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writing-house-of-m · 10 months

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Mistakes

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 447

Warnings: Not been edited

Summary: You take care of Wanda's boys

A/N: This took a while to get around to doing but here is the first request done!

You have been seeing Wanda for six months. When her babysitter fell through you volunteered to take care of her boys so she didn't need to take the day off work. Everything has gone well… until now.

The last twenty minutes have been you trying to calm the two hyperactive boys down so that they can sleep.

When you hear the front door you race down knowing you have to explain yourself to Wanda.

"You made a mistake," Wanda says, monotonously.

"I know! I know. I shouldn't have given them ice cream before bed," you say, dropping your head shortly after as a thud sounds above your heads making you wince.

Wanda lifts your face up so you can meet her eyes. You see the amused smile on her face before she speaks, "It's okay, you made a mistake. You think I haven’t done the same thing before?" She strokes your cheeks to comfort you.

You sigh, when you hear footsteps running around through the ceiling. "Well, no. Because you're the perfect mother," you mumble into Wanda's neck, wrapping your arms around her waist, holding her close.

"Honey," she pulls away so she can look at you again. "You're great with the boys, there's no way you could have known they would act like this after ice cream. The first time this happened to me they broke a window."

You scoff, then your eyes widen, "You don't think…"

"Yeah, I should go check on them," Wanda says, pecking your lips before rushing to leave.

While Wanda is upstairs calming down the two rascals, you try to sort out the aftermath of your chaos from earlier, downstairs. The longer she is up there the quieter it gets.

In the time it takes for Wanda to meet you on the couch you have cleared the clutter of toys from the floor, put away dishes and bought some order to the furniture.

Wanda sighs as she leans into your side. Wrapping your arm around her you kiss the top of her head as she rests against you.

"Long shift at the hospital?" You ask.

Wanda hums, feeling relaxed as you stroke her hair.

You get up and before Wanda can protest, without hesitation, you lift her bridal style. "Let's get you to bed," you grunt. "Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake twice and give you ice cream too."

Wanda chuckles as you carry her out of the room. "But I really wanted ice cream," she whines, playfully.

"Maybe if you're a good girl you can have some tomorrow," you joke back laughing along with Wanda.

It might be early in your relationship but you know one day you will marry this woman.

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 3 months

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Without you.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader blurb.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Word count: 499.

Masterlist.

How is it that you can love someone to the point where you can't breathe?

To the point where if they leave you, your heart will never sing.

Sing the words that once made you happy, the ones that made you glad, the ones that made you remember all the good that you had.

How is it that she took everything without a word being said? How is it that she left you, left you almost dead.

If she loved you the way she said she did, she would never leave and for some reason you still loved her all that much, that's why you can't breathe.

You were sitting on your bed staring out of the large window in the bedroom when you heard your door open.

“You wanted to talk?” You ask cautiously, your eyes still looking out the window.

“Yes,” Wanda sighs, “I- It's just-,” she begins, but stumbles on her words.

“Come on, just say it Max. Just say what you came here to say. Just say what I know you've been dreading to tell me for some time now,” you whisper, as your eyes now focus on the witch.

“Y/N/N,” Wanda whispers softly, as tears stream down her face at the broken look you give her. “You have to know, I never wanted it to be like this,” she cries.

“I know,” you sigh as tears mark your own face as well. “I know things were never meant to play out this way, but I also know that you love him the same way that you’re supposed to love me,” you say as a sob escapes your throat.

Wanda approaches the bed slowly, before she sits besides you and pulls you into a tight hug.

“I'm sorry, my love, I am so so sorry.” Wanda cries into your shoulder. “The stone it- I don’t understand it, but what I do know is that I’m hurting you because of it, so that’s why I need to let you go, you deserve more than whatever I am giving you,” she says lowly.

“Yeah, I get that. So it is what it is,” you say shrugging, trying desperately to alleviate the ache in your chest with your nonchalant words. “But I do ask for one last thing Wands,” you begin, as Wanda looks at you with sad green eyes, “can I please hold you,” you ask softly, the witch nodding against you.

As both you and your now ex-lover slide into the bed you once shared, you holding her from behind, Wanda waits until your cries finally turn into even breaths of slumber before removing herself from your tight hold, placing a final kiss to your forehead before moving to grab a pen and paper to write you a letter. Leaving it on the dresser beside your bed.

“It's over.” Is all that it says.

And it's enough for you to know your heart may never sing again.

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the-doomed-witch · 1 year

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promot 1 & 2 with wanda. the same situation when you both are young and when you are old.

✦ Buttons on a Coat, Lighthearted Joke

Wanda x GenderNeutral!Reader

Prompts:

1. Smoothing your fingers down your lover’s tie, fixing where your lover couldn’t tie it right. 2. Brushing your lover’s waist/shoulder as they pass.

Warnings: fluff, not proofread, shouting (i mean it’s from across the room but still?) | implied childhood friends to lovers

Author’s Note: dear anon, thank you for requesting! i hope i did justice to your request, please feel free to give out any feedbacks or criticism :)

Send me prompts/dialogues! | Masterlist

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“Hang on a second!” you shout at the top of your lungs, with an unintentional tinge of aggression. Wanda has knocked on your door for eight times now, and you cannot for the life of you handle the disheveled hair, weirdly arranged tie, and a coat you barely just ironed.

“Y/N, just open the door! You’re taking too much time and you aren’t the only one attending the event my boss invited me to!” she snaps right back at you. You had the choice between either a latecomer-with-a-walk-of-shame or my-wife-is-going-to-hunt-me-down. The second one seemed to secure some dignity for you. So you give up on trying to look presentable and unlock the door.

Wanda looks at you with a plain face. No shock, no expression of anger, no disappointment. Gradually, her mouth curves into a smile, and she couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. “Oh my God Y/N!” she managed to say between bursts of laughter.

Your face grows burning red. “Stop laughing at me, and help me out!”

“Oh malyshk, don’t tell me you’ve been doing this for the past hour and forty five minutes.” She continues chuckling. You surrender and join her, crying-laughing. “Just- do something about it.”

With a few swift movements of her hand, she fixed your hair. As her hand was placed in your hair again, you pulled her into a deep kiss. Wanda let go a little sooner than usual, which hurt, but she clarified, “Detka, we’re already running late. When we come back home, I promise, we will continue right where we left off.” She kisses you on the cheek.

Her hands skim over your neck as she straightens your shirt’s collar and unknots the hideously done tie. Both of you say at the same time, “It’s just like high school prom.” She looks up and smiles at you, and you return it cheerfully. “You never learned how to do a tie.”

“It gives me a reason to spend more time with you. Always has.”

She caresses your cheek, “Just admit that you’re too dumb for it.”

“I’m not gonna deny that.” The sounds of her giggling mingle with your own.

When Wanda is done with helping you out, she steps aside to rearrange her own hair in front of the mirror. As she does so, you let your hand brush over her waist. Her blush was clearly visible in her mirror reflection. Her face was just as soft as the cotton of her shirt, hair as red as the flush on your cheeks.

