“Who are you?” She pulls her arm from the redhead’s grasp and steps away, “… and who is Steve?”

“That’d be me,” a blonde man speaks from behind her, “neat trick.”

The girl instantly recognizes him as Captain America, even dressed in street clothes. She turns back to the woman who grabbed her arm and mentally slaps herself. How could she not recognize the Black Widow?

“What do you want with me?” she asks wearily.

“Right now, we just wanna talk,” Natasha reassured her.

Iron Man touches down on the sidewalk beside the group, “uh oh, looks like someone is grounded.”

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“Why don’t we start with your name?” Steve asks after an awkward silence.

They had brought the Skrull with them back to the compound promising they only wanted to talk. They all settled down in the common area. The team is scattered across the room, sitting at the table or on the couch, while the stranger stands unsurely in the middle of the room.

“Y/n,” she says, “Y/n Y/L/n.” A few of them nod, and she waits for their next question.

“So, you’re an alien,” Tony spits out, ever the one for subtlety.

Y/n furrows her brow, “what?”

“What he means is,” a voice comes from the doorway. Nick Fury enters the room. He looks familiar to Y/n, but she can’t seem to place it. “You’re a skrull.”

Confused, Y/n looks between everyone in the room. Most she recognizes. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, she thinks that’s the guy who shoots the bow and arrows, Wanda Maximoff, and a few others she can’t place.

“What’s a skrull?”

“An alien,” Sam speaks up, “a shapeshifting alien-”

Y/n shakes her head, “I’m not an alien.”

“See that’s funny to me,” Fury tilts his head, “I’ve never met a person who can change shapes like you did on that street, excluding Loki and big guy over there.” He subtly points at Bruce who cringes slightly. “You know who I have met though? Skrulls. And plenty of them. They had a neat little trick like you-“

“I’m not a skrull. I’m just a….” her words trail off as her mind wanders off without her.

Is there even a word to describe what she is? She’s definitely not an alien. Shapeshifting isn’t exactly the correct term either. There’s not a name for what she can do. She’s never talked about it, so she’s never thought of something to call it.

While she pauses, the team glance at each other curiously. “You’re a….?” Tony prompts.

Y/n looks up suddenly, startled out of deep thought.

“A person…” she answers timidly and shrugs, “I’m just a person.”

They all sport unimpressed looks, and it spikes anxiety within her. She has no idea what to do if they don’t believe her. “I’m not Loki. I’m not an alien. I’ve never been to space. I used to live upstate. I’ve never even left New York. I’m not-“

“Ok,” Wanda stops her before her anxious ramble before she can work herself into a panic. The witch can feel the discomfort rolling off the woman not much younger than her, even when she is trying so hard not to. “You’re not an alien.”

“But we’ve seen you as a kid and an adult so…” Natasha crosses her arms, “you’re not just a person. You’re enhanced? A shapeshifter of some kind?”

“Sort of,” Y/n nervously looks around the room, “it’s hard to explain.” In truth, she’s never explained it before, never told anyone about what she can do.

The widow sits up in her chair with a raised eyebrow. She motions her hand towards Steve and Bucky, “those two were born in 1918-“

“I was born in 17,” Bucky corrects, “he was born in 18.”

“Still both older than dirt,” Natasha then tilts her head in Wanda’s direction, “she can read minds because she touched a blue box, that one turns green if someone pisses him off, we have a space-god on speed dial, and even with all of that in our favor, we still keep bow and arrows over here on the team for some reason.” She jokingly smirks at Clint. The widow looks back at Y/n, “try us.”

The young woman shifts on her feet, “I’m not a shapeshifter in the way that you are probably thinking. I can’t turn into whatever I want. I can only shift into myself at younger ages. That’s why you saw me as a kid; it’s all I can do.”

“How old are you really?” Fury asks.

“22,” Y/n responds.

“and back on the street?”

“Still 22,” she fights the urge to roll her eyes. “I looked about 13, but I’m still 22,” she insists. Rapidly, she has to field questions from all directions of the room.

“You can only turn into a kid?” Sam asks, and Y/n nods.

“At any age?” Bruce asks next.

Y/n turns to face his direction, “yes, any age younger than this.”

Steve nods in understanding, “and you can control it? What age you become?”

“It depends-“

“On?” Fury counters.

“A few things,” she elaborates, “its heavily tied to my emotions, so if I’m tired or upset I have less control. It takes practice… kind of. I have to drop regularly to all ages. Its like recharging a battery or recalibrating a device. As long as I’ve dropped like I needed to, I can choose the age.”

“Drop?” Wanda asks softly.

Y/n shrugs, “its just the word I use for when I turn small. How long I spend little affects my chances to grow up back to 22 on command.”

“Do you have a job?” Fury asks.

The abrupt subject change takes her back a moment. Then a blush fills her cheeks at the prospect of having this kind of conversation in front of strangers, “no.”

“Why?”

“It’s hard to keep a job when you spend most of your time as a child.”

The director nods, “do you want one?”

All attention turns to Fury immediately.

“Wait you want her on the team?”

“She’s a kid,” Wanda insists.

Y/n sighs and mumbles, “I’m not a kid.”

No one hears her as they continue their discussion of her and abilities.

“Kids are small,” Bruce reasons, “she could fit in places we can’t.”

“Plus she can disappear in a crowd almost as well as me,” Nat reasons, “she’s already proved that.”

“Does she even know how to fight?” Bucky asks.

They continue on in this way until Y/n has had enough.

“Could you stop talking about me like I’m not right here?!”

The room is silent enough to hear a pin drop. The team of heroes all glance at her apologetically.

Y/n takes a deep breath and decides to break the silence herself this time. “There’s a catch…” her voice is clearly nervous, “…to my powers. Whatever age I drop to, so does my mind.”

“So earlier today,” Clint asks, “you forgot everything that’s happened between now and when you were 13?”

“No,” she sighs and tries to think of a better way to word this. “I still remember everything I know now. I just see it through a child’s lense…….. I told you its hard to explain.”

While the rest of the team is in their heads trying to wrap their minds around this oddly specific and a little bizarre power, Tony has reached his limit.

“So you’re a literal child?” he asks, but he’s not looking for an answer. “Come on guys, we can’t have a child on the team. We shouldn’t even have her in this building-“

Fury interrupts his rant, “that’s not your decision, Stark.”

The billionaire sits up in his seat, “it’s a safety hazard! Besides, this is my building. It was Stark Tower before it was the Avenger Compound.”

“It may be your building, but this is my team,” the director tries to shut him down in a way that Tony knows there is no use in arguing his point further.

But when has Tony ever given up easy?

“We can not have her here,” he insists, “us, every single one of us are way to busy to be babysitting-“

“I can take care of myself.” Once again, everyone’s attention snaps to her, “I’ve been taking care of myself for years. So trust me, I won’t be needing any babysitting.”

“That settles that,” Fury then returns his full attention to the newcomer, “so Y/n, what do you say?”

All eyes turn to her awaiting her response.

She ponders for a moment. It doesn’t take her very long to decide seeing as she doesn’t have that much to go back to. She doesn’t trust her voice, and she definitely doesn’t want to sound unsteady right now. The moment she agrees to join the Avengers. So, she just nods once.

The corner of Fury’s lip tick up into a smirk, “alright then. You’re training starts tomorrow. Someone show her around the compound and to her room. I’ll be in my office if you need me, so don’t need me.”

With that the director stands and exits the common area. Y/n turns her attention back to her new teammates. Yet another awkward silence falls over the group.

“Question,” Sam says eventually, “so you can control the age you drop to right?”

Y/n really doesn’t feel like explaining the whole thing again, so she just nods.

“If I just gave you an age at random, you could drop to it?”

She hasn’t dropped as much as she should have this past week, but it was enough for her to control her drop on the street today. It should still be enough now.

Y/n nods again.

“10,” he challenges.

She looks around and finds the team looking at her expectantly. They want to see exactly what you can do. Their eyes go wide as the woman shrinks and de-ages in front of their eyes. They see her shift from age to age in backwards succession until she settles into a child. It’s like someone hit rewind on her body.

Y/n stands before them as a young version of herself. She’s a little small for 10, but she’s always been smaller than average. Her face is smaller, and her hair is a bit longer. They can easily tell that it is still her, but she’s still looks so different. The only thing that remained exactly the same are her eyes and her clothes. The t-shirt meant for adults hangs loose on her body. Her sweatpants are barely staying on her hips thanks to some good elastic in the waistband, yet they are much much baggier than before.

“Its not exact, if I’m off its usually within a year’s range of the target at most.”

“17,” Tony asks this time.

They watch impressed as she grows, gradually going through each age until she stops at a late teenager. She doesn’t look all that much different than she does at her true age, but she’s clearly younger.

Natasha tilts her head, “what about 13?”

Again, Y/n drops in age, shrinking into a preteen. Its almost a perfect middle between the younger and older ages they just asked her to shift to.

She wonders how many of these they are gonna make her do today, but before anyone can give her another age, there are footsteps approaching from outside the room.

They all look to the door in time to see Peter walk in with his backpack over his shoulder and headphones in his ears. He looks up from his phone and takes in the room. Rare is it that everyone is gathered in one location when he gets back from school. Usually someone is in the gym or the lab or on a mission. Something must be up.

As he scans the room, Peter’s eyes land on the girl wearing clothes way too big for her standing in the middle of the room. His mouth curls into a smile.

“Hey, who’s the new kid?” he asks happily.

Y/n clenches her small jaw. “I’m not a kid,” she says, but no one seems to hear it.

“This is Y/n,” Wanda says, “she’s joining the team. Y/n this is Peter… Spiderman.”

“Oh hey,” the 16 year old’s smile grows impossibly wider, “this is awesome! I’m finally not the youngest person on the team-“

“I’m older than you,” the girl quips.

Peter furrows his brow, “you’re like 12.”

Quickly, Y/n grows up, returning to her true age, “I’m 22.”

The boy’s eyes go wide as he watches the transition, “woah……. That was so cool.”

The team chuckles, throwing amused smirks to each other.

Clint stands and begins to exit the room. He stops by Y/n and pats her shoulder. There’s a playful glint in his eyes.

“Welcome to the team, New Kid.”

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A/N: Now for the fun part! One by one she’s gonna win them all over until she has a new family full of people who would do anything for her. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! I love to hear from y’all ❤️ -k

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natsglorifiedsimp · 2 years

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Chocolates

Summary: you want chocolates

A/n: another mama up AU for anyone who loves it lmao

Here's the list of the AU. If you wanna read it go for it. It isn't necessary but you'll get the gizz of how it's going :>

Mama up

Who's gonna tell her?

Sick & Nightmares

Salty baby

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Your eyes widen in excitement seeing the jar that was put on the team's dining table. Tony prohibited putting foods that you liked on the table cause he knows you won't stop eating them until you know the jar is empty and it's all in your stomach.

But today was your lucky day cause someone forgot to hide the jar full of chocolate on the table. You know you won't take your eyes off it until you ate it all.

However, you knew you weren't allowed to eat one. And you also know that you needed to ask permission.

You were hoping for someone who can't resist you to ask permission so you can eat it. But the only person in the living room was Natasha.

"Mamaaaa" you prolonged, already putting on some puppy eyes and a little bit swaying to enunciate you want something.

"Yesss" she replied in the same manner.

"Can I have the chocolate on the dining table?" you pouted. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the dining table to see if there is one and there was.

She looked at you hesitating her pros and cons knowing full well if she didn't give you one you're gonna throw a tantrum and if she did then you're gonna eat them all and be hyper for the rest of the day.

Deciding she doesn't wanna be tired today by how hyper you are she decided a tantrum was the best way to go.

"Nope, can't have one" she popped the p. You furrowed your eyebrows and jutted your lips more. "Pleaseee?" you pleaded.

"Nope" she focused her attention on what she was reading before you entered to hopefully distract herself from the cuteness in front of her.

"Mama please can I have one? Just one." you proposed, tilting your head to the side with a toothy grin.

Natasha shooked her head not wanting to be tempted.

"MAMAAA" you pleaded again. You sat on the floor throwing your head back for more dramatic effect and looked back at her with the most dramatic puppy eyes.

"Still no"

You sighed in defeat knowing full well she won't budge. You looked at the jar like it was gonna give you some ideas on how you could eat it and not even half a minute someone entered.

"Hey babe, whatchu reading?" Wanda asked. You whipped your head in her direction and suddenly you perked up like there was a light bulb on the top of your head.

You immediately sprang with tears and opened your arms for Wanda. "Auntie Wands" you whined.

Natasha the ever so clueless assassin immediately looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Wanda immediately softened her gaze and rubbed her soothing hands to your cheeks wiping the tears away.

"What's wrong, bug?" Wanda cooed.

"Up, I want up" you stretched your arms for Wanda to take and she immediately scooped you up. You sobbed in her arms like you had a fall or something.

"What's wrong hm?" she asked again, rocking you in her arms.

"Mama won't give me chocolates" you murmured, clutching the younger redhead. Wanda death glared her girlfriend like it was the most betraying thing to do.

"What?" Natasha bluntly asked.

"Give the young one a chocolate" Wanda reprimanded.

"But she can't have one" Natasha argued. You sobbed once more making sure you enunciated your snot and sniffles.

"Give y/n the chocolate" Wanda glared. Natasha immediately stood up from the couch and took the jar off the table and handed it to Wanda.

"Here." Natasha stubbornly said.

"Thank you" Wanda smiled. She runs her hands through your hair and has a good look at you. "Here are your chocolates, honey. Don't cry now" she soothed.

Suddenly your tears were all gone. You gave her the most adoring smile you could ever master and kissed her on the cheeks. "Thank you, Auntie Wanda" you snaked your way down her arms and ran out of the living room but before you could you stuck your tongue out to Natasha and giggled your way into the hallway.

Natasha could only shake her head at your antics knowing you know that she couldn't say no to her girlfriend.

"You know she's gonna eat all of the chocolates right?" Natasha asked.

"I know"

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oh-look-at-her · 24 days

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Requests

Hi guys! I have now posted two stories and it seems that some of you really like them, so thank you so much for that!

I'm always really happy to see your comments and reblogs on my posts!

Anyways, as the title of this post suggests, I am taking requests! You guys can message me or just comment on this post any ideas that you've had and/or would want to see.

Although I can't guarantee that I'll get around to work on all of them, I do promise I will do my best. Sometimes things just unexpectedly fill up my schedule.

moving on from that, here are some characters and fandoms I am willing to take requests for (you can def try and ask for different characters but it's not guaranteed that I'll do it. I'll answer in the comments though)

Marvel;

Loki

Bucky

Natasha

Wanda

Steve

Tony

Valkyrie

Stranger Things;

Steve

Eddie

Robin

Harry Potter;

Hermione

Draco

Mattheo

Tom Riddle

Additional characters; Billy the Kid (Tom Blyth), Coriolanus Snow (Tom Blyth), Geralt of Rivia (Henry Cavill) (I'll probably add some more but I can't remember them all rn lol)

I mostly do smut, but I can also do fluff. I'm just not very good at angst. I can also do ships with other characters; it doesn't have to be a character x reader fic. When I do write x reader fics, reader is usually female and has female anatomy. You can also request different perspectives if you want to, for example;

narrator perspective (describing what both characters do; she/he moves, etc.)

first person perspective (character personally describes what's happening; I/we move, etc.)

second person perspective (the story is basically telling you what you are doing as the reader; you move, etc.)

I'm really excited to hear all your ideas! thank you so much for all your interaction and kind words

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maxislvt · 7 months

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Succubus Season

pairing(s): succubus! wanda maximoff x reader, brief natasha romanoff x reader

summary: Just when your life starts to come together, life throws another curve ball at you. Except this time it isn't a bully or a shitty English teacher. This curve ball is seven feet tall with horns and a lot of pent-up sexual energy.

warnings: jealousy, possessive thoughts/behavior, AMAB!Reader, dom!Wanda, sub!Reader, anal sex, anal fingering, prostate milking, overstimulation, cum eating, size kink (she's 7 feet tall)

a/n: Idk this is a tad self indulgent but it's Fine because it's sexy

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Adulthood came with many struggles. You made it through high school, your poor budgeting habits, and you're currently pushing your way through medical school. It wasn't easy, but your determination and pride got you through it. Now you were one step further into adulthood by owning a house. No more roommates or weird landlords. Just your own space with no one else in it.

