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Somewhere In The Multiverse (W.M)

Scarlet Witch x Fem!MultiverseVariantReader! (Avengers AU)

Summary: After Westfield, as The Scarlet Witch, Wanda is in her endless journey to find her boys through the multiverse until one particular universe caught her attention.

Warning: None, I guess this is just something domestic with a sprinkle of angst. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/n: Hello! I'm back! I finally got this fic done after a while. I wrote the parts towards the ending when I'm down, so I couldn't really focus. Please bear with me if some part a little wonky or doesn't make sense. lol. Anyway, happy reading!

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Five long dreadful years after Vision died and a guilt filled year after everything that happened in Westview, Wanda still desperately searches for her happiness. The longing for the happy life with Vision and her twin sons drew her to the Darkhold.

To Wanda, it’s the only way for her to get them back. Being the fast learner and powerful witch she is, she easily figured out ways to look around in different universes.

Universe after universe, Wanda sees different kinds of happy life her variants have with them. She can hear her son’s laughter. Different scenarios of life she dreamt about exist in another universe until there’s one that intrigues her.

In this one universe, no matter how many times she sees through it, Wanda only sees Billy and Tommy. They live happily just like in the others but she never sees herself nor Vision in it. The more she observes it the more she is drawn to it. Questions popped up in her mind. Do Vision and her exist in that particular universe? With whom do Tommy and Billy live? Who is the person behind their laughter and smile?

Wanda spends more time focusing on it and clues start to show up. She starts to see another figure with her twin sons, you.

Wanda never gets the chance to see your face. Every single time she tries to find out, she can only see the back of you. She doesn’t recognize you, your voice nor from your appearance. All of these surely drags her curiosity up to the surface of her mind.

With all the spells and ritual she learnt from The Darkhold, she decided to pay this universe a visit.

With an ease, Wanda gets into this different life in a different world yet seems to be familiar. She looks around and she figures that she is in the house where her sons live. Wanda instantly feels peaceful. At first it felt weird for her about how much she feels like she is home.

It's really calm and quiet. The house feels warm and cozy in her heart. Just like how she always dreams about even though part of her is wondering where the twins are. All the colors, furniture and decoration around seems like welcoming her home.

Wanda continues wandering around, her sights jumping from one spot to another. She even feels that she is attached to this universe, something that she never feels when she watches the others. Her hands start to touch around the couch, the coffee table and she lands her interest on one black shelf near the televisions. She found some books, a few of them are the ones that she read before. Her fingers keep slowly sliding around the lines of books on the shelves.

Another shelf on the other side really caught her attention. A mix of rows of movies and records on it. Wanda tilts her head curiously as soon as she sees a series of old sitcoms. Including her favorite ones that she used to watch with her parents. The urge she has inside her to pull the movies out and play it but she manages to control it and just looks at them with her glossy green eyes.

Wanda proceeded to look around more. She sees pictures on the walls, other tables and more shelves. A shaky soft gasp escaped her lips. She takes a closer look at the hung frames with mixed pictures of Tommy and Billy.

Wanda sees pictures of Tommy with his baseball team and a picture of him holding a big fish that he caught when he went fishing with you. She continues looking at the next pictures. She sees a picture of Billy winning his archery competition and all other random silly pictures of both of them.

Tears started to slowly fill her eyes. She can feel her hands getting a little shakier. Without hesitation, Wanda gently touches the face of the twins in the picture lovingly. Her lips quivered, a huge wave of emotions suddenly crashed onto her.

All mixed up feelings fill her heart, even Wanda herself doesn’t even know if it was happy tears or sad ones.

She wipes her tears right after she finds a few more pictures. Pictures that have herself from this universe in it with brown hair all smiling together with you in it. She sees you kiss her cheeks in one picture and she hugs you so close in the other. Some pictures have the four of you in it, as a happy family. Slowly bits and pieces of Wanda’s own conclusion start to gather around her mind. A little stack of mail on a table caught her attention.

“Y/n Y/L/N” Wanda mumbles under her breath reading the name on the envelopes. Wanda figures that it’s your name.

All of a sudden, Wanda hears something and it breaks her focus on the pictures. She is aware that someone is coming.

She hears familiar voices and suddenly she hears Billy scream for help. “Tommy, help me!”

“My boys.” she says under her breath at the same time with red wisps showing up wrapping around her hands. Wanda was ready to fight whoever dared to hurt them.

“No. This is why I suggested you pick a violin for the music class, not the Cello. Now, you can barely bring your other school stuff because it’s bigger than you.” Tommy replies with his straight to the point thoughts.

Wanda’s red wisps quickly disappeared and she let out a relieved sigh. A smile curves on her face hearing the conversation but right away turns to a confused frown after she hears your voice.

“Tommy, be nice to your brother and help him please. My hands are full with the groceries.” Wanda notices how gentle you talk to the boys and it draws her smile back. “Okay, okay. I’ll help you.” Tommy agrees in defeat.

Few seconds later, Wanda manages to manipulate the surroundings as soon as you and the twins walk into the house. Neither you or the boys see her there. Wanda hears Tommy’s complaining question. “Who likes to listen to Cello anyways?” The boys take off their shoes in random spots while you walk to the kitchen.

“Mommy does. So do I. You boys have to be supportive of each other, okay.” You answered as you put all the groceries on the kitchen counter. “Okay, Mama.” The twins’ voices overlap each other.

Wanda was surprised when they called you Mama. Are they your kids too? What about Vision? What happened to him? With all those confused and intrigued thoughts she follows them to their room, watching them put all their school stuff back to their shared bedroom but right after that they run back to the kitchen to help you.

It was very difficult for Wanda to hold herself back to not appear in front of the three of you and hug the twins but she didn’t want to scare everybody. She continues watching in silence every move you make.

“Mama, are you going to make chicken paprikash on Mommy’s birthday?” Tommy asks with a cute tone.

“Yes, I will, sweetheart.. We will celebrate it together with her favorite food.” you answer with a soft smile. Wanda has been too busy with the Darkhold and the multiverse and hearing that reminds her that it’s almost her birthday too. Since Pietro died, Wanda never celebrated her birthday anymore, she could care less about it. Surprisingly, what she is seeing from you and the boys drags her curiosity about this whole birthday thing in the next week.

Wanda spends the rest of the day watching you and the boys, thinking that the variant of herself in this universe will come. Wanda is really curious to see her but at the end of the night she starts to wonder why the variant isn’t home yet.

Seeing you put the boys to bed and you get ready to bed after as if you have been doing it by yourself for quiet sometimes makes her think of a temporary conclusion that your Wanda probably is on a mission.

Wanda keeps going back to your universe in the last few days, watching how your days and life go with the twins. The longer Wanda is around you and watches everything, the more she sees that you are very great with the twins. You take very good care of them and it’s undeniable that they love you so much. The boys are very close with you. They make you laugh as much as you make them. It warms Wanda’s heart seeing everything. Sometimes she doesn’t even realize that a smile always curls up on her face whenever she sees you smile and laugh. Wanda’s adoration towards you slowly built up in the last few days.

Sometimes you can feel someone’s watching or even feel like a familiar figure is in the room with the three of you. There are these unexplainable feelings you feel in you. You feel like you are complete again whenever you feel that presence around after all these years. You feel.. less lonely but you shrug the feelings off, thinking it was just probably because you miss your Wanda so much.

Days have passed and today is Wanda’s birthday. Deep down she is excited to see what will you and the boys do today even though part of her knows that it’s all for her variant, not her.

Wanda sees you wake up but she can’t figure out if you look happy or sad. It’s your Wanda’s birthday, why wouldn’t you look happy? Her thought starts to wonder. You sit up but your head hangs low as your hands cover your face for a few seconds as you take a deep breath. “Happy birthday Wanda.” you mumble under your breath. Confused, Wanda’s head tilted a little.

Your hands rub your face and you try to make a smile as soon as you hear running steps coming to your room and Wanda notices everything.

The crease on her forehead fades right away and a smile comes up right after she sees Billy and Tommy come into the room and get on the bed to hug you.

“Ma! Oh great, you are awake!” Tommy exclaimed.

“Oh good morning to both of you, my little monkeys! Of course I’m awake.” You tease them as you hug them back.

“Yeah Tommy. Mama wouldn’t forget Mommy’s birthday today. She already got everything planned, right Mama?” Billy asks.

“Of course! We gonna cook mommy’s favorite dish—”

“Paprikash! It’s our favorite too!” The boys’ voices overlap competing to finish your words. You laugh. “Yes, yes. Paprikash, it’s our favorite.” Wanda accidentally chuckles watching all the sweet conversation that is happening. You quickly look back to where you thought you hear the little chuckles. You could’ve sworn you hear a familiar sound behind you and again, you feel the warm presence. Wanda takes notice of what is going on.

“Oh and the cake! Will you let us help make the cake too?” Tommy questions you and brings your focus back on them.

“Of course buddy. I always let you and your brother make Mommy’s cake. She always likes the cake you two make.” you playfully play with their hair.

“Yes!” Billy and Tommy exclaimed excitedly at the same time and did high fives with each other. “Okay okay, now go take a shower and get ready for the day. I will make breakfast for you. After breakfast, I want you to do your homeworks first before you two go playing. I will let you boys know when it’s time to cook and bake for Mommy’s birthday okay?” You gently tell them and they nod before they both run out of your room.

Meanwhile you, you walk towards where you felt the warm presence earlier. Wanda nervously takes a step back when you get closer. Her brain was sure and remembered what she learnt from the dark hold that you shouldn’t be able to see her or know that she was there after she casted this particular spell. Wanda can’t lie to herself that she feels this little spark and maybe a connection with you. Her heart skips a beat when you stand right in front of her.

“Wands, are you here? I miss you so much.” you whisper softly with a very sad desperate tone. Hearing your sad voice got her thinking that something isn’t right. It led her to pay more attention to little details that she might have missed.

Series of activities you and the boys have been doing and how much fun the three of you have draws Wanda’s urge to show herself to you but she knows it’s not the time just yet. At least not until she sees her variant.

The paprikash and the cake are finally ready and it’s still only the three of you. Wanda is perplexed even more when you and the boys do not even bother to wait and have the dinner together then proceed to the cake.

Her own curiosity is killing her when Billy, Tommy and you sing happy birthday without the variant is even there. You blow the candles together right after.

No video call or call? What’s going on? Perhaps she is on a secret mission that doesn't even allow a simple birthday call?

At the end of the night, you put the boys to bed. Wanda follows you walk to the kitchen to do the dishes.

You look calm at first, doing your chores. The house sounds a lot more quiet when the boys are asleep, soft low volume from the TV makes its way to be heard every now and then. Wanda notices little changes on your facial expressions gradually. She thinks that you look exhausted but as Wanda is turning around to go to check on the boys she hears you start to cry.

She finds you bawling in such sadness. Wanda starts to think that you look broken-hearted. Between sniffling and crying, you mumble but clear enough for her to hear. “I miss you so much, Wanda. I really wish you were here. I wish you never did what you did. Please come back.”

Seeing how hurt you are and how you mumbled in anguish makes Wanda’s heart ache and curious at the same time. What happened? Does it mean her variant isn’t on a mission as Wanda thought she was?

You start to sob as quietly as you can. Standing behind you, she feels the urge to calm you down even though she doesn’t really know you. Her eyes slowly turn glossy. Wanda can’t help it. Unbeknownst to you, she casted a spell and made herself slowly visible.

“Y/n, I–i’m so sorry for whatever happened to your..uh partner.” She said hesitantly yet full of concern for you as she gently touched your shoulder.

Wanda didn’t think it through. What she just did startled you. You gasp loudly and turn around in a split second very very shocked. Your face instantly loses its color as if you just saw a ghost, the ghost of the love of your life.

“Wa–Wanda? Is..Is..Is that you? No. No. That can’t be you. Who are you?!” You rapidly walk back to whichever direction you can just to get away from Wanda. You start to grab whatever you can reach and throw it at her. The twins’ plastic cup, forks, spatula, coffee mug, even a roll or paper towel. Her magic dodges everything right on time before it hits her. Panic and terrified, your instinct leads your hurried steps to your set of knives. You grab them one by one, and throw it at her with the thought of fighting for your life so you can go save the boys.

Once again, the red wisps do its work. It stops each knife at ease and keeps them frozen still mid air. One of the knives was stopped an inch right before her forehead. You see that she doesn’t even flinch. Wanda grabs it and puts it on the kitchen counter gently and then looks at you.

“Who the fuck are you? You are not Wanda.” you demand answers.

“I am Wanda Maximoff. Who–” Wanda answers but you didn’t let her finish.

“No! You are not Wanda! It’s impossible! My wife died five years ago.” you denied her and your voice starts to break. A little gasp breaks through Wanda’s lips after hearing what you just said but confusion takes over the surprised feelings in her.

The little silence of shocks puzzled you and got you thinking about what she wanted. Your instinct reminds you of your sons right away. “The boys.” You mumble and you quickly run. Unfortunately Wanda’s magic freezes you on the spot and you are floating mid air.

“Let me go! What do you want?!” you confronted her.

‘Tommy and Billy are in their room.” Wanda responds calmly. “What did you do to them?! Please don’t hurt them.” you said while you try to escape yourself from the red magic that limits your movements but it was all in vain.

“They are safe and sound asleep. I’m not a monster. I’m not going to hurt you or them. I will put you down and I just need you to tell me who you are and your life here.” Wanda offers you a one way deal.

Deep down you refuse to agree but it’s for the safety of your sons, you know better not to fight her or anything. You agreed in defeat.

Wanda gently lands you on the floor as she floats smoothly closer to you.

“Now tell me about your life here. No trick and no lies please.” she requested in a very soft voice.

You swallow down your fear hardly before you start telling her your life story. “You look like my wife, Wanda. She’s– she is the most amazing woman I have ever met. I was one of the scientists for S.H.I.E.L.D but then they transferred me to work with Tony and Bruce at the Avengers compound. That was where Wanda and I met.” Your eyes get glossy. Wanda notices your sad expression as she pays attention to everything you say but then you chuckle and smile a little talking more about your beloved deceased wife.

“She was a very shy person but once she got comfortable, she would turn into a very funny, caring and talkative person which made me fall for her. She is a great mother to our boys.” you continue as your hand starts to wipe the tears that slowly overfill your eyes.

“What happened to Vision? Where is he now?” Wanda’s forehead puckered as she asked another question.

You turn your head to her and answer the question with another question. “Who is Vision? I don’t know who you are talking about.”

“Vision, he–he was Jarvis and was created during Ultron’s attack on earth 616. Us, Avengers fought him and saved the world back then. Vision became one of us and that’s when Wanda– I–I meant that was when Vision and I got closer but Thanos killed him and uh– we have the boys, Tommy and Billy years after. It’s—It’s—It’s another thing that happened.” Her lips quiver shortly before she exhales a shaky breath while holding her tears back.

What Wanda just said really caught your attention that you shift yourself to face her. “Wait, what? Ultron’s attack? Earth 616? Did you say Jarvis was born? THE Jarvis, as in Tony’s AI? Thanos? Does this mean you are from another universe and the multiverse actually exists?” you start to ramble instant lines of questions.

“Yeah, Ultron. Ultron didn’t invade this universe? What about Thanos? What happened to me–I meant to your wife, Wanda?” Wanda took her turns asking your even more questions.

“Ultron happened here but everything worked out and there was no fight between The Avengers and Ultron in this universe. Jarvis is still Tony’s AI until now.” you explained.

“Tony’s alive? Jarvis still exists here? That’s why I didn’t see Vision here.” Wanda rambles out her thoughts to herself under her breath, connecting the dots.

“No Vision was created and yes, Tony’s still alive. Everybody is still alive, except.. Wanda.” you swallow hard when the memory hits you again, so hard that your heart aches. Sadness shows up in your face again. You feel Wanda’s hand holding you and it’s insanely bizarre that you feel the same comfort that you used to get when your Wanda did it.

“What happened?” Wanda hesitantly asks you with her soft voice.

“Thanos and his army came to attack. The Avengers were at war and fought them. I had a feeling that day, when I saw Wanda fly out of the compound with everybody else that I would never see her again even though she told me that she would come back for me and the boys.” tears start to fill your eyes to the brim slowly.

Wanda doesn’t know what to say when her mind comes up with a conclusion of what happened to your wife but she knows how you feel, she senses a great loss from you. Her heart feels yours aching. Her thumb rubbing the back of your hands and you continue your words.

“I was waiting and waiting and waiting for everybody to come back, for Wanda to come back. The second I saw Natasha and Clint at the door, I knew that—” you pause and swallow the lump in the back of your throat.

“I knew that I had lost her. Natasha told me that Wanda sacrificed herself to defeat Thanos and his army.” with that, you can’t hold your tears back anymore. You break in tears, sobbing your grief out.

Wanda quickly pulls you into her embrace. “Oh, detka. I know how you feel. Grief, loss and death are so hard to accept. Trust me, I know.” you cry even more once you hear Wanda’s voice calling you with the same exact pet names your wife always calls you with.

You asked Wanda more about what happened in her universe and her life. Wanda tells you everything from her childhood, Vision and including what happened at Westview. You both end up talking about everything all night.

Listening to everything that Wanda tells you while seeing her emotions through her eyes touches your heart. Knowing that Wanda lost her parents and twin brother just like your Wanda did brings out all the sympathy you have. It convinces you that this Wanda right in front of you is not a villain. You know your wife would do the same thing that happened in Westview if it happens to her.

“So, you were saying that the Darkhold and Multiverse exist? And you are The Scarlet Witch? There is only one Scarlet Witch in the multiverse and it’s you? This is crazy. I always have a theory that the Multiverse exists. I have been doing research and trying to find it so I can find—”

“Your wife?” Wanda finishes your sentence as if she has the same thoughts as you.

“Yes.” you admit.

“That’s what I was doing. I was so lost and alone. I just want my boys back and live a happy life with them. Then I saw this universe, the boys and you. I–I wanted to see why this universe looked different, no Vision and I didn’t see me either. I meant no harm to you or the boys.” Wanda’s eyes get teary. This time you pull her to a hug to comfort her.

“I understand, Wanda.”

After all the talk at night, the connection between you feels stronger. You agreed to let Wanda come visit to see the boys and you. Wanda humbly accepts even though you requested her not to show up to the boys just yet until you are sure and feel safe around her. All Wanda can do right now is to understand your request and it’s her way to thank you for your thoughtful decision.