When she turns around, you hold her coat ready in your arms, and help her wear it. “Breathtaking, you’re absolutely breathtaking, my love.” you whisper against her lips.

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romanoffsbish · 1 month

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Home Training

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

Wanda tries to tell you what to do after a long day of work, so you put her in her place | WC: 1,722

18+ | Minors DNI

Wanda was panting, the way she always did when you had her ready to tip over the edge. This time though there was an underlying tension, and that was because instead of fucking her senseless you simply observed.

The brunette was needy and borderline aggressive with her words when you got home from work, exhausted.

"You left me a mess this morning, so fix it mommy!"

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Truthfully, she should be thankful you hadn't tossed her across the bed and made her cheeks bright red.

No, instead you told her to use her own fingers and as good as they were, something you knew intimately, it was just never the same for her after finding yours.

Her attraction to you actually stemmed from watching you play a game of table tennis with Natasha, the way you gripped the paddle and curled and uncurled your fingers in brief moments of rest unlocked her desire.

Now the woman loved you more than life itself, but in this moment she likened you to the devil herself with the way you left her to build an orgasm up all alone.

"Mommy please," she cried—on the edge of something miraculous, but then you crushed her hopes. "Stop."

"Wh-what?" Wanda kept going, her slick fingers defiant in their race to send her crashing into bliss.

You tutted, "careful now baby, or I won't be nice."

Wanda whined but did as you said, bringing her fingers to a standstill as you slowly approached the bed, your left hand fell to her knee to push her legs out even wider, her other leg having naturally followed.

"I knew my good girl was in there somewhere," you teased the woman who merely mewled as she felt her walls flutter in desperation around her stilled fingers. "Now take your fingers out for mommy; don't pout."

Wanda, reluctantly, removed her fingers and went to lay them against her tensed stomach but you caught her wrist and seamlessly slipped the delicacy into your mouth as your own fingers replaced hers in an instant.

"Oh."

It was too much for her, to feel you ruthlessly jab into her g-spot after every slow, calculated thrust all while you tenderly licked her own fingers clean; she came.

While your eyes darkened hers widened in fear, it was a rookie mistake to forget to ask you, but it was like you were jonesing for her to make another one. There was a domineering glint in your eyes to confirm that.

You released her fingers with a pop, and sneered, "It looks like someone forgot her house training, hm?"

"I'm sorry," she whimpered, her hands reaching out to try and pull you in for a kiss meant to distract, but unlike her you weren't prone to bouts of irrationality.

"No matter," you decided, voice too calm for her to believe you would let this go, you never did before. "You'll ride mommy's face until you're collapsing."

There it was... Wanda's favorite worst nightmare.

"Help mommy undress," you commanded, uncaring that she was still coming down from her high and likely preparing to beg you for another punishment. One that didn't require her to once again, do most of the work.

Her favorite punishment, as she was indeed a masochist, was for you to fuck her well into the double digits. To leave her pussy numbed, raw and red. Those nights are usually because some idiot hits on her and instead of leaning into the well known knowledge that Wanda would never leave you, you let the jealousy win.

If only that were the case of tonight's events...

After a moment of recollecting herself Wanda was perched up on her knees, shakily as she adjusted to being upright in her current hazed state. Just as soon as she got your suit jacket off you laid your hands on her hips to stabilize her, above all else you cared deeply for your girlfriend's safety. No accidental bruises would ever mar her incredibly soft, sun-kissed skin, only the freckles that reflected a day spent by the pool and your calculated imprints as you yanked her into a kiss.

It was just as she finished unbuttoning your polo, it had slipped off your shoulders and hung off your back as you chose to break the momentum. Or at least you tried to, you were sloppy and rather rough but she still managed to unzip your pencil skirt and push it down.

In a natural fashion she leaned into the affection, and it was then that you abruptly ended the lip lock. A soft whine of protest begged to leave her throat but you watched the muscle bob as she swiftly swallowed it.

"Get your clamps," you mumbled against her cheek with a smirk as she froze. "The one with the chain."

Wanda obediently entered your walk in closet to collect the toy you'd requested, along with the bullet vibe as you called in after her as you were lying down to wait.

There was a subtle shake in her legs that you caught as she nervously approached, her knees pressed to the end of the mattress and in seconds she was straddling your thighs, waiting patiently for your next command.

Wordlessly you kneaded her perky breasts, giving her that warm, comforting touch she craved before you let the cold metal snap around her sensitive nipples. As a stability test you yanked on the chain and chuckled as she moaned, her hot breath fanning over your face.

"Don't play games now baby," you warned her, the octave drop in your tone made her squirm in need. "Mommy knows your limits, so don't try to fake it."

Wanda nodded dumbly, her easy submission was something you found endearing. So naturally, you pecked her lips gently before going back to stern.

There was no point in delaying the inevitable, so the woman shimmied the rest of her way up your body until you were in control of the pace. You gripped her by the hips and situated her body so that her cunt hovered directly over your mouth, then you pulled her down and slid your hands down to hold her thighs.

In moments like these you knew Wanda worried that she would suffocate you with her chubby thighs, but you never shared in her concern. Not only were you once a competitive swimmer, so you were trained to hold your breath, but you didn't mind the challenge.

If the choice was between breathing and munching you would always pick the latter as it brought you more joy.

The more she moaned, your name leaving her lips like a saccharine prayer, the less you needed to breathe. There was no scientific explanation, but all you knew was Wanda was a temptation you'd always give in to.

It was like you had extra oxygen reserved for the moments where you'd bury yourself in her for minutes on end. Nothing but the slurping of your mouth could be heard, not even tiny gasps of air from either of you.

"I-I'm close," she pointlessly whispered, it was clear as you found it near impossible to move your tongue in and out of her constricting hole, if not for her slick that was so abundant it dripped down onto your chest you would never have been able to finish her off so fast.

Wanda's body slumped forward, face smushed into the headboard as she tried to breathe through her orgasm. Which was damn near impossible as you forced her body back upright and growled against her sensitivity, "Don't start misbehaving now honey, ride my face!"

This time your hands on her hip were merely there to keep her upright, no longer did you guide her body. Wanda whined in various ways, most pleasurable but a handful were in protest to your cruel expectations.

Keeping her hips in sync with your vivacious tongue was no easy feat and she was already tired as it was. There was no end to the torture either as you made her cum three more times, alternating between using your mouth to stimulate her clit and the powerful vibrator.

"N-no more," Wanda cried, "mommy please, 'm sorry."

"One more," you refused to relent, knowing she was so close to falling apart in the way you admired the most.

Wanda cried but obeyed, shakily rocking her body and letting you know with her pornographic moans that the pleasure well outweighed the suffering she proclaimed with her pleaded protests for reprieve. Truthfully, she hated having to do all of the work, so for the last few seconds before her release you guided her by the hips and yanked on the forgotten about nipple clamps.

