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Wanna See What’s Under That Attitude

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Summary: You don’t get along with Wanda Maximoff. You think it’s because your personalities crash, but your group of friends know it’s because of the sexual tension. Good thing one day, during a party, you solve all that tension in the best way possible

Word Count: 4.7k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warning(s): +18, college AU, rough sex, strap-on sex, oral sex (reader receiving), lots of unresolved sexual tension, emo Wanda, mean Wanda, protective Wanda, degradation kink, praise kink, spitting, slapping, choking, hair pulling, mean Wanda I really can’t stress this enough, dirty talk which is becoming a classic on this blog, roofied drink not by Wanda

Wanda loved teasing you. You, on the other hand, didn’t like it one bit.

It was something everyone told you. You shared a friend group, and everyone in it always said the same about Wanda’s attitude: “she’s just teasing you.” Well, you were tired of it. You were a college student in New York, so you felt like that might as well be enough to leave a permanent frown on your face. But if you added the brown haired woman onto the list, who seemed to have a radar for when you were actually at peace, then it turned your life into a complete disaster. 

You couldn’t stand her, and her you. It was the only thing you seemed to agree on; you hated her, and she hated you. Whenever your group of friends got together, you avoided talking to her at all cost or even looking her way, but it still didn’t seem to work since she would end the night by your side, irritating you. Most of the time, you would get into a screaming fit and one of you would end up storming off from whatever place you were in.

And your friends still had the nerve to say it was normal.

God, if you weren’t so damn awkward you would have found new friends already. Scratch that, Wanda was the most popular girl on campus alongside her twin brother Pietro, so everyone knew her. Maybe if you moved to a different city, but even then you were sure Wanda would end up appearing one day just to insult your choice in books. She had done that plenty of times in the past, even though you once saw her reading the exact same book she had snatched out of your hands to laugh at the cover.

She was everywhere, and you couldn’t stand it.

But still, it was Natasha’s birthday and you were throwing her a surprise party that night. Come to think of it, it couldn’t be that much of a surprise considering she caught her best friend, Steve Rogers, preparing it the week before (you could swear that woman could be a spy if she wanted to). But she was excited over it, so you had to go to the surprise party that wasn’t a surprise party.

“How do I look?” You asked, looking to your side to see Darcy fixing her black dress. You looked right back to the mirror, because looking at that woman as she got ready for a night out was honestly ego-crushing. “Do you really need to put that on?” You moaned, starting to feel self conscious over your outfit. It was a cute red dress that came up to your knees, with black heels and your hair free of any restraints. You thought you looked good, but your best friend was… well, she had the body of a supermodel, and even though you hated comparing yourself to others, you couldn’t help but do sometimes.

“Obviously,” she said, doing a little spin to show off her finished outfit. “I’ve been told Loki is coming to the party.” You rolled your eyes. Of course he was coming, he was everywhere Darcy was. You quite liked Loki, even though he was the prankster of the group, because Darcy had made it quite clear you were off limits, so the jokes were enjoyable from a distance. His brother, Thor, was nothing like him, funny but not in a mean way, and respectful. From what you had heard, Loki was adopted as a baby after something happened to his parents. Their names were rare, you always thought, until you discovered their father was a professor in Norse Mythology.

“Bet you will be coming in the party as well,” you murmured, dodging the slap she had tried to give you on the shoulder. “Do I look good?” You asked her, looking into her blue eyes.

“Perfect,” she said, smiling at you. You smiled back, intertwining your arms and getting ready to leave.

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The party was at Tony’s house, whose parents were disgustingly rich and had gifted him said house as a graduation present, along with a new car. If you didn’t know the man, you would hate him. But Tony was actually rather impossible to hate.

Talking about hate…

“Look who decided to show up,” Wanda said, from her seat on the couch. She was wearing a shirt with a band’s name on it you couldn’t recognize, black skinny jeans with military boots the same colour; her makeup was done to match the outfit to perfection. Her fingers that always had so many rings were wrapped around a red cup, but you knew it was something nonalcoholic like Coke or Dr Pepper. Both her and her brother were jewish, so getting drunk was never part of their party routine. You had seen them drinking a few alcoholic drinks, excluding wine, over the two years you had known them, but they had never gotten drunk. “Almost missed the birthday girl’s big and dramatic entrance.”

“And you care about us being late exactly why?” You asked, crossing your arms. Beside you, Darcy snorted, obviously finding the interaction hilarious. 

“Well, I wanted to see what you were wearing,” she said, eyes roaming your body freely. You felt a shiver run down your spine. “To laugh a little, y’know,” she added quickly, eyes back on yours. You crossed your arms, but decided to simply turn around and get ready for when Natasha walked through the door. You also wanted to greet everyone, and it was better than standing there arguing with Wanda or seeing Loki and Darcy making out somewhere. Speaking of which, your best friend had already left you to go find her not-boyfriend-but-actually-boyfriend.

A few minutes after you had said hello to everyone and Bruce had prepared a drink for you, Natasha walked into the house, faking surprise as Yelena, her younger sister, smiled proudly at keeping the secret for so long. No one had had the heart to tell her Natasha already knew, and the redhead knew that her finding out would upset Yelena. So yeah, maybe that was why it was still called a surprise party.

“Happy birthday,” you told her when you got the chance. “Yelena and Steve did an amazing job preparing the party,” you said, giving her two kisses. She smiled, winking at you for keeping up the façade.

“Indeed,” she nodded.

“And also thanks to the generous man who offered his house for the occasion,” Tony said from beside you. Natasha smiled at him and hugged him, thanking him for the party. After the three of you talked for a while, Natasha moved to talk to the other guests and you and Tony walked different ways, the man more than probably looking for his girlfriend Pepper.

You wandered around the living room, talking to people and sipping on your cup. An hour into the party, the DJ Tony had hired began blasting music, making you both cringe at the volume and be thankful there were no neighbors around. You danced for a while, and smiled when a man walked over to you and gave you a smirk. You had seen him around with Steve and Bucky, he was in the Football team and had gotten a scholarship, which was easy to tell due to his height and strong physique.

“Hello,” he said, leaning in a little so you could hear him over the music. “I’m Robert,” he introduced himself, offering you his hand.

“Y/N,” you replied, smiling.

“Wanna grab another drink and go somewhere quieter?” He asked. You were surprised by his boldness, but nodded. You had been rather tense lately, so you could use some stress relief. And he was quite attractive, and seemed chill enough. It was perfect.

“Sure,” you said, nodding. He smiled, walking through the crowd as you followed. He indicated that he would get the drinks and you stood in the calmer place of the living room, waiting for him to come back. As he did, so did Wanda, who had an angry look on her face.

“Don’t,” she was suddenly in front of you, grabbing the drink Robert was offering you and turning to look at him.

“What the hell?” You asked, trying to move Wanda so she wasn’t pushing you against the wall with her back, but she didn’t move. In fact, she didn’t even look your way, eyes on the man.

“Yeah,” Robert said, though he looked rather uncomfortable. “What’s the deal, girl? We were having fun.”

“No, you were not,” she said, voice cold. “I saw you put something on her cup before you left the kitchen.” You tensed at the sentence, hand reaching out to wrap around Wanda’s arm to let her know you wanted her to look at you. She partially turned around, looking into your eyes, where you could only see truth, and anger. So she wasn’t lying? Oh, god…

Robert tensed, quickly raising his hands, still holding his cup. “Listen, it was nothing-”

“Oh, really?” Wanda asked, turning back to look at him. “It’s all good now,” she said sarcastically. “You sure it was nothing, right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, smiling awkwardly.

“Cool,” Wanda nodded. “Then drink it,” she said, shoving the drink into his chest. A few drops of the beverage fell into his white T-shirt, tainting it instantly. You stared at the forming stain, not wanting to look at him.

“What?” He asked. His face was turning white; he looked like a kid that had been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, and you felt like throwing up.

“If it’s nothing, drink it. All of it,,” she shoved the plastic cup back into his chest, and he took a few steps back.

“Look… I-” he looked around. “I’m not really in the mood. Goodbye.”

“Yeah, I’ll show you goodbye,” Wanda said, grabbing him by the hair and pushing him onto the front door. Steve, Bucky and Sam walked over when they saw Wanda dragging their football teammate out to the door, and she stopped to talk to them, probably telling them what had happened- what he had tried to do. Even though it was far away, you could see Steve’s face changing. He grabbed Robert by the arm and pushed him outside the house, following behind as Sam called for Tony and Thor to join them. Had the situation been different, you would have felt bad for the guy and what your guy friends were about to do to him. But you couldn’t feel any kind of sympathy after what he had tried to do.