However, you hit an unexpected bump in the road.

Moving in seemed harder than doing all the paperwork. At first, you blamed it on how far you were moving. Some of your friends were kind enough to drive anywhere from 2 to 15 hours to help you move. It was possible they were tired and didn't consider how strenuous moving was. Then things got a little bit odd. You couldn't leave a room unattended for more than half an hour without someone getting some sort of freak injury. Luckily it was nothing worse than little cuts or bruises.

Oddly, fixing up the garage proved to be the hardest part. Bucky got sent to the hospital over a spider bite. Steve's asthma suddenly kicked up — though part of that was his fault considering everyone told him it'd be a bad idea to clean a dusty room without an inhaler. A lot of them had been overcome with mysterious illnesses and your team was getting smaller and smaller.

Eventually, it was down to just you and Tony.

All that was left to do was fix your janky garage door and the god-awful cabinets. It should've been a simple job. Replacing a few doors and fixing up some gears. Unfortunately, it turned out to be nearly impossible.

"God, this stupid fucking drill." You grumbled while trying to loosen the screws holding the cabinet door together. Tool malfunctions were another thing hindering your progress. One toolbox to fix the whole house wasn't entirely effective, but the finicky handles and rather disagreeable drill bits weren't making it any better. "Son of a bitch, these cabinet doors are hideous anyways!" After another failed attempt at removing the screw, you slam the tool on the countertop with a frustrated grunt. You slammed it a bit too hard against the counter because the sound shook the whole garage.

The old gears in your garage door creaked and shook before suddenly turning to drop the door.

"Tony, look out!" You shouted before running over to catch the door. The metal door slammed down hard on your shoulder blades. "Ah, shit!" You hissed out. It took all your strength to push the door back up. "Fuck, are you okay?" You asked Tony while rubbing your bruising shoulder blades.

Tony stared up at the garage door before getting up. He anxiously cleared his throat. "Well, if that doesn't open my eyes to my old age, I don't know what will." His shaky hands smooth out his shirt before grabbing his tools. "Yeah kid, I think I'm gonna call it a day after that." An unusually shaky sigh fell from his lips as he hugged you.

You looked up at the garage door. It needed to be fixed, but nothing physical was worth the life of a friend. "Um..yeah you do that. I'll just fix it my-"

"Don't do that," Tony interrupted, knowing your history with home repair.

A grimace overtook your features, but you knew Tony was right. "Okay, I won't fix it myself. I'll try and find some company to do it." You patted Tony on the back. He wasn’t the most tan friend you had, but you'd never seen him so pale before. "We should get you a drink before letting you head home."

With that, you were down to just yourself.

Your shoulders were in too much pain for you to keep working so you called it a day. Eight o'clock was a bit early for you, but you were much too shaky to do anything else. After a quick shower and some pain cream on your shoulder blades, you called it a day. Pain and warm water turned out to be the perfect combination for sleep.

"Release me…"

You shot up and immediately looked around the room. No one else was in your room. You weren't sure if it was real, but there were goosebumps on your skin and the hairs on your neck wouldn't lay down. As scary as it was, you decided you must've left the TV on up front and ignored it.

The next morning you're a bit jarred but ready to spend the weekend cleaning.

You looked around the garage to see what you had left to do. The garage door was off-limits and you were beyond frustrated with the cabinets in there. Just when you thought it'd be a simple work day, you noticed a hatch on the roof. Odd, you don't remember there being an attic on the room list when you bought the house.

You shrugged and jumped up to bring down the step ladder. The creaking underneath your feet meant it was time for the wood to be replaced, but you decided to prioritize exploration. Which turned out not to be the best idea.

"What the fuck!?" The words slipped out before you could even think. You looked around the attic. Chalk lines drawn out to make a magical symbol that you weren't even going to pretend you understood. There were more symbols carved into the wall. In the middle of it all, there was a small table. You weren't crazy enough to step towards it but you could see a jar filled with some mysterious liquid surrounded by other magical trinkets you didn't want to touch. "...Well, I guess that's what I get for buying a three-bedroom house for less than 100,000," You whispered as you climbed down the ladder.

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Now that you were terrified of your garage, you decided to focus on the less haunted part of your house.

It was a pain in the ass to move furniture and boxes by yourself, but better than a bunch of mysterious dead friends. After about a month or so, you were finally satisfied with the state of your house. The once barren walls were now filled with photographs and pairings. Long gone was the feeling of emptiness. It was your space now.

"Let me out, detka, please."

Oh, and the space of whatever freaky demon that was occupying that jar in your attic. Ignoring it was becoming harder. What started as the occasional whisper in your sleep turned into uncomfortably realistic wet dreams and a lot of ruined underwear. Now you could feel it hovering over you.

Tonight was the worst of it. Sensual kisses along the column of your neck pulled you in and out of sleep. Its hands were abnormally adventurous too. A less sleep-deprived version of yourself would've questioned the kisses on your neck, but your lack of sleep had left you a tiny bit delusional. One particular rough kiss finally woke you up properly.

The pain made you jolt up. "Fuck, you're having fun with this." You whisper despite the fact you're not sure it was listening. Your sleep shorts are stained with precum and you're painfully erect. A heavy sigh fell from your lips. "God, I hope you don't turn out to be some evil murder demon." The walk to your garage felt incredibly long. Each step added to the knot in your stomach. It was a miracle you didn't vomit by the time you stood underneath the hatch.

Your body moved as if it weren't your own. Awkward and clunky, but desperate to reach a goal you weren't too keen on. Once the ladder dropped back down your fate was sealed. You climbed up into the attic and stumbled towards the table.

For a moment just looked at the jar. Then you started laughing. "God, I am losing my mind. What is this stuff anyways, some disgusting old jam?" You scuffed with unwarranted confidence as you opened the jar.

It was not jam. Nor was it jelly or some other kind of preserve.

It was a seven-foot-tall demon. She had tinted red skin and two sets of horns sticking out of her head. You could see serrated teeth and an uncomfortably long tongue behind plum lips. You couldn't see them since they were above your head and you weren't going to risk looking away from it, but you could tell that it had claws.

The only thing keeping you from screaming your head off was not wanting to deal with a noise complaint in the morning.

"So um, can you put in on rent or are you just gonna bum out in my attic?"

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Wanda lived on Earth for thousands of years and never had she met a human more determined than you were. At first, she blamed your disinterest on her demonic form, but not even her human form could take your eyes off whatever project had taken up your time. Your focus was admirable, but Wanda was starting to get hungry.

So she decided to be more upfront about her needs.

Today, the only thing between her and a proper meal was a book. One you'd been reading for nearly an hour, but it was easier to take your attention away from that than it was from work.

Wanda laid down on your stomach and looked up at you with the softest, most desperate eyes she could muster. "I know this might come off as too much, but I'm really hungry...I just need a little something to get me through the day." Her eyes carefully watched your facial expression. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips turned down.

"Oh, you must be starving."

Wanda was expecting a more sympathetic tone, but you said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You quickly marked your page in the book and laid it down on the coffee table. "Wait right here, I'll make you something good." Part of you felt like one of those evil landlords on Reddit. You were making her pay rent but she didn't feel comfortable eating. "I have some snacks in the cabinets if you're really hungry. Help yourself to whatever."

Her fingers twitch. It's not what she wanted, but she found herself tempted. "It's fine, I can wait," She whispered. Succubi shouldn't get nervous. Wanda's hands reached out and held your waist. The benefit of being a succubus is that Wanda knows you won't deny her. Her fingers slipped underneath your shirt just to feel the softness of your skin. "What are you cooking?"

The question confused Wanda. She'd never cared about a human beyond a desire to feed off of them, but you were different. She was desperate to know more about you. Wanda wanted you in a way that she'd never wanted a human before. Thoughts of jealousy began stirring in her heart. As her fingertips explored the softness of your skin.

It didn't take long for that desire to evolve into something more deviant. Wanda found herself hating the physical space between you and her. She found herself disappointed she couldn't be inside you. As adorable as human fragility was, she couldn't stand the fact she couldn't be closer. Wanda needed to be under your skin and next to your still-beating heart. A hoodie could only make up for that half the time.

It wouldn't be much longer before she'd have to feed from you. Only you.

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It was embarrassing to admit as a succubus, but Wanda had officially gone multiple months without feeding from anyone. To rub salt in the wound, the one person she wanted to feed from seemingly had no issue sleeping around.

You were always talking up some girl and brought a new one home every other week. That was bad enough on its own, but you were always kind enough to make them breakfast or wash their clothes before sending them off. And once they were gone, you were right back by Wanda's side like nothing happened. Like you didn't just manage to play with the feelings of a succubus and send her into a jealous spiral.

Your latest adventure seemed to get under her skin like no one else before. This mysterious redhead had done quite a number on you. Dark red and purple bruises littered your neck and shoulders and you could barely stand upright. If you hadn't bashfully shooed her away, Wanda wouldn't have had a problem helping. Of course, your little fling was there to save the day.

"I didn't think you'd be able to walk after all that," The woman said with an amused tone. She sauntered up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her chin rested on top of your head. "You sure you don't want me to finish those up for you? I'm a little worried you're gonna collapse on me."

You squirmed in Natasha's grasp as her fingers traced along the top of your waistband. "Y-yeah, it's fine Natasha. Just go watch TV or something…" The blush on your face is almost hot enough to cook the eggs. You don't even remember the last time someone made you this bashful. It was new. "I appreciate your offer though," You mumbled, unsure how to carry on the conversation.

"You're still shy even after last night?" Natasha asked teasingly. Her fingertips slipped into your boxers but didn't move much further past the waistband. She pushed her hips against your ass just enough for you to feel the pressure. "I think I like being right here, just like this." She whispered into your ear. Her eyes looked off to the side with a knowing smirk.

The whole scene made Wanda sick with jealousy. Her stomach churned every time you laughed at one of Natasha's jokes. Succubus couldn't throw up, but she. would've already. You were hers even if you didn't know it yet.

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You felt like you were going mad.

It was getting harder to suppress your attraction to Wanda. You wish you could blame it on her interest in human clothes or all the cuddling, but neither of those was the problem. It was all your perverted tendencies. Every time Wanda crossed your mind it was always something sexual. These thoughts weren't brief either. Once you started one of your sick little fantasies, it was hard to stop. You were washing 20 pairs of underwear a week with how much precum you were leaving.

Your growing relationship with the demon only made things more complicated. Wanda seemed to become more physically affectionate by the day. Her human form was cute but it was her natural form that seemed to be giving you the most trouble. The shock of meeting a demon for the first time had worn off and you began to notice the small details. If your dick would appreciate them as well.

The only thing it seemed to care about was how big Wanda was. Especially when she was using you as her body pillow. The softness of her breast pressed against your chest and it was driving you mad. You were so focused on not getting a boner that you completely drowned out the noise from the movie.

As fun as watching you squirm and wiggle, Wanda had waited long enough.

She sat up on your lap, straddling your hips with her thighs. Wanda's hand slipped underneath your shirt to keep you pinned to the couch. Her claws lightly scratched at the sensitive skin. "It's cute you think I can't tell how turned on you are right now." A satisfied chuckle escaped her lips as you sucked your breath. "Don't think I haven't heard all those nasty little thoughts in your heads."

Your eyes followed Wanda's fingers nervously. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me!" She toyed with the hem of your shorts. You were at a loss for words. It wasn't like you could deny your feelings with your dick hard as a rock. “I know we’re like roommates, but we don’t have to do anything!” Embarrassment wasn't good enough to describe how you were feeling. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Wanda ripped off your shorts in one swift motion. “Oh detka, I want to be something more than just roommates.” Her long tongue licked the precum oozing from your neglected tip. It left a savory taste in her mouth that she couldn't help but enjoy. “God you don’t know how hard it was to live knowing you were wasting this stuff on girls who couldn’t make you feel half as good as I do.” Her free hand massaged your balls as she took your length inside her mouth. They weren’t as full as she would’ve liked them to be, but Wanda knew she would have access to them whenever she wanted them. Self-control was quickly flying out the window. Her hunger was starting to take over and she no longer had it in her to go slow for your sake. Wanda needed your cum and she needed a lot of it. “Do you know the best part of having sex with a succubus?”

The pleasure alone had your head spinning. “W-what?” It wasn’t a response to her question, but rather a moment of shock at Wanda’s confession. You weren’t well versed in the land of demons, but you didn’t think Wanda was anything like that. Was she gonna eat you? Maybe you should’ve asked more questions rather than worrying about her paying rent.

Her hand wrapped around your dick and began stroking slowly. She leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I know exactly how to fuck you senseless.” Wanda hooked your legs over her shoulders. This time, Wanda's tongue went straight for your asshole. She watched your eyes roll to the back of your head with a satisfied smirk. No one's ever fucked you this way. It's almost impossible for her tongue fuck you the way she'd like but your whining makes up for it.

You're a mess. It felt like your insides were melting, but you were too overstimulated to even consider pushing back. You were usually the one on top and doing all the teasing. Now it was near impossible for you to speak without moaning and stumbling over your own words. "F-fuck, I'm close. Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum!" Your hands grabbed Wanda by her horns and pulled her closer to your ass.

Wanda hummed against you. You looked so cute when you were desperate to cum. She pushed your shirt up to your chest and signaled for you to hold it up. Of course, you do it without question. That mindless obedience would get you far. Wanda's tongue pressed down against your prostate. Milking you was a bit much for your first time doing anal, but Wanda wasn't going to hold back.

You couldn't even speak. It was just a string of desperate moans in place of words. The knot in your stomach bubbled up and snapped suddenly. Cum shot out of you in sticky, hot ropes. Your orgasm was almost never ending. Every time you thought it was over, she'd keep pushing you.

Wanda kept milking you until you'd gone soft. Her tongue slipped out of your hole. She wasted no time licking up the cum dripping down your chest and stomach. A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips at the taste of your cum. Her eyes glowed a deep red for a brief second. Wanda looked into your eyes and smirked. "I never want to see you with anyone else. Got it?"

You looked into her eyes and suddenly felt so tired. It was like a trance. There were a lot of questions going through your mind but you were too weak to ask any of them. "Got it." Was the only thing you could manage to say.

Wanda affectionately scratched your head. You were like a pet to her. "Let's get you cleaned up," She kissed your cheek before lifting you up and taking you to your bedroom.

You were grateful for her immense strength and gentleness. There was no way you'd be able to walk all the way to your room after that. You only vaguely heard Wanda's request that you not fall asleep while she prepared a bath for you. As tired as you were, there was something subconsciously urging you to stay awake as she requested. You rolled over slowly when Wanda returned from the bathroom. "Are you like…in my head forever now?" You asked sleepily.

Your question caught Wanda off guard. She didn't answer your question at first. Instead, she rolled you onto your stomach. It was only then that she had the answer to your question. "It appears so." She said calmly. Her fingers traced the tattoo now permanently etched into your skin. "Don't worry, I'll be kind to you..if you behave."

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lowkeyerror · 1 month

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The Family Business Ch.4

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Chapter Notes: Brief mention of the red room nothing crazy

Summary: Natasha is nervous about finally having some personal time with Wanda’s family. You help her fight through those nerves. Meanwhile Wanda struggles to come to terms with how much of your growth she missed.

An: Posting consistently again got me feeling in my prime. No promises, but might post chapter 5 later this week instead of next monday.

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Once you were done with work, and had your flowers for Flora, you were ready to go to the Maximoff’s house. You’d sent a quick text to Dragos telling him that you’d bring Natasha with you, to save them an extra unnecessary trip.

You pack your things quickly and head to the car, Natasha follows behind you. When you get in the car, you finally notice the subtle nervousness of Natasha.

“Are you scared to meet Wanda’s mom?”

Natasha nods a little, “It’s more than that. You guys are the most important people in her life. She told me so herself. Dragos doesn’t like me yet, Pietro and I really just looked at each other, and I heard Flora’s got high standards when it comes to partners.”