Day by day and weeks by weeks, the more you and Wanda spend time together, the stronger the connections between you two. Wanda starts to smile again, so do you.

The hearts know what they want, slowly you and wanda start to fall for each other. You are slowly convinced that it’s time to let Wanda and the boys meet. It melts your heart to see Wanda’s smile when you tell her your decision.

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Billy and Tommy sit together waiting for you after you tell them that you need to talk with them. They smile at you right after they see you walk into the living room.

“Mama, we are not in trouble, aren’t we?” Tommy asks anxiously. “No, no you are not, silly. I just have something to tell both of you.” Tommy smiles again in relief after hearing your answer.

“What is it, Ma? Are you okay?” Billy lets out her question with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh, sweetheart, yes, I’m okay.” you answered in awe while Wanda watched everything discreetly under the invisible spell. Her heart races with excitement and nervous feelings at the same time.

“Well, Tommy, Billy, do you remember the theory that I always talk with you two about the Multiverse?” This time, it’s your turn pitching a question to them. You clear your throat as if it works to shrug off the nervous feelings you are having right now.

“Yeah, the one that you said you are trying to find?” Billy asks.

“Yes, darling. So, well, guess what? Multiverse exists!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Really?? Wow! That was awesome!” The boys respond with such a thrill. The twins are always interested in what you are working on and sciences. Sometimes you bond with them in the lab and the three of you always have a good time together.

“Wait, so it means there are other variants of me, Tommy and you in the multiverse?” Billy curiously asks you.

You can’t hold back your happy chuckles. “Yes, there are variants of us and also Mommy.”

They both gasp at the same time. “Mommy? Did you see her in the other universe?” Tommy gets closer to you as he asks you.

“Yes, yes I did.” you answered with a smile. Bubbles of joy burst in Wanda’s heart. Warmth spreads in her seeing their positive response.

“Does she look like our mommy, mama? Does–” Billy couldn’t wait her turn to ask you.

“Do you think she knows us, Mama?” Tommy interrupts her twin brother.

“Does she love as much as our Mommy does? Can we see her?” Billy chimed in with more questions. The boys’ voices overlap each other.

“Boys, boys. Okay, okay. Calm down. Wow, you two are very curious, aren’t you?” you giggle. The Maximoff brothers nod their heads rapidly followed by more smiles.

“How about you ask her yourself?” You suggest the idea as you tap their nose gently. Wanda takes it as her cue to show up. Their mouths slightly opened in amazement as soon as they saw Wanda.

“Hello, Billy, Hello Tommy.” Wanda greets them in a shaky voice, as she tries to keep herself together, holding her tears and smiling at the same time. Wanda walks closer to them slowly, trying not to scare them away.

The boys get off the couch and walk quickly to Wanda.

“Whoa, you look like Mommy.” Tommy comments. “I am your mommy, from another universe.” her tears roll down and Wanda quickly wipes it right before she crouches down to their eye level. As hard as you are trying not to cry but this view of Wanda and the boys really gets you. Tears escape the brim of your eyes.

“Can–can we hug you?” Billy shyly asks.

“Of course! Come here.” Wanda cries in happiness and extends her arms welcoming them in her hug. Tommy and Billy hug her hesitant at first but melt into the embrace a few seconds later. Wanda pulled them closer, cherishing every second of it with every piece of her. Tears escaped her eyes as she cried in happiness quietly. She never thought she would ever feel happiness again. Never in her mind since Westfield that she would be able to hug the twins ever again.

Wanda mouthed a thank you to you and seeing how happy, grateful she is, really touches your soul. You could really see the difference compared to how she was the first time you saw her that night. Right now, you could see how she really is, a devoted mom and a gentle loving woman.

The boys pull themselves back a little from the back. “Wow, you look exactly like her.” Billy comments in amazement as his eyes examine Wanda’s resemblance.

“I love both of you as much as your mommy does.” Wanda explains as she wipes her cheeks, a little smile shows up under the wet trails of her tears.

“So, you have your own Tommy and me? Where are they?” Billy asks curiously. You know it’s a hard question for her to answer so you try to stop it by changing the topic. “Billy, Tommy, why don’t you both show mommy–uh I meant uh Wanda the new set of legos you are building. I’m sure she would love to spend time with you two while I’m making dinner for all of us.”

The four of you spend the rest of the evening together. Wanda even helps you to put them to bed. Everything went well. The boys and you bond with her so easily as if there has always been natural connections between all of you, as if she is your wife and the mother of your sons from this universe.

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Almost a year after, Wanda still keeps coming back and forth from 616 universe to yours or sometimes she stays some nights there. You and Wanda have been dating for a few months. Everything has been great, the boys and you are getting a lot more comfortable having Wanda around.

Just like Wanda always envisioned before, the three of them often bake together. She gets more involved with the household and all the activities that four of you can do. Showing her around and how everything out there in your universe. There are some adjustments that she has to do but she doesn’t mind it at all.

Sometimes Wanda even goes with you to pick the boys up from school or comes to their theater school play. You and Wanda love each other. It feels like you have known her forever and Wanda finally feels like she’s home, with you and the boys.

Today is your and the boys’ first Christmas morning together with Wanda and it is a big day. You, Billy and Tommy have something planned. A surprise for Wanda.

The four of you are sitting near the fireplace with matching pajamas. You and Wanda smile while watching the boys open their presents. Laughter and joy fill your house.

“Boys, are you ready?” you gave them the cue. They quickly nod and grab a bigger square shape wrapped gift.

“It’s for you, Wanda.” you smile and tell her. Wanda’s cheeks blush and she smiles right away, followed by a little excited chuckles. “Aw, you guys. You don’t have to get me a gift.” she responds.

Wanda opens her gift and smiles. “Aw, did you boys draw this? It’s both of you, mama and…your mommy? Oh all four of you are in front of the fireplace and Christmas tree. This is really cute!” She asks while she looks excited yet confused.

“Yeah, they drew it and I reprint and enlarged it.” you explain while gently rubbing her back. The boys interrupt her thoughts while she is admiring the drawing.

“It’s us with Mama and you.” Tommy and Billy race each other to tell you about the drawing.

Wanda quickly raises her head and looks at the three of you, one by one slowly. “What?” she asks softly, trying to make sure if she heard it right.

“Yeah, it’s four of us just like how we are now.” Tommy added.

“Can we call you Mommy?” Wanda gasps gently as soon as she hears Billy’s question. She is lost at words. Her lips are slightly open, happy tears start to fill up to the brim of her eyes. Before she can even answer, Tommy says another thing.

“Yeah, our Mommy.”

With that the happy tears flow freely. “Yes, I’m always your mommy. You are my boys. Of course you can call me mommy.” Wanda pulls both of them in a tight hug. She closes her eyes, thinking that this is the happiest moment in her life after years of sadness and loneliness.

Little does she know, another surprise is coming. Tommy and Billy slowly get themselves out of Wanda’s warm loving hug and stand up straight, clearing their thoughts as if they are getting ready to do something.

To her surprise, the twins start to sing a song they made specially for her. She is astonished as soon as she hears the words they sing, asking her to move and live with them and with you. The way they call her their mommy in a serenade makes her heart leap. Happiness fills her like sunshine. Wanda can’t stop smiling ear to ear.

As soon as they are done singing, you ask her.

“Wanda, we love you. Will you move here and have a beautiful life with us as one family?” you ask as you look into her eyes and hold both of her hands.

“Yes, mommy! Please! Please! Come live with us and Mama.” Tommy’s and Billy’s thrilled voices overlapped each other as they jumped around in exhilaration.

“That has been my dream since I met all of you here. Yes, of course!” Wanda extends her arms, inviting the three of you into a group hug as a one happy family.

A/n: Welp, that's all for today peeps! I hope you enjoy this piece. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

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Two Months, Too Long

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT - Minors DNI! R is AFAB but no pronouns used, swearing, fingering (W receiving), strap on sex (W receiving), hints at oral sex (W receiving), if there are any I have left out please let me know

Word count: 1878

Summary: You and Wanda make up for lost time

A/N: This is just... pure smut... Have fun reading and let me know what you think! If you saw me post this before - no you didn't 👀

T/N: malyshka - baby

Thank you @therunawaykind for the gif! 🖤

SEXUAL CONTENT - Minors DNI!

Wanda all but tackled you when you arrived back at the compound. You barely got to say 'hi' to the others waiting for your group's arrival. She pounced on you after you had barely taken a few steps off the quinjet.

She dragged you through the building with urgency. It had to be some kind of record for you to have made it to your room post-mission.

Before the door had even fully closed she pinned you against it, her lips on yours taking your breath away.

Admittedly this might have been a result of you sending some explicit messages to her during your flight back.

It didn't take long for you to reciprocate the kiss, picking her up and pressing her against the adjoining wall. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't as desperate as Wanda at this moment, two months was a long time to be away from her.

With Wanda's legs wrapped around you, she wastes no time beginning to move her hips against you, your lips never slowing down, her hands in your hair pulling you impossibly close.

Heat was radiating off both of you wanting nothing more to be rid of your clothes. But there was no time for that, you needed to feel her.

Moving one arm further under Wanda to keep her up, the other moves to her front, hand finding the waistline of her shorts.

The warmth and wetness you find makes Wanda sigh and you groan, leaning your forehead against hers. She whimpers as your fingers run along her folds. You skip your usual teasing, and because you feel that she is ready, you push two fingers into her, a loud moan erupting from her throat.

"Oh, fuck," she whines, her warm breath blowing over your face.

You press a kiss to her lips then follow along her jawline to her ear. "You feel so fucking good," you say lowly, biting her ear lobe, never stopping the rhythm of your fingers.

Wanda arches her back when you find that sweet spot inside her. Her head is pressed heavily against the wall leaving her bare neck free for you, like a blank canvas ready to be decorated with different shapes and shades.

It doesn't take long for Wanda to reach her climax, squeezing around your fingers, nails scratching your scalp as she grips on to you, reaching her high.

You slow down your movements but don't ever stop, slowly pumping in and out of her. You pull back a little so you can look at her flushed face, "You got another one for me, baby? I know you do."

Wanda nods her head even though she knows it is a rhetorical question.

…

The two orgasms you got from her against the wall were just the beginning. They were even before either of you had removed any clothing.

Wanda is now under you on the bed, your strap already buried deep inside her.

The whole time since you had landed you haven't been more than a few inches apart, Wanda pulling you closer any time it seemed like you were going to step away from her.

She didn't let you remove your own clothing, she did it for you and was surprised when she found the harness already secured on you when she got to undressing your lower half.

You thought Wanda biting her lip smiling up at you would be the death of you. That was until she wrapped her lips around the toy to get it ready. Like it even needed it.

Your hips rut against her, getting as many sounds from her as you can. You are surprised the whole room isn't shaking with the way the bed is moving, the headboard hitting the wall rhythmically.

Wanda's fingers claw at your back and the nape of your neck as you kiss her, swallowing her whines. You move your lips down to her chest adding more marks to the ones you left there a few moments ago.

"I need more," she said breathlessly. She was close but needed a little nudge to reach her climax.

Wanda watches you with cinched eyebrows as you bring your thumb to your mouth to lubricate it. Her mouth falls agape when you press the digit to her clit, and when you rub tight circles around it she releases a deep moan.

Not stopping there you move your mouth to her breast, letting your tongue play with a hardened bud. It doesn't take long for her to fall over the edge after that.

You slow down but continue your movements to prolong her high and just watch her - eyes closed, mouth open in a silent scream, veins protruding from her neck as her body shakes with her release.

As Wanda's grip loosens, you make a move to pull out but she stops you, wrapping her legs around your waist, "Let me just feel you," she breathes out, still with her eyes closed in bliss.

You place soft kisses around her face - jaw, cheeks, nose and lips, then rest your forehead against hers once you are done. Your eyes focus on the rise and fall of her chest, catching her breath back.

Wanda loosely wraps her arms around your neck to bring you in to kiss you, languidly.

"I missed you so much, malyshka," she says, one hand cupping your cheek, her thumb rubbing your skin.

You hold her hand on your face, all your weight resting on your other arm, and kiss the palm of her hand then her wrist and finally her lips again.

Wanda's hips begin to move once more, making you smile into the kiss, your thrusts start up again to match her slow movements.

You pull away smirking, "And here I thought you were done for the night, princess."

"We have a whole two months to make up for," Wanda remarks, tightening her legs around you, "there is no way we're stopping yet," there it is again, that lip bite and smile.

You capture her lips once more, both of you desperate for the other. It is slow and sensual and leaves you both breathless.

This time when you pull away you move back onto your knees. Wanda misses your closeness instantly but can't question it when you get her to flip over.

Wanda presses back into you automatically, taking in the full length of the toy, wanting nothing more than for you to take her however you want. You hold her waist to still her, keeping her full. But you need to feel more of her against you, so you gather her hair and pull it around a fist, bringing her up so her back is flush against you.

You kiss her neck as you pull out slowly just to push all the way back into her. All Wanda can do is moan at the stretch.

She turns her head to kiss you messily.

With one arm around her waist to keep her upright you remove your hand from her hair to wrap around her body and squeeze a breast. In response she bites your lip hard. Both of you moaning at the sensations you are feeling.

As your hips move faster Wanda loses the rhythm. She can't keep herself upright and you can't hold her up any longer, so she falls forward. Giving you a clear view of the strap getting sucked back in by Wanda every time you pull out.

You bring your both hands to her hips, slamming into her, her mewls are muffled by the mattress. The strap has adjusted with all the movement and is also hitting you in just the right spot. Especially with the way Wanda is pressing herself back into you.

The sounds alone from Wanda could have been enough to make you cum, but now? You know you won't last long so you move one hand to Wanda's clit to bring her closer.

The closer you get the more uncoordinated your thrusts become. You fall forward against Wanda's back and place a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting your forehead there.

You manage to hold off long enough for Wanda to cum before you do. Shortly after, you let out a low grunt, while Wanda moans as your bodies twitch in climax. When the tension releases you fall limp on her.

Once you regain some energy you remove the toy slowly from Wanda, a little gasp escaping her lips. You take it off yourself, dropping it to the floor then move to lay beside Wanda pulling her to rest against your chest as wrap your arms around her.

Strands of hair are stuck to her sweaty forehead, so you brush them away before placing a soft kiss there. Your hand rubs up and down Wanda's back as she listens to your heartbeat slow down.

Wanda looks up at you, pressing a long kiss on your lips. When she pulls away she has a mischievous look in her eye and a smile on her face. "That was pretty good," she jests, slapping your chest twice making you laugh.

She moves over you to run her fingers through your hair making your eyes flutter shut. Her lips meet the underside of your jaw as she rests more comfortably on top of you so she can give you a neck that is covered in patches that matches hers. You let out heavy sighs when she gets to sensitive spots she knows the exact locations of.

When she has completed her masterpiece, she kisses your lips, once, twice and finally a third time before you open your eyes again. Her green eyes shining brighter than any starry night you witnessed in your time away.

"This was too long for you to be away from me. I'm going to talk to Steve and Nat so they make sure I'm with you for long trips or you're not gone longer than a day," Wanda pouts.

"Oh yeah? How are you going to convince them? I'm pretty sure this face only works with me," you say, poking her cheek with your finger.

"I can always bewitch them," Wanda says nonchalantly, smirking.

You laugh and roll Wanda over so you can hover on top of her. She cups your face, your bright grin never leaving, "You. Are going to get us into trouble one day," you say, kissing her.

When you make no effort in slowing down Wanda pushes you away by pressing against your chest, "What are you doing?" She questions.

"Did you really think I was done?" You reply with your own question.

Instead of giving her time to question you, you kiss her again and her hands move to your shoulders.

"Just relax baby," you whisper, as you move your lips lower.

You are always so infatuated by the way she reacts when you handle her - the hitch of her breath, her fingers flexing against your skin, the sighs she lets out into the air above her.

You kiss her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach.

Sure, Wanda missed you. But you missed her more -

"I still have to taste you."

It was going to be a long night - you had two whole months to make up for, after all.

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𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗔 | wanda maximoff x f!reader

18+ minors dni

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 !𝗔𝗨

content: gay as hell, slight degradation, mentions of infidelity, thigh riding, slight dacryphilia,

genre: angst, sm*t, set in a college au

word count: 3,212

a/n: @nightprompts for the inspiration

“Wanda, please, what do you want me to do?” You’d promise her anything right now. Your eyes grew wet, filling with tears soon to fall. You’d promise to stay away from parties, other girls, tell the world you were hers- anything. “I just need you back, what do you need me to say, please.”, you continue to plea as tears start to flow. Another interlude of silence passes as you stare into emerald irises. “Begging is a good look for you.”

Fresh, white snow crunched under your leather boots. An even, steady sound like styrofoam splintered by angry fingers. With each tinted imprint left behind by your worn soles, you prayed. Prayed that this wasn’t a stupid decision. You kept your head down, watching your weight sink into the soles, guarding against icy winds. Gloved hands squeezed tight in your coat pockets. You said silent prayer after silent prayer as snowflakes coated your eyelids and wet your rosy cheeks. She had to forgive you, right? She’d see how sorry you were- Amidst the frozen landscape, your shivering skin and trembling resolve were symbols of your remorse.

Eventually, you recognized the stone pillar by her apartment, gray marble jutting from a pile of snow. You were close now, lifting your head to see the familiar red building’s ornate trim. The sight makes you nauseous. Less than a hundred yards separated you from the woman who had warned you of regret, who had sworn never to lay eyes on you again.

“How pathetic.” , you thought to yourself. To come crawling back like she said you would be. When you’d decided to do this, brave this frozen nightmare, pride was no factor- just getting Wanda back.

What were you even going to say? Would she even answer the door?

Amidst your inner turmoil, memories of sandalwood and jasmine on her skin resurfaced. The melodic giggles, the gentle touch that commanded attention. You remember walking across this same campus and finally noticing and watching Wanda with awe. You reminisced about the feeling of completeness she brought, and how her absence had felt like the loss of your sanity.

You swallow your cowardice and continue on.

Between the cold journey and rising anxiety, you make it through her apartment’s lobby with wobbly legs. The hours late, only the faint echo of televisions and Friday night parties gearing up as you make your way up the stairs. The warmth of the building doesn’t render you any less frigid by the time you reach Wanda’s floor.