Wanda walked back in, ignoring the questioning looks she got, and she moved so she was standing in front of you. With a start, you realized you hadn’t moved from the place Wanda had pushed you into. You were in shock of what had just happened. The woman gave you a long look before sighing in irritation and walking away, taking you with her by the arm. The hold was strong, and it was clear you weren’t going anywhere. The two of you climbed the stairs and walked into a room. You stood by the closed door as you watched her walk around.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, are you stupid?” She asked, pushing her hair out of her face. “How can you be so naïve?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” You said, pointing a finger at her. “The boys invited him, I was surrounded by friends; I thought I was safe.”

“Well, you obviously thought wrong,” Wanda said. When she looked at you, you took a step back. Her eyes were hard and cold. “You thought wrong and you could have got hurt.”

“Oh, please,” you said, crossing your arms. “As if you would give a fuck. You’re an asshole.”

“Maybe I am, but at least I’m not fucking stupid,” Wanda said. You were surprised by how angry she looked.

“Go fuck yourself,” you said, moving to open the door. She grabbed your arm, pushing you against the wood with surprisingly a lot of strength.

“Go fuck myself?” She repeated. The mascara and black eyeshadow on her eyes made her look terrifying in the dark room. The rings in her fingers were digging into your skin, and you swallowed hard. “No, you go fuck yourself for being so… I don’t even have words to describe how careless your actions were.”

“Like I said,” you said, your other hand moving to turn on the light. “You wouldn’t care, so shut your fucking mouth.”

Wanda grabbed you by the shoulders, pushing you farther into the door. “You have no idea about how I feel, so keep quiet,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, there we go again,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Wanda trying to tell me what to do. Well, flash news, asshole, you can’t boss me around.”

You tried to move, but Wanda wasn’t letting go of you. “I can and I will when you obviously can't take care of yourself.”

“Fuck off. Let me go.”

“That guy was looking at you all night,” she said, getting closer to your face. She looked so mad you almost felt sorry for arguing back with her. Almost. “Waiting to catch you alone,” she continued, scrunching her nose with anger. “And when you were, it was so easy to trick you. So damn easy,” she whispered, her breath hitting your face.

“So what, you were looking at me all night?” You tried to joke, if only to get rid of the tension between the two of you.

Wanda laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’m always looking at you.”

You looked at Wanda, utterly surprised by her confession. Blinking, you grabbed her neck and pushed her head down, putting your lips on hers. She returned the kiss almost immediately, moaning into your open mouth. She grabbed your waist, dragging you away from the door and pushing your body against hers. You tried to pull away to breathe, but she wouldn’t let you move an inch away from her. She grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up and making you wrap your legs around her hips. “Wanda…” you managed to let out, but you weren’t completely sure whether you were complaining from the lack of air or moaning her name.

“You have no idea how much I look at you,” she murmured, slamming your body into the door, her hand blindly searching for the lock. “Of course you don’t,” she said when the door was finally locked. “My baby is too dumb to understand what’s really going on,” even though her voice was strangely sweet, she held harder onto your legs. She used one hand to pull down your dress so your chest was exposed. “Isn’t that right?” She asked, pinching one of your nipples through the bra. You threw your head back, moaning at the sensation. You were cut short by Wanda, who slapped you on the face. “I asked you a question. You can’t even do that?”

“It’s right,” you murmured out of breath.

Wanda chuckled, lips slightly caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. “Of course it’s right,” she said, dragging you away from the door and dropping you onto the mattress. “Dumb girls like you can’t really focus on two things at the same time,” her hand disappeared behind your back, pulling down the zipper of your dress. “So fucking innocent to actually believe boys like him have good intentions.”

“Fuck,” you said when you heard cloth being torn. You looked away from her eyes to see her hands putting your dress away from your body, the zipper completely ruined. “That was expensive.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” Wanda whispered in your ear, leaning over your body. You held onto her shirt, trying to pull it away to see her body, but she grabbed your hands and put them over your head, holding them in place. “Not yet, baby,” she said, her lips caressing your neck. “You need to earn the privilege of touching me,” she grabbed your arms, pushing you into a sitting position so she could pull off your bra. She threw it behind her, and you opened your mouth to complain because she really needed to stop doing that with your clothes, but then her lips were wrapped around your nipple and she was pushing you back onto the mattress and it was all too much to handle. You moaned, scratching her biceps as she left kisses all over your body.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” you said, throwing your head back in pleasure. She held you by the neck when you tried to move, her other hand going south to take off your underwear. She hovered over your center, hot breath hitting your clit. But she didn’t move.

“Say my name again,” she said, voice harsh. You moaned, holding onto the hand that was on your neck.

“Wanda,” you moaned, your other hand intertwining on her dark locks.

“Good girl,” she said, and you could have swore she was smirking as those words left her mouth.

“Fuck,” you said when Wanda’s tongue left her mouth to lick your clit, gathering your juices. She played with you for a moment, enjoying your taste and little whimpers of pleasure, before she introduced her tongue inside, putting in and out in a fast motion that had you pulling her hair so hard it must have been painful for her. But she did not complain once, too focused on making you scream.

“You taste so good, detka,” she whispered, her lips moving over your vagina. You moaned, gasping for air when her hand tightened around your neck. “So fucking good,” she said, moving to stand over your face. “Open up, Y/N. I want you to taste yourself.” You opened up, expecting her lips to find yours, but instead she spit in your mouth. A trail of saliva fell over her chin, and the sight was so obscene and sexual that you couldn’t help but moan. “Swallow,” she whispered in your ear. 

You looked into her green eyes as you closed your mouth and swallowed. “Thank you,” you whispered, not completely sure why you said it.

“Look at you,” she cooed. “I eat your little pussy once and suddenly you’re so obedient,” she chuckled, her fingers running through your face. “If I had known that’s all it took, I would’ve fucked you way earlier.”

You moaned, throwing your head back. “Wanda, please…”

“Please what?” She asked, her hand going south to begin touching your clit. “Tell me what you want, detka.”

“Fuck me,” you ran your hands through her back, your fingers wrapping around her shirt and pushing it over her head. This time, she didn’t stop you, sitting up on the bed to help you take off her shirt, moving around until her jeans were also off. Only then did you notice the bulge on her underwear.

“Like what you see?” Wanda asked, leaning back down over your body. She grabbed your hand, moving it until it was resting against the bulge. With some short of urgency, you moved the piece of cloth away, grabbing the dildo in your hand.

“Please,” you whispered again, looking into her eyes. Despite the sweat that was covering both your bodies, her makeup was as perfect as it was an hour ago, the eyeshadow black and making her look oh so intimidating and sexy. “Please, fuck me.”

Wanda groaned at your words, grabbing you by the arm and turning you around until your face was shoved into the duvet. You had little time to move into a comfortable position before she was raising your hips, hands gripping your waist so hard you knew you would find brushes there in the morning. You felt her shuffle around for a moment, and then the tip of her dick was pressing into your folds. But she didn’t move, simply staying still and caressing your waist that she had just brushed moments before.

“Are you sure?” She asked, her voice faraway. “Because once I fuck you, I’m not letting you go. Never.”

“I’m sure,” you said, moving your head to the side so you could look at her. You grabbed one of her hands and rested it on the top of your hair, and she smiled before she was moving your head back into the mattress.

“Good girl,” Wanda said, grabbing and pulling onto your hair as she began pushing herself inside of you. You moaned, grabbing onto the sheets out of pleasure. “Oh, look at you,” she said once she had bottomed into you. She let go of your hair, instead moving to rest both her hands on top of yours. She began moving in and out of you, her dick touching every pleasure point inside of you that had you gasping for hair. “Such a dumb whore,” she said, marking every word with a hard push. You tried to move so you could move alongside her, but she simply laughed, forcing you down with her own body. “My silly little girl.”

“Oh, Wanda,” you moaned, intertwining your fingers with hers. “Fuck. I’m going to come,” you said.

“Are you, baby?” She asked, letting go of one of your hands to play with your clit. “But you didn’t ask for permission.”

“Can I please come?” You said, desperate. Your free hand held onto her hair, forcing her to move and in return changing the position, making her trusts deeper. “Please, please.”

“Go ahead, sweet girl,” she said against your cheek, her breath hot on your face. “Come for me.” 

You let go the moment she granted you permission, closing your eyes and screaming her name so loud you were sure everyone who was still in the house could hear you. Wanda didn’t stop, not even when you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling, instead fucking you as hard until you were reaching another orgasm.

“Fuck. Please, stop.”