“Well, they are the kindest people you could ever meet. All they'll care about is that you keep Wanda happy,” you insist.

“I think the kindness goes out of the window, when you find out your daughter got married to a Russian spy that tried to kill her,” Natasha mumbles.

You try to offer her some comfort, “I’m not going to argue with that but, you’ll get a little break, when I tell them I like you.”

“Really?”

“If Wanda told you all about me, then you should know they've got a soft spot for me,” you’re a little embarrassed when you say it, but it’s the truth.

If Natasha notices your embarrassment, she doesn't bring it up, “Wanda says you’re basically a Maximoff every time she tells a story about you.”

You smile, “I like to think of them as my family too. There’s been plenty of times where I want to call Dragos, papa. That means there’s even more times when I want call Flora Mama.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t want to take the chance and ruin our dynamic.”

The Russian sighs as the house comes into view. “I think they’d both love it. The way Wanda tells it, they feel as though you're one of their kids.”

You park the car before answering Natasha, “Maybe one day.”

With the hydrangeas in hand, you head to the front door. Natasha tries to walk behind you, but you pull her forward so she’s next to you.

“This is a family you have to face head on. Those uncertainties you have, keep them close to you. Don’t let them see your nerves because they’ll pounce. Just remember that you love Wanda, and she loves you too,” your attempt at a pep talk seems to calm her nerves a bit.

“You said they were nice people. Nice people don’t have warnings.”

You roll your eyes, “Natasha you secretly married the daughter of a crime lord without ever meeting the family, there’s a shitload of warnings.”

The door swings open before you have the chance to knock. You find yourself being pulled into a warm hug. It’s only a moment before Flora’s hands land on your face. She turns your head a couple times checking that you are fine, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Y/n, where have you been sweetheart? Too old to come see me anymore, huh? You’ve got bags under your eyes Malysh, have you been sleeping ok?”

You smile warmly at her antics, “I’ll never be too old to come visit my Flora. As a sorry, for being away I brought you these.”

Flora takes the flowers from you. “Always knowing how to get into my good graces, these are beautiful Y/n.” Her eyes dart to Natasha and you watch as her features go neutral.

“You must be Natasha.”

The red head extends her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs.Maximoff.”

Flora shakes her hand, “Yes, if only we could've done this sooner. “

Natasha doesn’t shift at the words, but you can feel her nerves from besides you. Flora beckons you both into the house and you follow her into the kitchen. She grabs a vase for the flowers and begins to fill it with water.

“So, why Natasha?” She says as she places the flowers in the vase.

“I’m sorry?” Natasha is confused by the question.

Flora keeps her eyes on the flowers, “Why’d you pick the name Natasha? Natalia is a fairly pretty name, why not keep it?”

You weren't surprised that Flora had done some research on the woman. However, Natasha was taken aback by the question. She wasn’t expecting it, so it took her a moment to respond.

“As a spy, I have many aliases. However, Natasha never felt like an alias, she just felt like me. My parents and sister call me Natalia often just to tease me, but even they seem to like Natasha better.”

You decide to help the Russian out, “Are you close with your family, Natasha?”

She nods, “Very close. My parents took Yelena and I when we were very little. They saved us from some terrible people, I owe then everything. Though they'd never let me repay them.”

“Reminds me of us,” you say to Flora, who has now softened her gaze on the redhead.

Flora had a soft spot for children in tough places. You knew that's why she originally gravitated towards you, when Pietro first brought you around. This was the perfect topic to get Natasha on Flora’s good side.

“If we found you any younger you would've had our last name,” Flora places the vase the table. She eyes Natasha for a moment before asking about her childhood, “Foster care?”

Natasha stiffens a little, “Worse. Young girls all taken and trained to be weapons for whatever they needed.”

Flora’s eyes become glossy, “The red room.”

Natasha’s gaze was locked on the floor, “Yeah.”

It is a quick turn of events when Flora wraps her arms around Natasha. She holds the woman firm as she begins to speak in Russian. You don't understand all of it, but it seems that Flora was intimately familiar with the place.

“You two go and make yourselves comfortable while I start dinner,” she says finally releasing Natasha.

“You don’t want help?”

Flora shakes her head, “Go, relax malysh. I’ve got it covered in here.”

Instead of leading Natasha to the living room, you take her to the backyard. There is a beautiful large grass area, with a nice garden space in the corner. The patio has the perfect view of the sunset. You sit on one of the patio chairs and Natasha sits beside you.

“I think that went well,” you say to her.

“Thanks to you, it went really well,” Natasha looks at you gratefully.

You shake your head, “I didn’t do much.”

Natasha argues back, “I see why they call you the glue. If you hadn’t made your comment, she would’ve slighted me all night.”

“Don’t give me too much credit, you would've had her the moment you asked how many people she killed,” you joke, and Natasha gets a bit embarrassed.

“Sorry, I guess I just- “

You stop her, “It’s fine, Nat. I’ve been underestimated all my life. My first kill is symbolic to me, even in that pitiful state, I was able to snap someone’s neck. I remember all of them, though it’s not a lot, I also remember each one getting easier.”

She looks at you, “The longer it gets, the less you remember, and then one day you’re left with the memory of how you used to feel about it. Maybe it fills you with pride in the beginning, but eventually killing just leaves you feeling empty.”

Wanda comes into the backyard before you could answer the Russian.

“She’s not giving you too much trouble is she, Y/n?”

Natasha sends her wife a pointed look. You laugh at the interaction.

“She’s a pleasure to have around. I can see why you married her, regardless of the assassination attempt.”

Wanda tilts her head but keeps a smile on her face, “Telling our love story without me, my love?”

“It just came up. How was the meeting?”

Wanda plops down next to you before leaning back, “Apparently Kingpin is looking to expand his control. At least that’s what Hammerhead said.”

You clench your jaw at the mention of the large man, “He’s such a greedy bastard. He has the second largest market besides us. Which means he thinks he can take over us. I couldn’t imagine being a guy that big with no fucking brains.”

Wanda shakes her head and chuckles slightly, “You sound just like Papa. He was pissed when he heard.”

“How is he now?” You ask knowing he could get a little reckless when he was angry.

“For now, he’s alright. I told him we could use Kingpin’s greed as an example. We can crush him and in turn teach the others not to try to cross us.”

Your hands reach to rub your temples, “You make it sound so easy.”

“It will be,” you can hear the determination in her voice.

Natasha interjects, “I think Y/n has a point. It’s definitely easier said than done.”

You keep your composure, “Kingpin selling is a problem in itself, but the people should know better than to buy from him. Whoever is making purchases with him is not being loyal to us. That means he’s making allies, or rather he is taking our allies away from us. It strengthens his numbers while diminishing ours. He’s trying to start a revolution.”

Before it could be discussed any further Dragos appears, “We can discuss it more tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate Wanda’s homecoming… and marriage. Dinner is ready.”

You’re the first out of your chair and into the house. It leaves Dragos some time with the couple.

“Remember we only talk business outside of the office, if it is absolutely necessary,” he reminds his daughter.

“She still gets that way?” Wanda asks referring to you.

He shakes his head, “She’s just started brainstorming and it’s hard for her to put it aside. She’s not that timid little girl anymore.”

Wanda lets out an irritated sigh, “Why does everyone keep saying that? I know her just like everyone else, papa. I’ve cared for her, I’ve trained her, and- “

“You missed 5 years of her life; you missed her graduation, you missed her putting all of her training to practical use, you missed her joining the family business. No one is saying that you didn't know her well, but you can’t act like you witnessed her growth.”

“It’s not my fault that I wasn’t there,” she speaks through gritted teeth.

“No one is saying it was, malysh.”

Natasha grabs her wife’s hand, “We’re celebrating you tonight like your father said. Let’s just enjoy this and eat. You never stopped talking about your mother’s cooking and the longer we spend out here, the colder the food gets in there.”

Wanda gets up from her seat, “You’re right. I’m sorry Papa, I’m just not used to being home yet.”

“It’s alright, her growth is startling. I still remember how I felt when Pietro told me she killed a boy. It was a shock; I didn’t want to believe it. She was so delicate that I couldn't picture her doing it.”

“Y/n killed somebody?”

Natasha nods, “She told me about it. Y/n actually has a little ledger, 8 people.”

Wanda’s eyes widen, “She told you about it?”

The conversation stops there, when you come back, “Flora said if you guys don’t come to dinner now that Piet and I can have your plates.”

“You’d eat Wanda’s welcome home meal, that’s pretty criminal even by our standards,” Natasha says pulling her wife along into the house.

“Oh 100%, you would too if you had Flora’s cooking.”

The playful banter continues, even once everyone is sat at the dinner table. Conversation flows freely, but Wanda doesn't contribute much. All that circles her mind is you.

Her father’s words echo in her head. She had missed some of the most important moments of your life. Wanda was scared to admit that she hardly recognized the woman you’ve grown into.

It bothered her. She was jealous that everyone got to see you blossom, but her. Even Wanda’s wife seemed to know things about you that she didn’t. It was a pill that she didn’t want to swallow.

Her little Krolik wasn’t so little anymore.

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juiles · 2 months

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Deaf in a loud world

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Being deaf and being born and raised in a hydra facility probably is the worst. At a very young age I had to learn to read lips and body language all at the same time. You also learn how to stay hidden in plain sight and retreat into your mind. That was normal to me, living in a silent world where the only communication I got was abuse. It was all I knew.

That was until I turned 6 and this woman found me. She had auburn hair that was pulled back in what I later learned to be french braids. Her jumpsuit was all black and she had a kind smile. She felt warm and safe, like no matter what happened, I would be safe in her arms. I had been with her for 3 hours and I learned her name and who she was. Her name was Natasha and she was here to save me.

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A/N: enjoy this little blurb that popped into my head while wide awake at 2 AM while being sick! I’m gonna finish writing so hopefully some of you enjoy!!!

(Also sorry for being absent for so long lmao. I’ve been dealing with so many things at work and my health it’s not even funny. Things seem to be settling down so i’m hoping to write again soon after this one!!!)

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youre-a-total--poser · 4 months

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Can i request something where young or teen wandanat daughter loves using her powers around home but wanda doesn’t want her too and r tries to get nat to back her up all the time and nay is just like im not apart of this

Don't Use Your Powers (Request)

Warnings: I don't think that there is any but if there is just let me know.

Age: 7

Word Count: 1,248

Requests: Closed

Summary: Read the request and it will explain everything

Requested by: Anonymous on Tumblr

Date: 15/01/2024

paring: Natasha and Wanda

A/N: Thank you for your request I hope that you like it. Wrote this instead of writing an essay for college. Yes, the ending is terrible but we just don't talk about that.

Masterlist

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For as long as they could remember since they have been together Natasha and Wanda talked about expanding their family and having a child together

They thought about adoption but what they wanted was to have the whole baby experience including getting pregnant, carrying the baby, giving birth then dealing with it for its whole life until it decides that it wants to move out and look after itself

Since Natasha was unable to have a child they agreed that Wanda would be the one who would carry the baby and after months and months of IVF, she finally became pregnant.

During Wanda's pregnancy, everything went smoothly, and they did many tests to ensure the baby's health. Time went by quickly and before they knew it their little baby was here in the world.

Wanda gave birth to a healthy baby girl and they named her Y/N.

As you grew up there were some concerns about whether you inherited powers from Wanda but the older you got there were no signs of you having any powers that was until you reached the age of 7 when you discovered that you had these new abilities.

Wanda and Natasha were scared that you wouldn't be able to control your powers and it would only get worse but with lots of training from your mom, you picked it up very quickly and learned how to control your abilities.

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Your moms didn't like you using your magic at home or in public but that didn't stop you from doing it especially when your parents weren't around to tell you off.

You used your magic to lift two teddy bears in the air and make them dance. You were giggling so loud that Wanda heard you from the kitchen and knew that you were up to something no good.

She walked into the living room and when you saw her you instantly froze. You could tell that she wasn't happy when she had her hands on her hips.

"Hi Mommy," You said not sounding guilty in the slightest.

"What are you doing Y/N you know that you're not allowed to use magic."

"They're just dancing Mommy," You said moving your fingers to make the bears dance again.

"That's not the point Y/N what if someone saw?" she asked grabbing the teddies and dropping them on the floor beside you.

You stood up and waved your hands in front of the curtains and closed them. "There now no one will see." Then you sat back on the floor and picked up on the teddies.

Wanda walked over to the curtains and opened them again and before she could say anything the front door opened.

"I'm home," Natasha shouted.

She walked into the living room and over to Wanda. "Hi babe," she said then kissed Wanda.

"Hi," Wanda replied softly.

Natasha kneeled beside you and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Mommy's being mean." You huffed crossing your arms.

"Why is mommy being mean?" Natasha asked kneeling beside you and gently stroking your hair.

"She's not letting me play."

"I never said that Y/N I said that you're not allowed to use your magic" Wanda said

"Same thing" you mumbled.

"You know the rules sweetheart and the rules are to keep you safe," Natasha told you then she stood up and walked into the kitchen and Wanda followed her.

"We need to do something about Y/N," Wanda said watching Natasha walk around the kitchen.

"Why me?" Natasha asked getting out two cups from the cabinet and pouring coffee into both cups "She's your daughter after all"

"I like how she's my daughter when it comes to discipline."

"Well I can't discipline her she knows that I cave in when she does that sad little pout," Natasha said handing Wanda the cup of coffee.

Wanda shook her head and took a sip.

Before Natasha could say anything there was a loud giggle coming from the living room.

"If she's using her magic you're dealing with it. " Wanda said putting down her coffee cup, grabbing ahold of Natasha's hand and dragging her back into the living room.

They found you sitting on the floor with the curtains closed and using your magic to make your toys walk about the room.

"Y/N!" Wanda said quite loudly causing you to jump. "Honestly when will you learn?" She sighed.

"But the curtains are closed," You said pointing at the curtains.

"That's not the point Y/N. When we tell you not to do something you listen and don't do it."

"Can't I just keep playing for a little bit longer then I'll stop?"

"No, you can't." Wanda

You stood up and walked over to Natasha you knew exactly what you needed to do to get her to let you

"Please, mama." You said looking up at her with your big eyes and sad pout.

"No, don't use your please face," Natasha said trying not to look at you.

You got even closer to her, clasped your hands together and brought them up to your cheek. "Just this one time."

"Don't give in to her Nat," Wanda whispered.

"I can't do it." Natasha said then started walking away "I am not a part of this." She called out.

"Every time," Wanda mumbled.

Wanda got down to your level and put her hands on your shoulders. "Y/N I need you to listen to me are you listening?"

You nodded your head" I'm listening."

"Good, now you have to start listening to me and Mama when we tell you that we don't want you using your powers."

"Why?" You asked.

"Because we want to protect you."

"Why?" You asked again.

Wanda let out a frustrated sigh. She knew this asking why game would go on for hours if she let it. "Just say yes Mom."

"Yes, mom." You repeated.

"Good girl now go play with your toys and no using magic," Wanda said ruffling your hair and walking out of the room.

You waited a few seconds before your mom couldn't see you anymore then you used your magic once more to get some more toys out of your toy box and made them walk around but you had no idea that your mom was standing behind you this whole time.

"Y/N!" Wanda shouted.

You let out a loud squeal, jumped up and started running.

"Get back here young lady," Wanda shouted as she started chasing you.

Natasha saw you then Wanda ran past her office. "Run Y/N." She called out.

You ran into your parent's bedroom but you were too slow at closing the door Wanda grabbed you and then started tickling you.

"What did I say about using your magic young lady?" Wanda asked while continuing to tickle you.

You didn't respond because of how much you were giggling.

Wanda walked over to her bed dropped you on it then sat down beside you. "No more using your magic without permission little miss or you will be going to live with Tony."

"No not Tony he's boring." You shouted.

"Right, so are you going to use your magic?" Wanda asked.

"No, Mom, I promise no more magic."

"Good girl." She said then started kissing you all over your face.

After that day you never used magic without permission from your parents but it was a completely different story when they weren't around but let's not tell them that. What they don't know can't hurt them.