The brunette completed her task as she crumbled into the headboard a panting mess, and she remained just like that for several moments before you bit her thigh. A reminder to let you breathe, worried green eyes gazed down as she shimmied back and you shook your head with a gentle smile and adoring eyes. "Kisses?"

Wanda beamed at the offer and immediately laid her body atop of yours and kissed you passionately. A filthy feeling overcame her as she tasted her arousal and you felt her excitement with the way her tongue traced over your lips and even briefly dipped down onto your chin.

Several minutes passed as you were lost in the softer intimacy until you felt her chest shake against yours. You rolled your eyes behind your lids before ending the lip-lock, sticking to your conviction to ensure she took a breath even when she whimpered and tried again.

"Lay down," you softly said and she did so easily, almost as if she realized later than you how tired she was. Both of your eyes closed and peace settled in.

A soft voice broke the tranquility, "what about you?"

"You don't have to baby," you reminded your lover who had already snuggled atop of you, but she persisted on stubbornly as her lips pressed to your neck and her hand roamed over your side en route to your core.

"I want to mommy," her fingers had entered you with conviction, but the pleasurable movement she offered died down within seconds. A soft chuckle left you as you caught her calm face, "such a pillow princess..."

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spaghettiposts · 3 months

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Unspoken desires

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summery: You miss your family, late night conversations ensue.

Warnings: Fluff, and demanding jobs

A/N: This is a continuation of Unspoken Truths but can be read as separate, just a small fluff idea I had, happy reading :)

Work had been excruciatingly hard this time of the year. Files were scattered on your desk, left aimlessly by your boss, and they only continued to appear. Occasionally some would be placed by coworkers asking you to finish it for them, although that rarely happened now that you were a mother of two. They took pity on you, unlike your boss who just sent his assistant to do his unempathetic bidding for him. Still, you appreciated your coworker's gestures, eying the muffin basket one had left for you with mixtures of sweet treats, but your eyes drifted to what lay beside it.

On your desk stood a photo of your twin boys, both infants and wearing matching pajamas by request of Wanda. Right, that was what you were working for, staring at the photo only made you miss them more, and right next to that frame was a picture of you and Wanda. A small smile crept up your face at the sight of your family only to be rudely interrupted by another pile of paperwork slamming down on your desk.

Your eyes turned tiredly, raising an eyebrow to say seriously. Tony could only shrug, he gave you a sad smile, patted your shoulder, and left. It felt patronizing, you just wanted to go home. With a sigh, you checked the clock, 7:30 pm. You used to be home by then, but not tonight.

Unclenching your jaw you began to work again, diving into the wonders of paperwork and signatures. Your only motivation is getting back home, preferably on time.

Plans never went as you expected, it was late when you got home. Shamefully inserting the key into the door, opening it to silence and darkness. Of course, nobody was up at this hour, not your boys, not Wanda, only you. With a sigh you threw off your tie, closing the door with your foot, locking it. The ground felt cold, and the whole atmosphere did, recently your life had felt cold without them. Lonely and pathetic.

Your eyes burned harshly against your skin, feeling worn out from the long night's events. It was late, too late, and you knew how Wanda felt about your late shifts. Taking off your shoes you went and checked the nursery first, to your surprise they were fast asleep, and not wanting to risk waking them up you resisted the urge to place a kiss on their foreheads. You had missed them.

Slowly you trudged into your shared room, shrugging your coat off your shoulders, and tossing it carelessly on the armchair. Your eyes drifted to the bed in which Wanda was lying, your lips lifting into a small smile before turning into a frown. Her eye bags had gotten worse recently and you couldn’t help but feel that was your fault.

Throwing off your suit, you switched into pajamas, preparing yourself in the bathroom. You decided not to do skincare that night, feeling it was pointless and longing to get inside the bed with your girlfriend and feel her close to you after a long day.

And that was what you did, spooning her from behind and inhaling her scent, missing her so dearly. You smiled at the way she instinctively leaned in closer, moving her hair to place a soft kiss behind her ear.

You didn’t know if you could keep being away from her for so long, the hours would only pile up as you continued to work. No one was awake by the time you got around, only you. In a silent empty patronizing house that haunted you.

Nights you missed most were ones with you and Wanda cradling the kids, placing them in the middle while you both watched some stupid show in the background. Nights where Wanda would cook you your favorite meals and you’d all eat together. Days where you’d both banter over whose name they’d call out first. More so with Pietro, who was over all the time now that his nephews were born, you’d be damned if they said Pietro's name instead of yours first.

But with the late hours, it wouldn’t come as a surprise if they did say their uncle's name instead of yours.

All of this only increased your worries, worries of not spending enough time with your family, and worries of not seeing the twins grow up. The torment followed you relentlessly. Thoughts loope through your mind like a broken record, all focused on the same goal.

Any thoughts you had came to a screeching halt when you felt Wanda shift. Your body stiffened almost immediately, your heart racing against your chest. She turned in your arms, causing a gap between you, rubbing her eyes before staring at you.

“Baby?” Wanda muttered tiredly, a pang of guilt crashing on you for waking her up.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, I didn’t even hear you come in.” It seemed Wanda didn’t mind being woken up, curling back into you, holding you back with the same energy. “You startled me.” She said, yawning against your neck.

“Sorry, I tried not to.” You blushed, rubbing your hand down her back. Wanda smiled at the feeling of your skin on hers as your hand slipped under her shirt, tracing incoherent patterns.

“How was your day?” She asked.

You let out a harsh sigh at the mention of your job. “Busy, I’m starting to get tired of this job…”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully, and you thought she was falling asleep on you again before she sat upright. “I’m sorry to hear that, is there anything I can do?” Her hand comes up to caress your cheek, stroking her thumb softly against it.

You shook your head at her antics, trying to pull her down against you. “Yes, rest.” You retorted in a serious tone, eyes softening at her very apparent eye bags. “I can’t imagine what a long day you’ve had with the kids.” You whispered.

This time it was she who let out a sigh, placing her forehead against yours, her hands roaming to loop around your back. You wanted to smile at the feeling but bit your smile back. “You’re too good for me, but I’m serious. Have you eaten?”

Of course, even with zero energy in her, she’d still be the best wife alive.

Girlfriend. You meant girlfriend. But you didn’t mind how that four-lettered word sounded on her.

“Honey, I’m okay, really.” You reassured, pressing a kiss next to the corner of her lips, which Wanda grumbled at, correcting you almost immediately. It was a lazy kiss, one you almost broke with the dopey smile on your face but breathlessly gave into. Her lips felt intoxicating on yours and if it weren’t for Wanda, slowing the kiss down, you would’ve deepened it.

Parting away you both relaxed into one another, enjoying the atmosphere. It was evident you both missed one another. Wanda made sure you knew, burying her head back into your neck and squeezing you tighter as if you’d leave. You hoped she’d never think that way.

A small silence overtook the room, and you stared blankly at the ceiling above you. To that you felt a small pinch on your side, you looked down at Wanda, who grumbled out a low, “There’s something on your mind.” Though she wasn’t quite visible, you didn’t have to see her to know she was worried. “I can hear that brain of yours.”