You can’t help but chuckle a bit when you hear the music and voices coming from her neighbor, Natasha’s apartment. Natasha was a graduate student, like Wanda, that had become something infamous around campus for her parties, even amongst the underclassmen. You’d started your senior year in college in the hopes that you learn to study more and go out less. It worked for the first week of classes, then you met Nat.

You’d met Wanda initially at Nat’s, but at the time she hardly stood out to you. Over time, though, you saw her more and more, eventually outside of dark, crowded rooms. The first time this happens, you feel insanely oblivious for not noticing her sooner. Auburn locks, a captivating accent – the puzzle pieces had fallen into place too late.

Like the idiot you are, instead of realizing how special she was, you decided to explore your options instead. You’d foolishly assumed in the beginning that she’d wait, that she’d always be there. The two of you were never explicitly exclusive, yet in the back of your mind you knew she wouldn’t be okay with you sleeping around. You subtly hid other girls from Wanda- only for her to find out anyway.

She found out from some post a particularly enticing sorority girl made. While you weren’t in the picture, it gave a clear view of your dorm bedroom with a caption that told Wanda everything she needed to know. Too bad it was from weeks ago- before you quit sleeping around. You’d awoke yesterday morning to a multitude of pissed off texts and calls. Any attempt to apologize or deflect in person just earned you more anger. Telling her it wasn’t recent didn’t help anything either. Ultimately, it ended with Wanda blocking you and swearing you out of your life.

A wince passes through you with the memory of her harsh words. The rusted letters on her doorplate seemed to mock you, the reverberations of the neighboring party serving as an ironic backdrop .The bass does a better job at warming your bones than the heaters.

“She can’t just ignore me.” , a final hope as you remove your gloves and give the door a heavy knock. The moment you longed and dreaded neared. A few seconds of quiet pass- you give another, louder this time. Inside, you can hear more music, this one much gentler, and something shuffling.

Right as your nerves are split between knocking again or fleeing while you still can, the door swings open.

Wanda stands in front of you, annoyance crossing her face. You notice how breath-taking she looks, dressed in a hoodie and simple shorts that leave little to the imagination. Just as you're preparing your plea for forgiveness, those gorgeous green eyes roll at the sight of you, and she turns to close the door.

You’re not leaving without getting a chance to make your case, sticking your foot out followed by your right arm to keep it open. Behind her, you can see textbooks and papers strewn about, the record player spinning softly.

Her face is swirled in a mix of surprise and anger. For the sake of seeing this through, you decide to focus on the surprise.

“Look, Wanda, can we talk, please, I’m really sorry about everything that happened I know I’m not suppose to be here-”

“What do you want?” She interrupts your rambling, crossing her arms and leaning about the doorframe. Her tone is dry, straight to the chase like you’d treat a salesperson.

It throws you a bit, leaving you stammering on hopeless words.

“I want you to talk to me, let me explain.”, you plea.

“What is there to explain? What, one of your little flings cancel?”

You’re the one rolling your eyes now, pulling the hood of your coat down as the snow on it starts melting. You shivered, not just from the cold, but from the iciness of her demeanor. You had come this far, endured the frigid journey, for a chance to mend what was broken between you two. She seems to take in your hypothermic appearance, eyeing your wet clothes and reddened skin.

“You walked all the way here?” Wanda questions and you respond with a shuddering nod. The sympathy in her gaze was fleeting, replaced by cool appraisal as she eyed your wet clothes and rosy skin.

She takes enough pity on you to step away from the door, gesturing into the apartment. You’re the one surprise now, but you aren’t going to question progress. You kick your boots off at the entryway. Wanda waits by her kitchen counter until you’ve hung your coat up, watching you like a hawk.

“You didn’t answer me. Am I just your backup plan?” Whatever sympathy points you earned a moment ago are gone. Bitterness is all that coats her tongue.

Your earlier nausea bubbles into guilt. How do you explain that at one point she was without completely tossing away any chance of winning her back. You really want to answer honestly, to bare your soul in the hope that she sees how much you need her. This morning, you’d tried moving on- hooking up with someone else. You couldn’t even follow through because it just wasn’t Wanda. Worse than that, now you feel like the largest piece of shit on the planet. Maybe you didn’t even deserve her forgiveness. Maybe you should’ve listened to Wanda and left her alone.

Your head hangs silently and Wanda scoffs. You weren’t worthy of the thing you sought most.

Out the corner of your eye, her silhouette pivots, heading for the disarrayed living room. Words jumble and mix like tangled cords in your throat. So many things to say and so little meaning takes form.

“Wanda, I’m sorry. I’m here because I fucked up, not because there’s someone else I’d rather be with.” You stress your apology, stretching rubber band syllables into a tangled sentence.

It stops her nonetheless. When she turns back, there’s something else in her face. Every touch on every random girl- you’d take it back if it made her smile instead.

“You think I’m that dumb?” She scoffs again.

You left pride at the door. “No, no, please, all I want is you.” you choke out.

You take the small steps across her entryway, shaking your head. Your hands finally feel warm once when they enclose hers. The desperation you had, the one that propelled you to walk through layers of snow, is only worsened at the touch. The silken skin under your fingers sparks a longing you didn’t think could get so big in one day.

Wanda’s expression becomes clear- it’s smugness coloring her face.

Still, she’s silent, and the brief silence turns unbearable.

“I-I was betting on you, just, I don’t know,” You suck in a breath, trying to find balance in your words.

“I just was hoping you never found out, never cared- waited for me.” you admit.

The soft skin is ripped from your fingers immediately after.

“You know, maybe you should bet on something else instead of betting on someone’s fucking feelings.” Wanda glares when she speaks, her accent particularly derisive, piercing your gut.

“I know, I know,” you lament, reaching out for her hands the second they leave. “Wanda, give me another chance, just-please.”

The scarlet woman doesn’t move or make a sound. Her self-assured glare watches you plead aimlessly. You can hardly take it. It made more sense yesterday when she was cursing you in Sovokian on the phone.

“I just need you back, what do you need me to say, please.”, you continue to beg as tears start to flow.

Another interlude of silence passes as you stare into emerald irises.

“Begging is a good look for you.” Wanda’s voice eases, laced with smugness.

You swear you see a grin twitching at the corners of her lips. One of the hands your holding moves to your head, gently stroking your nape.

“You’re cute when you cry. Does this normally get you what you want?” Wanda doesn’t give you time to answer, tugging your hair slightly.

A breath fills your lungs at the force. Her touch was always enigmatic in how it rendered you so wanting so effortlessly. You give into her pull, eyes closing slowly. She knows all your cues, and if she needs to capitalize on those to take you back, fine.

“All I want is you.” An admission that comes without restraint.

It seems to please Wanda, who brings her other hand to your shoulder. You feel a teardrop roll down your cheek, which Wanda quickly brushes with her thumb.

“I told you- you’d come crawling back,” She strokes your collarbone, tracing up your neck, heating cold skin. “Tch. Fucking your way through campus just wasn’t enough.”

“Wanda-”

You want to tell her to stop, that you get it, but she interrupts you with a sudden kiss, fast and bruising. The sandalwood you were craving floods your nostrils. She holds you in place with the hand at your shoulder. It’s not like it's necessary, you quickly give into her lips, relief flooding your veins.

Sooner than you’d like, Wanda pushes you away, breaking the kiss. While you’re panting, dazed by the taste of her lip gloss, she’s smirking. She releases your shoulder, bringing a hand up to cup your chin, thumb stroking the sheen on your bottom lip.

It’s a dangerous tease, and you lean forward to try and kiss her again. Wanda pulls you away gently by your hair, sucking her teeth. You close your eyes, face turning red from shame at the arousal she so easily sparks.

“I think I like you better this way- desperate.” she says, biting her lip. Her eyes are locked on yours when unbuckle the belt at your waist. In the next moment, her hand ducks behind your waistband.

You suck in a breath at the touch, but don’t dare move on the off-chance Wanda takes that as a reason to stop. She knows how to make you weak, though, giving light strokes that make you pant all over again.

“Darling,” Wanda drawls, fingertips gathering the wetness pooling in your underwear. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re a mess.”

You squeeze your eyes tighter, mind hyper focusing on every moment of her fingers.

“Aw,” she taunts with a soft voice, gripping the hair at your nape harder. “Does that sorority girl make you feel this good?”

You’re too blinded by pleasure to muster a response. She knows she’s right without you saying it, regardless. You mentally wished you could take your jeans off without Wanda stopping.

Still, Wanda needs to hear it from you. She pulls the hands from jeans, making you open your eyes to see her lust-riddled face. Her eyebrow is raised, waiting.

“No, no one makes me feel as good as you, Wanda.” You’re left panting and dying for her to keep touching you. You’ll tell her whatever she needs to hear- it was true anyway.

It’s exactly what she wanted, and you’re rewarded tenfold with another bruising kiss. It’s long and sloppy as Wanda guides you into the hallway, pressing your back against the wall.

When she pulls away, you're both gasping for air. Wanda rests her head on your shoulder, hungry hands fully undoing your belt and pulling your pants off your ankles. Your hands are just as occupied, twisting her hoodie in your hands to pull her closer.

“Tell me again,” she purrs in your ear. You feel her fingers graze the wet fabric of your underwear. The hairs on your neck are electrified. Charged and needy just like she wants.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.” Your head tilts back, thudding on the dimly-lit hallway. You can still hear the party next door, still raging.

You sink into her touch, hoping that you’ll gain even just an ounce of friction. That Wanda will pull back the black lace, using those same elegant hands to-

As quickly as your arousal builds, it ends when Wanda promptly withdrawals. She smiles at your needy, confused expression. The scarlet woman steps away, moving past more scattered textbooks and papers. She reaches her bedroom door, opening it before turning back and motioning you forward.

You only feel a little pathetic at how fast you follow. Wanda’s bedroom comes into view, and she sits on the edge of her bed, looking more than dignified. You cross the small gap between her door and her bed, and her arms open, allowing you to straddle her lap. You drape your arms around Wanda’s next, becoming enveloped once more at her warmth.

You try to capture her lips, but she pulls you back another time.

“Why are you being such a tease?” you huff, settling on top of her legs.

“I don’t think you’ve earned it.” Wanda speaks with the same subtle grin, caressing your thighs.

“How many more times you need me to say it? I’m sorry, Wanda.” You bring your lips to her neck, laying mild kisses along her collarbone. You know you’re weakening any restraint she had- feeling her squeeze the subtle flesh on your legs.

“Sorry, darling, not good enough.” Wanda shifts you, bringing her leg between yours. Her hands leave your thighs for your hips, pressing your center against her thigh. You bit your lip at the pressure to your aching core, dampness spreading from your lace to Wanda’s sweats. Far too worked up, you go for a second attempt at kissing her- which fails. You’re determined though, going for the loop on her pants- to which she swats your hand away.

Worse, she laughs at your impatient desire, making the redness on your cheeks spread anew.

“Wanda, c’mon,” You're certain you’re gonna explode if she doesn’t let you at least kiss her.

In response, she presses her thigh harder, pulling a groan from your lips.

“I’m not gonna help you get off, darling.” You meet her eyes and they’re clouded, pupils dark. It makes the heat in your core even more insufferable.

“It’s this or nothing.” you watch her eyes trail down your figure as she speaks.

Wanda’s completely serious, however, to your dismay. It wasn’t enough to make you beg- now she wouldn’t even give you what you wanted.

“You want me so badly, show me.” Her tone is riddled with well-placed arrogance- you didn’t just want Wanda, you needed her like oxygen.

You’re too far in and too desperate to protest when she presses into you further. A whine escapes your lips, hips instinctively rolling against her. The coarse fabric of her pants drags along your center in a teasing pleasure.

It’s not long before you're moaning softly, riding Wanda’s thigh with little shame. It’s not enough, though, rendering you a whiny, shaky mess above her. Wanda takes great joy in the visible dark spot on her sweats, watching every scrunch of your face and twitch of your body.

“Aw, look at you darling,” she scoffs, “Dying for me to touch you, but you’re just happy to ride my thigh, aren’t you?”

Her words taste like kerosene, lighting fire after fire in your nerves. This was karma, the best that you deserved, and nothing more. Despite that, your body needed more. It was pitiful, how you must look- begging for so much and being grateful for so little.

Your hips turn frantic as you frustratingly try to pursue your end, knots tying in your stomach. You wouldn’t know it from her words, but Wanda’s eyes never leave you- fully infatuated with your whines and moans.

Every brush of your clit along stretched fabric is painfully good. You try shifting, centering yourself differently to get that extra pressure right where you need it. It doesn’t work, with every movement being so close to just enough. You think your mind might split into two at the sensation, nails digging into Wanda’s clothed shoulder.

“Please, baby,” you whine, hips still rolling. You were so, so close if she just-

Your ceaseless begging puts Wanda in a rewarding move, pressing back into you to give you the right amount of friction to send you over. The high you’d been so exasperatingly chasing sneaks up on you. You swear while your vision blurs, legs clamping around her. Your hips jerk involuntarily, sending the final wave through you, clinging to Wanda like a life raft.

Wanda lets you ride out your orgasm to its end, running her finger through your hair. When you come down and meet her eyes again, she looks much too pleased with herself. Still, her face is flushed, inviting lips parted. The recently extinguished fire is re-ignited in your core just from the sight. Wanda would always have this effect on you, you wished you’d realized that sooner.

“Please tell me I can kiss you now.” You drape your arms back over her shoulders.

A grin plasters it way onto her face. “Sure, you’ve earned it.”

You don’t waste a second to do so, bringing your face to hers. You’re slow and intently, taking in the taste on her tongue. You rest your forehead against Wanda’s when you pull away, sighing. The air feels warm and light between you, listening to her heady pants. Maybe you didn’t deserve to have Wanda back, but you do anything to get this feeling.

You’d walk through a million snow storms for her, without question.

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lesbianpizza · 2 years

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Wanda Maximoff owns my ass

The way I would let her do absolutely anything to me because Mommy knows best

🎶 I wanna be your slave I want you to be my mistress 🎶

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avengerscompound · 1 year

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Avengers #1 Trailer

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abimess · 2 years

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Love you right

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When you find out about your crush's shitty boyfriend's actions, you have to speak your mind.

Word count: 3.316 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst if you squint it, smut (18+ only!), oral (r giving)

A/N: I was checking out the marvel wiki page the other day and I just then realized that after the Civil War events Vision used to leave Wanda alone and go back to the Avengers Compound and oh boy I was so mad... So I had to write something about it, naturally. Enjoy!

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Scotland is really cold this time of year, especially after the sun has fallen. But you take off your jacket before entering the small building anyways, and force a smile at the curious hotel receptionist as you enter.

“Hi, I was looking for someone.” You tell her in the nicest voice you can make. “Red hair, green eyes, about 5'6" tall?” By the way the other woman’s expression changes, you can tell she knows who you’re talking about. But instead of smiling fulfilled, you put on an innocent posture.

“She lent me her jacket earlier today but I forgot to return it.” You show the item in your hand, forcing another nice smile at the receptionist, who just nods slowly, eyeing you up and down before asking, “what’s your name?”

You give her a fake name, and watch as she takes a landline phone from under the counter, dialing a few numbers before bringing the handset to the side of her face.

It takes only a few seconds before the person on the other end of the line answers, and as the receptionist explains the situation, you sharpen your ears to try and recognize the voice. It’s too low for you to fully listen at that distance, however. But it is her. It has to be her. So you just wait patiently.

“She said she doesn’t know anyone with that name.” The woman tells you suspiciously, so you put on a confused expression, clicking your tongue. “That’s weird… I guess I might be in the wrong place then. Thank you for your time!” The woman wishes you a good night with a short smile, and you do the same as you leave the hotel lobby.

But good thing you saw the number she dialed on the phone. 204. Second floor, apartment 4, you figure. So, putting the jacket back on, you go around the building, looking for somewhere you can climb up. Fortunately for you, there's a (rather unreliable) safety ladder on the side of the back wall, and you just hope the whole thing doesn't collapse as you make your way up.

After you reach the second floor, you only have to look through three windows before you find the one you were searching for, and you allow yourself a few seconds to admire the girl on the other side, sitting in bed with a book on her lap and a mug on her hand.

You tap a few times on the glass, the sound making the girl look up abruptly. You notice a thousand emotions flash through her face at the sight of you, but the one that remains as she gets off the bed and walks to where you are is pure confusion.

“Don’t you want your jacket back?” You humorously ask as she opens the window, and the redhead's eyebrows grow even more creased. “It was you?” She asks with a bit of shock in her voice, and you only offer her a smile before you ask, “Can I come in?”

Instead of a verbal response, Wanda takes a few steps back, giving you space to climb through the window. Back on your feet, standing in front of her, the only thing you can do is admire her in silence, a smile threatening to show up at the corner of your lips.

The last time you saw the witch was rushed, nerve-wracking. And you wish you had had the time to say all the things you didn’t have the guts to say during all the years prior. But you didn’t, and after you left the raft Wanda and Vision were in the quinjet, holding hands, and you ran away at the first opportunity you found.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” The redhead’s question wakes you back to reality, where she’s standing in front of you with her arms crossed and wearing pajamas that make her look cuter than she already is. You clear your throat.

“I hacked Natasha's phone- don't tell her that.” You ask somewhat distressed, and although Wanda laughs through her nose and nods in confirmation, she still waits for a better explanation, so you keep talking. “And then I tracked yours.” You tell, and rush to add when you see her widening her eyes: “Just to know where you were! I didn’t look at anything, I swear.”

“Why?” The redhead asks about you being there, not really sounding bothered by the whole situation. And then you remember the reason that made you cross at least four borders illegally, and you clench your jaw.

“Where’s Vision?” Both your question and your change of posture make Wanda frown in confusion, but she just shakes her head briefly before saying. “He’s not here.” Her answer makes you laugh drily for some reason, and your next line lets her know why.