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miaisocool · 2 months

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Johanna

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary - Wanda was your best friend in college that you had feelings for... were your feelings reciprocated or not?

Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking, Angst, Fluff in a way?... YES THIS WILL HAVE A PART TWO!

Word count: 4k

Note: This is inspired by the song Johanna by suki waterhouse :) so i recommend listening to that song..

Oh, my Johanna, Johanna...

There you were at a party that wanda invited you to it was just a simple college party nothing else the atmosphere felt weird... and tense your vision was hazy including nothing but people passing out, strobe lights flashing over your face red solo cups plastered all over whoevers kitchen counter.. drinks that you didn't recognize the name of assuming it was something fancy. It made sense since it was apparently some rich kid who's dad owned a big company hosting the party you didn't even recognize anyone there except wanda, clint, tony and maybe natasha?...

You and natasha never got along well due to your past with her meaningless hookups that would end up with nobody in her bed the morning after. It was a on and off thing for a while with you catching feelings for her when she didn't want you and natasha catching feelings for you when you didn't want her it was a confusing thing between you both it was on and off like that for a while during your freshman year of college but, you guys talked it out and discussed how it was better for you both to just keep the relationship between you two EXTREMELY platonic she went on a rant of multiple pros and cons about it and how it would keep your friend group together you didn't care as much as she did but you went along with it. So did she.. she soon got used to it and distanced herself from you she was tired no matter whether or not the friendship included those hookups or if it was platonic she couldn't manage to be friends with you knowing she was gonna catch feelings again. Did she have a good reason to? maybe but those were hookups that you and her both strived off of everyone moved on from it except for her it was somewhat of a cold atmosphere between you and her for a while but its okay now, which you assumed since she gave you a quick smile at this party...

"come on.. go talk to her!" clint nudged your shoulder as he nodded to the direction wanda was in she looked so beautiful.. whenever you got a glance of her the signal of butterflies would turn in your stomach and it made you somewhat smile to yourself it was common for you to do that.. smiling at the thought of wanda or smiling whenever you had a interaction with her you couldn't help it who wouldn't fall for her? he was bothering you all night to go up to wanda and dance with her or at least have a conversation with her but he knew you were too afraid to "I think i just need to sit down.. i dont know clint.. this party is just.." it was true the party was overwhelming with the music pulsating off of the walls even when you stepped outside for some "fresh air" it was nothing but the music still blasting strobe lights were even set up outside to "keep the party going" which was doing nothing but making everyones face in the crowd unrecognizable and the strong scent of weed making the air thick, the scent of sweat and alcohol mingling with the aroma of wanda in your mind wasn't doing you justice she always smelt like cherries and wine in the best way possible the only scent that you could ever get drunk off of, the only scent that ever brought comfort to you when you didn't feel safe, the only-

"Y/n! im so glad you made it!!" Wanda had the biggest smile on her face as her slender fingers caressed your shoulder bringing you the sense of home and getting rid of the overstimulated feelings you had from the party. You were caught off guard with the sight of wanda suddenly coming up to you, you didn't expect it but yes you did how couldn't you? you guys were friends and she was known for being the sweetest to you, you sometimes wonder if thats what made you catch feelings for her. You hated it but no matter how much you did it wouldn't go away.

"wanda.. hey.." it took a while for you to regain your composure as you were drunk off of literally nothing except the thought of wanda in your system well to be honest she was the only thing in your mind that night "i couldn't find you" you lied, you saw her multiple times throughout the night even when clint brought your attention to her and tried to pressure you into talking to her. You avoided her, you felt guilty about it. how could you? wanda was basically your friend that you had feelings for just a friend that you had a really good connection with, the first person to ever show you what true love was like? or was it just fully platonic you always wondered what she thought about your friendship with her..

"i was looking for you!" she giggled her laugh was like the only noise that ever brought you happiness the noises from the party fading away and the soft rustle of the cup she was holding which had a bit of what you assumed was rum her eyes glistening from the backyard lights really making the emerald green remind you of the beautiful grass that you always dreamt about laying in with her and being far away from home you stood there taking in the moment of her presence until she spoke again "let me get a drink for you!" she said loudly but quietly in your ear it was hard to speak with speakers literally making the music blast in your eardrums the music was too loud for you to understand what she said but you made it out in your mind as you nodded she took your hand gently dragging you through the big crowd of people who were all over the place dancing, drinking, smoking or just passed out all over the atmosphere was still a mess but with the sight of wanda your mind was blurred from the chaos of the party the noise quickly faded as you took in wandas features from her dark brown reddish hair to the curves on her body your mind was in awe her presence was like a aura of light in darkness

A few seconds later as your back inside of the house wanda hands you a cup of a drink you couldn't even recognize but you knew it was alcohol you weren't used to liquor but you decided to put on a front for wanda as you chugged it and had sort of a face of grimace as you put the cup back down onto the counter "i know you don't drink" you turned your gaze back to wandas as you spoke

"i know.." it was true you didn't drink but you decided to act tough for her or maybe loosen up once in a while but she knew you.. she knew that you hated parties, hated smoking, hated the thought of being peer pressured, hated alcohol. anything that was sinful for you in general you despised, but this night wanda was your heaven sent angel

"just thought i would've gave it a try you know?" you murmured into her ear the music was still too loud to have a conversation with one of you yelling or whispering into the others ear "I guess its not my thing" wanda brought her hand up to your back as she slowly caressed it up and down making a wave of comfort wash over you.

"it doesn't have to be your thing" her eyes softened as she noticed your discomfortness " Y/n.. you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with" "you don't have to pretend with me you know?" you couldn't help but feel your cheeks warming up and blushing at the sound of your name coming out her mouth and the sentence that tugged at your heart strings heer words truly resonated within you, cutting through the noise of the party and the insecurities that had you held up throughout the party. A reassurance that you didn't have to adjust to anyone else's expectations to belong.

"honestly you could just be yourself and thats all i want" her pupils dilated as she looked into your eyes this caught you off guard "nothing else?" you smiled and teased wanda seeing how far you could push her back into her regular state she quickly hit your shoulder and rolled her eyes as she giggled.

A flashback to two months ago

You were invited to breakfast by wanda you weren't used to waking up as early as her. This restaurant spot was where you guys would meet up countless times to talk, study or just have a coffee you didn't like waking up early to meet up with wanda like this but you couldn't help but fiend for her presence so you pushed yourself cause it was wanda and you wanted her, you loved her, you desired her. The morning sun was glistening over your skin as you stared at your phone until wanda spoke up "The service is awfully slow today.." you weren't used to seeing wanda be impatient was she complaining too much? no she wasn't it's true the service was very slow it makes sense since it's summer there was many tourists visiting the city just for food, beaches, views and expenses it held. "I could've cooked my own food faster than this.." wanda muttered under her breath you weren't used to seeing cold attitude come from her even her voice was laced with venom but you quickly spoke up and decided to ignore it "i'm sure they're just busy.." you noticed she was biting the inside of her cheek wanda would always do this whenever she had something heavy on her mind or if she was just frustrated. It hurt you seeing her like this so you snapped her out of her thoughts "wanda our foods here" she quickly re adjusted herself straightening her posture in the seat as the server set her food down along with yours "Sorry for the wait, enjoy." the server smiled at you both as he walked away quickly attending other customers. Wanda just rolled her eyes leaving a awkward but comforting silence you weren't sure what to say to cut the tension in the air until wanda spoke up "So.. i have news" you noticed something was off her voice was a bit hesitant before speaking that wasn't normal either she was always so confident before she spoke.. you raised your eyebrow giving a signal to wanda to continue talking as you bit into your food "I've been seeing this guy.." your heart immediately stopped at the mention of a guy wanda is with, the oxygen in your lungs felt nonexistent, the butterflies in your stomach died, it felt like you were suffocating almost, your chest started to burn as you coughed on your food a bit as you tried to force a smile "That's great wanda" you spoke up trying to suppress the feelings of jealousy within you, you wanted to scream at her telling everything you ever felt for her what you loved about her and how much you longed for her but you knew you couldn't. wanda spoke up again silencing the ringing noise in your ears "We're still figuring things out you know?" "I just wanted you to be the first to know" she smiled at you how could you not love wanda? The room fell silent once again, the weight of Wanda's words heavy in the air. You glanced around the restaurant until you swallowed scrambled eggs and your feelings of jealousy "im happy for you" your voice was slightly trembled oh how you wished wanda wasn't so blind..

I was drinking hard, acting tough But it was just a crush, just a crush

There you were dancing with wanda you were at least two shots in not enough to be drunk but enough to start pouring out your heart to her of how you wanted to marry her, make her yours, or be hers? your body was starting to loosen up so was the lump in your throat with every secret you held you towards her you couldn't help but notice how beautiful wanda looked even with messy hair your mind would sometimes drift off wondering if that's what she would look like if you ever had the chance to wake up next to her. You couldn't help where your mind was drifting off to but it felt strange, your mouth started to open up as if it was a feeling of vomit the music made you deaf from any words that were about to come out your mouth you tried to protest it but soon your body gave up

"Wanda.." You said her name as if it was a prayer she kept dancing as she heard you speak up the lights looked so beautiful in her eyes as it glistened over her face making wanda a bit unrecognizable and making your vision hazy mixed with the alcohol you had...

You knew she didn't want you, You knew she was with vision, she belonged with vision, She didn't even think of you that way but here you were about to dump your feelings towards her the weight on your chest was starting to feel heavier.

As Wanda danced like a angel gracefully, her laughter ringing out like in your ears, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within your chest. She was so close, yet so far away, a distant star shining brightly in a sky you could never reach.

"Wanda" You repeated once again... You leaned into her waiting for her to send or give a sign of some assurance that she knew what you were trying to do or if your feelings were reciprocated she soon leaned in and brushed her lips against yours. Your heart started to pound quickly as if it was a ticking time bomb that was about to explode. The kiss was soft, tender she tasted like cherries, rum and wine with a hint of cinnamon you were testing the waters first until she deepened the kiss making it become more passionate with a trembling touch you cupped her face into your hand you could feel how warm her cheeks were getting and the smile forming on her face as you pulled back she pulled back into the kiss making her breath warm and sweet you could tell she wanted this too with the way she pushed her body against yours the longer the kiss continued you pulled back and started kissing onto her neck as she moaned into your ear all you wanted to do in that moment was melt into her arms but it soon came to a end.

The feeling of vomit was starting to get heavier on your chest the more you stared at her figure dancing in the strobing lights

"im gonna get another drink" Your voice trembled with emotion as she nodded and smiled give you assurance that she would be right there just dancing the night away knowing she'll never walk away from you. You wished you could stay there forever with her but you walked away quickly to the bathroom making your way through the crowd getting elbowed a few times and struggling to get out of some tight spaces

You immediately shut the door once you stepped in and looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair was messy droplets of sweat were pouring down your face, watery eyes, pupils dilated. You looked completely out of it, you couldn’t tell what was real or fake, there was still adrenaline running throughout your veins from the sensation wanda had once placed on your lips and the melody she left ringing in your ear it was everything you ever wanted you soon closed your eyes turning on the sink splashing your face with water noticing the vivid image of wanda’s face and the lights you soon opened your eyes and smiled recollecting your thoughts of what just happened you were all happy and thought about how it was finally the right time to confess your feelings to wanda. You resented that vision was going to hold a spot in wanda’s heart even if you wanted to be in a relationship with her but you daydreamed about ways it could work out for the both of you.

Soon after you stopped smiling to yourself and daydreaming what you and wanda could be you soon stepped out the bathroom your eyes being greeted with the sight of clint coming up to you

“i’ve been looking for you everywhere!” He drunkenly swung his arm around you catching you off guard forcing you to regain your balance “Clint right now is not the best time…” You whispered into his ear trying to look for wanda in the crowd. It was hard to look for anyone in general even with the strobe lights flashing and fog in the air masking everyone, making it impossible to find her.

The air was choking up your throat as you tried to get a fresh breath of air from how terrible the party smelled but you had to adapt your senses to it even if it meant passing out all that mattered to you right now was getting to wanda. Your heart started to race the more you were scanning the crowd with desperation of finding wanda but you could barely recognize anyone… The feeling of clint trying to tug you back into his presence wasn’t helping you focus much either and the fact that he was yelling into your ear was just causing you more overstimulation. You bumped into a couple of people having to apologize profusely over and over your voice noticeably shaking with fear and emotion until….

You finally spotted wanda crossing out everyone in the crowd making the lights that were once flashing into your eyes causing a headache, you noticed she was dancing with a tall figure you really couldn’t make out who it was but you noticed it was some tall blond lanky man dancing and grinding against her they looked like two intertwined souls dancing with not a care in the world. You couldn’t help but feel a lump build up in your throat as you spotted the two having such a intimate dance, your throat got even tighter when you recognized it was vision the man who she would brag about all the time and how happy she was with him..

Was that why she was smiling at you all night? Was that why she didn't pull away from your kiss? Your mind drifted off to multiple scenarios maybe she was trying to get her mind off of vision. You knew he wasn't the perfect boyfriend for her well everyone had their reasonings but that's what you wanted to believe so you could swoop in and be with wanda because at the end of the day you believed that you were the one she belonged to. You remembered those nights you stayed up late just to hear her rambling about how many times she caught vision cheating on her you tried to convince her to break up with him not out of jealousy but out of how you wanted the best for her even if that meant not being with you. You didn't really have the right to be upset with her even if she was dancing with vision..

Feeling suffocated by the weight of unrequited love, you needed an escape – something to numb the ache in your chest and quiet everything that was going on in your head. So, without a second thought, you gave Clint a quick glance and pulled him into the kitchen, where all the drinks were stocked.. Your throat was tight and burning enough already, the alcohol was not going to suppress your feelings for her, it wasn't going to suppress the numbness you felt at the sight of wanda dancing with vision but you decided this is what you need to clear your head so you drank away

"Hey.. y/n lets slow down the drinks alright?" although clint was a bit drunk he still had a mind of his own. To be fair he was the only one out of the group who knew you best even since you didn't speak your feelings he could still tell what was wrong with you. You could notice that clint was very concerned and worried for you all you needed to do was to communicate with him so he could stop you for whatever disaster was about to happen.

"I'm fine."

You paused, your hand hovering over the bottle, the weight of Clint's words sinking in. In that moment, you realized that drowning your sorrows in alcohol wouldn't make the pain of seeing wanda with vision go away – it would only numb it temporarily. But either way you took a long chug of whichever alcohol you chose from the counter and how it left a sharp pain in your throat the same sharp pain wanda was leaving..

Clint watched you silently, his eyes filled with understanding and empathy. He knew all too well the pain you were having as he soon came to what made you this way the agony of watching someone he cares for slip through his fingers. "I just need a moment," you muttered, your words slurring slightly as the alcohol began to take effect. But even as you spoke, you couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at your insides, a constant reminder that wanda would never be yours and that her happily ever after would be with vision even in every other universe..

You were already soon too deep it had been a few minutes ever since you chugged multiple cups of alcohol and clint snatched the bottle from you although you tried to fight him and protest but you knew he wasn't doing any wrong so you soon gave up after.. You noticed a few looks coming from the crowd as you started to cause a scene while all clint was trying to do was diffuse the situation as he took the bottles and cups away from you.

Your body was starting to give up as you tried to lean against the counter for support even clint was trying to help you regain your composure your muscles were slacking and the lights started to turn into a hazy vision of a kaleidoscope, the weight of the alcohol and emotions bore down on you, the world around you began to blur and spin. With each passing moment, the room seemed to tilt on its axis, the sounds and colors melding together into a haze.

You tripped over your own foot as you tried to lean against the counter again but without warning you soon saw every overwhelming sense come to a halt as the last thing and all you could perceive were scurried footsteps and Wanda's voice, a distant echo calling out your name in panic and worry. The last sensation being the vibrations of her voice coming through and her hands reaching out to catch your weak body as you felt droplets from what you assumed were tears of concern coming from wanda.. In that moment, as darkness closed in around you, you couldn't help but not have a single thought but for now, all you could do was surrender to the embrace of unconsciousness and wandas arms wrapped around you as she tried to help you.. The voices of the crowd and clint and wanda and then vision were the finally the last thing.