Wanda immediately stopped her movements, her dick all the way inside of you as you thrashed around, legs shaking from all the feelings you were being hit with all at once. “That’s it, baby,” she said, kissing your shoulder, her hand lovingly caressing your hips as you said her name over and over. “You did so well for me. I’m so proud of you.”

You moaned, finally regaining control over your limbs. Your pussy gripped over the dildo, but you didn’t want her to pull away. No. You wanted her close to you, inside of you forever.

God, why had you wasted so much time arguing when you could have been doing this.

“You want to stop?” Wanda said, kissing your shoulder again.

“No,” you said, maybe a little too fast because she laughed.

“Okay then,” she said, sitting up on the bed. She pushed herself out of you, and you whined at the emptiness, but the sound was cut short when she turned you around. She used her fingers to gather some of your wetness, smirking as she looked at the mess you had made. You moved away from her, still feeling overly sensitive.

“Fuck,” you said, closing your eyes at the feeling.

“Look at you,” Wanda said, smirking. She bit into your lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. “Such a whore. Always knew you were,” she moved your face, forcing you to look at her as she shoved her fingers into your mouth. You quickly began to suck them clean. “All those stupid short dresses, all the pretended innocence, all the teasing… you were just begging for me to put you in your place. Now look at you, a dumb bitch going crazy over my dick,” she pulled her fingers out of your mouth, moving them to play with your clit. You moaned again, trying to find some release.

“Fuck, Wanda. Please, please, fuck me.”

“You really can’t shut up, can you?” Wanda asked, her hand wrapping around your throat, draining all the air out of your lungs. “That mouth should be perfectly still for me unless I say so,” she groaned in your ear, pushing herself back into you without giving you any time to get used to her size. “See?” She said, fucking you fast and hard, so much that you could only gasp for air. “Just like that. Always ready for me to fuck whenever I want.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she moved her hips and her dick touched a bulb of nerves inside of you that almost made you come right there. “Wanda,” you gasped, the hand on your throat stopping from screaming her name the way you wanted to.

But it didn’t matter. She understood, smirking and moving so she was kneeling more comfortably on the bed before she began fucking you, the tip of her dick touching that spot over and over. “Good girl,” she said, grabbing one of your tits to twist the nipple in her fingers. “That’s how you should always be. Naked and ready for me to fuck. Isn’t that right?” You nodded, head threw back as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. You gasped in pain when she let go of your throat to slap you in the face. “I asked you a question.”

“Always ready for you,” you said, grabbing onto her arm. “Always. Always. Only for you.”

“What a good girl I got all for myself,” Wanda said, lowering her head to grab one of your nipples in her mouth. You moaned, scratching her back as you once again came. “And so sensitive…” she smirked, not stopping to allow you to compose yourself. “So fucking sensitive and soft. I’m going to enjoy ruining your pussy so much.”

You moaned, once again reaching an orgasm. This time you pushed her shoulders, telling her to stop. She did, but didn’t pull out of you. Instead, she waited for you to gather yourself.

“Holy shit,” you said, gasping for air. Wanda laughed, leaning down to kiss your breasts. She stood still, sucking on your nipples as she waited for you to calm down. Once you did, she looked at you, smiling.

“That good?” She smirked, drying a tear that had run down your face at the overwhelming pleasure.

“The best I’ve ever had,” you said, still short of breath.

Wanda groaned and began moving her hips, the dildo still inside of you. She fucked you slowly, looking into your eyes. “The best?” She asked, kissing your lips as her hand ran through your hair sweetly. It felt different this time, more passionate and intimate. You put your shaky hands on her face, looking into her eyes. “I’m really the best?”

“Yes,” you said, kissing her again. You ran your hand through her back, pushing her until she was laying on top of you. Her hips kept moving, the pleasure overwhelming you as you moaned into her mouth. “The best. Wanda, you’re the best. I love it when you fuck me like this.”

Wanda moaned this time, biting into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as she came. You held her as she came, gasping into your neck that was starting to brush from her grip on it.

“Fuck,” she said. “That was…”

“Amazing.”

Wanda smiled at you, kissing your forehead as she pulled herself out of you. She undid her strap, dropping the dildo off the bed as she cuddled into you. 

Someone knocked on the door, making Wanda tense and grab the duvet to cover your body.

“Are you guys done?” Tony asked through the door. “We’re trying to enjoy the party like you clearly are, but with all the noises…”

“Fuck off, Stark,” Wanda said, making you laugh. You looked at her, kissing her cheek.

Good thing you didn’t miss the party.

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Each Side of You Was Made for Me

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Summary: Ever since Wanda started reading the Darkhold, she had been different. Sometimes, it almost felt like she was someone else, someone much darker

Word Count: 4.4k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warning(s): +18, rough sex, oral sex (reader receiving), strap-on sex (reader receiving), dom Wanda (or dom Scarlet Witch?), slapping, chocking, degradation kink, humiliation kink, praise kink, mommy kink, all the kinks lol, kinda split personality, scarlet witch is a little shit

You knew something was up with Wanda. It was easy to see, even for those who didn’t know her.

But you did. You knew her as well as you knew yourself. And you knew ever since she started reading that godforsaken book, that there was something going on with her; it almost was like… there was another person living inside her body.

That morning started as all of them always did. You woke up to Wanda hugging you and dropping kisses over your face to wake you up. You were resting on her chest, her hands running over your hair and scratching your scalp softly. You cuddled into her body, soaking in her warmth to counteract the chilly morning air.

It had been two months since Westview, since she managed to bring your body back to live in a cabin that was now your home. Now, as long as you were with her, as long as you stayed inside the limits, you were safe. It had taken you a while to come to terms with it; knowing you could never be truly alone, that you were playing with things you shouldn’t just to stay alive, was scary. But Wanda needed you. She needed someone, and she had already lost you so many times… it would be selfish to leave her. Selfish, and dangerous.

Despite the sweet touches and lovely words she was whispering in your ear, you knew it was all temporary. Once you had had breakfast and you went off to the garden to tent the plants, she would go to the basement to continue reading that book. A part of you was scared -not of her perse, but of what could happen to her if she kept going down that road. You would stay by her side no matter what, because you just couldn’t fathom leaving her, but you knew sooner or later it would all blow up on her face. You had tried to tell her to stop, but every time you brought it up, she would dismiss it, telling you she was trying to find a way to keep you safe forever. 

“Good morning,” she said against your hair, taking you away from your thoughts. “Slept well?”

“Yes,” you said, smiling as she kissed your forehead. “Want me to make breakfast?”

“Or we could stay in for a while,” she said. You raised your head, looking at her in question. Her eyes had a tilt of red in them, one that others would run from. But not you, not from her.

“Wanda?”

“Wanda’s not here, baby,” she said. Her accent was the same, her face was the same, yet there was something so completely different about the way she spoke. Her lips on yours were more sure, firmer, more sensual; more demanding. She moved, pushing you further down onto the mattress. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her lips a ghost of a touch away from your neck.

“Who are you?” You asked, grabbing her head and pushing her away from you. You didn’t allow your heartbeat to increase, you kept your breathing even and slow; you didn’t know what was going on with Wanda, but showing fear would not help the situation at all.

“I’m the Scarlet Witch,” she said. You had heard that name, coming from Agatha’s mouth as she fought your wife in the sky. Wanda had not dared speak her name ever since that day, but whenever she spent too much on the basement and came out looking drained and tired, she would say it was her, and you didn’t need to ask further. “I’ve been meaning to meet you for a while, but Wanda wouldn’t allow it,” you looked at her in utter disbelief.

“What?” You sat up, leaning against the headboard. 

“She’s quite protective of you,” she said, running her hand through your hair. “I understand. I am as well,” she dropped her hand when you saw you leaning away from her. “I’d never hurt you,” she whispered.

“So Wanda is not here?” You asked, trying to wrap your head around her words. Was she pulling your leg or something?

“In a way, she is. The same way I’m always there when she takes control,” she explained. “I’ve been trying to meet you for a while. Wanda is scared of what could happen. I think she still doesn’t understand that we’re the same.”

“I don’t understand either.”

The woman laughed softly. “Of course you are confused. She hasn’t told you because she’s terrified of you leaving her. Thinks it will be too much for you,” she shook her head. “I keep telling her, I’m just a part of her. I’ve been a part ever since she called out to me. I’m the one who defeated the Harkness witch,” she explained. “I’m the one who figured out how to keep you alive. Yet she wants to get rid of me.”

“So that’s why she’s been in the basement so much lately?”

“Yes. That’s why she’s been sick. She tries to hide it from you, she doesn’t want to worry you, but… she’s stubborn. She doesn’t understand she needs to show you.”

“Show me?”

“Show you who she really is. Who I am. She needs to accept me, or she’s going to end up harming herself.”