“It’s nothing.” Trying to brush it off you screwed your eyes shut. Ultimately it only fueled her concern, a soft hum leaving her lips as she shifted her weight ontop of yours, a small grunt leaving your lips at the pressure.

“But it is or it wouldn’t be bothering you so much.” She replied, tracing circles around your chest, and placing her chin on your shoulder. You clenched your jaw, damn, Wanda knew you too well. Giving it some thought, with a reluctant sigh, you collected your thoughts.

Communication was key.

“I’ve been spending a lot of time at the office.” You started, placing a hand on your forehead. “And that’s really on me, I took this job to get a better paycheck, but it’s cost me a lot of time. A lot of time away from you and the boys.”

Pursing your lips, you took time to think. Maybe it was time to go back…maybe not. You didn’t think it through very hard. The pay would be not as high, but high enough to allow you to stay home. Not to mention working from home, with Wanda, and the twins.

You squeezed her waist, “I wanna look for another job, or maybe go back into the business.”

Wanda tilted her head at the information, looking at you incredulously, recalling how excited you had been to get that job, “Detka, you liked that job.”

“But I like spending time with you guys more, I don’t want to be apart from you for so long. We’re supposed to raise them together, and I haven’t been doing a good job of that so far.” You insisted.

Wanda scoffed, pulling back with an offended look, lightly slapping your shoulder, “Don’t think that way, the boys adore you.” She assured, causing you to grumble in embarrassment, “You do more than enough for us, I can handle them for a few hours.”

“Wanda look at your eyes, my love, you’re exhausted.”

The days since the arrival of the twins were beautiful, blessed, ones. At first, now you realize exactly why Tony never wanted kids. Don’t get the wrong idea, you loved those boys like your own but even Wanda was starting to grow tired. Children were a huge responsibility, financially not to brag, but you had that covered, mentally, emotionally, and physically.

When was the last time you slept? Truly a peaceful sleep. You think it was back when Wanda was still pregnant, now the howls of two screaming babies haunted your ears every night.

But that was only night.

During the day Wanda spent the most time with them, your heart ached at that thought. You knew Wanda was the most tired and you tried your hardest to be there. But the piles of paperwork weren’t very helpful.

You also knew that had to change. Tommy and Billy would only grow older as the days progressed, months flew by fast and you needed to be there to see them. And Wanda, god Wanda.

Honestly, you couldn’t recall the last time you took her out. Did you ever? Was there ever any official date, did cuddling on the couch watching sitcoms count? You both did that before labels…

Through the mixture of pregnancy and taking care of Wanda, both of you were too preoccupied.

“I want to be here. There are plenty of work opportunities, but the boys only grow up once. And not to mention doing a little more here, if you ask me the grass needs some trimming and I can handle dishes plus laundry. Maybe cooking if you’d let me-” Your words trailed off as Wanda cupped your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, completely taking your breath away. You sit yourself upright, not disconnecting your lips once, you wouldn’t dare; not when she’s kissing you like that.

It was sweet and tender, everything you loved about Wanda. Her fingertips gently grazed against your skin, rubbing your cheek softly. And when you pull away, you feel your lips tingling, missing her own by the seconds. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you let out a shy chuckle, staring into her beautiful green eyes. “That was nice…”

Wanda grins at your words, stealing one more peck. “It…would be nice if you stayed home. Stayed with us I mean.”

“I’ll stay as long as you like, there’s no rush.”

“There’s no rush.” She repeated lowly, looking down at your lips. You leaned down readily, capturing them with your own, before breaking apart, nudging your own nose with hers, admiring the way it crinkled.

Her hands came up to push aside loose strands of hair, fanning your face, her touch lulling you to sleep. Your droopy eyelids only confirmed that, as she pushed your shoulder, “Sleep.” She chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You grumbled in response, muttering about how she shouldn’t be one to talk but nevertheless followed through, leaning in eagerly into her. Hopefully, the twins would remain silent for the rest of the night. One could hope.

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bellaveux · 11 months

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hi! i was just thinking about how college wanda would be a cuddle monster once you start dating :) how she would be very soft and clingy when you’re alone🥹

:( she’d be so cute!! in the beginning, wanda would be a little shy and hesitant when it comes to touching you, mainly because she feels like she’s gone so long without it and she’s still learning about what she would like to do with you. but when you start to initiate some soft intimate touches, only then, she gets bolder and realizes how much she loves that physical contact with you. in public she’s more subtle when it comes to pda, but she does try to have some sort of contact with you (like a hand on your thigh, or on the small of your back, holding hands, standing extra close to you, etc)

but she prefers to be alone with you, in her dorm room or yours, when she can pull you close without any interruptions. studying together in your rooms also often led to napping together, like when you’re lying down on her bed, facing each other with her arm over your frame, pulling you close to her chest so that she could feel your breath against her skin. you’d fall asleep first because ultimately, wanda likes to watch your face for a bit while you sleep, because she thinks you look so beautiful and peaceful. it makes her want to press gentle kisses all over your face as you sleep. then she’d carefully pull your head into the crook of her neck, listening and feeling you breathe softly against her. she’d fall asleep so fast :(

she also loves falling asleep on top of you. it’s got to be one of her favorites. her head would be resting right on your chest or snuggled up into your neck as you thread your hand into her hair, softly massaging her scalp. she loves it when your hand is softly running through her hair while her arms would be wrapped around you so tightly, clinging to you so that you wouldn’t be able to move away. she would groan and whine if you move too much and hold you tighter to keep you still.

college!wanda is very much a little cuddle bug.

note: didn’t know if this was a request so here is a little blurb i hope you enjoy!!

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ageofevermore · 1 year

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PERMISSION

SUMMARY — you’ve exerted yourself trying to get wanda’s attention, but she’s having no fun with your bratty ploys, so she reminds you of one thing; bad girls don’t get to cum

WARNINGS — smut 18+ only, dom/sub dynamics, dom!wanda, face slapping (once), spanking, cum filled strap, teasing

"Do not give me that look." Wanda warns through clenched teeth, emerald eyes slatted in a near animalistic frustration. She’s watching you thickly, every ethereal twist of your silky hips hitting her harder. She’s had just about enough of your teasing.

You bite down on your bottom lip, eliciting a softer cherry tint to arise on the already bruised skin. Your eyes melt innocently, hands clasping compliantly at your front, concealing the lace pattern of your rich blue thong, and pushing your tits together suggestively. "What look?"

Wanda's jaw locks, her eyes darkening to a shade of green you'd come to dislike. A shade that meant she was in the mood to be mean, selfish even. Though, maybe you had overdone it, afterall, she'd asked you to behave and now your bra lays across her gentle thighs.

"I'm gonna have to call you back, Nat." Her voice is smooth, silky in her anger, nostrils flared in your direction as she abruptly disconnected from her mission debrief without as little of a goodbye. You flinched when she slammed her laptop shut, the veins in her hands on full display as her muscles tensed. Her rings caught the yellowing light of her desk lamp, mocking you and the position you’ve earned yourself as it reflects beams of light onto the walls and over your skin. Wanda’s hot when she’s mad, but now's not the time to remind her of how much you like this.