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SWEETHEART | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: constant stress had filled the gaps in wanda’s life after her ex-husband left the family and balancing work and her kids had started to take a toll on her. in search of relief, wanda hires you as a babysitter, not knowing she’d be falling for you.

content warnings: minors dni. smut!!, bit of angst?, kinda fluffy towards the end, milf!wanda, mommy!dom!wanda, babysitter!reader, bottom!reader, unspecified age gap, jealousy, mommy kink, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, mutual pining.

word count: 7.81k (did not plan for it to be this long but i kinda got carried away whoops)

— note. two people requested wanda x babysitter!reader so i decided to combine both requests and make one fic! i’m very sorry for the long wait, but i hope u like it!!

You were so sweet and so delicate—something Wanda never knew she needed in her life until now. From the moment you met her, Wanda sensed something special about you—a sense of purity and kindness that shone through in everything you did. She found herself captivated by your gentle spirit, your quiet demeanor, and the way you always seemed to radiate a sense of calm and comfort. There was just something about your innocence and sweetness that tugged at Wanda's heartstrings, and she found herself wanting to protect you, to cherish you, to keep you all to herself... and ruin you.

It had been years since her divorce with her ex-husband, whom she was glad to finally be rid of, leaving her alone with her work and her love for her children. And while Wanda was a strong and resilient woman, she recently had been finding herself in a perpetual state of stress as she tried to balance the demands of her work and the needs of her twin children, Billy and Tommy. Her days were a never-ending blur of conference calls, emails, and deadlines, all while managing the endless stream of requests and tantrums from her two little ones.

Despite her unwavering determination and tireless efforts, the weight of her responsibilities often felt overwhelming, leaving her exhausted and stretched thin day by day. And although she bore this load alone with grace and composure, the weight of it only threatened to stress her even more. Her mind raced with a never-ending list of tasks and responsibilities, and the pressure of meeting everyone's expectations left her feeling suffocated. She yearned for someone to ease her burden, to offer a comforting hand and take some of the weight off her weary shoulders.

Soon, she was in search of a trustworthy and reliable babysitter to care for her precious children. As a loving and attentive mother, she understood the importance of finding someone who would not only ensure her children's safety but also provide them with nurturing care and attention. Wanda longed for someone who possessed the patience, creativity, and enthusiasm needed to engage her children in activities that would both entertain and educate them. She envisioned a babysitter who could effortlessly create a warm and welcoming environment where her boys would feel comfortable and secure.

When her colleague and close friend, Natasha, recommended her younger sister’s friend, who had said to have been looking for a short and simple job outside of college, she gladly took the offer. Her second option, which she mentioned if you weren’t able to take the job, was recommending Kate, a bubbly girl about your age who is still in college and is close to both you and Yelena, if only she didn’t have constant archery competitions going on. But Natasha was happy to explain how responsible and intelligent you were, how well you got along with children, unlike her sister, and that you were always a joy to have around. It was a brief description, but Wanda thought it best to trust her friend’s word rather than look for a complete stranger with no connections to take care of her children.

What she didn’t expect, however, when you came up on her doorstep, was how incredibly stunning you were, standing in front of her with a bag hanging off your shoulder and a charming smile as you looked up at her. Your bright smile and youthful energy seemed to radiate from your very being, drawing Wanda's attention like a moth to a flame. You were beautiful.

And of course, you thought the same of her. When you arrived at Wanda's doorstep for the first time, you were struck by the sight of the elegant woman before you. Wanda was wearing a sharp, tailored suit that accentuated her curves and highlighted her poise and confidence. You couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as you looked at Wanda, who seemed to exude a sense of maturity and wisdom far beyond her years. You admired the way she carried herself with such grace and elegance, her movements smooth and fluid even when she was just opening her door. You were captivated by the way Wanda's green eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth, and the way her smile seemed to light up the entire room. To you, Wanda was a vision of beauty and sophistication, a woman whose presence commanded attention and respect.

“Hi, Ms. Maximoff, I'm (y/n),” you greeted her with a pretty smile, trying to hide the fact that you were undoubtedly intimidated by her presence. “I’m Yelena’s friend.”

“Oh, please, you can just call me Wanda,” she returned your smile and shook your hand softly. “It’s nice to meet you. You can go right ahead and settle in. I’ll call the boys down in a second.”

As Wanda welcomed you into her home, she couldn't help but notice the way your fitted clothing hugged your curves, accentuating your feminine form as you walked in with a gentle sway of your hips. It was only a skirt and a loose sweater, but she still couldn't deny the thought that you were young and sexy, with her eyes falling slowly down to your ass as you walked, which sent a rush of heat to her cheeks. Wanda tried to push aside these thoughts, focusing instead on the importance of finding a reliable caregiver for her children.

She quickly introduced you to Billy and Tommy; the boys immediately took a liking to their new sitter, especially when you mentioned playing video games with them. As Wanda watched from a distance, slowly collecting the things she needed for work, she marveled at how effortlessly you seemed to connect with her children, engaging them in playful activities and genuinely caring for their needs. She was confident that you’d do a good job taking care of the boys, just from the first half hour or so of meeting you.

Wanda felt disappointed as she walked out of her house, wanting to go back in there and talk with you and learn about you, but she chose to ignore her thoughts and head to work without any delay. She then met Natasha later that day and immediately thanked her for finding someone like you to take care of the kids. She also might’ve left out the fact that you were incredibly attractive, and to be fair, she had been thinking about you for the rest of the day.

And the many days after that.

The first night she came home to you, you had been on the couch of her living room, studying with your nose in a textbook you had brought along with you. It was late at night—a little past eleven—and thankfully you had already put the boys to sleep long before she arrived.

“Oh, Ms. Maximoff! Welcome home,” you greeted her as she walked through the door. “I got the boys to go to bed early tonight, so they’re already ready upstairs.”

“Thank you, (y/n),” she smiled and set her bag down on the couch next to you before leaning in to look you in the eye. “And it’s Wanda, remember?”

She couldn’t help but smirk when your eyebrows rose for a moment, your cheeks turning pink as you looked up at her and said, “Right! W-Wanda… How was work?”

“It was alright.” Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Mostly tiring. I really appreciate you being here... for the boys, I mean.”

“It’s really no problem. I should be the one thanking you for the opportunity.”

Wanda stared at you. The soft curve of your cheekbones, the delicate arch of your eyebrows, and the way your full lips curled into a gentle smile all made Wanda's heart flutter. She couldn't help but appreciate the way your features seemed to blend together perfectly, creating a face that was both striking and alluring. And her name just rolled off of your tongue in a way that made Wanda’s insides tingle, and your voice gave her a sense of calmness. It sounded so pretty coming out of your mouth, and it only made Wanda want to hear it over and over. maybe in the comfort of her bed.

“I—um, I should probably get going,” you said, suddenly growing nervous under a stare before standing from your seat and cleaning up your things as you went. “I’ll be here around the same time tomorrow, but if you need me to come earlier, I can! I only have two classes tomorrow morning, so...”

Wanda smiled at you again and said, “Same time is good, honey.”

“Okay,” you nodded, lips curving upwards as you backed up towards the front door, clutching your books closely to your chest. “Same time.”

"Drive safe," was the last thing you heard her say that night.

You spent the next month taking care of Wanda’s kids each day after your classes. And Wanda was thankful. She’d often pick the boys up from school when she’s not working in the afternoon, take them home where you arrive shortly after they do, and stay with you in the comfort of her home until she has to leave in the evening. You’d stay until she came back late at night, coming home to a cooked dinner made by you, which did wonders for her beating heart.

Sometimes, when the nights grow late and the boys have drifted off to sleep, she’ll ask you to keep her company as she winds down for the night before you leave, and you never have the intention of turning her down. Each night, she gets out of her blazer, throws it over the couch, then unbuttons a few extra buttons of her top. She does it all in such a sensual way, you notice, and you can’t help but stare. At times, she’d get close, placing her hands on your hips when she wanted to move you if you were in the way or something, and it tingled, feeling her touch each and every time. Of course, Wanda does it for the sole purpose of that, wanting to rile you up with her actions to see how they would affect you, and it always amuses her.

“Care to join me?” She says with a small smirk playing on her lips, already making her way to the kitchen where you left a wrapped dinner for her.

You nodded eagerly and followed her into the kitchen, watching her reach for one of her bottles of wine on her counter.

“Mind getting two glasses for me, sweetheart?”

Blushing deeply at the endearment, you turned away to do exactly as she said. Obedient girl. When you reached the cabinet and opened it to retrieve two wine glasses, Wanda found herself holding her breath, her eyes fixed on your body. She couldn't help but think how sexy you looked, with your delicate features and your gentle smile, and your eyes shining with an innocent twinkle that made Wanda's heart race with anticipation. Her eyes followed your every move, drinking in the sight of you with a sense of longing and desire that she struggled to contain. She battled her inner thoughts, hiding the fact that she just wanted to grab you, taste you, shove her tongue down your throat, and make you moan against her.

When you turned back around with only one glass in your hand, she frowned slightly and said, “You don’t want to have a drink?”

“I still have to drive back to campus,” you say reluctantly, not particularly liking the fact that you had disappointed her a bit.

But she only smiled and said, "Right, of course."

Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of desire as she watched your figure move towards a seat at the table with such fluid grace, her eyes tracing the curve of your hips and the gentle sway of your hair.

You spent most of your nights like this, talking to Wanda late at night after she came home from work. And it’s lovely. She never forgets to compliment you, whether it was how you looked or how amazing you were at taking care of her boys, and loves it especially when you talk about your day, your voice filling her ears along with a sense of calmness to ease her tired head.

But oftentimes, Wanda found herself unable to focus on any conversation with you. Every time you laughed, your body shook with a gentle ripple, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to your every movement, her eyes tracing the curve of your hips and the gentle rise and fall of your chest. Your voice was soft and soothing, your words flowing like honey and filling Wanda's heart with warmth. As you talked, Wanda found herself getting increasingly distracted, her mind wandering as she imagined what it would be like to hold you close, to run her fingers through your hair, and to taste your sweet lips.

“Wanda?”

"Hm?" Wanda hummed in response, trying to mask the fact that she had struggled to listen to you while you sat there in front of her, looking so delectable under the dim lights of her kitchen.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you continued slowly, dragging your sentence out. “But, what happened to your husband?”

Wanda only smiled at your question. She figured you’d be curious, and you wouldn’t be able to keep that question unanswered in your head forever. But she was comfortable with you. comfortable enough to tell you enough of what happened. He didn’t die or anything. And it wasn’t a great story—not that long, either. It was truly simple, and she guessed that was why it hurt even more when it happened.

“He didn’t love me anymore,” she said, watching your face closely. “There’s not that much to it. He found someone else, fell in love with her, then left me and our boys to go and start their own family. I wish he had been strong enough and loved me and the boys enough to keep this family whole… He wasn’t.”

Wanda spoke with a practiced detachment, trying her best to hide the raw emotions that still lingered beneath the surface. As she spoke, she noticed your eyes growing misty with tears, and she knew that her own pain was mirrored in your heart. But despite the deep sadness that threatened to overwhelm you both, Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in your gentle presence.

“I’m sorry.”

“Everything’s okay now, sweetheart,” she smiled lovingly at you, reaching out to wipe away your tears. She felt a sense of warmth and tenderness wash over her, and she knew that she was falling in love with you even more.

“The boys are strong,” you tell her, melting at the touch of her thumb against your cheek. “They’re strong like you. I couldn’t even tell that they’ve gone through that much heartbreak already... They don’t show it.”

“They come to me from time to time to let it all out,” Wanda replied, pulling her hand back to take a sip from her glass of wine. “They are strong… and I’m proud of them for it. But, I like it better when they come to me, as painful as it is to see them cry. Although, I haven’t been home enough lately to be there for them.”

You frowned slightly at her last sentence, “You’re an amazing mother, Wanda. Your ex-husband made the biggest mistake of his life when he left you. And your boys are smart; I know they understand. With what they’ve been talking to me about, they’re only worried that you might overwork yourself. Oh, and they said you need a vacation.”

A light chuckle erupts in Wanda’s throat. “Oh, I could definitely use one.”

Wanda smiled as she stared at you, your presence pleasantly washing over her, and in that moment, Wanda realized that you were more than just a pretty face or a sweet voice. You were a source of comfort and strength, a gentle soul who could soothe even the deepest wounds with your kindness and compassion.

The days after were none other than similar, with you following the same routine with Wanda: taking care of Billy and Tommy, cooking dinner, studying for a bit, playing with the kids for a bit, then Wanda comes home, and you keep her company for the night. It all feels amazing. Wanda loved coming home to you, and you loved it when she did, always anticipating the moment she walked through her front door.

With each passing day, Wanda found it increasingly difficult to hide her emotions and desire for you. Every time she saw you, her heart skipped a beat, and she just couldn't help but feel a sense of longing that she couldn't ignore. When you arrived at her doorstep each day to take care of her children, Wanda found herself staring at you a little too long, taking in the way your hair fell around your face, the way your eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the curve of your waist, and your legs when you walked. She always tried to keep her composure and act like a professional, but her desire for you was becoming harder and harder to hide. She’d find the tiniest excuses to touch you, to be able to put her hands on you—like tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, looking over your shoulder when you’re working on something, or keeping her hand on the small of your back when she walks with you.

She especially almost lost her mind when she arrived home early in the evening one day and you said something that made her knees almost give out as she stood in the living room.

“Boys, why don’t you show mommy what you made at school?” you called out from the living room.

And in that moment, Wanda’s eyes narrowed and she almost wanted to pounce; she wanted to grab you by the neck softly and demand that you repeat the very name that made her stomach flutter. Whenever you said it, Wanda felt a warmth spread through her body, and her heart swelled with pride. She loved the way you said it. She didn’t know where it came from or why you started referring to her as that when you talked to her boys, but it sounded so perfect coming from your mouth, so natural. It was like you knew how much it affected her, so you made sure to say it more often, finding new ways to incorporate it into your conversations.

Even though Wanda knew that it was just a term of endearment, and you probably said it to all the children you’ve babysat before, Wanda couldn't help but feel special and cherished every time she heard it. It was a small thing, but it meant the world to her, and she looked forward to every opportunity to hear you say it again.

Wanda’s recent joy didn’t last, unfortunately. It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Wanda was just about to leave for work, slipping into her heels near the front door, when you delivered some news that she didn’t know she didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t think I can make it this Friday,” you tell Wanda, nervously playing with the hem of your sweater.

“That’s okay, honey,” she smiled in return, hoping that it would help ease your anxiety. “What’s going on on Friday? Exam?”

For a moment, you almost wanted to lie, but unsure as to why you should even keep the reason from her, you decided to tell her anyway. You’d figured she’d find out from Natasha at some point and wouldn’t want to be guilty of dishonesty when the time came when she would realize why.

“I... have a date.”

“Oh.” And just like that, her smile faded in a blink of an eye.

Wanda felt her heart sink as she took in your words, letting her know that you had to cancel your babysitting appointment for the evening because you had a blind date. She tried to push down the disappointment she felt, reminding herself that you had a life outside of the arrangement and that she couldn't expect you to be available all the time.

But deep down, Wanda couldn't shake the feeling of distress. She had sensed something between you two—a spark and desire—that she couldn't ignore. And now, as she imagined you going out with someone else, she felt a pang of jealousy and longing that she couldn't quite explain. She tried to tell herself that it was silly, that she was just projecting her own feelings onto you, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed that you and her wouldn't be spending the evening together.

“I see,” Wanda nodded, grabbing her car keys swiftly from the foyer without turning to look at you. “I hope it goes well.”

That was a lie. Even you knew it was. She then left without saying another word, leaving you and her boys alone in her house.