The words made you tense. You didn’t want Wanda to be hurt, especially not because she was scared of showing herself to you. “Harm? In what way?”

“Who knows. She wants to get rid of me using the Darkhold, but it will only kill her. We’re one. She can’t kill me without killing herself. Maybe I should let her, so I can have her body all to myself.”

“What?” You looked into her red eyes. “No, no. You need to stop her.”

“Me?” She smirked. “I can’t do much. You, on the other hand…”

“Jesus, just tell me,” you said, rolling your eyes. Leave it to a witch to be cryptic as hell. 

“Accept me,” she whispered against your lips.

“What?”

“Show Wanda you accept both sides of her.”

“How-” Her lips slammed onto yours, her hands grabbing the back of your neck to push you against her body. You moaned, melting into her. She was more rough, but the same careful touch was there, letting you know she didn’t want to hurt you. It was Wanda, you could feel it, it was still her underneath, but with a small, more fierce change. “Wanda…” you moaned when her lips began sucking hickies onto your neck.

“Detka,” she whispered, the hand on your hair gripping tighter, forcing you to expose more of your neck. Her voice was darker, full of something that made your insides melt and burn with want. You wanted her hands all over you, until you could clearly tell both their touches apart with just a featherlight caress.

“Fuck,” you said. It had been so long since Wanda had touched you like that, and god, had you missed her…

“I’ve waited so long to finally touch you,” she said. As if to prove her point, she ran her hands over your sides before resting them on your hips. “Wanda was being selfish,” she said. A warm feeling surrounded you and the next second you felt the texture of the sheets underneath you. You blinked in confusion, but her fingertips were touching the valley of your stomach up to your chest, and it was clear that she had undressed you with magic. She had never done anything like that before and the excitement of it made the woman chuckle. “She never uses her magic on you, uh?”

“No,” you said, surprised by how steady your voice sounded in comparison to your beating heart.

“Let’s change that,” she said. She waved her right hand over you, and two tendrils held your arms, keeping them in place. Had it been someone else, you would have been petrified by her actions. But looking into her red eyes, you could still see the green behind; Wanda was still there -it was Wanda who was doing this, even if it was a different version of her, it was your Wanda nonetheless. “Yes,” she said, resting her hand on your cheek. Her voice was soft, the same voice that you had known for years; your Wanda. “It’s still me, pretty girl. Let us love you.”

You gasped a little, and she took it as an invitation to shove her tongue into your mouth. While the two of you kissed, she undressed herself with magic; one moment the cotton of her pyjamas with silly drawings of cats was rubbing onto you, and the next it was all smooth, soft skin. You moaned into her mouth, raising your body to feel her completely. She pulled away, one of her hands moving around while the other pushed two fingers past your lips.

“Good girl,” she praised when your tongue wrapped around her digits and you began sucking on them, covering the skin with your saliva. “I understand why she wanted to keep you all to herself,” she lowered her head, grabbing your nipple with her lips. She let go when you started to grind onto her body, looking up to give you an amused look. “You need me, baby? You need Wanda and I to get you off?” She raised an eyebrow.

You moaned against her fingers, eyes rolling back. Her voice was once again hard, lacking any warmth, but it ironically made you feel hot all over. “Yes,” you said, and she smirked.

“Well, I can do that,” she said, pulling her fingers out of your mouth and quickly moving them to your center. She pressed on it, and closed her eyes in pleasure when she heard you moaning. “In fact, I bet I can do it better than her,” she said, pushing away from your body so she could kneel in front of you. She lowered herself on your stomach, leaving a small kiss there before she was going down. Without wasting any time, her lips wrapped around your clit, gaining a loud moan out of you. Her mouth worked on you, tongue slowly entering you just for her to pull out quickly. You fought against the magic restraints holding your arms down, body frantically moving around.

“Oh god,” you said, eyes closed and back arched.

“I don’t think God is the one fucking you right now, dekta,” her husky voice was on your ear, and you had half the mind to question how she had moved to fast before she was in between your legs again, hands firmly pressed on your tighs, holding your legs open for her to devour you for as long as she pleased. “Hold on tight, kotenok,” she whispered, smirking as she let go of your arms so you could pull her hair. And you did in just a few seconds, throwing your head back and moaning into the ceiling as she entered two fingers inside of you, moving them in a fast motion. Whenever she felt you were close to coming, she would slow down, taking her lips away from you to instead kiss the inner side of your thighs. She kept pushing you over the edge, smiling when she heard your desperate whines when she pulled away, and you were sure you were going to die from the mixed emotions she was evoking out of you.

“Wanda-”

She groaned, moving away from your center to instead look at you. She hovered over you, leaning on her left forearm as she looked at you with a mixture of possessiveness and anger.

“I’m not Wanda,” she said. You tried to close your legs since the position she had you was starting to get uncomfortable, but she slapped you in the clit, stopping you from moving. “Wanda is not fucking you right now. It’s me. Say it.”

“It’s- it’s you,” you said. She smiled, but it wasn’t a sweet smile. It was the face of someone who had just gotten away with a crime; it was a smile that promised dark things, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be scared of her. Not when she wrapped her hand around your neck and pressed hard, so hard you almost wondered if maybe it was your time to die (again); no, because it was Wanda. And no version of Wanda could ever hurt you.

“Say my name,” she said, lowly, her hand squeezing tighter. “Say it,” her voice was desperate, eyes blown open as she stared at your gasping form. “Say it!”

“Scarlet Witch,” you said, resting your hand on top of hers. You couldn’t tell if it was to tell her to stop or beg her to press harder, or simply to feel her muscles harder under her skin. She smiled, moving up and using the hand on your neck as the only support as her other hand moved the cock of her fake strap over your clit.

For the love of everything that was right in this world, you knew firsthand having sex with a witch had it perks, but the Scarlet Witch’s ability to make things simply appear out of thin air was beautifully breathtaking. And definitely came in handy when she didn’t have to leave the bed to grab one of the toys.

“Say it again,” she said, pushing the tip of her dick inside of you. You moaned, expecting her to bottom up as Wanda always did, but instead she remained still, looking at you. When you looked back at her, she raised her free hand to slap you in the face. “Say my name again,” she said roughly.

“Scarlet Witch,” you said, the hand on your neck making your speech awkward. 

“Yes, baby. That’s right,” she said, finally moving deeper inside of you. Once your hips met each other, she looked at you, inspecting your face as you moaned. “Colour?”

“Green,” you said, eyes closed and mouth open wild as you tried to breathe properly. As if she had noticed, her other hand covered your mouth and nose for a few seconds while she began moving inside of you. She let you breathe once she knew it was becoming dangerous, but even if it had only been a few seconds, the message was clear; she was the one in control.

“You look so pretty like this,” she said, letting go of your throat to grab your leg. She held onto your tight as she moved you, pushing your body further into her dick. You moaned when she pulled your leg around her shoulder, leaning over you and spreading you as open as you could be. The position made the rubber toy reach every part of your insides that gave you immense pleasure, and when the tip of her finger found your clit and pressed on it, you screamed out loud as you came. The Scarlet Witch didn’t stop for a second, instead fucking you harder and faster to prolong your orgasm as much as she could. Once you came down from your high, you tried to pull away, the pleasure becoming unwearable, but she grabbed you by the neck again and forced you down onto the mattress, her hips meeting yours as she fucked you like no one had ever done before. It only took you a few trusts to make you come again, and this time she slowed down when you relaxed -her hand, however, remained on your neck, making you reach your calm slower as she continued moving inside of you.

“Holy fuck,” your voice was harse and low, and the witch laughed, still moving in and out.

“You liked it, my little dove?” She asked, her voice oddly sweet. “Of course you did. Sluts like you love to pretend like they have everything under control when all they really need is someone to put them in their place. Isn’t that right? Aren’t you a slut that loves being fucked onto the mattress?” You moaned at her words, nodding your head. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you said. The sheets under you were sticking to your back, but with the constant movement of the witch’s hips moving her cock inside of you, you could scarcely focus on it. 

She pulled away from you, grabbing you by the arms to make you kneel on the bed. “You look pretty like this,” she commented, her thumb touching your lips. “You would look even prettier with my dick in your mouth. Maybe that would stop you from moaning like a little bitch,” she slipped the thumb inside and you immediately wrapped your tongue around it, making the witch smile. “So obedient, my little girl. Um, maybe next time,” she said, pretending to think as her eyes, still a weird mixture of red and green, focused on your lips. “But now, I’m going to need you somewhere else,” she said. She grabbed you by the arm, turning you around and pushing your chest into the mattress. You tried to move to see what she was doing, but a hand firmly pressed onto the middle of your back, holding you down. “Now, now. Do you want to stop being a good girl? You were doing it so well.”