Wanda beckons you closer with a single raised finger, curling threateningly towards her front. You can't help but reminisce the feeling of her fingers shoved deep in your heat, that same motion beckoning motion bringing you to the edge of a euphoric high. A high that you’re not so sure you’ll be getting tonight with the way her jaw is locked and her head is tilted.

Meekly, you take your rightful position before her, wide eyes filled with a desperate submission only Wanda manages to draw from you. A submission that begs for all to be forgiven before it starts. She chuckles darkly at your soft features, a calloused finger making quick work of your wilting chin. She tilts your head back, her eyes consumed by midnight pupils. Your mouth falls open instinctually when her thumb swipes at your bottom lip, and she settles her heavy thumb onto your tongue.

"What did I ask you to do?" She tutts, voice dripping with assertive dominance, enough of it to make your knees weak more than your panties wet. Her thumb flattens against your tongue, waiting for your response impatiently, but stopping you from speaking coherently at all.

"Behave." You mumble, unconsciously swallowing around her thumb when saliva begins to pool near the corners of your mouth. Your eyes widen, jaw falling slack at the mistake.

Wanda pulled her thumb from your mouth so quickly it broke the suction with a pop, and then dragged it down her pants to collect the wetness of your saliva. You think that she’s going to let you off for the mistake, but her palm connects with your cheek before you can even apologize. Tears spring to the corner of your eyes, and your eyes flutter momentarily before you collect yourself enough to keep them open. She’s never hit you hard enough to mark or sting, though it stuns you to tears every time. Your bottom lips quiver in response, the same submission and obedience you felt before coming over you in heavy waves.

"Did I say you could swallow?" Wanda seethes, grabbing your jaw and harshly squishing your cheeks together. She’s unapologetic in her assault, but you know you can safeword at any time and put this to an end. She does this more for you then for her, although the further you’ve played with this dynamic the harder it is for her to deny that she doesn’t like it as well. You don’t want to safeword. Feeling small beneath your girlfriend creates a fire in your belly, reminding you of all the trust, safety, and open communication your relationship is built on that you didn’t always have. “Did I. Say. You could swallow?” She articulates nearly every word, forcing your glassy eyes on her instead of wandering around her face.

"No Wands." You shake your head, hands turning into fists when the urge to reach out and grab onto her becomes too much. You don't have permission to touch her. Not yet anyways.

"Do I need to remind you who's in charge?" She growls, completely overwhelmed with her dominant persona. It's been weeks since the both of you have lost yourself in these roles, and clearly it's needed, days overdue. "Over the fucking desk. Now."

Wanda doesn't have to tell you twice. The second she relinquishes her punishing hold on your jaw, you're advancing towards the desk and bending over it, shuddering at the abrupt cold against your burning hot skin. Your nipples are flush against the cold surface, pebbling in protest. You manage a soft whine, thankful that Wanda hadn't heard you.

"I don't want to hear a fucking sound out of those pretty lips, is that understood?" She cracks her hand across your ass, not bothering with your panties just yet, eager to put you in your place as you are. The weight of her spank is unforgiving, a ruthless promise that she’s not going to be gentle, or even bother to take off her rings.

"Yes." You nod, laying your cheek against the cold wood. You can hear her moving around, pulling off her shirt and stepping out of her pants. You're anxious waiting for her next move, desperate to confront the sight of her toned belly and whatever strap she’d been packing in the daylight, but you know better than to search for her. She’ll come to you when she wants.

"Ready?" He asks, though he doesn't really care for your answer. In seconds he's landing harsh hits to your ass, turning the silky skin a strawberry red. His rings catch your skin, leaving imprints of his initials messily across your lap. You're absolutely drenched at the simple thought of your ass, decorated in handprints and ring marks.

"Fuck." Your hands shoot to cover your ass, legs kicking up off the floor in protest to Wanda's hardest spank. She’s abandoned your near-bruised ass, aiming straight for the sensitive backs of your unbothered thighs. "Ow."

"Move your fucking hands." She warns lowly, giving you a minute to collect yourself and obey her order. Reluctantly you comply, stubbornly digging your heels into the floor and forcing a pout off of your cherry bitten lips, trying your hardest not to whine at her continuous strokes.

Her fingers trail curiously up your inner thighs, stopping at your covered clit and digging harshly into the swelling nerve. Your eyes pinch shut, breath catching in your throat at the teasing tickle. She ignores your soft whines, tracing your heat twice in a row before she teases your weeping hole.

"Unbelievable. You're fucking dripping." She snickers, taking her fingers away from your sensitive and needy heat just as quickly as she’d found it. Your clit throbs at the lack of attention, juices ruining your panties that have begun to burden your skin with their weight.

Wanda pushes her fingers into your mouth, letting you lap at your own juices needily. She pulls away all too soon, gripping at your hair and pulling you to your full height. The strap she’s been packing all day is making an impression in the underwear she’s left on, mocking you with how close it is but simultaneously how far. You want to reach out and free it, take it in your mouth or your hands, but you have to wait for Wandas permission.

"On your fucking knees." She demands, hand still tangled into your hair. You comply, dropping to your knees, the hardwood cold and painful beneath your knees.

You let your mouth fall open hungrily, inviting your hands to the softness of her thighs without permission. You're entirely captivated by the bulge right before your face, you don't even realize Wanda's warning you to stop. "Did I tell you to fucking touch me?" She pulls harshly at your hair, peering down at your flush and sweaty face. You're beyond gone, looking entirely fucked out for her, and she hasn't even properly touched you yet. "Well, did I?"

You shake your head, swallowing thickly. "No."

"That's fucking right. You're going to sit on your pretty fucking knees, and watch me get myself off, and maybe, if i think you deserve it, I'll cum in that filthy little mouth of yours." She smirks, and your face goes pale knowing she’s packing the cum-filled strap you’d gotten a few weeks ago. She pulls the toy from the confines of her underwear, not paying you any attention. Your mouth waters at the sight, arousal pulling between your legs.

"What about me?" You whine, rocking your hips into the floor desperately, moaning when you catch the edge of Wanda's shoe with your clit accidentally. You strive to do it again, but your girlfriend is quicker, landing a harsh slap to your cheek with the shaft of her needy cock.

"You're going to keep your fucking hands to yourself, and stop being such a greedy little whore. Bad girls don't get to cum, Y/N."

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karaslittlesunshine · 1 year

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Oo…maybe mommy Wanda little reader cuddling while it’s raining?

Wanda felt a warm body suddenly nuzzling into her,

“Hey little one, is it snuggle time, is it?” you nodded as she pulled you into her lap, your legs straddling her as you laid your head on her chest.

Wanda’s soothing hand ran up and down your back as you suckled gently on your paci.