To be fair, you didn’t even want to go on this date to begin with, but Yelena was nothing short of convincing. It didn’t help that Kate had been on Yelena’s side when she mentioned scoring a blind date for you, all without your permission or any warning at all, recommending you to this other person they thought you’d like. You guessed it was a nice thought, that your friends were just trying to help, but honestly, you just didn’t want it. You’d said you weren’t interested at the start, but they did nothing but insist. Especially when it had been centuries, according to them, since you worked on your love life.

And so here you were, on a Friday night, sitting across another woman at a table in some local Italian restaurant near the main campus of your university. You had walked with her into the city, as it wasn’t that far off to begin with, out in the cold of the night, already wanting nothing more than to go home.

As you sat across from the other woman, you couldn't help but feel bored and disinterested in everything she had to say. Your mind wandered over to Wanda, the woman you had been babysitting for, the woman who had occupied your thoughts almost every second of the day, and the thought of spending time with her instead filled you with excitement. You couldn't help but think about how much more enjoyable your time would be if you were sitting in Wanda's living room, sipping wine, and talking the night away. You felt guilty for feeling this way, but you couldn't deny the pull that Wanda had on you. The thought of being near her made your heart race with excitement. Sitting across from your date, you couldn't help but wish you were somewhere else, somewhere you truly wanted to be—with Wanda.

And you honestly tried.

You tried to make polite conversation by feigning interest, but your mind always wandered back over to Wanda. You couldn't help but think of the way she looked at you, how she touched you in ways that made your skin tingle, or even how she looked when she wore her suits every day going into work—so confident and beautiful. You tried to focus on your date, but the images of Wanda kept intruding into your thoughts, and you found yourself wishing you were back at Wanda's house, with her hands all over you, her lips kissing you, and everything naughty. You fidgeted with your napkin, trying to shake the thoughts of Wanda from your mind, but they persisted, and you found yourself longing to be with the woman you desired rather than sitting across from this stranger.

When you returned to Wanda’s house, you immediately noticed how distant she had been getting over the next few days. She no longer drank wine and talked with you at night after she would arrive home; instead, she’d greet you briefly, then retreat to her bedroom and go to bed. Sometimes she’d completely ignore you, like brushing right past you in the kitchen without uttering a word, then leaving for work after saying goodbye to her boys and telling them to behave.

And your heart ached because of it.

Soon, you got tired of it. The way she ignored you. The way she looked through you. It made you feel both livid and dejected. You wanted to yell at her. So, after a few days of the same treatment from Wanda, you decided to work up the courage and talk to her.

“W-Wanda,” you called her, nervous eyes boring into her back as she halted her descent up the stairs.

It was dark out—about thirty minutes past twelve, you would say—and Wanda had just arrived home with that same tired look in her eyes. She greeted you with that same short greeting she had been giving you the last couple days, and each time you heard it, you wanted to cry.

Wanda turned around, meeting you with restless eyes, “What is it, y/n?”

You paused. Suddenly, everything you had practiced saying in your head had drifted away, leaving your mouth open with no words for it to fall from. You stood in her living room awkwardly as she waited for you to say something. Soon, she noticed your eyes had gotten glossy, with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

That made Wanda’s eyebrows rise in concern. She stepped down from the stairs to walk closer toward you, asking, “Is everything okay?”

“No,” you confessed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Y-you... you,” you tried to get out, struggling to find words for a moment under Wanda’s intimidating stare. “You ignore me. You barely look at me anymore. You don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t touch me. And you don’t even notice me when you come home.”

“What are you talking about? I notice you—“

“No, it’s different now. You’re different. You treat me like I’m invisible.” You ran a hand through your hair as you spoke, letting your frustrations out. “Why do you do that? I didn’t… I don’t know what I did wrong.”

Wanda listened intently as you poured your heart out in front of her. You were careful not to raise your voice, not wanting to wake the kids up, but truthfully, it was difficult to do so when you wanted to yell at Wanda for making you feel this way. Finally, a tear rolled down your cheeks, and, without a second thought, Wanda immediately brought her hand up to wipe it away with her thumb, the same way she did that night when she told you how her ex-husband left. You were full of emotion and love, and Wanda wanted it all to herself.

Wanda stared at you for quite a while, and you stared back, confused, unlike her, who seemed to have numerous thoughts running through her head. Then, for a moment, her eyes fluttered down to your lips.

“Wanda, what are you—“

And with a soft, gentle touch, she leans in and presses her lips against yours, pouring all of her feelings into the kiss. She sighed against your lips, moaning at the taste of you. It's as if the world stops spinning, and in that moment, there are only the two of you. The taste of your lips against hers ignites a flame within Wanda, who steps closer towards you until her face is pressed up against yours, leaving now space in between. Wanda groans when you let her hands roam your waist and when you wrap your arms around her neck, and she leads you up the stairs, still kissing you, eventually leading you up to her bedroom.

Wanda's bedroom was a unique mix of chaos and order. The room was cluttered with her unmade blanket spread out on the bed and piles of books stacked on the floor, but it was still neat and organized. The queen-sized bed was made up with crisp, white sheets and a fluffy comforter, and the nightstand was clutter-free except for a lampshade that cast a soft, dim glow in the room. The darkness outside made the light seem even more comforting and inviting. It felt intimate and warm, as if it were enveloping you in a soothing embrace.

Her room was at the other end of the hall, far from the kids, thank God. But Wanda made sure to shut the door, pushing you until your back was against it, muffling your moans with her mouth, and drinking in each sound of your voice as she touched you all over.

“You’re so damn intoxicating, (y/n),” she said, moaning as she littered kisses down your neck. “I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

Wanda’s heart melted at how you clung to her with your arms wrapped around her neck and your hands gripping tightly on the jacket of her suit. There was nothing but the sound of your breath filling the air as she continued to kiss you. She dragged her lips to your earlobe and smiled smugly when you shivered, noticing you were sensitive there. She darted her tongue out and licked behind your ear, trailing it down to your jaw.

You opened your mouth wide when she sucked on your neck, but she immediately pulled her head back to kiss you again, muffling the sound of your delicious moan.

“Mmph—Wanda,” you mumbled.

“Shh, sweetheart,” Wanda said against your lips. “I’m going to need you to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?”

As much as Wanda wanted to hear you scream and moan while she made you feel good, she didn’t want to wake the boys up with all the racket.

You nodded eagerly at her question and gave a tiny sound of affirmation, causing Wanda to smirk down at you. Obedient girl. The hands that gripped your hips moved towards the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and over your head before throwing it onto the floor. You wore a white, lace bra that cupped your tits perfectly, and Wanda couldn’t help but bring her hands up to palm them, groping them as you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against her bedroom door.

“My perfect, little angel,” she whispered, hands groping you over your lace bra.

Wanda then leaned forward, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around her waist before carrying you over to her bed and laying you down against her mattress. And fuck, you looked amazing. She didn’t know how she managed to control herself in the beginning when you looked so fucking sexy like this. There was only so much her brain could fantasize about, and seeing you in person like this, with your eyes begging for her to take you, god, she was going to lose it.

Her hands placed themselves under your thighs, spreading them slightly so that she could fight right between them. Her fingers traveled slowly up your skirt, feeling the plush flesh of your smooth thighs. As she played with your skirt, she dragged her lips down from your neck to your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts, teeth nipping softly at your skin, making sure to leave marks and pretty, purple bruises as she went. Feeling you squirm underneath her was one of the best feelings she had ever felt. She moved her hands from your thighs and then brought one up to your white bra, unclasping them from the back and letting your gorgeous tits out with a slight jiggle. Wanda hummed deeply as she took your nipple into her mouth and sucked.

“Wanda,” you breathed softly, hands burying themselves into her hair.

“No, baby,” she smirked and brought her other hand up, wrapping it around your neck. “You’ve got a better name for me, don’t you, darling?”

“W-What?” You breathed against her, gripping tight on her shoulders.

“My other name, sweetheart,” she says, smiling into your chest before looking up toward your face. “You know what it is. Say it. I wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yours.”

You blushed deeply, making her lean up to place butterfly kisses all over your reddened cheeks.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, I want to be good.”

“For who?”

You stared at her when you opened your mouth to say, “Mommy...”

“Mm, that’s right, sweetheart,” Wanda said, seemingly unable to fight the wicked grin from appearing on her face, staring down at you with hunger in her eyes.

She took your breath away once more as she leaned down to kiss you, moving her mouth against yours with breathy moans falling from both of your tongues. It was a softer kiss this time—so gentle that you almost thought you were dreaming, wondering still if this was even all real. It became very real when you felt Wanda’s hands hike up your skirt, feeling the fabric of your pants between her fingertips.

And you were embarrassed. Soon she’d see and feel how wet you were, aching too much between your legs from the friction you had been wanting to ease since you had laid eyes on her. You groaned and moved your hands to the collar of Wanda’s suit jacket, trying desperately to pull it off her shoulders, but she wouldn’t have it. Instead, she grabbed your wrists and moved them above your head.

“Keep them there,” she said, her voice firm and demanding, leaving no room for any protests. “Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, you’ve been a bad girl.”

You furrowed your brows and huffed out in frustration, “How?”

“You know, I really don’t like sharing.” Wanda said before placing a quick kiss against your lips and staring down at you with an expression that shook you to your core, “But, you decided to go out and share what belongs to me... on that little date you went on.”

Your eyes widened, immediately wanting to explain everything, “Wanda, that was just—“

“I don’t want to hear it, (y/n). Right now, just focus on me. Only me.”

Her fingers brush over your clothed sex, running along the wetness of the fabric, causing you to twitch slightly against her. You looked so delectable like this. She just wanted to eat you right up. Soon, Wanda’s fingers pressed harshly against your clitoral area, rubbing it in tight circles, only to make you whine into her shoulder. You looked so pretty like this. Honestly, she could almost come from just the sight of you like this. A sly smile adorned her face as she played with you. Pictures of you and a stranger filled her thoughts, recalling what that date looked like in her head—you dressed up all pretty, that beautiful smile you showcased as you laughed, that innocent twinkle in your eye, the sound of your voice, and your fleeting touches—all for someone else.

The dim light of the lampshade on her nightstand cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating your face and casting shadows over the curves of your body. Her hands carefully dragged the fabric of your skirt down your legs, and you were left in nothing but your panties. And Wanda could drool at the sight of you. You suddenly felt shy under her stare, being the only one naked in the room with her still fully clothed in one of her sexy suits, and you just wanted nothing more than to reach out and help her out of it.

“Tell me,” she whispered, leaning down to the crook of your neck to inhale your sweet fragrance. “Did she see you like this? Did she fuck you?”

“What? No, Wanda, I—“

She stopped you with a kiss, groaning into your mouth as her hands moved to cup your breasts. “Try again.”

“She didn’t, mommy.”

“Good. Now, open,” Wanda smirked lightly as you opened your mouth wide enough for her to slide two of her fingers into your mouth. “Get these wet for me, baby.”

You did exactly as she asked. Twirling and running your tongue all over her fingers, making them slick with saliva, You could hear Wanda sigh in satisfaction as you did your work, and she watched every second of it. She wondered what else you would take in your mouth for her—her strap. But that was for another night, she supposed.

Soon, she pulled her fingers out, replacing them in her mouth once again. Her tongue entered your mouth with ease, and you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of her, knowing her lipstick smudged against your skin. Her wet fingers traveled down the trail of your skin, all the way down to where her fingertips met the lacy fabric of your pants and slipped into them. Wanda pulled her head back to watch your face contort into an expression of euphoria as her slipper fingers massaged your clitter. It was heavenly. And you were perfect.

Unable to wait any longer, Wanda pushed two of her fingers into you, moaning against your neck as she felt how wet and tight you were around her fingers. When your arms dropped from above your head to hold onto her shoulders, Wanda allowed it to happen, falling in love with the way you held on to her as she fucked you. She wanted to start slowly, in truth, but as soon as she felt your hands in her hair and on her shoulders, as she heard your breathy moans, she just couldn’t help it. She pumped and pumped her fingers into you, turning you into the prettiest, shivering mess she had ever laid her eyes on. It turned her on so much.

“I—Mommy, I’m going to—“ you tried to say as quietly as you could.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she said, smiling adoringly. “Keep your pretty eyes on me.”

The pad of her fingertips continued to press against your sensitive walls, pumping air in and out of you with a delicious squelch. Wanda dragged her lips against your chest until she popped one of your nipples into her mouth and sucked hard. Everything she did made you squirm underneath her. And god, you were so sexy. Wanda felt like she was looking at an art piece—the way your body moved, the colors of your skin under the dim light, the lines of your curves fitting perfectly against her. So perfect. Her sweet girl.

Finally, the first orgasm crashed in waves throughout your entire body, legs quivering against Wanda as she slowed her movements in order to let you ride out your high. You had muffled your moan by pressing your face into her shoulder. Fuck, you were so hot. Wanda swears she came at just the sight of you coming.

“My pretty baby,” she said. “So perfect.”

And you try to take a moment to breathe, to catch your breath before anything else could happen, but it is too late to stop her. Wanda pushed a third finger into you, your jaw dropping as you felt your walls stretch around her digits. The pad of her thumb rolls over your clitter in tight circles, pressing onto your sensitive bundle of nerves with no mercy.

It almost felt like she was testing you—testing your limits, how far you could go, and how well you could hide your moans. It was by no means easy, especially when she started pumping all over again, making the grip on her shoulders tighten. You pulled desperately at the fabric of her jacket, and Wanda didn’t even care if you were to eventually rip it accidentally. Hell, she’d be proud of it.

You jolted under her touch, arching your back and pressing your front against hers as she fucked you. She watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you lost yourself in pleasure. You almost wanted to pull away because you knew if you went on any longer, you’d be screaming. But Wanda had an easy solution for that problem. The moment you started moaning helplessly loud, she threw her other arm up and clasped the palm of her hand over your mouth, muffling your moans.

“Quiet, baby, remember?”

And so she pulled another orgasm out of you, and then another, and another… and another.

You looked so beautiful by the end of it; sweat rolled down your temples, your body was limp as you gasped for air, arms reaching out to Wanda as she pulled away from you for some reason you couldn’t tell given how fucked out and tired you were. She only got up to get rid of the clothes she was wearing and grab a wet towel from the bathroom to clean up the mess you made between your legs. As she did so, she fought the urge to spread your thighs, diving face first into your wet cavern, all for her to devour — but you would be screaming if she did that. Another time, Wanda thought.

After she cleaned you up, Wanda pulled you into her arms, laying beside you with your head in the crook of her neck as she smoothed her hands over your hips, your waist, and your thighs. You were still trembling slightly against her; she could feel it, and she couldn’t help but smile.

You fell asleep quickly, and as Wanda watched you drift off, she couldn't help but be captivated by you. The way her lamp shade illuminated your features, casting a soft glow on your skin, made you look ethereal. Wanda traced the contours of your face with her fingertips, memorizing every curve and angle while feeling your skin. She watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath. She watched when your lips parted slightly as you breathed, and Wanda found herself leaning in, almost unconsciously, to press a soft kiss against them. You stirred momentarily but didn't wake up, and Wanda settled back onto the pillows with a contented sigh.

As she gazed at your sleeping form, she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She was right where she wanted to be.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.”

In the glow of the moonlight filtering in through the window, you and Wanda lie intertwined on her bed. Your bodies were nestled closely together, with Wanda's arm draped protectively around your waist. The room is quiet except for the gentle hum of your breaths as you both sleep soundly, at peace in each other's embrace. The air is warm and fragrant, the scent of lavender from the diffuser on Wanda's nightstand filling their senses. As you slept, your faces appeared serene and content, with faint smiles playing at the corners of both of your lips. And in this moment, all the worries and stresses of the outside world fade away, replaced by a deep sense of comfort and security.

Morning came soon after as the soft light of the rising sun seeped through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room, and you slowly opened your eyes, only to find Wanda sleeping peacefully next to you. A smile creeps onto your face as you gaze upon Wanda's serene and beautiful face. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness and warmth inside of you, yet you also felt a bit shy and hesitant, not wanting to disturb Wanda's peaceful slumber. The room was quiet except for the gentle sound of your breathing, and you took a moment to savor this peaceful moment with Wanda, your heart full of love and affection.

But then you tore your eyes off of her and stared at the clock on her nightstand.