“No,” you said. Your voice was muffled from the sheets, but you knew she had heard you because she chuckled, the noise dark and tempting.

“No, uh?” She grabbed your hips, forcing you to kneel on the mattress. When you made the move to raise your head, she grabbed your head and pushed you down. “Stay down, baby. That’s it,” she took her hand away but you remained in place, with only your hips up in the air and ready for her. “What a good girl,” she whispered. “Wanda did a great job finding you for us.”

You moaned, hands gripping the sheets. She guided her dick over your folds, covering it with the aftermath of your orgasms before she was shoving herself inside without giving you a second to get used to it. She pushed all the way in, making you moan in pure bliss. Her hand found your hair, grabbing onto it and pushing your head onto the mattress with each hard thrust. “Fuck,” you said.

“What was that, baby?” She asked. She pulled your hair, forcing you up until your back was pressed against her front. She put her hand on your stomach, moving up to grab one of your breasts. She held onto it, twisting your nipple between her fingers while the hand on your hair pushed you in and out of her cock in a fast motion. “I didn’t hear you,” she whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. “What did you say?” She asked.

“Fuck,” you repeated. She was fucking you with such fervor it made the hair in your body stand on end. The pleasure was too much, but at the same time it didn’t feel like it was enough. You grabbed onto her arm desperately, your fingernails digging into the skin as you tried to control your breathing.

“You like what I’m doing?” She asked against your ear. “You like mommy fucking you like you need to be fucked?” You nodded, screaming in pleasure when she let go of your hair to grab your neck, forcing her dick inside of you. She forced you to remain still, tendrils of red magic wrapping around your waist. You tried to move against the restraints, wanting desperately to reach your high, but the witch only laughed. “Such a slut,” she said. “Look at you. Can’t even stay still for a few moments. So desperate…” she let go of your breast to instead play with your clit, playing with it in such a way that it made your eyes roll back. “Wanda has gone easy on you, sweetheart. But me,” she laughed, leaving a small kiss on your shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

“Yes, please,” you said, holding so tight onto her arm that your nails cut through the skin, making blood run down her arm. “Please.”

“Won’t you look at that,” she laughed. “Not even an hour and you’re already begging like a little bitch,” she suddenly pushed you against the mattress, manhandling you until you were laying on your back. You stared up at her, completely naked and with her cock gleaming against the morning sun from your juices. “Wanda really needs to pick up her game, or else you will be calling for me every time your little pussy is desperate for a good fuck,” she laughed, raising her hand to grab a dot of the blood; the cut had cured quite fast, but the blood on her finger was fresh as she put it on her mouth. She lowered herself over your body, her lips finding yours. You could taste the cooper on her mouth, contrasting to the sweet taste of the mint toothpaste Wanda used. Once she pulled away, she smiled. “And just like that,” she said, pushing her dick back inside of you. You three your head back, holding onto the sheets as she began moving. The witch lowered her face onto your neck, biting on the side of it hard. She played with your clit, moving her fingers over it before pinching it, and back to moving it around. It took just a few minutes before you were coming, moving your entire body desperately, overwhelmed by the pleasure. “And just like that, you’re mine forever.”

You moved your face to give her a questioning look, but her eyes had turned back to the green you knew and loved. You were still gasping for air, but your hand reached out to touch her cheek. “What the fuck was that?” You asked. 

Wanda moved her hips, pulling the toy out of you. You moaned, still sensitive, and she whispered an apology as she got out of bed, taking off the strap and walking to the bathroom. She came back with a damped cloth, which she used to clean up your tights and center, before she sat down on the bed, not looking at you. She put her hands on her head, eyes closed as she leaned over. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“Wanda?” You asked, moving to touch her. When you did, she immediately pulled away, getting up to grab her robe and put it on. She turned to look at you, her face full of hatred and so distraught you wanted to reach out for her, but you instead sat down back on the bed, using the sheets to cover your body. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong, Y/N,” she said, turning around to face the window. “She’s taking over. I’m terrified of what’s going to happen. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose-”

“You don’t understand!” She screamed, turning around. “You don’t know what it’s like, having this voice in my head! She keeps telling me things, and now she- she has done this… she’s taking over, and it’s fucking scary. And you don’t understand!”

“Then let me!” You said, cutting off her pity party. “Tell me. I love you, and I wanna help you.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “No, I can’t risk it. This is dark magic. I won’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“I already did,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. It was then that you finally looked at her, and saw how utterly exhausted she was. Without the magic she always used to keep you from questioning, you could see the bags under her eyes, the hands that seemed to always shake no matter how hard to stop them. “I’ve lost you too many times. I won’t risk another one.”

“What’s the problem?” You asked softly, getting up from the bed to walk up to her. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and hugged her; you hugged her hard and tight and didn’t let go, not even when she remained perfectly still and didn’t return the hug. “Please, tell me.”

“Ever since Westview, it’s like there’s someone else inside of me,” she said, resting her head against yours.

“The Scarlet Witch,” you said.

“Yes,” Wanda said. “I’ve been trying to get rid of her, but it’s only making me feel sick. And now- god, she just took control. It’s not… it shouldn’t be like that.”

“And I shouldn’t be alive,” you said. “That doesn’t mean it’s not a reality. You accepted the power of the witch, and you’re going to have to live with her. You’re going to get the two of you killed.”

“Y/N, she has just-”

“I know,” you said, pulling away. You looked into her eyes, so green and so different from how they were moments ago, but yet so similar. “And I liked it. It was weird, but I liked it. Because it was you. And I love every part of you,” you caressed her cheek. “I love you, Wanda, and I love her. And I don’t want you to keep hurting yourself over something you can’t change.”

“What if she hurt you?” She whispered, holding your hand between hers.

“She didn’t seem to want to hurt me,” you tried to joke, but your smile dropped when you noticed how scared she looked. “Wanda, I trust you. And I trust her; she’s a part of you, whether it’s a good or a bad part, it’s still you. You need to stop fighting her.”

“Okay,” she said, closing her eyes. “Okay.”

“I love you,” you whispered against her mouth.

She opened her eyes, and they were once again red. The witch smiled, running a hand through your hair. “And I love you, little one,” she said, her voice raspier. “I will always keep you safe. Even from myself,” she sealed the promise with a kiss.

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Hold me close (and never let me go)

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Summary: Wanda had lost too many people in her life. When she loses you too, she does whatever she needs to do to have you back

Word Count: 4.1k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warning(s): MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS, dark Wanda Maximoff, yandere Wanda Maximoff, mentions of death, gore stuff (lowkey cannibalism?? idk), Wanda needs a hug and therapy and more therapy and a little bit more of therapy

Masterlist

Stephen Strange knew the repercussions that defeating Thanos would mean. He knew the people they would lose, the year gaps that would be created during the blip. He knew it because he had seen it all, over and over; but it was the only way to win.

What he had not taken into consideration was Wanda Maximoff, and her love for you.

You had been killed during the fight against Thanos. You were distracted, trying to find your girlfriend because apparently, it had been five years gone in the blink of an eye and you needed to know if she was okay.

Wanda was doing the same, frantically searching for you within the crowd of fighting people. She had spent the last five years of her life mourning you, but finally -finally- there was hope to see you again. And she did.

But as always, her happiness was momentary. 

You smiled at her, jumping around the debris and dead bodies to get to her, but one of Thanos’ soldiers got in the way, stabbing you in the chest before Wanda could react. She screamed in pain, a big wave of red magic washing over the place and throwing everyone but you off their feet and feet away from the two of you. She threw two red balls of energy onto the ground, using them to push herself up and towards you. She reached you in a few seconds, cradling you in her arms. Wanda tried to use her magic to close your wound, but it was to no avail. You were dead the moment you touched the floor.

She sobbed, pushing more and more magic into your lifeless body to bring you back, but she wasn’t successful. She picked you up, careful of the wound even though she knew it couldn’t hurt you; not anymore, not ever again.

She was gone the next moment, taking your body with her. She settled herself in the cabin she had been living in for the past three years after the Avengers declared there was no way of bringing everyone back; it was somewhere she knew she couldn’t be found even if they tried, which was exactly what she needed. She didn’t care about the fight, about Thanos, about the Avengers… nothing mattered except you; if they lost and Thanos killed them all- well, that would be merciful in her eyes.

Over the next months she discovered what had happened through the news, but she paid it little mind aside from the expected curiosity. No, she couldn’t care about them, not when she had to bring you back. She couldn’t lose you again, not after having you back after five years of missing you. She had lost too many people, she couldn’t lose you again.