“He’s back at the compound? Being Starks good puppy?” Your question is rhetorical, and Wanda ignores your hostility to ask herself how the hell you know that. “Nat told me about your dynamic, are you really putting yourself through this?!” You answer her wondering, and it’s her turn to laugh drily. “Through this, what, Y/n? We both have responsibilities-”

“This isn’t about responsibilities, Wanda.” You interrupt, your irritation rising. “He, your boyfriend, is teaming up with the people that want you back on that fucking straitjacket. Every time he leaves, that’s the choice he makes.” You state, taking a step towards her. But the redhead takes one back, shaking her head. “No-”

“Between you and Tony, he chooses his creator. Every time. I bet it’s on his codes or something.” You say meanly, spitting the words along with your anger, and the redhead clenches her jaw tightly, her eyes wide with irritation. “Don’t talk about him like that!”

“Like what?! Like he’s not a person?!” You sneer, and all Wanda offers you is silence. So you let out a humorless laugh, running your hands through your hair in exasperation. “He isn’t a person, Wanda, wake up! He’s a machine! He has no emotions, no feelings-”

“That’s not true, he loves me!”

“I love you!” You shout back, and although Wanda’s eyes grow wider from shock, you don’t hold back. “I’ve loved you ever since the first time I saw you and it kills me to see you chose a fucking piece of tin over me. But I dealt with it, because it’s your choice.” You swallow the lump in your throat, ignoring Wanda's astonished expression as she watches you to keep talking. “But after this? After finding out he leaves you alone in times like this, when you need him the most... He doesn’t deserve you, Wanda. You can do better than this.”

“You love me?” It’s what she says after an excruciating moment of silence, her voice small and her tone unconvinced, so you let out a soft chuckle before you joke, “Please tell me you heard the other things I said after that.” But Wanda is motionless, waiting for a response, and so your smile dies down, and you swallow hard before confirming, “I do.”

“Why did you never say anything?” She asks, tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, and suddenly all your irritation is turned into vulnerability. “Because I thought you didn’t love me back.” You tell, “And then you were with Vision and I-”

“I did love you back.” The confession makes you stop talking all at once, looking at her in disbelief. The redhead, whose eyes are locked in yours, sniffles softly. “But I thought you would never… But Vision did and- he said he did and I…”

Her disconnected speech dies down as she chokes on a sob, the tears streaming down her face. And your confusion only lasts for half a second before you understand what she’s trying to tell you, and you widen your eyes with the realization. “Do you love Vision?”

“I… I just wanted to be loved.” She answers, looking to the ground in shame, and you are standing in front of her in record time, your hands on her cheeks. “Oh, darling, you are loved.” You tell her sweetly, wiping her tears with your thumbs. “By me, and Nat and Steve. Even Scott loves you and you only exchanged, like, two words.”

Your attempt to make her laugh works, even if only for a giggle. But for you, it's enough, and you smile before assuring, “Wanda, you are loved. And I’ll spend the rest of my days making sure you remember that.” Her cheeks grow pink under your palms, and as her eyes scan yours for a sign that you’re telling the truth, your gaze is on her lips. “Can I kiss you?”

Her breath hitches slightly in both surprise and anticipation. But there’s not a sign of hesitation on the way her eyes fall from yours to your mouth, nor on the way she whispers a soft “yes” that you were only able to hear due to the proximity.

So you close the distance between your faces the moment she gives you her confirmation, and you both sigh to the feel of your lips colliding.

It’s not Wanda’s first kiss, naturally. But it’s been so long since someone has kissed her with such desire and intent that the redhead is unable to keep the butterflies in her stomach at bay. And it only gets worse when your tongue finds hers, her knees buckling and her fingers gripping your hair.

The groan you let out in response does nothing to help the growing heat in her lower belly, nor do your hands intensifying their hold on her waist and your body projection forward, taking a few clumsy steps with her.

“I’m gonna make you feel so loved, you’re gonna forget your fears ever existed in the first place.” You break the kiss to promise and Wanda finds it best to kiss you again instead of responding, her smile against your lips being answer enough.

When the redhead’s calves hit the bed, she sighs, her fingers holding tighter onto your neck for stability. Taking the witch by surprise, you move your hands down to her thighs, lifting her off the ground so you can lay her down on the bed, and Wanda wraps her legs around your center, helping you out as she kisses you more desperately.

But the moment her back relaxes against the mattress, you’re pulling away just enough to look at her and smiling at the way her lips chase yours. “Are you sure about this?” Your smirk dies down as your expression turns to one of concern, one of your hands on her waist as the other lies right above her head for stability.

With her mind clouded by lust, Wanda barely processes your words, her breathing ragged as she struggles not to be driven crazy by the sensation of your body pressed against hers. But she manages a nod eventually, and you smile before instructing, “Use your words.”

“I am.” She confirms as she was told, her darkened eyes locked on yours and her swallow lip from kissing trapped between her teeth. “Are you?” Her question makes you chuckle hoarsely, your eyes going down her figure before returning to her own. “Oh, darling, I’ve been dreaming about this since I met you.”

“Really?” Wanda sounds as surprised as her widened eyes let show, and when you hum in confirmation, her cheeks turn even rosier, her voice shy and almost uncertain as she asks, “and how have you been picturing it?”

“Oh, in so many ways.” You answer mischievously, your fingers slowly venturing under her blouse making her heart beat faster. “I picture my lips roaming your entire body.” You tell as you kiss all the way from her jaw towards her ear, making Wanda close her eyes, her hands gripping your arms in reflex.

“All the way up.” You add against her ear, moving your hand underneath her blouse, climbing their way toward her breast. When you squeeze the flesh hard, playing with her nipple between your fingers, the redhead’s body tense up, a whimper leaving her mouth that turns into a moan as you press your tight against her center.

“And all the way down.” You say then, moving your fingers down her belly again and taking a hold of the waistband of her shorts, pulling it down just enough to make her shiver. Wanda’s low moans fill your ears as she rolls her hips against your leg, pressing her center even further into your jeans.

“Show me- oh, please.” The redhead asks breathlessly, shivering one more time as you take her earlobe between your teeth, smiling as you assure, “I will.”

Wanda feels her heart racing once again in anticipation, her head spinning as you kiss her again, even more intensely than all the other kisses you’ve given her so far.

A smirk falls on your lips as you press your leg against her center, her moan against your mouth and her nails digging into your arms. Your hand starts pushing her shirt up again, but before you can complete your task, hers are pushing your jacket off your shoulders, and you have to pull away to remove the garment completely.

Once the piece of clothing is laying somewhere on the floor, you kiss her again, taking her lower lip between your teeth as your hand rests on her waist, pulling her down towards your leg and making her arch her back, a moan ripping through her throat as the friction on her center increases.

Moving your lips to her jaw, you also move your hands to her shirt, pulling it up to get the redhead rid of it. As Wanda leans up to help you out, you have to move away again, your eyes meeting hungrily and smiles on both your faces as her shirt meets your jacket on the hotel room floor.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.” You let out in a breath, your eyes boldly admiring her naked torso, a smirk growing on your lips as they go back up to hers and find her face flush with both embarrassment and arousal.

When your lips meet hers once more, her hands find the front of your own shirt, gripping it tightly to keep you as close to her as she possibly could. The moment only lasts for a minute, though, because she’s pulling the fabric up above your head, and you have to pull away yet again to get rid of the garment.

But Wanda doesn’t let you stay away for long, pulling you by the neck and kissing you hungrily, the both of you moaning against each other’s mouths as you feel your naked torsos pressed together.

When air is needed, you move your mouth down, kissing all the way down her neck and collarbone, smirking against her skin as her breath hitches with every new movement you make towards her chest.

Once you take her nipple in between your lips, sucking the soft skin, a long moan erupts from her throat, her back arching forwards as her hands on your head press your face to her harder. “Oh, yes, baby- so good.” She trails off between moans and whimpers, the sounds making your intimacy throb inside your pants.

As you give her other breast the same attention, you move your hand down her shorts, pulling them down slowly. Impatiently, the redhead does the job herself, the movement making you pull away from her with an amused smirk on your lips.

Nothing in the universe would have been able to prepare you for the sight of Wanda Maximoff lying beneath you only in her underwear. So you lean down, kissing her hard and making her head spin for God knows what time tonight.

“Y/n, please.” The redhead breaks the kiss to ask, her impatient whimper coupled with her nails on your back making you shiver. “Please, what?” You ask with your lips on her neck, unable to stay away from her, and Wanda struggles to say, “I need your mouth.”

“You have it, baby.” You reply with fake innocence, making her tense up, an impatient grunt passing by her lips. “You know what I mean.” She hits back with annoyance that only lasts until you press your knee against her center again, making her whimper in pleasure.

“Here?” You ask as you kiss your way down to her breasts, peppering light kisses on both of them that makes her shiver. “Lower.” She says, pushing your shoulders down with her eyes closed, the knot in her lower belly intensifying as she feels you smirking against her skin.

“Here?” You ask again, this time with your face right above where she wanted it, and, when you kiss her center over the ruined fabric of her panties, the redhead takes in a sharp breath, her fingers moving to your hair as she nods eagerly.

Now, resisting Wanda was never one of your strongest suits, and it certainly wouldn't start to be when you smelled her intoxicating scent, the taste of her arousal on your lips.

So you pull her panties down her legs the next second, and barely wait for her to get rid of them for you to dive in, running your tongue all over her cunt and spreading her wetness all over.

“Oh, fuck.” She moans out loud, her fingers gripping your hair so tightly it could hurt, but only if you weren’t only so hypnotized by the feel of her in your mouth. As her hands lazily guide your head to where she likes best, you eat her out like she was her last meal, making her see stars from behind her closed eyelids.

“Shit, so good.” She cries out as you thrust your tongue inside her, your nose brushing against her clit making the burning sensation just below her belly feel like it was about to explode. “Please, baby- oh, don’t stop.”

You certainly wouldn’t, so you keep the movements of your mouth precise and constant, your hands holding her legs open for you as her body starts to break into spasms.

Your name cuts through her throat as her orgasm overtakes her, her back arching and her hands even tighter in your hair. But you don't let go, feeling her spill onto your tongue as her moans fill your entire being.

You only pull away when a shy tug on your hair begs you to stop. So you lick her clean, collecting her juices and delighting yourself in her sweet taste one last time before you kiss your way back up her body.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” She lazily asks about the tugs on your hair and you chuckle hoarsely at her tone of concern, kissing her intensely and making her moan as she matches it, feeling herself on your tongue.

“I’m way more than okay, thank you.” You let her know when the kiss is over, resting your body more comfortably on top of hers, and Wanda smiles shily, the redhead's fingers running through your sweaty hair in an attempt to fix it.

“I love you so much.” She says as she brings her eyes back to yours, her gaze so full of emotion that you can only feel your heart about to explode inside your chest. “And I love you even more.” You hit back and, seeing she’s about to argue, you kiss her one more time, smiling at the sound of indignation that leaves her throat before she matches it.

The redhead is determined to complain, however. But before she can pull away to do so, you press your leg against her center again. And, feeling the knot under her belly building up again, any and all ideas of conversation slipped away completely out of Wanda's mind.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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alotofpockets · 2 years

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Quit going easy on me | Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader

Prompt: "Quit going easy on me."

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As one of the newest additions to the Avengers, they wanted to make sure you were trained to the best of their abilities, before using you in the field. After you got your basic training, like hand-to-hand combat and weapons training done by a combination of Natasha, Steve and Clint as your teachers, you moved on to the more specified training with Wanda.

You had bonded instantly with Wanda, since your powers had a similar kind of nature. Two of your main powers you had in common with her, creating energy blasts and generating force fields. The biggest difference between your powers was the color in which they presented themselves. Wanda her powers are red, whereas yours are blue.

For the past week Wanda has been working with you no generating your force field. Wanda wanted to make sure you were able to protect yourself before teaching you to be more in control of your blasts. Which, of course, was logical thinking.

Wanda would aim one of her blasts your way, slowly building up the power behind them each time she sent them your way but taking it very slow. You practiced generating your shield from a far distance and kept moving closer to Wanda each time, making the power of her blast hit at a different angle each time. You also practice with generating the force field before, during and after the blast.

Wanda sent blast after blast your way, still only very slowly increasing the power behind them. "Come on, Maximoff." You say after once again blocking her blast with your shield. "Quit going easy on me." A slightly worried look finds its way onto Wanda's face, "Are you sure?" You nod, "I'm ready."

With that Wanda sends another blast your way, it was definitely more powerful than the last ones, but still an easy block for you. The next couple of blasts were even more powerful, but still, you have no trouble generating your force field. When Wanda notices that you're handling the blasts pretty well she says, "I want to try something. I'm going to hold the blast for a longer amount of time, to see if you can keep up the force field. Is that okay?" You tell her it is and get ready for another blast.

After a couple minutes of holding off the blast you start to struggle a bit, thought you keep giving it your all. You're able to handle yourself for a couple more second before your feet start getting pushed back and you lose your control. Wanda's blast knocks you to the ground. Wanda rushes to your side, "I'm so sorry, y/n. Are you okay?" You reach for her extended hand to help you up. "Don't worry about it, Maximoff. I'm fine."

She doesn't buy it though and starts checking you everywhere for possible injuries. To the bare eyes there were no visible injuries. But when Wanda moves her hands to your face, since that is where most of her blast hit you, you flinch. The contact of her hand with you left cheek, made you aware of it actually hurting.

"Oh, y/n, I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you." You place your hand on her shoulder. "Hey, look at me, Wands. It's okay, I promise. Do you think Nat didn't kick my butt in our hand-to-hand combat classes?" Wanda releases the breath she was holding. "Okay, if you promise, I believe you. But we are ending training for today and I'm getting you and ice pack."

Wanda took your hand and led you too the common room. She stopped by the couch and told you to wait there for her while she got you an ice pack. She came back within a minute, with an ice pack in hand. She sits down next to you on the couch and places the ice pack on your cheek.

"What happened here?" Natasha asks as she walks in. You answer her by saying, "Maximoff kicked my butt in training." Wanda nudges your shoulder and says "Hey!" You smile and add, "And she's babying me because she feels bad."

Natasha shares a look between the two of you. "Oh shush, you love all the attention from Wanda you can get." You blush at her comment. Because, yes you do, you definitely do. Wanda noticed your rosy cheeks but doesn't say anything about it until Natasha leaves the room again. "Hey y/n?." She asks in a questioning tone. "What's up?" You respond and turn your head to face her, forgetting just how close the two of you were sitting together.

With your faces only inches apart both of you lost all concentration on the conversation. You look between Wanda her eyes and her lips, you wanted to kiss her so badly. When Wanda notices she leans in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you didn't want this. But you did, you've wanted to kiss her for weeks now. So, you lean in yourself to close the distance.

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shadowsinger11 · 2 years

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I have so many unfinished fics in my google docs and tho it was fun remembering how well I can write, I don't have it in me to wrap em up properly bc I'm somehow detached from some fandoms jsnzjanzksnsj the pain-

#like i wanna post so much content that's currently sitting in there #plenty of smut too ;)#harry potter fanfiction #george weasley x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan smut #hyunjin smut #marvel fanfiction #moon knight #moon knight x reader #newt scamander x reader #fantastic beasts fanfiction #scarlet witch fanfic

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) now i'm coming home

now i'm coming home

wandavision | wanda/pietro + wanda & billy & tommy mature, 5.1k Wanda writes, directs, and acts in season two of WandaVision. Rather than allowing her performers to improvise, she makes sure she creates a perfect show with a happy ending this time.

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Or: Wanda learns how to fix a flawed spell and takes back what is hers.

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writing-house-of-m · 9 months

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When the party is over

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: R's gender is not specified. Sexual content (minors DNI) - Oral (face sitting), vaginal penetration, hints of fingering (W receiving).

Word count: 6168

Summary: You have had one thing on your mind all day. It is time to make it a reality when you and Wanda are finally alone

A/N: I've had this for such a long time, before I even posted my first fic. It was because I saw a gif and since then it has been a struggle to finish. I don't like how this has turned out but it's smut so I think all your thirsty asses will like it. Enjoy! And let me know what you think 😊

MINORS DNI

You have been out shopping for what feels like most of the afternoon to get what you need for tonight's party. While your wife is busy getting what is on the list, you can't stop ogling her.

To you she is the most beautiful person to have ever walked this earth and with the outfit she is wearing you can only be surprised you have made it this far into the day without your hands being all over her.

The thoughts on your mind can only be described as downright filthy. You have been counting down the minutes to get back home as soon as you left the house an hour and a half ago.

It isn't your fault, the blue dress she has chosen to wear for a simple grocery trip had your mind reeling. You want to pull the knot tied at the front loose, so you can explore her body.

At one point Wanda asked you to decide between two types of cheeses. You were too distracted by the sunglasses she had one end in her mouth while she was contemplating in her mind, not realising she had diverted her attention to you.

You haven't been so envious of an inanimate object before.

When you finally looked at Wanda she had the sweetest smile on her face. One that you wish you could have kissed away.

Another thing Wanda was doing which was driving you crazy was, every so often, threading her fingers through her hair to keep it out of her face. It doesn't help that it keeps falling forward whenever she leans closer to a shelf or when reaching for something. On this abnormally warm spring day it wasn't helping you keep your cool.

Eventually, she used her sunglasses to push all her hair back by placing them on her head like an impromptu headband. The heat of the day was the least of your problems when that action alone was setting you on fire. You made sure to take your time, strolling slowly, through the refrigerator and freezer sections.

After what felt like the most torturous afternoon you finally make your way back home.

Once you get all the shopping bags into the house, there is nothing stopping you now. "Do you know how hard it's been keeping my hands off you today?"

She turns from the shopping bag she is emptying to see you approach with the last bag. She bites her lip while making a fake thinking face. "Oh really? I couldn't tell," Wanda replies sarcastically. Of course she knew, sometimes you think she can read your mind.

You put the bag you're holding to the side to put your hands on Wanda's waist as she wraps her arms around your neck. You immediately bury your face in her neck to start what has been on your mind all day.

Wanda smiles as she turns her head to the side, giving you more access while your lips begin their assault slowly moving down. "I thought you were holding onto the shopping cart like your life depended on it because you thought someone was going to steal it from you," the words come out innocently but the smirk you can't see tells a different story. "That or you are really excited for the fruit platter you need to arrange."

You move away from Wanda's collarbone chuckling then bring your lips to hers in a long awaited kiss. Her soft lips moulding yours with familiarity but just as exciting as the first time you ever kissed her. As it gets deeper, you feel the arousal growing inside of you.

With Wanda pinned against the counter you push everything on top to the side. Lifting her up from her thighs, you stand between her legs while kissing across her jaw, "Do we have enough time?" You mumble against her, moving your lips down the column of her neck.