“Wanda,” you said, shaking her lightly. “Wanda. Wanda, it’s eleven o’clock. The boys are late for school!”

The only response you got was a groan as Wanda stirred in her sleep, refusing to open her eyes and, instead, rolling over and pulling you close, shoving her face into the crook of your neck. You wanted to smile at the action, but you were also worried about the fact that you both slept in and that her boys were late for school.

“Wanda.”

“I already took them to school, (y/n),” she said, mumbling against your skin, voice deep and groggy.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice, “You did?”

“Yes, honey,” she said.

Your stomach began to flutter, and your heart filled with warmth at the endearment, even though she had already been calling you that since you had gotten here. But after hearing it last night, you felt a surge of joy. The way Wanda says it, with such tenderness and love, is enough to make you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

You also smiled at the thought of Wanda waking up early in the morning to take her children to school, then coming home and immediately jumping back into bed just to sleep with you. The very thought of it made you swoon.

Wanda held you tightly in her arms, her breath warm on your neck. You felt a warmth spread throughout your body as you snuggled deeper into Wanda's embrace. The bed was so comfortable and the atmosphere so peaceful that you wished you could stay there forever. You loved the feeling of being held by Wanda and feeling safe and loved. It was a sense of domesticity that she never thought she would experience.

“(Y/n)?”

You hummed in response, your fingers raking through Wanda’s locks.

“The date you went on... How did it go?”

You paused, wondering why that was one of the first things she thought of. After seconds of thinking, you put the pieces together. You already figured she was jealous, but it was still a bit surprising to think about.

“It was terrible,” you smiled. “I was thinking of you the whole time.”

“The date was terrible? Or you thinking about me the whole time was terrible?”

“You’re smart, mommy. I think you can figure that one out by yourself.”

Wanda let out a deep laugh against your neck, “Mmm, I like it when you call me that.”

“I know,” you smiled.

“Go on a date with me.”

Wanda pulled her head back from your neck to look at you. A smile played on her lips as she stared at you. God, you looked so beautiful. Your lips were puffy, your cheeks squished up against her pillow, and your hair was all over the place—it was adorable.

“What?” You smiled at her incredulously.

“I’m being serious,” she said, smiling back at you. “Go on a date with me.”

And for a moment there, you really did contemplate on whether she was serious or not. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were still dreaming somehow. But Wanda’s face said it all.

You tried to fight the joyous smile that was making its way onto your face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeated.

With a soft smile on her face, Wanda leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, followed by a series of playful, affectionate pecks all over your face. The warmth of your bodies entwined was comforting, and Wanda couldn't help but admire the way your soft features looked in the morning light. She placed another gentle kiss on your lips, savoring the taste of sweetness against her mouth.

Wanda’s heart swelled with affection, feeling lucky to have you in her arms. And she’ll take you on that date, making sure she's the only thing on your mind, just like you were in hers.

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alotofpockets · 2 months

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I've got them | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You offer to watch Billy and Tommy. When Wanda sees you interracting with her kids, she realises her feelings towards you might be more than just a simple crush.

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“Come on Maximoff, you can't bail on Sunday brunch again.” Natasha shook her head, already knowing what her best friend was about to say. “You know I'd love nothing more than to join you guys, but I've got no one to watch the boys on Sundays since the weekend sitter moved away.” It was hard finding a sitter for the two energetic boys, especially when their mom was an Avenger.

You were walking into the room with mission debriefing rapports for the meeting the team was about to have and overheard the conversation. “I’m free Sunday, I don’t mind watching them.” Wanda’s eyes shoot up to you. “Oh that would be too much-” Natasha interrupts her. “That would be much appreciated.” With a nudge from her best friend Wanda agrees. “Alright then, I have to get these to Tony, but find me in my office later for the details?” You wave the stack of papers in the air. “Yeah, sure.” Wanda responds before you smile in her direction and are off again.

“Why did you do that?” Wanda shoves Natasha away from her. “Well, you clearly like y/n, and she’s met the boys before. See it as a way for them to bond, and then you can finally tell her how you feel.” Wanda’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “You really need to stop being my wing woman, and let me live my life.” Natasha sits down at the meeting table, as the rest of the team makes their way into the room. “Now what would be the fun in that?”

Once the meeting was done Wanda made her way over to the office wing of the Compound. Walking the familiar path to your office made her chest warm, Natasha’s words were true. Wanda had a crush on you for about three months now, never had she said those words out loud, but over time she would start spending more and more time with you. Did she need to be on this side of the Compound? No, not at all, but she grasped every opportunity to spend time with you. On the other hand, you were loving the frequent visits from Wanda, always reserving some time in your schedule to spend proper time with her when she would show up.

“Hi Wands, how was the meeting?” She shrugged her shoulders, “Nothing special. I do have these for you, though.” She hands you the file with meeting notes. It had been quite some time now that Wanda brought these to you, instead of Fury or Cap, you were more than happy to receive them from her though. “So, Sunday?” Wanda’s face turned serious quickly. “You really don’t have to watch the boys, it’s too much to ask anyways.” You smiled at her warmly, “First off, you didn’t ask, I offered. Second off, I would love to watch them, they seem like great kids.” You discuss further details until you both have to get back to work.

That’s how you found yourself on the doorstep of the Maximoff household on Sunday. Wanda let you in while the boys were running around the living room chasing each other. “Boy’s, y/n is here, can you please come say hi.” They came to a halt in front of you, “Hi.” They said simultaneously. “Hi kiddos, it's good to see you again.”

Wanda showed you around the house for a bit, so you knew where to find everything you might need. “Okay, and call me if anything is wrong, I can be back in 5 minutes.” You stopped her with your hands on her shoulders, “I’ve got them, Wands. Go have fun with your friends.” You didn’t miss the way her eyes widened slightly, and her breath hitched. “Alright, thank you again.” She turned to her kids, “Boy’s be nice, I’ll be back in around two hours. I love you both.” The boys both smiled her way and said, “We love you too.”

The boys were getting tired from running around and plopped down next to you on the couch. “Seems like you two are in need of food, what would you like?” They both wanted bagels with cream cheese, so you headed into the kitchen to get that ready for them as well as for yourself.

During lunch Billy and Tommy asked you all kinds of questions to get to know you better. Do you have superpowers? What do you do for the Avengers? How do you know our mom? You answered all of their questions happily. Tommy was up next with another question, “Who is your favourite Avenger?” You smiled, “That’s easy, your mom is my favourite Avenger.” They both shared a look and started giggling, “Why?” It didn’t take long for you to answer, “Well, your mom is really kind, and cares a lot about people. She always makes sure the rest of the Avengers are well taken care of. And of course her red wiggly woos are pretty cool.” The boys giggled at the last part of your reasoning. “Is your mom your favourite Avenger too?” Both boys nod their heads instantly, “Mom is the best.”

After the boys helped you clean up the lunch dishes all on their own, they seemed to have found their energy right back. At first they started chasing each other again, but you had an idea that wouldn’t end up with one of them getting hurt. You connected your phone with the speakers in the living room and started some music. The boys halted their running and looked your way at the first sound of music. “You’re not going to make me dance alone right?”

The three of you were jumping around to the music when Wanda came back home, none of you realised though. You were too busy singing along to the music and twirling around together. Wanda watched the scene from the side of the room, her smile wide, and her heart full. She realised in that moment, while you were interacting with her kids that her feelings for you far exceeded those of a simple crush, she was falling for you hard.

You saw Wanda from the corner of your eye and moved towards her. “Dance with us?” You ask her with your hand held out.She places her hand in yours and lets herself get dragged over to the makeshift dance floor. After twirling her towards the boys, the four of you jump around together. The happy smiles on her children’s faces meant the world to Wanda, and the smile on her face meant the world to you.

A slower song came on, and you took Billy’s hand to let him twirl you around, which isn’t very smooth with the height difference but it was the fun you were having that counted. “You should dance with mom.” He said, pushing you towards Wanda. You tap on Tommy’s shoulder. “Excuse me sir, do you mind if I steal the lady for a dance?” He happily hands over the dance to you. Behind your back the boys high five each other, with smug smiles on their faces.

You slow dance with Wanda all throughout the song. The soft hint of her perfume spread around you, as you spun her around. Once the song came to an end you separated again, but something felt different. Neither one of you could wipe the smile off of your face. That was until you checked the time, “This has been a lot of fun, but I should head home.” Both Billy and Tommy come running towards you and engulf you in a big hug, “Thank you for hanging out with us today.” You hug them back, “We had a lot of fun.” They step away again as you tell them that you had a great time as well.

Wanda walked you towards the door and stepped outside with you. “Again thank you so much for doing this. I don’t know how I can repay you.” You smiled at the idea that popped up in your head. “How about you let me take you out on a date?” A smile started playing on Wanda's lips, “I would love that, let’s do it.”

“Mooom.” Was heard from inside the house. “Duty calls, text me the details?” With a nod and a wave, you make your way back to your car. You weren’t able to wipe the smile off of your face the whole drive home, you were going to go on a date with Wanda.

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togrowoldinv · 10 months

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Timeless

Milf!Wanda x Female Reader

After you meet Wanda’s boys for the first time, she finally takes that next relationship step with you

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (W receiving), thigh riding, slight mommy kink, Wanda and R’s first time

Note: I just think that milf Wanda… enjoy!

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When you first met Wanda, you knew something shifted. You weren’t usually one to go to parties, but your friend Natasha had convinced you to come.

All it took was one glance at Wanda from across the crowded room and you knew she was someone special.

You got up the courage to speak to her, and the two of you talked for hours. Even with the loudness of the crowd, it felt like no one else was there.

She told you about her sons. You listened intently as she recalled a story about the boys tricking her into letting them have cake batter for dinner. Wanda giggled as she spoke about the twins. You couldn’t wait to learn more about the woman.

So, when Wanda asked for your number, you gave it to her happily. You’ve been on three dates since then. Tonight, Wanda is introducing you to her sons.

You swallow your nerves and knock on her front door.

“Y/n! Come on in,” Wanda says, opening the door further.

“These are for you,” you say. You hand her the bouquet of flowers and she kisses your cheek in thanks.

“The boys are upstairs playing,” Wanda remarks. “They’re excited.”

You follow her further into the house and watch as she flawlessly cooks dinner and puts the flowers in a vase simultaneously.

“I’m excited too. And nervous,” you admit.

“Oh, don’t be nervous, baby. I promise I am doing this because I know they’ll like you. Me and my boys are a package deal, you know?”

You nod in understanding. You want this to go well so badly that you are practically bursting with anticipation.

Wanda starts some small talk as you recount how your respective days went. When dinner is ready, she calls for the twins.

“Billy! Tommy! Dinner!” She calls up the stairs. “They got some new video game, and I can’t drag them away from it.”

Before you can reply, the boys come running down the stairs.

“What did I say about running?” Wanda scolds them lightly.

“Sorry, sorry,” they reply.

“That’s alright,” she says. Then turns to you. “Boys, I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is Mommy’s friend y/n.”

“Hello Ms. y/n,” one of the boys greets you. “I’m Tommy.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommy. And that makes you Billy,” you greet the other boy. “You look so much like Wanda.”

“Is that a good thing?” He asks, his eyebrow sweetly raised in question.

“It’s a great thing,” you say, shooting Wanda a smile. Her cheeks tinge a light pink.

Wanda shuffles all of you into the kitchen. She made spaghetti, one of the things she knew the boys would eat, and it smells delicious.

The family enjoys light conversation, and you add comments randomly. Everything seems to be going really well. There is lull in the conversation, so you decide to make an effort to learn more about the boys.

“So, your mom tells me y’all have a new video game,” you say. The boys’ attention turns to you. “What game is it?”

“The new Mario one,” Billy says.

“Yeah, it’s so fun!” Tommy adds.

“That’s so cool! I used to play Mario when I was a kid,” you reply.

“We can show you after dinner,” Tommy says.

“Now, Tommy our guest may not want to play Mario,” Wanda jumps in. “Plus, it’ll be your bedtime.”

“But- can we play just 30 minutes?” Billy asks. He pouts. “Mom please!”

“Yeah, please Mom!” Tommy adds.

Wanda looks to you.

“I’m with them. Please Mom may we play?” You ask. Wanda can’t ignore the way it makes her core ache when you called her mom.

“Fine. 30 minutes and then bedtime,” Wanda relents.

A chorus of thank yous comes from the other three of you. Wanda shakes her head affectionately.

The boys run off to get the game set up and you help Wanda clean up dinner.

“You know I’m beginning to think I’m going to be teamed up against very often,” Wanda says, handing you a dish to put in the sink.

“Sometimes I’ll be team Wanda,” you say. You kiss her cheek. “Hey, did you see how happy they got when I said I’d play?”

Your beaming smile makes Wanda lean in and kiss your lips. You kiss her back.

“I told you they’d love you,” Wanda says.

“I’m happy,” you say.

“Me too, dorogoy.”

You and Wanda scale the stairs to meet the boys upstairs in the bonus room. Tommy is already playing and Billy hands you a remote. They are surprised by your skills at the game, especially Wanda.

You try to impress her with every move you make. It works. Wanda is completely enamored by you. Especially when you take the time to show them both how to pass a hard level.

Bedtime comes too soon. You stay in the room as Wanda escorts the boys to the bathroom to brush their teeth. She stops back by the door on the way to their bedroom.

“They’re requesting you help tuck them in,” Wanda says.

“Is that okay?” You ask her.

“Of course,” she says.

You walk with Wanda to the bedroom and keep your distance, but you still say goodnight to the boys. You hear them ask if you’ll be there in the morning. Wanda says you just might be. With that, you turn off the light and Wanda closes the door behind you.

“Can you stay a little while?” Wanda asks a little shyly.

“I can stay as long as you’d like.”

Wanda smiles when you take her hand. You two go back downstairs. She pours you both a glass of wine. You settle on the couch together. Wanda is practically in your lap as she snuggles close.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Wanda says. When you throw her a confused glance, she continues. “They haven’t had someone interact with them like that in years. Their dad, he was much more into playing the games and all of that. Since he passed, they haven’t had as much fun as they did tonight.”

“Oh, yeah of course. I want to get to know them. They are your whole heart and that’s what I want to love and protect,” you explain.

“They are my whole heart,” Wanda agrees. You place a hand on her thigh. She feels butterflies in her stomach. “But I think I have plenty of heart to go around.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “Enough for me?”

“More than enough for you.” Wanda grins. “Do you want to go to my bedroom?”

“Wanda, are you sure?” You ask her. This hasn’t happened yet. You’ve been respectful of her boundaries, knowing that she hasn’t been in this situation in years.

“I’m ready,” she says. “If you want to, that is. I understand if-”

You cut her off with a kiss. One with more passion than you’ve ever shared before. You take the wine glass out of her hand and place it on the coffee table. As you keep kissing her, Wanda stands up and pulls you into her bedroom.

You reach your hands under her shirt hem and wait for her permission. She nods. You slip the fabric over her head to reveal a perfectly sculpted chest and abdomen.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful Wanda,” you tell her. You reconnect your lips with hers. Her hands wander over your body as she slips your shirt off as well.

You reach behind her to unhook her bra, but you stop and once again wait for permission.

“Yes,” Wanda says. “Yes to everything. Just do it.”

Her eyes are hungry. You’ve only dreamt of this moment, so feeling her right now is absolutely unreal.

You take her nipples in your mouth and suck. Wanda gasps and holds your head in place. She hasn’t felt like this before. One hand plays with the other nipple while the other unbuttons Wanda’s jeans.

You slip your hand down the front of them, and she groans. Her wetness seeps through her panties as you brush your fingers over her.

“That feels so good,” Wanda mumbles. You grin and pull away from her breasts.

You take her pants the rest of the way off and pull her panties down to join them. Wanda moves to lie back on the bed. Taking off your own pants, you watch as her perfect legs spread for you.

“My god, you’re stunning,” you tell her.

“Me? Look at you,” Wanda says. Her eyes rake over every inch of your body.

You straddle her waist and kiss her again. This time your breasts brush against hers and she grinds against your leg that’s slotted between hers.