So she searched, she investigated until she found a witch named Agatha Harkness. That same day, after making sure the spells she had put on your body to keep time away from decomposing you, she went looking for her.

A week later, she came back with a mysterious book and blood under her fingernails.

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No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring you back. Every time she did, you would die again, gasping in pain against her ear as she held you close. She had tried curing your wounds, using every spell she could find to make sure you were healthy once you were back, even using another body she had transformed to look like you and bring in your memories to her, but nothing. Without fail, every time she thought she had succeeded, she would lose you again. She investigated her past, thinking maybe there was a curse put on her that was keeping her apart from her lover, and that was when she discovered about the Scarlet Witch. And once she realized she wasn’t powerful enough to have you back, she became the Scarlet Witch, reading the Darkhold every breathing moment until she was powerful enough to have you back with her.

And that was when, in her dreams, she began to see you, in another universe, with another version of herself. So she tried everything she could until she finally reached you.

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The first time she managed to take over her other self’s body, she was laying on a sofa, Bewitched playing on the TV. She sat up, feeling awkward moving around in a body that was hers, but wasn’t at the same time. She turned around at the sound of something falling, followed by a whispered curse. She would recognise that voice anywhere no matter what.

She stayed quiet, eyes opened in complete shock as she watched you appear through the door, carrying a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of soda under your arm. “I dropped the freaking spatula again,” you said, handing her over the bowl and putting the bottles on the coffee table in front of her. You dropped your body onto the sofa, raising your legs and resting them on her lap, eyes searching for the controller to find a good movie. When you noticed she hadn’t made a sarcastic remark about how clumsy you were in the kitchen, you turned around to look at her. The sight that welcomed you was of your wife, tears rolling down her face.

“Wanda?” You asked, sitting up and moving closer to her. “What’s wrong?” You put your hand on her face. That made her gasp, arm raising to hold your hand in hers in complete shock. She did it. She finally did it. She had you again; all the pain, all the wasted hours trying to bring you back had been worthy at the end. She had you, and she wouldn’t let go.

“Y/N,” Wanda whispered, wrapping her arms around your waist. She pushed you into her body, burying her face on your neck. You used the same body wash as you did in her universe, an apple scent filling her senses for the first time in almost six years. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, pushing her farther into you, one of your hands delicately scratching her scalp. You allowed her to cry, and she did for hours, crying into your skin. She was finally at peace; she was finally with you.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked after she had calmed down. The TV had turned off on its own so the only score of light was the light you had forgotten to turn off on your way back from the kitchen. You were on your back, Wanda resting on top of you; the bowl of popcorn had fallen to the ground but none of you had made the move to pick it up. She had calmed down a few minutes ago, probably had tired herself to the point she had no more tears she could cry out.

“I’ve missed you,” she said. Her voice was muffled from her mouth being pressed against your neck, and raspy from all the crying. You made a move to get up and get her a glass of water, but it seemed to panic her, making her wrap her arms tighter around. “Don’t go,” she begged. You nodded, laying back down. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised. “I was going to grab you a glass of water.” Soon enough, one of her hands was covered in red mist and a glass filled with water appeared on the table. You turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. “Look at you, bragging about your cool powers,” you commented, surprised by her sudden action.

“I know,” she said, even if she didn’t know.

How had she managed to live so long without you?

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assured her, rubbing her shoulders to get rid of some of the tension there. 

“Is it?” She asked, unable to stop herself.

“Wanda, are you sure you’re okay?” You asked concerned, sitting her up and following her, resting on her lap. “You sound… weird.”

“I’m okay,” she said, grabbing your hands and enveloping them in hers. “Sorry. I don’t know what happened. I’m just… a little disoriented. That’s all.”

“Leave it up to you to get so lost in your sitcoms that you forget about your wife,” you said playfully, kissing the side of her head. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“You are,” she whispered, the arms around your waist holding you close. Your hands, which she had let go of to hold you, raised to dry away her tears. “You are. You’re here,” she said, looking at you with unaltered fascination and adoration, like she couldn’t believe her luck. She took notice of her hand, where a simple gold ring was on her ring finger. On your hand there was one too, and it made her chest hurt with happiness. This. This was how it was supposed to be. You and her, together; married. The happily ever after she had been chasing all those years was finally at reach.

“Is it about those nightmares?” You asked softly. When she gave you a questioning look, you spoke again: “About me being dead, and you trying to bring me back.”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. If she shut her eyes tightly enough she could try and lie to herself, and pretend her life was a nightmare and those moments with you were the only thing that was real. “Yes. They’re… I’m so tired,” she murmured.

“Hey,” you said, taking her gaze away from your ring finger. “I love you,” you said, kissing her lips. She drowned herself in you, in the feeling of your soft lips pressed against hers again. It felt so right, she never wanted to let go. You tasted like the popcorn you had surely been eating while you prepared the snacks for movie night, and it mixed perfectly with the salty tears on her face.

The perfect mixture, the two of you were. You had always said so, and the feeling of kissing you again only proved her right. Perfect. Like soulmates, destined to be together no matter what, always feeling half empty when they weren’t next to each other.

Wanda felt something pushing her away, and she blinked in surprise. Her vision swiftly alternated from the sight of you to the dark wall of her basement, and she groaned, holding onto you, looking into your eyes. She needed to see you- she needed-

Wanda gasped for air, blinking. She was back in her universe- no, she was away from you. She screamed in frustration, the table on one side of the basement levitating and slamming onto the wall. She watched with satisfaction as it shattered, wood flying everywhere but herself, as her magic was protecting her. The other Wanda had gained control back, but it didn’t matter. She would find a way back to you; you were meant to be after all; in every universe she had seen, the two of you had been together.

She had an idea of what she had to do, but she needed something. No, she needed someone. She chuckled darkly, conjuring a version of herself to start reading the darkhold again, and meanwhile she got on searching for what she needed.

And she found it- when she found her, a few days later, she smiled wickedly. Her plan was risky, but she would make it work, even if she had to kill everyone on her way to do so.

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Getting America Chavez was not as easy as Wanda had initially thought, much to her annoyance. She had sent monster after monster until finally she transported into the universe she needed her to, but of course Stephen Strange had gotten in the way. Still, she had managed to get after destroying Kamar-Taj, stopping her before she could jump to another universe with Doctor Strange. After that, things had looked up, thankfully. She had gotten rid of Wong, and then, she simply grabbed America and took her to her cabin, where she wrote runes on a pretty dagger and stabbed the girl over and over as she screamed for help. She got her powers, but she knew she had to do something else if she wanted to ensure she could stay with you and cause danger to you or your universe.

So Wanda sat on the floor, and with the blood of the girl, she drew runes all over her body before devouring her heart, with it successfully changing her entire being -her atoms, her cells, her very blood- so it would adapt to any universe. She would keep you safe. She would always keep you safe, and she did all that to ensure you would be.

She held back the need to throw up, stopping herself from being disgusted at what she had done. Looking at the open chest of the girl, she found herself not feeling guilty at all; she knew she had to do it, so she did it. It was a small price to pay if it meant having you by her side. Such a small price she would do it again and again, and again until she knew she could be with you.

Wanda would do anything to be with you.

And so once she had cleaned the mess on the basement and on her body, she concentrated and thought of you; precious you, holding her and kissing her, and being alive and as cheerful as ever. It only took her a few tries before she was walking through the portal and into the living room she had been in before.

You were in the kitchen, headphones on as you cleaned around. You were moving your body around, dancing to the music and singing under your breath. As you turned to your side to put the glasses in the dishwasher, your elbow knocked over a plate and you watched in horror as it reached the floor, but red mist surrounded it before it could touch the floor and shatter it. You smiled, pausing the music.

“Didn’t know you’ll be here so soon,” you said, taking off your headphones. The smile on your face dropped, and you screamed in fear as you watched a woman with red hair standing by the kitchen door. You turned around, grabbing the spatula and using it as a weapon, but once you faced the intruder again you realized she looked just like… “Wanda?” You asked, putting the spatula down on the counter. “What the hell are you wearing? Halloween is still, like, eight months away. Seems a little too early to be wearing a costume,” you leaned onto the sink, snorting at your wife and your own joke.

“Hey,” she said, walking over to you. Without her even looking at it, the glass was raised and set on the dishwasher tray. You frowned your eyebrows at the non lochatch way she had used her magic; you didn’t understand much of it since it sounded way too complicated, but Wanda always told you she needed to be at least a little bit focused on the task to use her powers properly. Yet a few moments ago she hadn’t even looked at it, as if it was a second thought.