"Yeah, we should," Wanda replies, breathlessly. You finally untie the bow on her dress, the one that has been laughing at you all day, to grant you more access to her chest. You leave a few marks just under her breasts where she will easily be able to hide them later for tonight's gathering.

Before you can get any further the doorbell rings, making you let out a frustrated groan. Especially when Wanda tries to pull you away wanting to go and see who it is. "No, ignore it, they'll leave," you say, impatiently.

Wanda tries again with no effort to stop you, "They could be here early for the party, baby."

You reply, moving back to her mouth. "I guess they'll have to wait," kissing her lips immediately after to stop any kind of rebuttal. When you think Wanda is lost in pleasure again, you move your kisses along her jawline then make your way to the sensitive spot below her ear. "You said we had time and obviously they are way too early," the vibrations of your voice tickling her in the right way because she sighs.

The doorbell rings again and when you move in to kiss her lips again to stop her from saying anything, Wanda places a finger on your mouth to stop you with a stern look on her face. "Y/n."

You sigh, dropping your head in defeat but only after you kiss the flat side of the finger still on your lips. You help her off the counter by gripping her waist as she slides down.

Wanda laughs at your reaction while fixing herself to look more presentable as you lean against the space that was just occupied by her, watching her. How is it possible for someone to look as good as her?

Before she can leave you grab her hand and pull her back in for a kiss. You take your time, slowly sliding your tongue against hers making Wanda wrap her arms around you before the doorbell rings once again interrupting you. "Y/n, I need to get it," Wanda mumbles against your lips.

Your voice is low when you speak back into her lips, "They can wait," you finish with three pecks, and pull back with your eyes closed, a tight lipped grin on your face.

Wanda scoffs at your antics, "Dork," she whispers, her breath fanning over your face. You open your eyes and smile at each other for a moment. That is until the doorbell rings again - you are really beginning to hate the sound.

As Wanda walks away to see who it is you slap her butt making her giggle.

You busy yourself by putting away some of the groceries. Out of anyone who is coming tonight you hope it is Natasha and Bucky who are here early. Even if they did ruin your moment with your wife.

You can hear Wanda talking to whoever has turned up at the door from where you are in the kitchen but it isn't until they get closer that you start to make out the voices. You grimace when you hear Jarvis. Or is it Vision now? Either way he's the same idiot.

The disgust on your face is enough to let anyone know how much you hate the guy. He has had a crush on Wanda for so long, and even though she is now married to you, he still tries to make a move on Wanda whenever he can. This time he has even brought along his current girlfriend. You don't know much about her except her name, well her social name - Mantis, which is a little weird but she seems nice enough from your few interactions.

You already know that even with Mantis being here it won't stop him from trying to get some time with Wanda. You feel sorry for the poor girl for being with such a repulsive guy, not understanding how he is able to get anyone with his outdated and cringey pickup lines. Unfortunately for you, you have had to see it first hand in the past.

The closer they get the more you can understand what they are saying. You hear the woman say they wanted to help with setting up for the party - you'd be grateful for the help if only it wasn't the guy you hated. This on top of them ruining your steamy session with your wife is enough to fuel you into hating them. You know the only reason he is here early is to get more time to try and flirt with Wanda.

They greet you in the kitchen but you are in no mood to talk to them for disturbing you so you say a quick hello and carry on with your previous task seeming busy and not rude.

Wanda walks to you placing her hand on your shoulder making you automatically turn your head in her direction. "Y/n, they're here to help so give them something to do while I shower and get ready." Being jealous of inanimate objects seems to be a recurring theme today because now you can't help but feel envious of the shower.

You nod your head acknowledging her words so she gives you a lingering peck on the cheek. Before Wanda leaves, she whispers in your ear only low enough only for you to hear, "Be nice and we can finish what we started, later." Her voice is husky and has an immediate effect on you as you feel heat rise to your cheeks. With the additional people in the room you hold yourself back from doing anything though. You nod again but this time with a smirk on your face.

As Wanda walks out she speaks to the couple, saying you will tell them what needs to be done. When the last thing is out of the bag you are emptying you turn to the intruders. "I guess you can start with sorting through these snacks," you say as you move out of the way to get some bowls and cups that will be used for the party.

…

Having managed to get the house 'party' ready with most of the setting up done in the backyard to keep the mess out there - different tables have been arranged for snacks, games and drinks. You deem the set up a success.

More so, you feel proud of yourself for not being too sarcastic around Jarvis. Although, you did make him do a few things that were unnecessary. Like, taking out the trash, moving around tables and chairs where they wouldn’t ruin the ‘feng shui'. Just little things to make him work up a bit of sweat.

You leave the two early birds with the last of the finishing touches, setting up the drinks table, to go get ready yourself. As you walk to the bedroom the door is slightly ajar so you push it open, quietly.

Wanda is sitting in front of her vanity mirror in her bathrobe distracted by her phone, probably checking in on social media about her party when she should be busy with her makeup. The longer you watch her the more it seems that she hasn't heard you.

Leaning on the door frame, you take in her fresh face reflected in the mirror in front of her. "You really don't need all of that you know?" She looks up at your relaxed figure through the mirror when you start speaking and you gesture to the make up in front of her as puts down her phone.

"So you always say," Wanda replies smiling shyly as you push away from the frame to walk over to her.

"You really don't. You're naturally beautiful, my love. It's unfair to everyone else." You move her hair to one side and kiss her neck, mumbling, "I don't know how I'm expected to not just take you right here. Right now," you finish with a kiss on her shoulder.

She turns her head to look at you, completely stopping your actions. Wanda holds your face inches from hers with one of her hands to reassure you, "Later Y/n. I promise." She lightly rubs your cheek with her thumb and kisses the tip of your nose. "I need to network tonight, I wan-"

"I know, I know," you interrupt while standing up straight. She has told you once before and that's enough for you to remember, "this is an opportunity for you to grow your following and make new connections." You recite like she has told you a million times before.

Wanda turns back to face the mirror while you stay behind her rubbing her shoulders making eye contact for a second before she continues putting on her makeup.

"Don't worry, I'll behave. I know what this means to you," Wanda smiles sweetly at your understanding. However, she doesn't know that you are not done yet, "But if Jarv-" Wanda raises an eyebrow at you for using the wrong name so you correct yourself, "Vision, or whatever he's calling himself these days, comes anywhere near you I may have to get physical." You finish, crossing your arms over your chest.

She stops her actions and gives you a 'you're being ridiculous' look. "He's harmless, honey."

You roll your eyes at her comment. "More like useless," you say under your breath. She gives you another look making you drop your arms to your sides to continue. "Harmless, useless, that's besides the point. I don't care for him at all. And I don't like the way he looks at you." This time you give her a 'it is obvious how he feels about you' look.

"Y/n," Wanda warns firmly, "he is here with his girlfriend. How many times do I have to tell you you don't need to worry about him? Besides, he's too scared of you to do anything anyway. You always look at him like you're about to kill him."

"Good, that's how it should be," you say and place a kiss on the top of her head. Shaking your head you continue, "And don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt him..." a mischievous smile takes over your face, "at least not tonight, anyway," you finish then turn to rush out.

"Y/n!" You both laugh and it's her turn to slap your butt as you walk to the bathroom to take your turn to shower and get ready.

…

By the time you are dressed and join the party a small number of guests have already arrived. You greet those you pass while looking for Wanda. The few people you speak to say she is outside.

A few of those people are your mutual friends. You want to catch up with Bucky and Natasha quickly so that you can find Wanda afterwards but then Steve, Peggy, Sam, Sharon, Pietro and Monica join in too.

After what feels like too long you finally manage to get in the fact you need to find Wanda. You roll your eyes and laugh at the comments they make about the two of you not being able to stay apart for more than a few minutes at a time.

You find her talking and laughing with some of the more important people she invited tonight who she wants to make connections with. You can't help but stand there and admire her from afar.

As if Wanda can sense your gaze she makes eye contact with you and smiles brighter when she acknowledges your presence. She waves for you to come over so you nod your head. You gesture if she wants a drink which she responds by nodding her head back to you.

On your way over you stop by the drinks table and grab her something light so she can stay level headed for her long night of networking.

Once you reach her, she has that breath-taking smile on her face as she takes the drink you hold out for her. "Thank you," Wanda says, taking a quick sip before she introduces you to the small group she has been talking to.

You wrap your free arm around her waist as she speaks and leans into your side. "Everyone, this is Y/n." Their eyes are on you in a second as you smile and with a slight nod of your head you greet them with a quick - 'Hi, nice to meet you all.'

Someone's attention grabs you both when they speak up. "Wanda was just saying how supportive you are of her and how you're 'the light of her life'," you can't help but chuckle shyly along with the group at the term of endearment she's used so many times, it is definitely one of your favourites.

She has a toothy grin on her face as you glance over to her while she and the group look at you waiting for you to comment.

You turn your head back to the group. "Well I don't have to do much. Most of the time I just need to stand out of her way and watch her shine from the side. She's the only light around here," Wanda blushes, biting her lip, as you all laugh at your cheesy words.

"Sounds like you're being modest," someone else speaks up. "She mentioned how you go out of your way to capture the perfect picture for her - lying on the ground if you need to." He gestures with his hand and closes one eye like he's taking a photo. The others hum in agreement. You are not embarrassed, you would do anything for her.

"Any picture is perfect if she's in it," Wanda's blush deepens as she buries her face into your shoulder slightly. "It's not hard to capture her beauty. I just want to make sure I do it from a good angle." You have seemingly finished until you rush to add, "For aesthetic reasons, of course!" Keeping the crowd happy with your light-heartedness. You then make a thinking face, squinting, "Hmm and also because I'm following her orders." You finish off with a raised eyebrow as another round of laughs emerges from you all.

Wanda doesn't let the chat end there, glancing at you scrunching her nose a little, then looking back to her new friends, "See, what did I tell you all? Full of corny one liners this one," she says, patting your chest with her empty hand.

This is how most of the night goes; talking to groups and individuals. Occasionally leaving Wanda's side to deal with matters regarding food, drinks and spillages while she continues making social connections.

You still have one thing on your mind since you were interrupted in the kitchen earlier and you've been patiently waiting all night. All day when you really think about it. You begin to wonder when this party will end so you can get on with the after party you have been thinking about.

It doesn't help when you see who Wanda is currently talking to. You trust her completely but you're always weary of other people. In this case, Vision, who makes your blood boil just from seeing his face.

You are busy with cleaning up a mess someone made when they knocked into one of the tables. Thankfully it won't take long to clean but now you are distracted by how uncomfortably close Vision is standing next to your wife and how he unnecessarily leans in to talk to her. Sure there is music playing and a lot of hubbub around but it's not enough that he needs to get closer so that he is heard.

The anger in your veins begins to boil as you watch him while you finish your task at hand. You know what this night means to Wanda so you can't lose it. Your anger is strong but not as strong as the love you have for her.

Although, he seems to be testing those limits when you see him place his hand on her shoulder. You hold yourself together as you finish up, not wanting to act possessive but you can't help yourself.

You pick up an empty bowl to put to the side with the others that are empty. When you glance back up you see Vision is standing a step closer to Wanda making you clench your jaw and tighten your grip on the object in your hands. You don't realise just how firmly you are holding it until it snaps under the pressure. Your eyes fall to the, now, useless bowl, cursing under your breath effectively stopping your gaze on the two people you feel opposing emotions for.

Discarding the item, you mumble something about cheap plastic and look back up. It is as if Vision is moving in slow motion. His hand drops from her shoulder down her arm to her back, all the while still leaning in way too close whenever he speaks.

Chanting to yourself in your head, you try to calm yourself down, "You can't lose it, you can't lose it, you can't lose it..." But then you see red when his hand begins to descend lower and it takes everything in you to not combust.

You can't stop yourself as you take large strides to rush over to them, the mantra that should be calming you so you don't end this man tonight is just a faint whisper in the back of your mind.

As you close in you realise you don't know what to say or do. Wanda's eyes widen when sees you and the look in your eye but before she can do anything you push yourself between them effectively breaking his hand away from her as you hold Wanda's waist and kiss her deeply.

Wanda relaxes into your hold and easily falls into the kiss placing her hands on the back of your neck to pull you closer. Vision takes a step back while looking away awkwardly. Wanda's lips take away your anger but in exchange your libido makes its return.

When you stop the kiss you open your eyes to see Wanda slowly open hers. Smiling with pursed lips, "Hi," is all you can muster up in a low whisper.

She smiles, biting her bottom lip and replies with a small, "Hi," giggling shortly after.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold myself back any longer," you smirk.

Vision clears his throat to make his presence known. You smile at your wife and peck her lips. While keeping her eye contact you gradually turn, moving your arm to wrap around her waist.

You look to your nemesis like you forgot he existed, "Oh, hi Vision. Sorry buddy, I didn't see you there. Are you enjoying the party?"

He is not as amused as you are and gives his short reply through gritted teeth, "Yes, it's been a nice night." As if on cue, the woman he arrived with comes over and says she is tired so wants to leave. You couldn't be happier, the grin on your face is almost like you have won first prize in a contest. Which, in a way, you have.

After another hour or so you say goodbye to the last of the guests as you walk them to the door. Wanda is latched to your side bubbling with glee because of how well tonight turned out. You listen to the excitement in her voice and can't help the warm feeling you get inside from her contagious happiness.

Sitting on the couch Wanda puts her legs over your lap while you hold her with one arm and she plays with your other hand in your lap. She is busy going through some of the names of the influencers she was able to meet and connect with tonight deeming the party a success. "Thank you so much honey, you did a lot today," Wanda acknowledges.

"Don't worry baby, you're dealing with the rest of the cleaning," you remark, looking at the remaining mess. "Everyone's gone now so I don't need to put up the 'perfect partner' act anymore," you smirk cheekily.

Wanda smiles and nudges you slightly with her shoulder while she looks at you. "Seriously Y/n, they all loved you," she pushes your hair back as she speaks further. "It couldn't have gone any better and I'm glad they got to meet you." She finishes by pressing a long kiss to your cheek, the action making your eyes flutter close.

She leans her forehead against your temple and lets out a breath whispering, "I love you," that you feel on your cheek. You easily return the sentiment then bask in each other's presence in the calmness of the night.

After about a minute you open your eyes and she pulls away. You rest your head against the plush cushion of the sofa behind you looking in her direction. You see the expression change on Wanda's face as her finger traces a line along your jaw. "You know, we didn't finish what we started earlier." Obviously affected by thinking back to before you were interrupted after your shopping trip.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that," you say sarcastically before moving to press your lips to hers. It starts off slow, full of love and appreciation for the other, it doesn't take long for things to get heated especially when Wanda moves to straddle your lap. You rest your hands on her naked thighs where her dress ends as she leans over you, getting some height to deepen the kiss.

Your hands creep up Wanda's thighs, resting them under her dress where the waistband of her underwear sits.

When she grinds down on your lap and feels something hard in your pants, she gasps looking at you seductively, "Mmm, someone's ready," she says, cupping your crotch.

"Well, I only saw one way this party was going to end, darling," you say with a husky voice and grin at her, "you did promise me after all."

Wanda kisses you hard and slowly begins to move her hips along your thigh.

You reverse your positions by quickly laying Wanda down, hovering over her as your hand makes its way up her dress to her breasts. Wanda gasps when you squeeze over the nude colored garment and your thigh presses into her centre.

Her rings feel cool against your warm cheeks as she holds you in place. She moves her hands, the tips of her fingernails pressing into the back of your head and jaw almost painfully as she kisses you with vigor.

Your body is heating up too much so you try to remove your jacket but when your hand hits the backrest of the couch your mind is made up to move to your bed.

After forcefully pulling away you finally remove the piece of clothing, immediately going back to kissing Wanda with her arms locking you in. You pull away the slightest amount against Wanda's strength, "There's not enough room," you mumble against her lips.

Latching her lips back onto yours Wanda tightens her limbs around your neck and waist as you swiftly lift her and expertly walk to the bedroom.

When your knees hit the edge of the bed you rest Wanda against the plush covers leaning over her. As Wanda continues to move her hips against your thigh you press it into her to increase the pressure that is building up in her lower stomach.

"Let me make you feel good," you whisper against her lips. Before you can press kisses down her jaw, Wanda unexpectedly pushes your shoulder so that you are laying on your back.

"Oh, I know you will," Wanda replies as she kneels over you. She smiles, biting her lip as she pulls her lace underwear past the edge of her dress. She slowly drags it down her smooth legs causing your breath to hitch. When you see the garment drop to the floor you finally close your mouth, swallowing your anticipation of what's to come.

Wanda kisses you feverishly as she positions herself comfortably on top of you pulling away not long after. Your disappointment doesn't last long when she begins to crawl up your body. "Fuck," you breath out when Wanda places her knees either side of your face and you see how wet she is.

You kiss the inside of her thighs as she gets into position while you look at what you are about to devour, your mouth salivating in anticipation. She then lowers herself on to you, your tongue immediately swiping through her folds.

Wanda moans at the contact and then moans louder from the vibrations you send through her body when you groan at how warm she is, her flavor coating your tongue.

You explore her folds knowing the right spots to get those intoxicating sounds from her. Wanda grinds herself on your face with one hand in your hair, her fingers threading your hair almost painfully and the other on the headboard to keep her balance.

When your tongue ventures lower, entering her and your nose bumps against her bundle of nerves, Wanda throws her head back moaning loudly, the pleasure setting her body on fire.

Her hips move without abandon so you slow her down placing your hands on Wanda's waist to control her speed. You bunch up her dress behind her so you can see the look of pure ecstasy on her face.

Wanda grips your head with both hands, eyes clenched shut, too overwhelmed by the pleasure. The closer she gets to reaching her peak the stronger her nails dig into your scalp making you grunt effectively sending shocks through her body.

Any sounds coming from her are muffled with the way her thighs squeeze around your head. Then, all in one go Wanda gushes over you, her hips slowing down as rides out her high, your hands trying to hold her in place to not let any drop go to waste.

When her fingers and legs loosen, you try to regulate your breathing, leaving small pecks along Wanda's inner thighs as she recovers.

Wanda looks down at you smiling as you smile back licking your lips. "I feel like I just drowned you," she giggles, stoking your hair.