“May I?” You ask, moving to lay between her legs.

“I already told you yes to everything,” Wanda says. The sass dripping within it makes the wetness between your own legs increase.

“Fuck me,” you mumble.

“I plan on it,” she replies.

You dive into her core. You lick her pussy, and she shivers. Her hand comes to your hair as she keeps you against her.

“Oh, right there,” Wanda groans. “Fuck.”

It doesn’t take much longer before Wanda falls apart at your touch. You work her down from her high. You lick her clean and she pulls you up for a kiss.

She moans at the taste of herself on your tongue. Her noises make you try to relieve the ache between your legs. You rub against her thigh.

“Do you need to come, baby?” Wanda asks, her voice dripping with lust. She pulls you closer so that your folds align with hers. “We’ll do it together. Okay? Can you come with mommy?”

Her eyes go wide at her own words, but when you close your eyes in pleasure and move your hips faster, she grins.

“Fuck mommy, please,” you say.

“Come on, baby,” Wanda says.

Your movements become erratic. Wanda’s do too. The two of you come together, shouting each other’s names. When your movements stop, you two kiss and Wanda rests her head on your shoulder. You continue to straddle her lap.

“That was amazing,” she mumbles against you.

“So worth the wait,” you say.

“Thank you,” Wanda says. “For waiting. And for taking a chance on me.”

“It was meant to be, Wands. In another life, you still would’ve turned my head.”

The woman pulls her head away from your shoulder and you kiss her properly. You spend the rest of the night holding each other close and discussing your future.

You wake up to the sound of little feet running around the floor. Wanda grins at you in the morning light.

You were always supposed to find this. Your relationship with Wanda and her boys is timeless.

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Hello, Abby

I would like to request for a story about R and G!pWanda have financial problems, then they decide to be p*rn creators because they think it's the best way to earn money so fast. One day they set up the challage for their fans: who donate the most will be able to meet them and have dinner, which G!pNat happens to be the lucky one. Things are getting intense and Nat finally get to f*ck R while Wanda watching, dirty talking, and jerking herself off. Or they both f*ck R in both holes.

Thank you! I love all of your works❤️❤️❤️

The Lucky Winner

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader, WandaNat x reader

Word count: 3,148

Warnings: smut, threesome, public sex, punishment, jerking off, masturbation, cunnilingus, R and Wanda are porn stars, Wanda and Nat both have dicks, degrading, pet names, praising, jealousy, mentions of bisexual!R, slightly manipulative!Wanda, financial struggles, breeding, no protection, thinks that’s it!

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Look, it’s all we can do right now! We can barely afford to eat, Y/N, would you rather fucking starve?” Wanda yelled, now standing from the table you sat at. The loud sounds of the pipes creaking and neighbors next door who were, once again, partying like college students.

“That’s not what I’m saying-”

“Then what? Why can’t we just do this, for us?” She spoke, a little softer this time.

“I want this money, Wanda, I do. I want to be able to go on dates or go out with friends or be able to have more than a meal a day, I do. But there are so many downsides too. I mean- what if one of our friends see it? Or better yet, our bosses! And how am I supposed to deal with the fact that I’m not the only one seeing your sexy body.” She stifled a laugh as you came to a close, a small pout forming on your lips. She grabbed both of your hands in hers, kissing the backs of them and kneeling in front of where you sat.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry.” She wiped the tears on your cheeks, you never liked arguing with her. “I know it won’t be easy, but just like you said, imagine all the dates we could go on. We’d get to live, not just survive. It will be weird at first, especially when we’re showing our bodies off to a bunch of horny dudes to jerk off to, but you just need to think of the outcome, love. I want to spoil you, but I can’t do that if we don’t do this.” She had always been so convincing and deceiving, some would call it manipulation, but you called it love. She loved you enough to worry about you and to want to get you both out of this mess. It was all for the money, you’d have to tell yourself, but you knew it would all be okay if you just had Wanda by your side through it all.

And that ended up being true. It had been almost a year since you two had started, and while she was telling the truth when saying it would be weird at first, you both eased into it over time. It had made you beyond the amount you could ever imagine from your old job, that you both decided to quit. You wanted more free time together, less stress. And with this job, you didn’t need to worry about your bank accounts any longer. You two had enough to get by and treat yourself a little bit at the end of each week.

In celebration of the near one-year mark of your shared account, you two had decided on what to do for your lovely fans. You thought of making a longer video, but realized that would’ve gotten boring for the audience. Then you thought about a live stream where your viewers could comment in the moment, telling you both what to do. Only to then realize some would be busy at work or in a different timezone, they wouldn’t be able to join.

Then it came to you, a competition. If you had multiple people bidding on one thing, it would bring in more money and would make it all the more thrilling and exciting for your fans. You brought the idea up to Wanda, hoping she’d agree, but she wasn’t always the best at doing so.

“Are you kidding me? You really think I’m gonna let you go on a date with some pervy old man who just wants to fuck you?”

“Wanda, we’d both be there. And it wouldn’t just be me getting fucked, it would be like a threesome, you’d be there too.” She looked at you dumbfounded, like you just told her you sold her house and kidnapped her dog.

“You really think some gross man would want to fuck me? I have a dick, Y/N, you should know that better than anyone else.” Your cheeks tinted the tiniest bit at her remark. But it was true, before you she was a virgin, as were you. And she hasn’t been with another person ever since she asked you out that one night, she’d be an idiot to do so.

“You never know, maybe it won’t be a man.” She sighed, massaging her temples as if she was handling toddlers.

“Okay, you’re really cute, Y/N, you are, but you don’t need to be a dumbass. 97% of our fans are males, and you think we’d somehow get that 3% of luck? Not to mention that it won’t be all of our fans so that percentage lowers. And not to mention they’re probably all broke, the highest bid will be a man, darling.”

“Ah, you said ‘will’! So, what do you say? We can get it over with and we’ll set some boundaries of what they can and can’t do, just to make sure we’re both more comfortable with the thought.” You gave her your best puppy-dog eyes in hopes she’d say yes, and while she did an amazing job at disagreeing with you, she was horrible at denying you.

“Fine. But, most of that money is going towards that new car I wanted, deal?” You nodded your head quickly, scaring her with your willingness to do such a thing. Creating the account was her idea at first, but you mostly ran the show now with your eagerness. It worried her sometimes, but it was so cute getting to fuck you in front of a camera with hundreds of thousands watching, knowing they’ll never get to touch. But now someone will, and she didn’t like that. But just like she had said at the beginning, it was all for the money. Oh, how she was starting to regret that statement.

“You ready, babe?” You were both standing outside of the restaurant, preparing yourself for a long night. You wore a red dress with a small slit at the end, your shoulders being on display with the loose spaghetti straps adorning them. Wanda wore black dress pants with a dark blue button-up, the top being unbuttoned just enough to barely get a glimpse of her bra.

“Of course, I am, darling.” She smiled, hoping it would convince you enough. It did, and you gracefully opened the glass doors, letting Wanda walk in a moment before you and then following.

“This guy better at least be cute if he’s fucking you. Wait- no, if he’s cute, I’ll kill him.” You chuckled at her possessiveness, rubbing her arm gently while you stood in line to ease her nerves.

“You know the only dick I want is yours, baby.” She grinned to herself, trying to hide her emotions as a worker came up to her, guiding her to where she would be sat.

You both sat there patiently as you waited for your third party to arrive, looking through the wine menu. The best part was that you didn’t need to look at the costs once, already having the whole thing covered by your generous tippers.

“Is this guy really standing us up?”

“Hey, if so, it sucks to be him.” The two of you were interrupted by a woman, who you at first thought must’ve been your waitress.

“Y/N and Wanda?”

“Uh, yes?” You both looked more than confused on how she knew your name, until it clicked in your brain on why you were even here in the first place.

“Perfect. I was your winner.” She sat down across from the two of you, who both had mouths parted slightly. She chuckled at your reaction before grabbing the menu, speaking in a calm yet unbelievably attractive tone. Wanda thought the same.

“I know, I bet you two were expecting a man.” You looked to Wanda to see her nodding, her eyes landing on the woman’s lipstick-covered lips.

“Well, I hope I didn’t disappoint.”

“No, not at all!” You spoke, a little too loud and causing an older lady from the other table to glance at you. You shyly looked down, rubbing the back of your neck and focusing your attention once again on the paper in front of you, even though you already knew what you were going to get.

“Awh, don’t get all shy on us now, baby,” Nat remarked, not seeming to care the way Wanda tensed up at her words. Her high heel grazed against your leg under the table, and the thoughts running through your mind were less than holy.

“So, Wanda, since this one is clearly a bit nervous right now, how did you two meet?” The conversation between them both went on for a few minutes until your waiter arrived, writing down everything you three asked of him, it was clear that he was new.

“Y/N? Why don’t you speak when you’re spoken to, alright?” Wanda said to you, muttering the words in your ear just loud enough for Nat to hear. She smirked, noticing the way goosebumps adorned your arms the more she spoke. You must not have heard what the two had said to you before, your thoughts being even louder than them.

“I’m sorry about them, they get a little shy sometimes.” You rested your hands in your lap, playing with your fingertips as the two spoke of you as if you weren’t even there.

“Oh, don’t worry, I think they’re just the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen.” She stared you down, biting her lip as she pictured how shy you’d be when she was in between your legs.

“You see, Y/N, I and your girlfriend aren’t so different after all.” That got both of your attention, watching with curiosity as she leaned back, and took a sip of her wine before speaking.

“In your…videos, you seem to just be a little cock-whore for Wanda. You’d do anything to get your mouth on her, you’re like an addict.” She started, humming to herself at the memories of the videos she had pleasured herself to many times, just wishing it was her fucking you instead. You were grateful for the loud tables near you, that way no one could hear the filth pouring out of her mouth.

“I wonder how addicted I can get you to mine in just one night.” Your eyebrows rose just enough for her to notice, a small laugh pooling from her mouth at you and Wanda’s shared reaction. She grabbed her purse from the table, standing up and giving you both her hand for you to follow. Wanda placed a hundred-dollar bill on the table and the three of you walked out. You guided her to the car that Wanda had been driving, letting her push you against the side as her lips connected with yours. Wanda watched, licking her lips and groaning when seeing her tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned, gripping the older woman’s arms as she held them by your head, refusing to let you go.

“Oh, Wanda, don’t be such a perv. If you’re going to watch at least help me a bit over here.” She kissed down your neck and to your exposed chest, smiling as it rose and fell rapidly. Wanda did as told, her hands running across your body like she’d never seen it before, but you all knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“That’s it? I’ve seen your videos, I know what you can do.” She looked around and Nat picked up on her worries.

“Really? You’re scared of people seeing you? Maybe you shouldn’t be posting your partner getting fucked by your cock every day then.” She gulped nervously, letting her fears slip away as she focused on you and your pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve been wanting to touch you since the day I saw you. Once I saw that offer, I knew I had to win. Then, I flew my private jet all the way over here, just so I could fuck you.” She pulled the small straps to your dress down your body, slowly letting the dress fall down your body as you were left bare in the warm night air. She dropped to her knees, grasping your thighs in her hands and pulling your hips forward.

“Ride my face, sweetheart.” You looked at Wanda for approval, only to see her palming herself through her pants. You looked back down at Nat, her hazy eyes staring into your own as you started a small, slow movement.

“I know you can do better than that, Y/N.” She mumbled against you, sticking her tongue out and letting you set your pace. You let out a deep breath, examining the parking lot that was completely empty besides for a few cars and the three of you. Your hips moved on their own as moans left you, your hands traveling to your breasts to tease them.

“Oh- yes! Fuck me, Natty, ruin me!” Wanda could feel a small pang of jealousy in her heart, but she couldn’t deny the act was so pleasurable.

“You like this, Wands?” You asked the woman, cupping her crotch and feeling the hardness through her slacks. “You like watching me getting fucked by someone else?” Your breath was ragged, and Wanda couldn’t stop herself from thrusting into your palm. She watched your hips rut against Nat’s face and whimpered, kissing you with full force to regain some sort of dominance. Nat moaned against you, and the vibrations are what tipped you over the edge. You shook in her hold, your hand clutching Wanda’s shoulder as you tried to get a hold of something.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me, love,” Natasha muttered against your skin, slowly standing up with your juices coating her tongue. She watched you depart from Wanda, a line of spit following after. Her fingers went to your chin, bringing you forward as you could taste yourself on her. Once she let you go, she did the same to your girlfriend, making out with her sloppily as she moaned at your taste.

“You’re such a slut, Wands, letting me fuck your girlfriend like that, don’t you have any dignity?” She stared into her eyes as she grasped your waist, pulling you close to her as you felt her bulge press against you.

“How pathetic do you have to be to get off to a stranger fucking your sweet little thing.” Wanda looked down in shame, but her hard-on proved otherwise. Nat laughed when noticing it, resting her hand on the bulge gently. For a moment, Wanda thought she would go easy on her, until Nat pulled her hands back to slap her covered cock. She mewled, thrusting into the pleasurable pain that Nat gave her.

“Look at this. Look at your pathetic girlfriend, Y/N, can’t believe you settled down for something like that.” You wanted to speak, you really did, but it was nearly impossible to do so. Nat unbuckled her pants, gripping your hand in her own and guiding it to the waistline of her boxers. You shuddered as you felt her, she had to have at least a few inches on Wanda. In a moment of confidence, you grasped her cock in your hands softly, letting it free from its confinements. You stroked her length, watching as her mouth twitched open and her eyes shut. You turned to Wanda, doing the same and relishing in the way they both chased after your hand. You ran your thumb over their tip ever so slightly whenever you got the chance, watching as they mumbled incoherently and panted against you.

“Mm, look who’s putty in my hands now.” You stated, licking your lips as pre-cum drooled out of both of their lengths. You wanted to taste them, but you wanted them inside of you at the same time.

“You act so tough, Natty, but in reality, you’re just a slut desperate for anyone’s touch.” You fired back, teasing her for all the degrading words she used earlier on. She whimpered, cupping your dripping wet cunt, teasing her fingers through your folds and teasing your clit.

“You get yourself off every day to two people fucking, just wishing someone would touch you the way I do. So instead, you waste thousands of dollars just to get your hands on someone, talk about pathetic.” Your lips quirked up, thinking you had her completely under your control. Oh, how wrong that was. She gripped your wrist harshly, slamming your front against the side of the car, your body being on display for the both of them. Natasha pressed her head against yours, her mouth next to your ear as she whispered,

“I guess being a nasty slut really is all you can fucking do.” Wanda stood next to her, her tip teasing your entrance before she slipped in with ease. You sighed contently when the head of her cock entered you, only to throw your head back when the rest of her joined. She shivered at your warmth, creating a slow pace of dragging herself in and out of you.

“You’re still mine, baby. You’re still my fucking bitch.” Wanda whispered against you, her head in the nape of your neck as Nat watched with her cock in her hand.

“Oh, God-”

“Yeah, I’m your God, baby.” Her teeth ran across your neck before pressing down, a whimper escaping your lips as you felt her tongue soothing the pain.

“Good girl, Wands, you’re fucking our girl so well.” She clenched her teeth at the word ‘our’, her jealousy overruling the coil in her stomach that had been building up.

“You gonna cum, Wanda? Hm? You gonna get our slut pregnant?” She nodded, unable to speak as she chased her high. You had already been on birth control ever since high school, so you didn’t need to worry about pregnancy, but it had always been a deep desire of Wanda’s. The fascination grew on you, and soon enough, you were begging her to cum inside of you every night.

“Oh- fuck! I-I’m-” She was cut off by her orgasm, her juices painting your walls white as your bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

You didn’t get to experience your high as, once Wanda had released, she was already starting to pull out.

“Wait-”

“Ah, ah, bad girls don’t get to cum, Y/N.” You were suddenly turned around, your body weak as your breath was too. You noticed a small gathering near the end of the street, they wouldn’t be able to see you from here but if they got any closer you would’ve been caught. The two of them seemed to notice this too and opened the door to the back seat for you.

“Now, put on your dress and get in the car. Me and Wanda want to fuck you properly this time.”

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