“You’re not my Wanda,” you said, heartbeat picking up. However, you didn’t feel the rush of adrenaline that usually happened before a fight, because the way she was looking at you, with such love, passion and care… for some reason you were sure she wasn’t going to hurt you.

“I won’t cause you no harm,” she said. Her accent was less prominent than your Wanda’s accent was, but it was still there, as a scar; a constant reminder of where she had come from.

“I know,” you found yourself saying. “I know,” you nodded, indicating her to come into the kitchen. She did, the heels of her boots resonating all over the room. “You’re the Wanda my Wanda has been having nightmares about,” you said, moving to close the dishwasher and pushing in a few buttons before turning around to face her. There was a crown-like diadem on her face, pushing away her red hair from her face. It was her eyes, however, what made you lower your defences at; she looked so broken, all you wanted to do was hug her.

And so you did. Against your better judgment, against all the training Natasha Romanoff had given you since you became a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, against the warnings your Wanda had given you about a version of her that had taken over her body for hours just to be with you; you ignored it all and simply wrapped your arms around her, because no matter the (ridiculous) outfit, no matter what anyone could say, you knew Wanda loved you, and that she would never hurt you. You also knew the person that was holding onto you for dear life had spent almost a year trying to bring you back to life -had been another five searching for you. You knew it because your wife would wake up in the middle of the night, sobbing uncontrollably over the fear of thinking you were gone forever.

And you couldn’t stand the thought of Wanda feeling so broken, so powerless, so fragile. No matter if it was your Wanda or another one. 

“I’ve missed you,” she said, relaxing her entire body for the first time in so long she actually gasped at the feeling. You kept on hugging her, sending images of the sitcoms she liked so she could ground herself. You hugged her, and then you pulled away to look at her.

“Do I wanna know what you had done to get here?” You asked, because your Wanda had never wanted to tell you the things she had seen the other her do, saying it was simply not right. 

“I’m sure you won’t like it,” she confessed, grabbing your hand and kissing it once, twice, before looking at you. She looked so relieved, as if a really heavy weight had been lifted off her chest. You were vegan, or at least you were in her universe. God only knew how you would react to the knowledge that she had literally eaten a young girl’s heart. “You’re my sanity, Y/N. I love you.”

“Wanda-”

The words got stuck in your throat as you watched the Wanda in front of you being lifted and thrown across the kitchen. You gasped, turning to see your wife standing by the door.

“Don’t touch her,” your Wanda said.

“I wouldn’t bet on you,” you said, turning to look as the redhead got up. “She has a really fancy outfit.” Your wife ignored you, instead throwing a ball of red mist at the redhead. The woman on the floor grabbed it in her hand, wrapping her hand around it until it disappeared. She got up, looking at her doppelgänger with hatred in her eyes. “Do not break the commemorative plates!” You warned, grabbing the redhead’s arm before she could throw a blast of energy, since your Wanda was standing close to the cabet that held said delicate objects.

“Stay away from her, Y/N,” your Wanda said, exasperated. Of course you would stand in the way and defend a crazy, deranged woman. Of course you would. “She’s dangerous.”

“She’s in pain,” you said, not letting go of the other Wanda’s arm. “You said it yourself; you’ve felt it,” your wife looked at the ground. “We can help her.”

“How?” Both of them asked at the same time.

“That was creepy. Don’t do that again,” you warned them both. 

The redhead woman said nothing, but your wife looked sheepishly as she murmured a little “sorry”.

You turned around to look at the other Wanda, noticing that she was already looking at you. “You can stay all you want,” you told her, raising your hand to rest it on her cheek. She closed her eyes, gasping at the feeling. It felt so good, so good. If she had to kill the Wanda from that universe so she could keep you, then she would. She wouldn’t even stop to think about it; she wouldn’t hesitate. She wanted -she needed you. And now she had found a way to have you, not even herself was going to get in the way.

“Fine,” your Wanda said, lowering her arms and awkwardly wrapping them around her chest. You smiled at her before looking back at Wanda.

“You’re not alone,” you said. “Not anymore.”

The redhead Wanda blinked, tears suddenly falling from her eyes. She had craved you for so long, and now you were there, right in front of her, offering a place to stay. She had finally gotten you back, and god, she couldn’t believe it. She had been so alone, first when you turned to dust even when her magic was trying to hold you back, and then when you died because she couldn’t reach you in time. She had lost you twice, had failed you twice. She couldn’t add another one to any of those. Two was two too many times.

The redhead fell to her knees, holding her hands around her chest; she sobbed because she had gotten you killed, because she hadn’t been able to protect you as she had sworn she would when you first started dating. She also sobbed because of all the horrible things she had done, that she knew were wrong because she was not stupid, but she couldn’t feel guilty over -not when you dropped to the floor next to her and hugged her again, not when you shushed down every rushed confession with promises of “it will be okay”. Not when you were there, there, telling her that she was not alone when her loneliness had been her only painful companion for almost half a decade. She sobbed because the other version of herself had had it easier, but still could understand that being without you was torture that only death could cure. She cried because when she looked over your shoulder, she made eye contact with her other self and she heard a thicker accent saying “If I had lost her like you did, I would’ve done the same” in her mind.

Wanda cried and cried, because finally someone understood the pain of losing you, and because she had you in her arms again. It was so different from how she had been just an hour ago, and the shock almost made the air leave her lungs.

“Is it okay if you stay, even if you're from another universe?” You asked her, but looking behind you at your wife. The brunette walked over, sitting beside you and putting a hand on the other Wanda’s shoulder.

“Yes,” your wife said, looking at you with a smile. You knew there was more to it that they were saying, you knew your wife had seen what the other Wanda had done through her dreams; you knew it, but still said nothing. You had learned that when she didn’t tell you something, it was for your own good. So instead you nodded.

“Okay,” you said, running a hand through red hair. “That diadem is awful, by the way.”

“It looks like worms are all around your hair,” your Wanda said, smiling at you.

“Ew,” you said, making a disgusted face. “Now I can’t get that image of my head,” your Wanda and you smiled at each other when you heard the redhead laugh softly.

“This will be quite the predicament,” your Wanda said, looking as you hugged the redhead delicately, not looking at her as if she were a monster. She wasn’t sure what you would do, how you would react if you knew that a young girl and everyone on Kamar-Taj had lost their lives to the wrath of the Scarlet Witch, or if you discovered what being the Scarlet Witch meant. She couldn’t be sure, so it was best to keep you in the dark. After all, the woman kneeling on the floor was just an answer of what would happen if she lost you; they were one and the same. Two faces of the same wicked coin.

“Well,” you said. “As Katherine Pierce once said, it’s okay to love them both.”

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Just letting you know scarlett knows about the nat fanfictions

What??? How? I’ve never been more terrified in my entire life. If her or Elizabeth ever find this blog I’d die 🥴

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No Rules In Breakable Heaven

Chapter Three

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Word Count: 3.1k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warning(s): mentions of physical abuse

A/N: no beta we die like Natasha in Vormir

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You walked into Steve’s bedroom, being followed by Wanda. You were a little worried about your girlfriend, since she had been going on less and less missions, obviously scared of causing damage or killing someone by accident, so you were excited to see what Steve wanted to ask you. With luck, it was a super secret mission that would get Wanda going and make her forget about Lagos.

“Hello,” you said once the door had been closed by the blond man. Your hand found Wanda’s, and you guided her further into the room.

“What’s wrong?” Wanda asked, standing behind you so she could hug you from behind. You leaned into her, smiling at the warmth she gave.

“I need your help,” Steve said. You finally noticed he was dressed in his suit, his shield laying on the bed. “Bucky is in danger.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” You asked, looking behind to see some kind of reaction from Wanda.

“My best friend,” Steve said, looking around until he found his remote. “He’s going to be arrested unless I help him.”

“I thought Sam was your best friend,” you said.

“Watch,” Steve said, completely ignoring your comment. He turned on the TV and played a recording of that day’s morning news.

“The culprit of the bombing of Vienna while the congress was reunited to discuss the Sokovia Accords has been identified as James Buchanan Barnes,” said the lady in the news. “We have footage of the damages he caused two years ago, when he fought Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff in Washington, D.C. Damage of this incident has still not been reported yet, but we’ve been notified there has been at least one casualty,” You stared at the screen, and you tensed instantly when you saw the images that had been recorded by a security camera of Steve and Natasha fighting a man.

“I know that man,” you said, pointing at the video of the soldier with a metal arm fighting off Steve. Wanda put a hand on your arm, giving you a questioning look.

“That’s Bucky Barnes,” Steve said, pausing the news and looking at you, waiting for an answer. “My friend.”