"It's going to take a lot more than that," you chuckle back.

As Wanda goes to lay beside you, you support her by wrapping your arms around her back. When she is comfortable you kiss her, your tongue automatically meeting hers. She moans at her taste as it invades her mouth.

You move one hand from Wanda's waist to pull down her dress below her chest. You begin to squeeze and fondle her breast, pinching and rubbing a stiff nipple. Alternating between the two.

Nimble fingers work on your buttons to get you out of your shirt. While Wanda works on your clothes you unzip and pull her dress over her head.

With Wanda naked your lips work on her chest, leaving marks on her soft flesh. She sighs, her hand automatically going to the back of your head, when you take her nipple into your mouth sucking and grazing your teeth over the hardened bud.

She pulls you back up to kiss you which you reciprocate as your hips move against each other. Your moans are swallowed as the friction between you increases.

Wanda whines a little at the loss of contact when you lift yourself but her fingers are quick to help in trying to undo your buckle. When it is loose you drop your pants on the floor then hastily remove the remainder of your clothing.

You lean on one hand near Wanda's head as your hips meet. Your other hand grabs the shaft between your legs to coat her wetness along it while her fingers dig into your shoulders.

In anticipation, both of you hold your breath as you line up to enter her. You grunt at the same time as Wanda gasps, when you push into her, her walls pulling you in. Burying your face in her neck to control yourself, you allow her time to adjust to the intrusion.

Your hips stay still so you take the opportunity to look at Wanda's blissed out face. "You're so beautiful," you breathe out, kissing her lips which she lazily responds.

As you slowly kiss her, Wanda's hips begin to thrust so you follow in time with her. When you know she can take more, you take control, pulling her legs up, so you can slam into her deeper. Wanda exclaims your name after a particularly hard stroke.

You rest your forehead against Wanda's as she holds on to you like her life depends on it. Your mind goes to the sting you will feel when you shower in the morning from the scratches Wanda creates your back.

The closer she gets the more Wanda's walls pulsate around you. Every movement of your hips, every sound escaping her lips you're not sure how much longer you will last so you are relieved when Wanda says she is about to cum.

With Wanda's release yours follows shortly after. You pump in and out of her slowly to drag out her high. Carefully you rest your body weight on top of her as you catch your breath, Wanda's breathing warming your ear as she rests her head against yours.

When you have the energy again you lean on your hands, trying to not move your hips just yet because you know Wanda will still be sensitive.

Before you can make a move Wanda brings your face to hers, capturing your lips lovingly. With the distraction of the kiss you pull out of her slowly making her gasp when she is empty.

Rolling over beside her your arm goes around Wanda as she lays on your bare chest. "Was that worth the wait?" She mumbles against you.

You cup Wanda's cheek to get her to look at you. "For you? Always," you reply with a smile on your face.

While you lay there you converse about the party again and all the ones you will now have to attend to support the new people Wanda has met as they will do with her.

When the conversation dwindles Wanda anchors your face with her hands, leaning in to kiss you. It is sweet and calm, just as the night is now that the house is empty.

After a while she pulls you so you move on top of her again and you know where this is going to go. Your hand travels down the side of Wanda’s body until it gets to its warm destination.

Wanda gasps as your fingers circle her clit slowly and when you go to remove your hand she holds your wrist in place. You smile into the kiss and press harder making Wanda yelp.

From there you don't stop until she can't take anymore.

…

When you wake up in tangled sheets the next morning, one of your arms are draped over Wanda's midsection while you lay on your side, you open your eyes to see Wanda is already working.

Her face is concentrating on her phone, no doubt checking up on posts and what kind of impression her party left last night. She lets out a slight laugh that turns into a gorgeous smile plastered on her face.

You finally speak, "I thought I was the only one that could make you smile like that."

She looks over at you, her smile unwavering, "I guess you're right." She leans over to peck your lips then turns to her side leaning on her elbow and resting her head on her hand passing you her phone.

You raise an eyebrow as you take it. When you see the post you let out a laugh through your nose just as she did prior, "Yeah, I guess I am."

You look at her passing her back the phone. You both reposition yourselves - you put one hand behind your head resting on the headboard and she lays on her back, letting her rest her head on your chest giving you both a clear view of her phone.

Someone captured your kiss from last night and posted it tagging Wanda with the caption: 'I can only hope to find a love like this one day...'

You laugh, confusing Wanda and making her turn her head to look at you quizzically. You point to Vision on the side in the photo looking over the two of you. "I didn't even notice him." You move your hand back and thread your fingers through your hair. "What a tool," you say, making Wanda shake her head, giggling.

"You know you didn't have to do that right?" She rolls over and lays on top of you, putting her phone to the side so she can look at you. You lay with your back fully against the bed and place one of your hands on her lower back while the other is busy combing through her messy hair. "You could have just joined in the conversation, he would have moved away."

"No, there were only two options," you say.

Wanda looks at you with a crease between her eyebrows wondering where you are going to go with this. What exactly was the other option?

"I figured this was better than me punching him," you laugh as if you're the funniest person ever.

She lets out a chuckle from your antics. "You are something else," she says in a low voice then kisses you.

You have another thought, "Although..." You take your hand away from her hair and put your finger to your chin in a mocking way with your eyebrow raised looking in the air, "that would have definitely gotten you some free publicity." You look back to her, "All publicity is good publicity, right?" She laughs at the expression on your face.

You break the look when you smile at her reaction. "You're either psychotic or obsessed," she pokes your forehead making you furrow your eyebrows slightly.

"Can you blame me?" You roll over so that you're on top of Wanda so she takes your face in her hands. "Look at you!" You say excitedly as you both laugh and look at each other lovingly.

Your voice comes back down to its normal level, "I'd gladly take your labels of psychotic and obsessed if it keeps anyone else from putting their hands on you."

"The others are right, you really are crazy," Wanda says, pecking your lips.

"You must know it's because of you, don’t you?" You accuse.

"Oh no, you can't use me as an excuse for your obsessive craziness," she says while squeezing your cheeks together and pressing another light kiss to your lips.

"Oh yes I can," you lean in to kiss the smile off her face but fail miserably because you can't stop the smile on yours.

You can't help it when you're with her. She's the best thing to have ever happened to you and you can only hope she feels the same.

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Scarlet Moon

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness spoilers ahead

Scarlet Moon chapter 1

a/n: This was just something that I thought of, so please don't hate me. A lot of people were drawing parallels with between Wanda and Marc, and I just couldn't with the similarities. Also, this entirely for myself, I wanted to write this to get this off my chest. Also, I'm drawing inspiration from the comics as well, so there are going to be spoilers for the most recent Scarlet Witch comics. This is just the first chapter, I might write more, I might not, depending on how I feel. I liked writing this first chapter, but let me know if you guys want more.

summary: After Wanda Maximoff fakes her death and absorbs the Darkhold and Chthon, she finds herself in Montana, living in a cabin, trying to not be a threat to the rest of the world. Marc Spector is sent after her to make sure that she truly is dead. Upon learning that her death would unleash hell on earth, Marc keeps her alive. This puts a target on both of their backs. They go to London and Marc keeps her under wraps, making sure nobody knows about her. But when an attempt on her life is made and Wanda and Marc are forced to go into hiding. While in hiding, the two talk about their past and form a band that can't/shouldn't be broken

Warning: Canon violence, trauma, nightmares, cursing, graphic horror, a lot more that I am forgetting, but this is just a blanket warning

Wanda screamed and threw her hands up to protect her as the temple came crashing down on her. Her eyes flew open and she shot up in bed. Her hands had red tendrils wrapped around her fingers, like she was ready to attack. When she realized that she wasn't in immediate danger, she lowered her hands and let out a heavy sigh. Wanda fell back on to the pillow and stared at the ceiling, her hands resting on her stomach. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, but she couldn't. She threw the blanket off herself and got out of bed to make some tea, hoping that would calm her mind.

Two months since she had faked her death, bringing the temple down on herself. Two months of staying out of the public eye. She was using a different name, and she had her food delivered. She had no contact with the outside world, much like when she went to learn about her power and was basically possessed by the darkhold. She knew that, plus previous incidents was going to cause problems with anyone that she interacted with, She didn't want to talk about the She did in the past, she was still struggling to forgive herself for Lagos and Westview. Fuck, she felt horrible.

The whistling of the kettle pulled her out of her thoughts and she poured herself a cup of lavender tea, using her powers. She waited a few minutes before removing the leaves and talking the cup in her hand. She grabbed the milk and poured some in, using her magic to stir it in. Wanda took a deep breath in, inhaling the soothing lavender scent, her eyes half-closing A small smile touched her lips as She went to Sit out on the porch. She sat on the front steps to the 2nd abandoned cabin she made into a home. This one was in the middle of Montana. A place where the Avengers had little to no influence. This place was so anti-government she was positive they would welcome her with open arms... to an extent. That extent was why she didn't go out in public. She didn't want to risk an incident that accidentally told the entire world that she was alive. Wanda rook a sip of her tea, watching the lake and the trees in the gentle breeze

She heard whispering and she shook her head. Warda knew what it was. It was the darkhold talking to her chthon trying to get out, but she knew better. She knew when Chihon was talking to hier, telling her to do horrid, unspeakable things. Words she knew would have to listen to till the day she died. She wanted to be free, but she didn't want anyone to be tempted by the darkhold anymore or anywhere. She knew the risks when she absorbed the darkhold and chthon and she wasn't about to go back on the promise she silently made to the world.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a presence near ner. She wasn't expecting food or anything like that today, and she was more than positive that nobody had found out about her. The amount of magic that she used was so small that she figured it couldn't be traced. She set her tea cup on the boards next to her and she stood up, looking around trying to assess the situation. Instinctually her hands summoned magic, but she shook her hands to get rid of it in case it was some random person. She also changed her appearance, making her hair more blonde and pulled back into a bun, a couple strands loose

Along with her hair, Warda's clothing also changed into a flannel and some jeans. It was close to what she had been wearing when Strange came to see her. Reusing outfits, Not in the Avenger job description, but she was no longer an Avenger. That stopped the second she was called the reason the Sokovia Accords went into place and she was no longer human, but a weapon of mass destruction. Tony did have his way with words, and once they were Spoken, they were considered truth. Her hand flicked at her side, magic sparking at her fingertips.

As the presence got closer, the more she considered it a threat. when she turned the corner around the cabin, she was thrown against the wall, a crescent shaped blade pressed to her neck. She raised her hands as a self-surrender. In front of her was a man dressed up as a hipped out mummy. His eyes were glowing white and even though she couldn't see his face, Wanda could tell that he was more than annoyed. His blade was still pressed to her throat, telling her that he was planning on killing her, but something was holding him back. Almost like a voice telling him to not kill her. His shoulders were heaving, almost like he ran to get to her. While he was fighting with himself Wanda shot a jolt of red energy at the man's temple, and a couple of seconds later he fell to the ground. Wanda raised her hand to her neck, happy to find that she hadn't been hurt too terribly. A small nick on her neck.

When she looked down at the man that just tried to kill her, he was in normal clothing. She nudged him with her foot, and when he didn't move is when Wanda used her powers to take him inside the cabin. She grabbed the one chair that she had in the kitchen/dining room, dragging it to the open space in the bedroom. She put the assassin on the chair and used her magic to tie him up. While he was still passed out, Wanda gave him a pat down to see if he had any weapons on his body. She didn't find any, but oddly enough she also couldn't find the blade that he had used earlier. She turned the Chair so that it was facing the bed and sat down herself. Wanda flicked her wrist and the man's eyes glowed red as he woke up. After a couple of seconds, he registered where he was.

He struggled against the restraints and glared at Wanda. "What the hell is this?" He asked.

"I should be asking you that question? Why are you here? Who are you?" She said quickly. How did you find me?"

Wanda knew that he wasn't going to reveal his secrets, especially to her. But if Stephen Strange or literally anyone else that actually wanted to find her couldn't. how the fuck did mister modern mummy find her? Wanda had done everything in her power to make sure she wasn't found. Bovely using her powers, never going out in public, but some rando superhero found her faster than Stephen fucking Strange. She ran her fingers through her hair before looking into his eyes, trying to understand what he was thinking.

"My name is Marc. I was sent here to kill you."He said.

"No shit Sherlock. "He gave her an annoyed look. "Sorry, continue...".

Wanda motioned for Marc to keep talking.

He cleared his throat. "My name is Marc Spector. I'm the avatar for konshu. He sent me here to till you. He tracked your magic using his-No, I'm not saying that. "He looked like he was talking to an angile devil on his shoulder. He signed and rolled his eyes "Konchu used his 'godly' powers to find you." Marc used air quotes when we said godly. "Fucks sake, will you shut up?" He hissed.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Look if I told you, that would mean opening up about my past, and I'm not about to do that with the Scarlet Witch. "

Wanda rolled her eyes as he spat her name. There was a baseline hatred that he had for her, which she underStood. In the past wonda has had a record of creating problems she didn't mean to create. Westview and Logos being the first to come to mind, out past that? Germany, the Solsovia Accords, and if she thought hard enough, she could say that Ultron was her fault. But then again, she couldn't tell if she had harmed him or anyone close to him in the past. He might hate her because of the Sokovia Accords or something else.

"What did I ever do to you?"

Marc huffed and gave her a confused look. "It doesn't matter what you did to me. In fact you did nothing to me. But what you did to the people of Westview? Lagos? Sokovia? "She flinched at the mention of her home country." Do I need to go On?"

"All of those were accidents. "She muttered, trying to keep her voice from breaking

"Accidents that hurt people. "Marc closed his eyes, trying to not get super frustrated. "Wanda, you are a threat to people, don't you understand that?"

"Why do you think I'm out here? In the middle of nowhere? I don't talk to people, I don't interact with anyone or anything."

"Last time you did that, you tried to kidnap a child to get to your own Wanda. You don't get it. You are one of the strongest beings alive I have to stop you before it's too late. Before you cause any more problems."

"You can't kill me. It will cause you more problems."

"Really? Because the way I see it, the world's problems have doubled since you've arrived."

"I absorbed the Darkhold. When I brought the temple, tomb, throne thing whatever down on me, I absorbed it and the creature possessing it.*

Wanda closed her eyes and shifted how she was sitting, folding her hands in her lap. She was telling the truth Wanda had found out about Chthon after she had read some of the Darkhold. He whispered and told her that she could have her children. That she could have the life She wanted. Then he possessed her. She had that moment of clarity and that's why she absorbed the Darkhold, Wanda didn't want anyone else to be tempted by it anymore. She opened her eyes and looked at Mare, who just looked plain confused, He wanted to ask questions, She could tell, but again just like when he tried to kill. her, there was something stopping him. Preventing him from asking the questions that he had. Eventually, he spoke.

"The fuc-there's a creature possessing what now? Forgive me if I'm not up on the witch lingo."

Wanda huffed, "The Darkhold is a book of evil. Think of it as hell in written form. If you believe in hell. The Darkhold was written and possessed by Chihon. When I started reading it, he then possessed me, from there, I already told you what happened."

She wished that she could read his mind to Aunow what the hell he was thinking, because the look on his face told her nothing. He looked so confused, but under that he looked tired, frustrated. Annoyed. Part of her, wanted to let him go, but she knew that the second that she let him go, he would try to kill her. That or he might understand what she was saying and listen to her. It was a gamble she wasn't willing to play. Marc groaned and leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling.

"How do I know you aren't lying to me?" He asked, not looking into her eyes...

"Okay, I do have this powerset, but name one time that I lied, on purpose, to kill somebody?"

"I don't fucking snow All I know is that Konshu sent me here to kill you because of your past actions. It's not my job to guess if you're going to kill me or not."

"Isn't it you're job to know my post?"

"Uhhh... "he paused, "No. That's the dead bird's job." Marc let out a heavy sigh, "So what? I can't kill you?"

"No, you can't, unless you want to unleash hell."

"That is the lamest plea for a life I've ever heard."

Wanda had to try to not freak out on Marc. She didn't want to, but holy shit was he annoying her. She nubbed her eyes, groaning in frustration. She knew that this would happen. She should have gone with the easier option, Wanda was half tempted to just let him go, see if he was stupid enough to litterally let hell incarnate loose by hulling her, she fell back on her bed, looking at the ceiling.

"I'm not pleading for my life dipshit." She spat, sitting up again. "I'm pleading for the world that you do. Not. Kill. Me."

"You just expect me to believe that you're possessed by hell?"

"And I'm supposed to believe that you work for an egyptian god?"

She knew he wasn't lying about that. She had seen god. Fuck, she had met Thor. But she was trying to prove a point. Yes, what she had told him was batshit bonkers, but it wasn't any crazier than a god telling him that he needed to fill people as a form of justice Even the man she hated, Tony Stark, had a better idea of justice and he put her in jail.

"Touche-look, all I'm saying is that she has a point, and that we should maybe not kill her. "Marc growled and rolled his eyes. "What so she's gonna be my responsibility?"

"I am nobody's responsibility, that's why I moved here. Noloody here. bothers me, talks to me even looks in my direction! "Wanda shouted, sitting up in bed, glaring at Marc.

"Or you could have died when that temple came crushing down on you, you witch."She flinched at the way he said witch.

"Fine, then if you can kill me, well knowing that you're putting the rest. of the world in danger, then be my guest."

The red threads that had been holding Marc in place vanished and the man that came here to kill her was free. He stood up and changed into the mummy suit, grabbing his crescent blades from the moon on his chest, Wanda stood up to match him, just barely having to lift her head up to look into his eyes. In her hands were two energy balls growing red. For a moment, the two stared at each other. As they stood off, wind started blowing in the room, Wanda looked around to see where the source of the wind was, but she should have known it was a ploy. She felt a sharp pain. in the back of her head. Her head snapped around, her eyes glowing red.

She brought her hand around, hitting him square in the chest with an energy blast. He flew black through the wall of the cabin, making Wanda groan internally. Yet again, her home was ruined because people could with leave well enough alone. She walked through the hide that had been left in the side of the cabin to where Mare was laying. She had hit him so hard that he left a creator in the ground, but if didn't seem to phase him. He got up, shook off the dirt and raised his hands to fight her, but after a hit like that, he figured that he would get tom to bits by her. So he raised his hands and the costume disappeared. Wanda on the other hand had energy blasts ready to go incase he tried to attack her again. When she heard him talking to himself is when she dropped her hands, the balls of energy fading away.