“’s raining ‘ots mama”, Wanda hummed in agreement,

“It is, bug, but that means all the plants are going to be nice and fed. Maybe there’ll even be a rainbow!”

“Don wan ‘ook for rainbows, jus wan stay wif mommy” you said, pushing yourself further into her.

Wanda brought her hand up to your hair, “you can stay with me all you like, y/n. We can snuggle and listen to the rain all you want”. She gently combed her fingers through your messy hair and began to sing a lullaby softly, using her magic to dim the lights further as she felt your breathing even out.

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inklore · 8 months

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ashes of absolution

premise: there's no line wanda wouldn’t cross to protect you.

pairing: wanda maximoff x witch!reader

word count: 884

content: murder, descriptions of people burning and dying and blood, praise, foreplay (finger stuff), this is set way back when so no modern times here, established relationship.

note: this came out more lyrical and heavy on the feelings than i meant it to but i cannot be blamed for the muse doing it’s thing.

haunted hoedown day two.

Miles away, and you still smell the smoke.

Still hear the ringing in your ears of the screaming, the crashes, and the wails of chaos.

Of people dying.

Their bodies burning like so many of your sisters had.

Burnt.

Taken from you.

Betrayed.

You had tried to find it in your heart to care as you watched the destruction and death unfold before you. As you had watched your remaining sisters wreck havoc on the small town that had taken so much from you.

Watch as not even the blood that was being splattered could dampen down the flames of the fires.

The crimson red only illuminating the deep orange hue of homes falling to the ground in a heap—the smell of burning flesh and bone like a calming incense.

You once dreamed of never harming another living thing. The vows to use your powers—your magic—for good taken amongst your sisters.

The sisters that were now gone.

That had been slain in vain, and you powerless to be able to stop it until it was too late. Until their bodies were nothing but ash. Their souls never to be at peace from the curse of hatred they were burned with.

So as you watched women and men cry. Beg for their lives; you felt nothing.

You felt nothing as they burned.

You felt nothing as you took from them what they took from you.

Lives for life.

It’s not until you’re miles away and she’s pressed against your back do you finally feel something.

Finally stop holding your breath. Your body releases the tension when you feel her fingertips run up the sides of your arms. Your breath shaky and burning in your lungs from the heavy sigh, from the smoke that still lays within them. From the reassurance of her touch that you’re safe. That everything is okay now.

That they’re all dead and you—she—and the rest of your coven are safe.

Wanda.

The woman whose soul felt stitched together with yours by some magical thread. Destiny. Fate.

When you turn your head to gaze back at her, her eyes have gone back to their normal shade. Her fingers no longer stained black from the dark magic that aided your coven in taking their revenge.

No.

She’s the Wanda you call yours. The Wanda, who’d burn down a million villages to protect you.

You don’t protest as she strips you of your dress or when she ushers you into the hot bath she's heated just for you. And when she steps in and sits behind you, pulling your back to lay against her chest as she cleans your skin, you finally let the tears fall.

Let her wipe them away along with the ash smudged on your skin. Wash them away with the smell of burning corpses in your hair. Until you’re clean. Until you feel at ease.

She lets you cry as much as you need to as she cleans you. Her hands soothe every part of you they touch.

And when the last tear has fallen and she’s wiped it away, she finally speaks, “no one will ever hurt us again.” She says into the side of your neck, “you’re safe. I’ll keep you safe.”

Your body shivers, presses further into her when she kisses your skin. Leaves a trail of heat in the wake of her lips as she moves her mouth up your neck, your jaw, to the back of your ear.

“I love you,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Her palm splays against your inner thigh as she pushes it up so it’s bent at the knee and against the metal of the tub. Exposing more of you to the water.

To herself as her hand dips between your legs and over your mound. Her breath hitches when you gasp as the pad of her finger rubs against your clit.

The slow movements she starts with pull the rest of the tension from your body. Your head leaning back onto her shoulder. Her lips and teeth at your jaw and cheek as she watches you.

Your mouth parted as you moan and whisper your devotions to her, like she’s absolving you of the horrible things you've both done tonight. Of the deaths you paid due to the ones you love. To each other. To go on living another day with her beside you—against you, inside of you.

Her praise whispered into your skin, “you’re so good. You’re perfect. Let go for me.” Your hips gyrating against her palm, making the water lap over the edge of the tub. The pleasure in your clit turns into a throbbing ache the closer you get to coming.

The ringing in your ears from the screams drowned out by her heavy breaths and lips. The smoke in your lungs sucked out by her tongue against yours. The agony in your gut strummed away by her fingers on your clit.

“Come for me,” Wanda whispers against you. “Please,” like it’s what you both need. Like it’s the only thing that matters tonight. This. The safety of it. How good it feels. How when you’re coming against her hand and you feel light, sedated, and happy.

Loved.

The regret of what you’ve done drained from your very being by the mastermind behind it all.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff blurb #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #hauntedhoedown

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deviouz · 6 months

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we need more about mean dom!nat pls

i think everyone could use a little more mean dom!nat in their life <3

“come on, sweet girl, tell mommy what you need. use your words, yeah?”

a whine escaped your parted lips, hips seeming to move and gyrate towards natasha’s fingers against your own free will. it felt as if you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs with the way you kept sucking in shaky, uneven breaths through kiss-swollen lips. the skirt of your sundress was pushed up and pooled atop your thighs and the kitchen counters as her fingertips delicately but purposefully traced intricate patterns and shapes along your inner thighs and clothed core. the scarlet lace you wore didn’t do much to hide how badly you needed her, and the half-smile your knowing natasha wore told you all you needed.

“nat,” you keened, head tilting ever so slightly to the left as she kissed along the crook of your neck up to your jaw.

the breathy moans started to become more frequent as her fingers pushed past the lace and danced along your slit, occasionally pushing to press against your clit.

“fuck,” natasha bummed at that particular expletive, “mommy, please, i-i need you—” a desperate whine cut off your sentence as two fingers sunk into your sopping heat.

“that’s it, my pretty girl,” natasha smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “just let mommy take care of you.”

#i love mean dom!nat <3 #mean dom women in general own my ass ugh #like?? obsessive and mean wanda #just imagine #or being double teamed by wanda and nat oh my god #mean dom nat and soft dom wanda <3 not a want but a need #anyways !#natasha <3 #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader smut #black widow x reader #blurbs !#. . . asks 🐚

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 6 months

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Midnight cravings.

Pregnant Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader blurb.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Warnings: Talks about food.

(I realize this may be triggering for some, hence the warning.)

Translations: “Amor.” Love.

“Detka.” Baby.

Word count: 647.

Masterlist.

It was sometime in the middle of the night when Wanda randomly awoke from her slumber with an intense craving for something to eat. Carefully removing herself from your hold she makes her way down the stairs and to the kitchen, in search of something to satisfy her needs.

But when Wanda comes up completely empty she pouts all the way up to your shared room.

“Hey babe,” the redhead whispers, as she crawls into bed to lay beside you, poking you on the shoulder softly in attempts to wake you up, “baby,” she says a little louder, her hand now shaking you slowly but her attempts are futile as you continue sleeping, “Y/N!” She exclaims suddenly and you wake up with a start.