"Okay, you got your wish. I won't kill you, but you're coming with me. to London. "Marc Said begrudgingly.

"Why London? "She asked.

"It's where I live, technically. "He muttered. There was something he was… hiding that he wasn't telling her. "Konshu changed his mind. He figures that if keeping you safe protects more people, then he's willing to let you live."

"How generous of the dead bird, "Wanda said, heading back into the cabin.

"Make sure you grab everything. We're not coming back.

She rolled her eyes and fixed the wall without even looking. She grabbed a bag and filled it with her clothing. It was the only thing she had. When she was in Sokovia, she wasn't allowed to have photos in her cell. So when she moved into the Avenger's compound, the only photos that she had were the ones that she got with the other Avengers, Her favorites had been the ones with Vision, Nat and Clint. While she was there, they had been the only ones to check on her and make sure she was okay, Everything had been lost though when Thanos destroyed the compound. It was depressing to say, but Wanda had nothing from before to show the people that she was closest to. Wanda left the cabin and closed the door behind her. Mare looked at her single bag and raised an eyebrow,

"What? "She asked.

"Nothing. I just expected more." He grabbed the bag from her.

She followed him down the driveway from the cabin and She turned around, flicking her wrist. The cabin disappeared and turned into ruins. It was unfinished and that's why she had picked it. Secluded and she could spend the time working on the cabin while trying to figure out having hell incarnate trapped in her stell, Living out in the middle of nowhere had given her the chance to think, to meditate, to figure some of it out. Though as shit goes sometimes, it didn't always go how she wanted to. There were days where she barely wanted to get up and face. Chthon and the vile things he would whisper to her. She would have outbursts, destroying the cabin or the area around it. Wanda barely knew how to use her power, and the one book that was dedicated to her had corrupted her, making it worse for everyone,

When they reached the end of the driveway, there was a massive white limo waiting for them. wand a looked at Mare and then at the limo. She couldn't see the connection. Though, the only real rich person she had ever talked to or interacted with was Tony So maybe not all rich people wore their money. Some just spent it on useless things, like a white limo with a license plate of your last name. Marc popped the trunk and tossed her bag inside before coming around and opening the door for her. If she had been impressed by the outside, the inside was even prettier, The leather was a rich red paired with black carpets, doors, and a black roof with small lights that looked like stars. She expected Marc to get into the back with her, but instead, he got into the driver's side and started the limo.

The drive was long and boring, and wanda just wanted to get out and fly to the damn airport. But she didn't, instead she fell asleep. Perfect timing for the lavender tea to kick in.She rested her head in her hand, leaning against the door.When her eyes closed, Wanda hoped that she wasn't getting another night mare. If She did, she had no idea how she was going to handle it. She couldn't freak out 30 that it scared Marc and she couldn't jerk awake and possibly crash the car. Thankfully a nightmare is not what she got. Instead she got to see all of her memories from Westview.

The first was when it was set in the 50s, Talking to Vision about what the date possibly was, the horrendous dinner party and her creating rings for the two of them. After that it was the magic show, then figuring out she was pregnant. Part of Wanda wished that she hadn't left Westview, She wished that she could be in Visions arms and that she could hold Billy and Tommy again. But that wishing? It's what got her there in the first place and she needed to cut it out. So instead of watching memories from Westview, Wanda just looked at the views from the cabin she just left. The smell of the pine trees filling her nose, the feeling of the cool breeze from the water. It was everything she wanted and more, but like all good things in her life, she didn't get to keep it. She heard her name being said, and then her body being shaken awake.

"We're here, "Marc told her, motioning to the airport.

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lesbianpizza · 2 years

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THIS IS NOT A MOTHERFUCKING DRILL

I swear to all that is unholy I fucking s(creamed)

Does she realize what she’s doing to the girls gays and theys??? Like miss ma’am…

Excuse me Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.

I’m so sorry I can’t come in today I’m gay

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Fucked my way up to the top - Wanda Maximoff

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Summary: You just got your first job in your life and suspiciously quickly became an assistant to the director of the company. Where's the catch?

Pairing: ceo!Wanda Maximoff × f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, dom!Wanda, sub!reader, age gap (W34 R21), mommy kink, strap on usage (W), blow job (R), pet names

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

Word count: 1.2k

AN: inspired by lana del rey i really love that song

You just graduated from a college you didn't even want to go to. Wrong college, wrong specialty, but as a result, very much the right job. After one day you began to believe in fate and that this entire chain of events in your life was a blessing from above. After all if it weren’t for the strong nature of your parents who sent you to study, you would never have met Wanda.

At some point, you thought that you would never find a job in your specialty until you saw the ideal vacancy: the salary, the location of the office, the schedule, the educational requirements, everything suited you. There definitely had to be a catch somewhere. And it definitely was.

“No, put it in its place, I don’t need these papers and coffee right now. I have a meeting Y/N, why answer me i need coffee? Just think for once with your pretty little head.” That catch was your boss, Wanda Maximoff. That's what you thought at first.

You trotted behind her on the way to the conference room; in general, the very fact that the director of the company took you on as her personal assistant was already a great success. Some worked in one place for years and remained as an office clerk. And then Wanda Maximoff took you to bring her coffee, not the hardest job, especially for the money that you were paid.

When you entered the room, the hall was empty. One characteristic feature of your boss was excessive punctuality, you realized this in your first week of work. You took your place at the head of the table next to her when you felt manicured hands rest on your shoulders, stroking them. That was the second thing about Wanda Maximoff, she loved to touch you, a lot. Sometimes she would tuck a stray strand behind your ear, sometimes she would stroke your thigh; in general, such touches from her were nothing new. If you said you didn't enjoy it, you'd be lying. Wet dreams with her began to visit you in the third week of work.

And now, from her touch, you could feel your core throbbing. To your great regret, at that moment the conference room began to fill with people. As important and powerful as Wanda. To be honest, you didn’t understand that such a small employee like you was even doing here.

The meeting lasted about an hour and during this time you could feel with your whole being how tense your boss was. Everything was definitely not going the way she wanted; one of the men opposite was already starting to scream, unable to prove that he was right. The deal was on the verge of failure. “Okay gentlemen, I think that’s enough for today. We’ll continue tomorrow.” Wanda could not stand it and marked the end of this meeting.

When the hall was empty, the woman sat down in a chair with her legs spread, a sigh escaped her lips and one hand again lay on your thigh, squeezing it. "Fucking bastards." She muttered and your gaze caught the older woman's pants. She wore an expensive formal suit with a bulge imprinted on the trousers. Your eyes widened, your breath caught in your throat as you wondered what her purpose was..."See something you like?" You jumped at the question, scared that you had been caught. One of Wanda's hands strokes your thigh, moving up closer to your already dripping pussy while the other massages her fake cock through the fabric of her pants. You look at her expressionless face and nod in response to the question.

"On your knees". The chair moves back with a creak, giving you space. You stand in front of her to look into her eyes, darkened with lust, for a second and fall to your knees. Hands immediately reach for her trousers, sorting out the belt and pulling them off along with her underwear. A red strap jumps out in front of your face and you start to get nervous about the size. “I don’t think it will fit..”. You are interrupted by a grip in your hair. "Don't worry baby girl I'll make it fit now suck my cock."

She guides your head towards her length and you curl your tongue around the tip as if she can feel it. You raise your eyes and look at her, and then shut your mouth on her dick, feeling tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Her palm cups your cheek and her thumb wipes away drops of moisture, “Oh my sweet girl wants to please her mommy so bad.” She helps you by guiding your head up and down her length, your panties are hopelessly ruined and you squirm, looking for some kind of relief. Wanda lifts her hips so that your nose touches her stomach and holds you like that for a few seconds. When your boss lets you go, your makeup is hopelessly ruined and you gasp for air.

"Such a good sweet girl. Do you want mommy to put her dick inside you? Do you want me to stretch you out and fuck you until you forget your name?" You are still kneeling in front of her and a pathetic whine comes out of your mouth, “Please mommy I really need you to fuck me.” Wanda likes your answer and growls, she pulls you to your feet and then bends you over the large office desk. Your cheek is pressed against the cold surface, the older woman has already hiked up your skirt to your waist and is stroking your throbbing pussy through the fabric of your cotton panties.“My, my, you’re already absolutely wet and I haven’t touched you yet. Do you like sucking mommy’s cock so much? Maybe next time should I fuck this beautiful, capable mouth mmm?" A sharp slap on your ass makes you gasp. "Yes yes please I will like it so much.”

Your underwear falls to your ankles and the tip of her cock teases your throbbing clit and then runs through the folds, collecting your arousal. Without warning, she fills you to the edge and started to pound at a slower pace than you would like. You gasp from the stretch "Mommy it's too big. Feel so full." Her pace increases, her hand finds your swollen clit and rubs it making you cry. "That's my good girl. Taking me so well. Come on baby mommy needs to de-stress after these bastards." Wanda leans over you and bites your neck as she continues to pound into you at a faster pace, your velvet walls starting to clench around her length. "Oh fuck Ms. Maximoff I'm close I gonna cum." Wanda’s cock hits that nice spot inside you so deliciously, pushing you inexorably to the edge. "Come on baby, cum for me. Show mommy how good she fucks you." Her fingers rub your sensitive bud faster and you see stars cumming all over her cock, crying out inaudible curses into the silence of the office. She continues to move, prolonging your orgasm until your breathing evens out.

She pulls out her faux cock and then a pair of strong arms turns you around so you're face to face so she can press her lips to yours in a leisurely kiss. Wanda walks back to sit back in her chair, holding you by the waist, pulling you behind her so that you sit on her lap. “I was not mistaken in choosing you as my assistant.”

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abimess · 2 years

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Earth-838

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The one where you come home to your family being attacked by your wife's variant.

Word count: 2616 || Pronouns: not used

Warnings: hurt/comfort, violence, make out (suggestive)

Rewatching MoM gave me the energy I needed to finish this idea I had a while ago so here it is! Hope you guys like it

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A few days ago the Illuminati Council had sent you and Thor to monitor illegal activities on a planet in a nearby galaxy. The trip was short and the work easy, but being away from your family for two days seemed like the hardest activity you had ever had to do.

You made video calls with Billy and Tommy whenever you could, laughing at their excited holograms when they saw the weird things and aliens around you. You promised to bring them with you one day as they asked, but your wife didn't like the idea one bit.

After the war against the Mad Titan, you and Wanda decided it was time to stop your superhero lives and focus on your family. And that worked well for you, but only for the first five years of it.

You missed the action, and as much as you loved your family immensely, you felt that you were not being as useful as you would like to be. Wanda, knowing you better than anyone else and knowing what was going on in your mind before you even had to tell her, supported you in your decision to return to action.

But you were only involved in simple, low-risk missions. After all, you had a family to take care of and to return to. The Illuminati saw no problem with your decision, glad that you had decided to return.

As soon as the mission is over, you return to your house, taking care not to drive above the speed limit to try to get home early. You don't tell your family that you are coming back, wanting to surprise them.

You stop the car in the garage and walk toward the door with a smile, just the thought of seeing the three people you love most filling your being entirely.

But the next step you take, screams are heard from inside the house, and your peaceful countenance is immediately transformed into alarm. When you see the commotion inside through the living room window, you rush out.

The noises are even louder inside the house, and when you see your frightened children clutching the banister of the staircase and your wounded wife on the dining room floor, your eyes shine silver.

"Stay away from my family!" You warn dangerously through clenched teeth, your magic dancing angrily around your fists as you turn your gaze to the intruder. When your eyes rest on her, however, it falters. "What..."

"Y/n?" The woman before your eyes looks and sounds like your wife, only the color of her hair and the clothes she wears distinguishing them. But she is not your wife, because your wife is getting up right behind you, and you find yourself frozen in place with shock.

"You're alive..." The variant says, her voice charged with emotion as thick tears stream down her face. You frown in confusion, your chest tightening with the need to reach out to her. But you don't.

The intruder keeps her eyes fixed on your figure for another minute before looking at your children, who run toward you and Wanda in desperation, hugging your legs tightly for protection. With a loud sob, the woman falls to her knees on the floor, crying even harder than before.

"Wands-" You start as you see your wife walk past you toward her variant, but the brunette shushes you off with a squeeze on your hand, a reassuring smile on her lips. When you fall silent, she continues on her course.

You watch with apprehension as your wife approaches the fallen Wanda slowly, bringing her hand to the other's cheek. The variant opens her eyes with confusion, looking at your Wanda with questioning eyes.

"Know that they'll be loved." Your wife whispers softly, and you are too far away to hear the other's breath hitching. The next moment the blue portal behind her, which you have only just noticed, projects forward, engulfing the redhead in its light. When the rift closes, everything returns to silence.

It takes less than a second for you to return to your senses, and you hug your children tightly, looking at them with concern. "Are you guys okay?" You ask, caressing their faces for any injuries. When they both nod in confirmation, you look at Wanda, who is walking back to you.

"What about you? Are you okay? What happened to your face?" You shoot up worriedly, taking her face between your hands the instant she is close enough to do so, and the brunette smiles lovingly, her hands on your waist reassuringly.

"I'm fine, my love." She assures, pecking your lips gently, and you nod, enveloping your family in a tight embrace. The three of you reciprocate in the same instant, and you spend long minutes standing there in silence.

"I think it's best if we all go to sleep." Wanda finally suggests, and the boys exchange frightened glances before looking at her pleadingly. "Can we sleep with you tonight, Mom?"

"Of course, darlings." The brunette assures sweetly, letting go of you to cup their cheeks, and the two boys smile in appreciation before hugging you again, making you smile. "Let's go upstairs."

Billy and Tommy don't let go of you at any point until you reach the bed, and you give up on the idea of changing clothes before lying down with your kids on the mattress. Wanda, who was also being dragged by the boys, lies down next to you.

The children take up the space on the mattress between you and Wanda in an attempt to feel protected from the fears unleashed by the night's events. The twins still take a long time to fall asleep, but you and the brunette keep hugging them and playing with their hair until they do.

When the room is finally filled with the sound of your sleeping children's heavy breaths, Wanda gives you a sweet goodnight smile before closing her eyes herself. You, on the other hand, can barely blink with the events of the night overwhelming your mind like a tsunami.

"Your thoughts are too loud." The brunette comments in a whisper after some minutes and you startle, not even having realized that she had opened her eyes again. The next instant, you smile amusedly before asking, "Are you reading my thoughts, dear?"

"Without your permission, never." Your wife responds sweetly to your teasing, and you let your playful smile break into one of adoration. But Wanda can see behind your countenance the restlessness of your mind, so she asks, "Do you want to talk?"

A deep breath leaves your lungs as you think, pondering the answer to that question. The brunette watches you patiently, her loving gaze letting you know that she will respect whatever your answer is, and you smile before giving it to her. "Let's go downstairs."

It's not hard to get up without waking Billy and Tommy, but still, you and Wanda take all the care in the world to make as little noise as possible. When you are standing, the brunette entwines her fingers in yours before leading you out of the room.

You let your wife guide you downstairs in silence, and as the destroyed living room begins to appear in your field of vision, you feel your heart squeeze inside your chest. As soon as you reach the end of the stairs, Wanda looks at you with a soft smile, but you don't respond as you bring your eyes to just above hers.

"We didn't clean your cut before we went to bed." You comment as you take your fingers to gently caress the healthy skin around the wound, the dried blood reaching up to the height of the space between the brunette's eyebrows.

Dropping your hand to the side of her face, you leave a brief caress on her cheek before turning away, and Wanda doesn't need to ask to know that you are going to the kitchen to get the first aid kit.

When you return to the living room with the white box in hand, you see the red energy fillets hovering around the room, leaving your wife's fingers and rearranging the messy, destroyed room. You smile teasingly, "I thought using magic to fix things in the house was against the rules."

"You can pretend you didn't see it the same way I pretend I believe you fixed the refrigerator with the tools in the garage." Your wife strikes back at the same instant, turning to you with a defiant smile when everything is back in place, and you let out a laugh. "Come."

The next moment you are guiding Wanda to the living room couch, sitting down next to her and examining the wound on her forehead. The brunette watches with a loving smile as you take the necessary items from within the kit, turning to her with concern evident in every one of your features.

The minutes tick by as you cautiously tend to the brunette's wound. The cut is shallow, but Wanda barely feels your touch on the spot. And though she knows you were doing far more than necessary for a wound of that length, she doesn't stop you from continuing.

"You're running away from the conversation." The brunette comments, studying your expression changing to an amused one as you retort, "I'm taking care of your beautiful face, actually." Wanda smiles at the jest, but she didn't miss the way you swallowed dryly.

"Y/n." She decides to insist, calling your name tenderly, and you sigh heavily, returning the supplies back to the first aid kit after you finish bandaging. You rest the box on the coffee table slowly, and Wanda waits patiently for you to be ready to talk.

"I couldn't protect you." You begin with your eyes fixed on the ground, your voice so low that the brunette has to strain a little to be able to hear what you are saying. "I... I wouldn't be able to protect you." You explain, looking at her again with a pained look of guilt.

"You wouldn't be able to hurt her." Wanda says, translating your thoughts as a loving, empathetic smile frames her lips. "How would you? She's me." She adds with understanding, but you shake your head vigorously. "She's not. You are you. She's someone else."

"That's not what you thought when you saw her." Your wife retorts, but nothing in her posture shows accusation. Still, you feel the need to look away in shame. "She's a version of me, I understand. I couldn't hurt a variant of you."

"If she had done something to any of you...and I wasn't able to stop her..." You start with tears in your eyes, but choke on a sob before you can finish your sentence, and Wanda's countenance contorts in sorrow at seeing you like that.

"Stop, Y/n, stop." The brunette asks firmly, rising from the couch only to straddle your lap, each leg on one side of your thighs as her hands cup your cheeks and make you look at her.

You keep your eyes closed for a moment, trying to control your tears as a sigh leaves your lips. But you allow your wife's gentle touch and the pressure of her body against yours to comfort you, and soon you open them again.

"Don't do this to yourself. Everyone has their weak points." Wanda urges sweetly, a small gentle smile on her lips as her eyes shift between yours. You sigh heavily, distractedly bringing your hands to her waist. "But I can't let my weaknesses keep me from protecting you."

"You put too much on yourself." The brunette says in a light tone of humor, and you let out a small laugh at the phrase your wife has said to you at least a million times now. The sound makes Wanda smile proudly at her attempt to make you feel better. "Come here."

It is she who leans forward instead, and you sigh against her lips as you kiss her back, circling your arms around her to hold her even closer to your body. Your body relaxes with each movement of her soft mouth against yours, surprising you with how much you've missed her in just two days.

"I love you." Wanda sighs against your lips as the kiss ends, sweetly stroking the hair at the nape of your neck, and you smile with your eyes closed, enjoying her touch as you say, "I love you so much, my darling."

"Why don't you show me how much?" The request makes you open your eyes again, your stomach sinking inside your body as the brunette bites her bottom lip before adding, "If that's something you want too, of course."

You know that Wanda just wants to make you feel better, make you forget about the events of the night and all the negative thoughts that make your chest heavy. At the same time, however, she doesn't want to do this in any way that you don't think is best. And these are all just a few of the infinite reasons why you love her so much.

"And at some point I don't want to satisfy my wife?" Is your reply as you squeeze her hips tighter, pulling her against you, and the brunette's brief contented giggle is what you get in response before she leans in once more.

The kiss is now more intense than before, your tongues together making you both sigh against each other's mouths. You feel Wanda holding her breath as your fingers venture under her blouse, her hands squeezing your shoulders.

And then childish voices from upstairs call to you both in sleepy tones, and you and Wanda pull away, your foreheads resting against each other as you share giggles.

"And the moment is broken." You complain against your wife's lips, who smiles amusedly, pulling her face away so she can get a better look at you. "There's always going to be the next moment. And all the others after it."

From her tone and the loving look in her eyes, you know that that assurance is for far more than just that moment. It's an assurance that she would be here, that you and Billy and Tommy would be here. That there is nothing to be afraid of.

You smile in gratitude, deciding to believe her words if only to find your peace in that instant. But before you can offer her a verbal response, your children's calls become louder, and you sigh. "We're coming!"

Wanda smiles at you as she gets off your lap, and you decide not to complain about missing the warmth of her body against yours as you rise from the couch. But of course she can see it on your face, so she bites her bottom lip before kissing you again, and you have to resist all your instincts not to pull her back onto the couch.

When the kiss is over, the brunette entwines her fingers in yours to pull you to the stairs. You follow her obediently, only releasing her hand when you are both back in the bedroom and lie down on the bed to hug Billy and Tommy, who have crying expressions that hint at a possible nightmare.

To distract them, you and Wanda tell stories about missions you went on years ago, exaggerating some details to entertain them enough to make them forget their fears.

When the kids finally fall asleep, you and your wife exchange whispers of goodnight, the brunette smiling lovingly at you before closing her eyes against the pillow. You close yours as well and, this time, you fall asleep.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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Kinktober (24)- Hair Pulling

Scarlet Witch X Reader 18+

Summary: Waking up in her variant's body, Wanda has one thought on her mind. Find her family. What happens when she discovers that in this reality she has a wife not a husband.

Warnings/Tags: Scarlet Witch, Dream walking, Fingering, Oral, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Light Angst

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Opening her eyes, the red slowly faded back to green while she took in her surroundings, the unfamiliar room catching her interest. Wanda noticed she was now in a bed, soft and gentle breaths coming from the person behind as she moved to sit up right. Her fingers didn’t hold the corruption of the darkhold in this variant, her fingertips free from the black and darkness that stained her hands. Magic still coursed through her body though, bringing a smile to her lips as she tried to get up.

A pair of arms wrapped around her middle, the witch now only noticing how she was in nothing, the only thing covering her body being the thin sheet that covered the bed. A pair of lips pressed a soft kiss at the base of her neck, travelling further up the skin till their teeth nibbled on her ear lobe, hands tightening their grip around her middle.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” you rasped out at the shell of her ear, your bare front now flush against her back.

Wanda’s mind practically froze as you continued to press your lips against her skin, her body warming up at the feeling. Her variant was with a woman? Where was Vision? The boys? The darkhold-

“Come on love, I’m sure I could persuade you to stay,” you tease while moving your hand lower on her stomach, Wanda tensing at the touch, trying to ignore the heat building in between her legs. She was here to find her husband and twins, not to fuck whoever was currently in her bed.

“I have to go,” she mutters, turning around to see you, breath hitching slightly at the sight of you. You were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; your body now being raked over by her green eyes that darkened with every second she looked at you, your hands cupping her jaw and angling her head to look into your eyes.

Maybe staying for a little bit wouldn't be such a bad thing.

“Do you?” you murmur, leaning forward slowly and claiming her lips. The kiss was intimate and passionate, something Wanda has craved to feel for so long. You moan when she kisses back hungrily, guiding you onto your back as you smile into the kiss, your fingers threading through her brunette locks and keeping her head close. “I think you could stay a little longer,” you mutter, her hands drifting down your body experimentally.

“I think I could too,” she whispers in response, her fingers now at your hip bone. Maybe it was wrong to enjoy the love and affection you were giving her, pretending for the moment that you were hers and not her variants. “What do you want, Detka?” the low rasp of her voice, accent delicately wrapping around her words making your eyes darken with lust.

“You,” the tone of your voice a breathy sigh as you let your head loll back against the soft mattress, Wanda busying herself with kissing your neck, teeth scraping the juncture of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. Your words make her groan against your skin, moving to kiss the top of your breasts while looking up at you, pure desire swirling in her eyes. “I need you to touch me,” your fingers softly scratch at her scalp, “Fuck me however you want to, just use me love.”

Your words awaken something primal in Wanda, moving up to crash her lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating it while her fingers swipe through your folds. Both of you moan at the feeling, her amazed at the abundance of arousal now coating her fingers while you moan at the way her fingers draw circles on your clit perfectly.

“Fuck,” you groan against her lips when she slides a long slender digit inside you, curling it perfectly against your velvety walls to have you squirming under her.

“You like that Detka?” she taunts, repeating the action and hitting the spots that make you see stars, pleasure clouding your mind. “Of course you do, you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you?” A sinful noise escapes you as she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping them in and out of you brutally.

“Yes,” you sigh out, back arching when she slides another digit into you, stretching you out. Your hands move to her back, nails digging into the skin as she crawls down your body, littering it in open mouthed kisses until she reaches your core. Her hot breath fans over you, teasingly kissing around your thighs to have you whimpering under her. “Please,” she licks a stripe up your core, groaning at the taste of you, the addictive sounds pouring out of your mouth encouraging her as she continues to thrust her fingers into you, tongue now swirling around your clit, mouth occasionally sucking on it making you buck against her face. “Oh god Wanda,” your hands move to clutch the sheets next to you, knuckles bleeding white as she eats you out like she’s starved. “I’m going to come,” Wanda merely groans into your dripping core at your words, sending you over the edge as you scream her name, legs trembling around her head as you clamp your thighs around her, rutting against her face to ride your orgasm out.

“Detka,” she moans out when you release her, your arousal now coating the lower part of her face as she moves away from your core. Her eyes gaze down at you, her want and need for you not fulfilled yet. “Turn over,” her voice dropping an octave, you instantly rolling onto your stomach and moaning as you feel a strap on pressing into your ass. You look back to see her magic fading around the conjured-up toy, her kneeling behind you as she teases the tip at your entrance.

“Are you going to take this like a good girl?” she husks out, pushing her hips into you making an unabashed moan reverberate around the room from you. The feeling of the false cock hitting even deeper inside you, Wanda pounding into you from behind makes your brain cloud with the thought of her. One of her hands goes to your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail and pulling on your hair, your head craning back as her hips snap into you.

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” you moan out, hands grasping at the sheets in front of you for support as she relentlessly thrusts into you. A grunt leaves her lips as she continues to snap her hips into you so hard the whole bed is shaking and smacking against the wall with each thrust. Your body writhes under hers as she drills into you with no mercy, desperate to make you numb with pleasure.

“Look at you stretched out and trembling around me,” she husks out between especially hard thrusts before looking down to see the toy being swallowed up by your needy cunt and groans at the sight. “Taking me so well.”

“Please,” you whimper out, Wanda never wanting to forget the way you sound when she’s fucking you like this. Her other hand moves to press her thumb firmly against your clit, your body squirming at her touch. She tugs on your hair again causing a lewd noise to be ripped from the back of your throat, her thumb never easing up from circling your clit. “Please can I come?” you whimper out, body buzzing with pleasure.

“Come for me,” she pants out, keeping up her pace of pounding into you mercilessly. A scream leaves your lips as you tense, pussy spasming around the toy as her name falls from your lips like a prayer, Wanda slowing down to help you with your aftershocks and not overstimulate you. “Good girl,” she murmurs, moving down to interlock her fingers with yours as she kisses along your back.

When you’re ready, she pulls out of you, magic dissipating the toy away and moving to cradle you in her arms, your face instinctively going to the crook of her neck.

“I love you,” you whisper, making the witch tense.

“I..” your finger moves to press against her lips to quieten her, not wanting her to say it back.

“Shush love,” You pull away from her neck to look her in the eyes, a hand cupping her jaw, “I don’t need you to say it back, I just want you to know I love you, in every universe.” Her brows furrow as she looks at you, tears forming in her eyes at the care and love in yours.

“How did you know?” she whispers, you just smiling softly at her before pressing your forehead to hers, letting her enjoy the intimate moment.

“My Wanda would never fuck me like that,” you tease, “She’s scared I’ll break, but it’s ok because I love the way she makes me feel. I love the way any of you make me feel.” You let her move to your neck, basking in the warmth there as tears threaten to spill, arms snaking around your middle and holding you as close as possible, desperate to feel anything but the pain of her reality.

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ravenromanova · 6 months

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Bad girl

Parings: Wandanat x Female Avenger

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Fingering, Edging, Bonadge, Orgasm denial, Oral, Nipple play, Mean Wanda, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to give their neglected baby some attention

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You could feel the two sets of emerald eyes throwing daggers at you as you talked to their younger siblings. Your plan was working a little better than you had intended and you were just hoping they’d break soon. The plan was simple, flirt with pietro and yelena, get Wanda and Nat to give you attention like you’ve been wanting all week.

Your girlfriends had promptly been ignoring you for over a week now and it was killing you. Honestly you had no idea why they were being so cold towards you. So you did what you did best…scheme. And by the looks that both redheads were giving you it was definitely working.

The three of you were downing shots at the bar in between sharing your most embarrassing mission stories.

“No i swear i almost died that mission” You laugh at your own stupidity from your last mission as you down another shot. Pietro went on about how Clint “accidentally” shot him with an arrow during training and you lost it. You slyly put your hand on the blondes shoulder making his twin fume.

“I think you’ve had enough malysh” A thick sokovian accent flooded your ears as her hands came around your waist. Her hands squeezed your hips making you squeak a little as you turned to look at her.

“But im having fun” You try to protest earning a disappointed sigh from the redhead.

“I said you’ve had enough” She repeated herself lowly in your ear causing you to shiver. “Natty is already in the room waiting for us” Wanda took your hand and pulled you away from Yelena and Pietro despite your protests. Her cool rings her digging into the flesh of your arm causing you to struggle in her grasp.

“Heyyyyy!” You pout as she takes you away from your friends.

“Bad girls dont get to have fun” She pushed you into the room where Natasha was waiting on the bed. You opened your mouth to say something but she pushed you onto the bed before you could.

“Anything to say for yourself?” The russian asked kneeling behind you. Your senses were all kinds of fucked as you were surrounded by the two women.

The air in the room was thick with tension as you felt Natashas hands come underneath your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach. Both of the women raised an eyebrow waiting for your response but you couldn’t find one that wouldn’t make them mad.

“I-I just wanted your attention” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “You two have been so distant and cold towards me lately” Both women look at each other as you speak and they truly felt bad for abandoning their princess.

“So instead of coming to us about it you decided to flirt with our siblings?” Wanda seethed feeling her guilt melt away and her anger take over.

You simply nod your head at her question feeling all kinds of stupid at your antics. You knew your girlfriends loved you and were probably just having a difficult time lately but you still missed them.

“You could’ve just asked detka” The russian husked in your ear kissing it softly. “But since you wanted to be a slut we now have to treat you like one” Her hands found their way to the hem on your panties making you shiver.

“I-I’m sorry daddy” You groan feeling her hand pull away from your core. “I’ll be a good girl” Natasha chuckled in your ear moving from behind you to lay you flat on the bed.

“Oh we know you will detka” She said softly giving you a sweet kiss before they ruin you. Wanda flicks her wrist and youre left naked on the bed. Both women kneel on either side of you slowly rubbing your soft skin making you burn with desire.

“Here’s how this is gonna go” Wandas voice broke you out of your thoughts. “We are going to play with you and you only get to cum when we say so and if you cum before we allow you to then you will be punished more than you already are okay?” She says gripping your chin.

“Yes mommy i understand” Wanda smiles at your submission and then uses her magic to tie your hands to the bed frame. The red tendrils buzzed against your skin and made you smile.

Wanda made her way down to your wet pussy and stopped right before she got to your clit. Your hips bucked against her hand when you felt her cool hands come into contact with your heated skin. She slowly licked a stripe against your pussy making you moan but ultimately she left you wanting more. She flicked her wrist again and started drawing circles against your clit.

“Oh fuck mommy” You mewl feeling the buzzing on your most sensitive area. Wanda smiled softly and you and gave Natasha a look that sealed your fate for the night. You felt the older woman move behind you and rest your body against her chest. Her slim fingers made their way down to your nipples and started tugging on them.

“Yes yes yes” You chanted relishing in the touch of your lovers. You felt the coil in your stomach about to burst at their touch. But it was soon cut off when Natasha stopped touching you and Wandas magic ceased on your clit.

“Did you really think we’d let you cum that easily? Bad girls dont get to have fun” Wanda repeated her words from earlier coming back up so your faces are inches apart.

“B-But mommy” You whine trying to pull her closer and she responded by smacking your mouth.

“Do not talk back” She reprimanded with a harsh tone making you sink back into Natashas hold.

“Oh come on dont be so mean to her Wands. Our little baby just wanted our attention” Natasha cooed rubbing your cheek softly to soothe the sting.

“Stop being so soft of the little slut Natalia” Wanda sneered giving the russian her signature death glare.

“No, she’s just our dumb little baby who didn’t know any better” The russian played with your hair making Wanda roll her yes.

“She’s still getting punished for being a slut” The younger of the two women flicked her wrist again and the your clit started buzzing again.

“Oh fuck” You throw your head back onto Natasha in pleasure. One of Natashas hand found home around your throat applying just the right amount of pleasure.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap again feeling Wandas magic on your clit. Wanda stopped the magic once more making you whine in protest.

“Please mommy please let me cum” You begged the witch making her shake her head.

“Now what’s the fun in that when you get so worked up by me not?” She asked and Natasha just shook her head at the younger woman. You felt a shifting behind you and then Natasha was the one between your legs.

Wanda shot the spy a look that read ‘what are you doing?’. Natasha simply shook her head and parted your thighs.

“Well if you aren’t going to fuck her then i will” She simply said shrugging her shoulders and started eating your pussy. Wanda groaned at her girlfriend and slightly outed that her fun was over. She always knew the spy had a soft spot for you and Wanda did too expect for when you fuck up.

“Always so soft on her” Her words sent a chill down your spine making you look up on her.

“That doesn’t mean you have to be” Your words made her tilt her head and raise an eyebrow at you. “I-I like it when youre rough with me mommy” You say trying to pull on the magical restraints but failing.

Wanda just smiled and wrapped her hand around your throat and her mouth came into contact with your nipple. “Yes mommy-fuck-“ You moan when you feel Wanda biting and tugging on your nipple.

“So sweet detka” Natasha praised sticking two fingers in you hitting your g-spot. You threw your head back feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re enduring.

“Hurry up and make her cum” Wanda hurried Natasha as she stared at the spy making her speed up her actions.

“R-Right there-oh fuck- yes daddy yes!” The moan ripped itself from your throat and the coil in your stomach snapped as Natasha hit your g-spot just right.

“Good girl” She praised bringing you into a heated kiss. The two of you moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. Wanda was quick to pull you two apart and settled herself in between your thighs again.

The witch wasted no time in shoving three fingers in you making you scream at the burn. She kept her eyes on you the whole time as Natasha started leaving marks on your chest and neck.

“Oh fuck mommy please can i cum?” You asked feeling your second orgasm build up. Wanda smirks and then rips her fingers out of you causing you so cry out.

“P-Please mommy” You beg pulling on your restraints. Wanda clutches your face in her hand again forcing you to look at her.

“Who do you belong to?” She asked giving you another smack on the cheek.

“You and Daddy i-i belong to you and Daddy” You responded to her question quickly which made her smile.

“You better start acting like it” She said and you nodded obediently as she made her way back down to your pussy. Natasha was still leaving marks on your neck when Wanda shoved her fingers back into you.

“Cum you little slut” Wanda urged fucking into you at a hard and rough pace. The coil in your stomach was building up at every stroke of your g-spot.

“R-Right there mommy fuck!” You screamed feeling your orgasm rip through you. Wanda continued to finger you not caring that you were pleading her to stop. Her fingers worked relentlessly against your core. It all became too much Natashas mouth of your nipple while Wanda fucked you hard had you reeling.

“Too much Mommy s-stop please!” Your attempt at pushing Wanda out with just your thighs failed you when she used her magic again to tie your thighs together.

“Fight me again and you wont get to cum for weeks” She muttered against your clit while her fingers were still in you.

At a certain point you lost how many orgasms your girlfriends had pulled out of you alternating between who fucked you. But after what felt like hours they finally stopped.

“I’m sorry for being a bad girl” You said in the midst of a fucked out haze. Both women laid next to you and Wanda tilted your chin to look at her.

“We’re sorry for ignoring you malysh. We’ll do better.. Just dont pull that again little one” She gave you a sweet kiss and then rubbed your cheek softly.

“We love you detka” Natasha whispered in your ear as her arms snaked around your waist.

“I love you guys too” You said with a dopey smile on your face. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence just enjoying the soft kisses and touches they gave you. That night they promised you no matter what that they’d never neglect their baby ever again.

~The end~

A/n: Sorry i kinda rushed this one i wanted to make sure i posted this one tonight since i have a few more kinktober fics coming out and i dont wanna keep not posting for days at a time!

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