“Huh? Okay! What?” You sputter, your eyes opening up wide as you move to sit up, looking at Wanda with pure confusion, “hey, hey amor, what's wrong? Are you okay? Is there a robber in here? Is the house on fire? Oh my god, no, don't tell me, are the babies coming?” You exclaim nervously, eyes searching around frantically and Wanda can't help but let out a laugh.

“No, no darling, I'm fine, everything is fine. There is no robber or fire and we still have another month to go,” Wanda giggles, “But I just- well I'm craving something,” your wife says lowly, bottom lip caught between her teeth in embarrassment, a look you mistake for something else entirely.

“Wanda do you- babe, you want sex?” You whisper scandalized, your dazed state having you shocked, wondering why on earth would your wife wake you up in the middle of the night because she’s horny.

“Oh my god, baby, no. I’m hungry!” Wanda exclaims, face red at your insinuations.

“Oh… you're hungry?” You ask, still slightly disoriented and Wanda nods, “yeah okay, what time is it?” You say, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“2:30 in the morning,” the redhead responds cautiously.

“Oh wow, hungry so early I see,” you laugh lightly and your wife blushes even more, pushing at your shoulder lightly because of your teasing, “I'm messing with you Wands,” you smile, “would you like to go downstairs so that I can whip something up for you?”

Wanda shakes her head and resumes her previous pouting, “I already went downstairs detka and there was nothing that I want,” she says sadly, tears building in her eyes.

“Okay, okay, hey Max, don't worry we'll figure something out. Tell me, what are you craving?” You ask softly, taking your wife's hand in yours, rubbing circles on it to try to calm her down.

“Ooh, I want a greasy bacon burger combo from that place in downtown,” Wanda says slowly, basically drooling at the thought of her favorite food, “oh! I also want a strawberry milkshake to drink and a vanilla one to, you know, to dip the fries in,” she says, smiling sheepishly.

“Alright amor, I think I can definitely do that,” you say, standing up from your bed to change into some jeans and a t-shirt, “and is that all? Do you want anything else while I'm gone? Any other craving you need satisfied?” You ask, a yawn escaping your mouth.

Wanda smiles at you lovingly, heart swelling at the lack of hesitation from your part to satisfy her needs, “no detka, I'm good with just the food, thank you,” she says puckering her lips up in appreciation.

You nod your head as you round the bed to place a soft kiss on your wife's awaiting lips and then you bend down some more to place a chaste kiss on her swollen belly, “no worries my love, you know I do this cause I really love you and our twins,” you say with the softest smile before walking out of your room and making your way to Wanda's favorite burger joint.

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maximotts · 6 months

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Oh, oh, oh! Regarding the little piss kink. I also think maybe Wanda would be more into it? Wanda and Natasha are mostly always on the same page, but I could see something where R is veryy sleepy or maybe not sober and lets it slip to Nat unknowingly. Before bed, Wanda telling you to ‘go potty and wash your face’, and you’re like ?? “Mhm, Mommy, sometimes you like when I hold my pee.” And Nat’s like oh? hmmmm?

Silver told me to tell you they're officially diagnosing you with piss kink, nonnie

But yes, I do agree; Wanda's more into the day-to-day controlling little aspects of your life in general so I could see where if this became a thing, it'd be something Wanda took over!

Consider what you said happening like, after Natasha picks you up from a night out drinking with your friends and the whole ride home you're just drunkenly mumbling you have to pee and Nat's stressed about her car, "Yes okay, I hear you! I'll drive faster just don't piss on my leather seats." Completely unaware you've got no intention of messing up her car because in exchange for letting you go out without them, Wanda instructed you to hold it all night. She just... forgot to mention this to Natasha; she got distracted.

So then when you get home you're just wandering around the house looking for Wanda and Nat's very intent on following you to make sure you don't drunkenly topple down the stairs or think some random corner is a bathroom instead, all the while trying to persuade you to just use one of the like, three bathrooms you pass on your way to Wanda, but you simply won't? And it's confusing the fuck out of her.

And Wanda finds you two eventually, Nat having whipped out her phone to text her wife to come save their drunk idiot of a girlfriend from whatever she told her to do. Obviously you're so excited to see her, both because you missed her and because not peeing while intoxicated is really hard actually, but it's worth it because she's so proud of you. "That's my good girl, you did such a fantastic job."

But after she tells you to go get ready for bed and you finally explain to Natasha what's going on, she gives Wanda a look because she's just spent the past hour being so confused by your behavior and she thought it'd been a one time thing, but Wanda just shrugs, "I don't know, it's fun. I kinda like it and I think she does too."

#poor Nat has no idea wtf kind of things Wanda gets you into sometimes #also y'all have gotten two ph blurbs this week instead of the fic I've been trying to finish for kinktober so uhm.. it is what it is #private hire au #wandanat x reader #motts writes.

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romanoffsbish · 2 months

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Double the Trouble

Yelena Belova x F!R (Platonic / Focus)

Natasha x F!R / Wanda x Yelena (Romantic)

Warnings: Drugs (Weed) | Alcohol Referenced

When your girls are off to save the day, you and Yelena have plans to stay and play. | WC: 1,852

Behave; this is what your girlfriends said when they left for their mission this morning, it was offensive and truth be told, only likely to warrant the opposite.

Who were they to tell you what you and Yelena should do? They being Wanda and Natasha, who lived their life off of some moral code, whereas you two didn't.

Quite the contrary really, at your cores you two were on the right side but you both also craved mischief.

To behave is to concede, and you two were far too stubborn to; to see their intentions weren't malicious.

——

Which is why neither of you listened to your lover.

There was a distinct odor to the room, bouncing off the cement walls of your garage that was decorated to look like a lounge. In one corner sat a record player that currently spun a random vinyl of Natasha's to fill the otherwise quiet space. An unlikely find when the both of you were usually in the same room together, but you were rather preoccupied and the blonde was irritated.

"Cyka," Yelena groaned, "stop hogging the blunt!"

You smirked around the damp filter, rolled your eyes then continued on, sucking on the burning stick until the smoke circling your chest sufficed you enough to allow Yelena a turn. "I am not giving this back."

"Whatever," you chuckled as you pulled another joint from the pile you'd spent an entire hour rolling. To be honest there was no reason to share the blunt, but in your sober state you'd deemed it the cautious play.

Now though, with the weed already infiltrating your mind you decided to throw all caution to the wind and sparked up another in mere seconds of losing the last.

The lack of conversation was no longer a concern, the tense atmosphere gone as you both settled into your highs... "Do you think babies can understand us?"

You snorted harshly, nearly choking on the inhale you just took in but you somehow managed to turn the cough into a burning sensation instead. "What?!"

"Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N!" Yelena pointlessly shouted, your attention was already on her. "What if when we are born we have the ability to just understand? Like, maybe our soul is still attached to our old lives?"

You hummed, "interesting," then took a final hit before putting the nearly finished blunt out so you could shift to face the blonde, with the amusingly low tolerance.

Yelena pouted, her signature expression. "What?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious Lena, it's just—I didn't really peg you for the type to believe in reincarnation."

"I don't fully," she replied with furrowed brows, and pursed lips, "I think old souls live in us momentarily before they leave to their afterlife. Leaving only a small part of themselves behind so we can be individuals."

You nodded, though you didn't quite see it the same.

"I think the ones that look like old people understand us—like, a two month old fella with hella wrinkles."

Yelena cackled, "Oh no, those babies are so ugly!"

You slapped her shoulder that had jerked off the couch with just how intensely her amusement had flowed.

"Hey, they need time to grow into their features!" You shook your head, "You can't call a baby ugly, asshole!"

"I did," Yelena flatly replied as she took another drag, smoke following her next words, "and I always will."

You looked at her astonished and she shrugged her shoulders. "What? You Americans need to face the cold hard truth, not everyone thinks your living, breathing potato looks cute. Some babies are ugly, it is simple."

You huffed, "but they're just babies, you can't—."

"Why can you call adults ugly?" Yelena cut you off.

"I don't," you groaned and she laughed, "Y/N, you literally told Bruce he was uglier than a pile of shit."

"That's different," you whined, "he flirted with Nat."

"Potato, po-tato, either way babies can be ugly."

"But-."

"Move on, I have more thoughts to explore."

"Are they all offensive?"

Yelena smirked. "Oh, most definitely..."

"Then I'll need another one of these," you concluded, one hand rubbed at your temples while the other reached for a packed joint. "Give me one too, cyka."

You passed the blonde another one then moved off of your bean bag so that you could lay on the furry rug. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold material rubbed against your bare arms where goosebumps rose. You giggled as you released a cloud of smoke and peered up at your pouting best friend. "Why so glum, chum?"

Another giggle left you as she grunted and dropped to sit down beside you, her legs crossed over one another. A rough hand gently caressed your cheek but you knew better than to trust the moment to remain sweet. In less than a seconds time she squished your cheeks and laughed maniacally as you struggled in her grasp.

"I hate you," you spat, words slurred as she hadn't let go yet. Once she did you continued to bitterly rant on, tone full of faux resentment, "I don't know why I even put up with you Belova. Wanda must be a saint."

"Because my bud is premium," she deadpanned, then her lips upturned softly. "And I'm your best friend."

You grinned then sighed, reluctant to admit, "You are."

"Come on," she shook your shoulders as she jumped to her feet. "We cannot let the weed slumber kick in yet!"

Reluctantly, you stood to your feet and wobbled over to the blonde who was stood waiting by your foldable table. Just like every time before you faced her and settled your elbow down on your side of the table.

"I am tired," you grumbled but the blonde didn't care. Her jacket was shrugged off and her hand linked with yours. "We have to be stronger than the weed loser."

"But why?" You exasperated, hand slamming hers into the table in the heat of the moment. "Oh my god!!!"

"No," Yelena immediately negated, "I wasn't ready."

"I don't care," you squealed and did a lap around the couch to release your excitement. "I finally won!"

Yelena shook her head, afraid of what you were about to say. "I get to pick your wedding entry song!!!"

"No," she growled, knowing damn well what this likely entailed. Your love for jokes superseded your loyalty.

A fight ensued as you turned the record player off and spoke, "Hey Siri, play my Yelena's entrance playlist."

"Y/N, I swear to god," she groaned, her arm swung out to swat your phone from your hand as a universally familiar tune played—clown music, how funny; not.

Yelena chased a giggling you around the room for several minutes before you started to slow down. Giving her the perfect opportunity to tackle you onto the same carpet she forced you to vacate earlier.

"Say sike right now or I will do it," Yelena threatened, her hands par curled beside your sides, you gulped knowing exactly how ruthless of a tickler she was.

"Hey siri," you squeaked, "play Lena's wedding song."

Yelena's eyes widened as she recognized the familiar tune of her favorite song, American Pie, but it was not the exact same. Instead it was void of the usual lyrics, slowed down on a piano alone and pitched upwards.

It brought tears to the blonde's eyes and she dropped to the floor beside you with a warm smile. "I hate you."

"I hate you too," you yawned, lips smacking almost dramatically as the cotton mouth hit you full force.

In contrast to the both of your baseless words you didn't let go of the blonde, you actually only held on tighter and she cuddled up to you as well, as sleep consumed the both of your drugged up minds entirely.

—

On a bed, only a city over sat your fiancé with a hand on her stomach as she came down from her laughter. Wanda was on the bed beside hers in a similar state.

"Do you think she'll call our baby ugly?"

Natasha smirked. "Oh, most definitely..."

"Shut up," the witch groaned then averted her gaze back to the screen where the tomfoolery took place.

"Do you think they'll be mad when they find out?"

Natasha blinked away her tears of amusement and shrugged, this was truly their favorite past time. Every month, without fail, the women announce an overnight mission knowing you and Yelena would use that time to unwind together with your favorite substances.

Most of the time you two smoked weed, but on the rare occasion, her birthday, Yelena could convince you to down a bottle or two of pure vodka. Those times were usually under semi-supervision though. The one time Natasha or Wanda didn't they found the both of you passed out on the rooftop in clothes bigger than you.

No explanations were given, and quite frankly they preferred not knowing. Fortunately weed slowed the two of you down more than anything, so for a few hours they'd get endless laughs before you succumbed to the glorious sleep that always follows a dank sesh.

"Honestly, I think they know us enough to expect this. Y/N's even hinted to me that she knows, but this is harmless and helpful since they respect us too much to engage in their nefarious activities when we are there."

Wanda smiled, feeling more confident as she settled back into the plush pillow that lined the hotel bed. It was foreign to her to experience such comfort when Yelena insisted on hogging the pillows so that the witch had no other choice but to use her chest as a cushion.

Normal partners just ask to cuddle, but Yelena says, "I'm pretty sure I have scoliosis, I need them," and yanks the brunette into her embrace without fail.

With the two of you in your weed induced slumber the witch found herself near the same outcome. Then as if annoying others ran in the family, Natasha spoke tension into the peaceful air, "But since you lost our bet, and will be playing these clips at your wedding reception next month Lena will most definitely make you sleep on the hotel couch on your honeymoon."

"I hate you," Wanda groaned and threw her pillow at the smirking redhead who caught it with ease. "And yet you're signing on for a life of being my sister in law."

Natasha winked then laid the witches pillow beneath her head, "thanks for the extra cushion, I needed it."

Wanda fell back on her mattress with a sigh, "Cyka." Then a soft smile followed as she felt warmth in her chest at the reminder that she had a family, again.

Natasha flipped her off, but as she laid on her side with her phone propped on the stolen pillow she smiled just the same. Yelena was cuddled into your side and you unconsciously held her with such care that it made the redhead thankful as she reminisced your relationship.

This was all she ever wanted, her little found family.

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