“No,” you shook your head. “That’s the Winter Soldier.” As you watched his frozen image, you could still vaguely remember the cold of his arm wrapped around your wrist, and how hard it was when you hit him over and over, and how tight he held onto you, so much that when you woke up in the room that would be yours for the next years, you had a cast on your hand. “He was the man who kidnapped me. He works for Hydra,” you had seen him a spare amount of times after that, but each time had made your blood run cold. He always had a lost look in his eyes, calculating and patient, docile but full of anger. You saw him once on the rare occasions they let you out of your room, and he was standing there, ready to stop you from running, gun in hand. As if you could run somewhere when you knew nothing of the outside world.

But the look of him with that uniform, that metal arm that reflected the light in the frozen image, made you completely and utterly horrified, even after all those years.

“What?” Wanda asked. “He kidnapped you?”

“Wanda,” began Steve, fearing where this conversation might lead.

But she was having none of it, moving so she could grab your shoulders and look at you with a firm expression. “That man,” she pointed at the TV, but you were still looking at her. You couldn’t bear seeing him, even if his face was half covered. “He kidnapped you?”

“Yes,” you said, nodding. There was little about your past you could remember properly, as the days mengled into each other to the point you could barely distinguish which one was even important, but that man, the metal on his arm- you could remember even if you lived a thousand lives. “He’s the winter soldier.”

“He was the winter soldier,” Steve said. You had forgotten he was still in the room.

“He is the winter soldier, I don’t care what you try to say to justify his actions,” you said, looking him right in the eye. “He broke my arm because he was holding onto me so tight. I was a kid.”

“He was just a pawn-”

“And I was not?” You asked, cutting Steve off. Wanda was standing in front of you, looking at him with what you could only guess was a hard look. “You want to help that man?” You pointed at the screen, where the frozen image seemed to be mocking you.

“He’s my friend,” Steve said.

“So that’s it?” You moved away from Wanda to stand before him. “You knew him once, back when you were kids, and suddenly everything he has done doesn’t matter?”

“It matters,” Steve said back with force, trying to move closer, but he was held back by red mist.

“Of course it matters,” you said, crossing your arms. “Because I’m not going to help you with him.”

Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it when he looked at Wanda. “Listen,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “He was forced to do those things, okay?”

“I don’t care,” you said. “I’m not helping you.”

“Wanda,” Steve said, looking at her. You felt a short of pity for him; you knew you should sit down and listen to what he was trying to say, but you couldn’t. Not when it involved that man.

“I’m not helping you either,” she said, her voice low and threatening. The mist left Steve’s body, but she made no move to walk over to him. Instead, she grabbed your hand and reached the door. You heard Steve sigh as the door closed.

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Later that day, you found yourself walking to the reunion office. “We need to talk,” Tony said as you opened the door. You nodded, and invited yourself into the room. It was late at night, the fog making the sky look cloudy. You walked over to Tony, who was looking out at the long window with a frown.

“What is it?” You asked, looking at him with concern.

“Steve,” he said. “He had disappeared.”

You kept your mouth shut, face showing the perfect amount of surprise. Even if you didn’t agree with Steve, you weren’t going to rat him out. “And?”

“And since he didn’t publically agree with the Sokovia Accords and he’s suddenly missing, he’s a criminal of the United States of America.”

You chuckled. “Captain America, the enemy of America. Who could’ve thought.”

You heard Tony sigh. “It’s official. The Avengers will stop being a private organization,” he said. “After what happened in Lagos,” you cringed, remembering that day almost a month ago were Wanda saved you from being blown by a bomb. “And now Vienna, the governments have had enough,” you nodded, indicating to him to continue. “We have to sign the Sokovia Accords,” he handed over a thick stack of paper.

You had heard of them. It was all the news seemed to say those days, anyway. How the Sokovia Accords had been discussed and created on Vienna, the same reunion that had been bombed by The Winter Soldier. In fact, you had just read them in your room, having taken them from Steve’s room once you knew he was gone. You wanted to know what they really were about, and even though it was just a draft, you wanted to know what they entitled.

“I know,” you said. “I agree with them. No one should hold such power unsupervised. Because of a group of people that were trying to do what they thought was right to them I was kidnapped. Of course I would agree to sit down and discuss the Accords, reach common ground.”

“You don’t think they’re awful and an attack against our human rights?” From the tone he was using, you knew he was more than likely quoting Steve.

“The Sokovia Accords are not that bad,” you said. “I’ve read them,” Tony didn’t even try to ask where you had found them when they had been sent only to Natasha, Steve, and him. “And even though there are some parts we should try to change before we continue forward, I agree with them. We should sign them. Showing predisposition will make them more willing to discuss changes-”

“A new draft has been sent just now,” Tony said, slapping the document on the table. “After damages have been properly analysed,” you grabbed them, flipping through them. “Last page,” he said. You nodded, going to the last page, where a new fragment was present. You read it, and then read it again, not believing your eyes.

“Tell me this is a joke,” you said, looking over at Tony. He didn’t look at you, but simply nodded.

“Article 43. They said they’re not taking it out. It’s mandatory.”

“Mandatory? Tony, do you agree with this?” You asked, moving away from him. Tendrils of purple magic were beginning to appear on your fingers, and you were sure your eyes were the same colour. But you didn’t care, your anger taking over any other rational thought. How dare they-

“Of course I don’t!” He said, getting up. “But signing them is the only way to keep things as they are. If we follow the rules for a few months and cause no damage, they will be open to change a few things, maybe even breach the contract-”

“For fuck’s sake, Tony!” You screamed, running a hand through your hair in irritation. “Are you hearing yourself? Are you so gullible that you think they’ll let go of the control they have on us once they get hold of it? No, they will start adding more and more until we’re little lap dogs forced to do their will.”

“You know nothing about how the world works,” he said. You took pity on him: he had fought so hard to make a good thing out of the Avengers, and now it was all slipping through his fingers.

“You’re right, I don’t,” you said. “But I’ve spent my entire life locked down and waiting to be used. If I know something, is that greedy men love to control everything.”

“You were okay with it just a moment ago,” Tony said.

“I agreed with the premise of it. We should have less power and control over choices that affect others. But I would never agree with something that treats Wanda like a criminal. I think taking a more passive approach would be beneficial, so that we could negotiate taking certains things off, like that one about Wanda.”

“She is a criminal,” Tony said.

“She’s not! We all make decisions when in the middle of a fight. What’s the difference between her and you?”

“I didn’t sneak into the country illegally,” he said. You opened your mouth in utter disbelief.

“Don’t pull that crap now, Tony. You and your group of friends put her in a jet and flew her here. If anything, you’re the one who’s guilty. You basically kidnapped her.”

“That’s not how the government sees it.”

“Fuck the government then,” you said, the curse sounding unfamiliar in your tongue. You restricted yourself from cursing normally, since all your life you had spoken to people who used a rather formal speech. Still, your frustration got the best of you. “I’m not willingly signing that, because I don’t agree with the way they’re treating Wanda, and I don’t agree with you signing them. For what it's worth, we don’t even know if I’m american.”

“You were found in an American base,” Tony said.

“So?” You continued. Since you had been taken to the Avengers, you had been taught that being argumentative was important so you get your point across. “That means nothing. And even if it did, it’s still not important. Wanda has been saving Americans since she got here. Does it mean nothing?”

“Not after she blew up an entire building to protect one person,” Tony shot back.

“To protect me,” you walked to him. “And if I had known all the crap she would be getting from it, I would have gladly let the bomb blow me off.”

“This is the only way,” he said with finality. You could tell he had not even heard you speak.

“Treating Wanda like a criminal will not solve your problems, the same way her seeing you as one didn’t solve hers,” you said, walking away from him.

“If you walk out that door,” Tony began. “You are basically saying you disagree with the Sokovia Accords.”

“I know,” you said. “I want everyone to know. No one is going to have my girlfriend chipped like a wild animal because she was trying to save lives,” Tony closed his eyes, because he didn’t want to admit he also agreed with you. It was hard to say out loud how everything had come to an end. “‘Electroshocks for when she misbehaves’,” you quoted. “This is bullshit.”

Tony sighed, but nodded. He would never force you to sign them, you knew it, and a part of you loved him for it, even if the rest of you despised him for agreeing. “I need to go find Steve,” he put a hand on your shoulder. You could tell what he was doing; he was saying goodbye.

“I know,” you whispered. “Hope I see you under different circumstances.

“Me too, kid,” he said.

Not daring to look back, you walked out the door and into the elevator. Once you reached your floor, you stepped out and walked over to you and Wanda’s room. You opened the door and saw her sitting in the foot of the bed, eyes glued to the TV.

“Turn that off, Wan,” you whispered, walking to her and sitting on her lap. “It’s not true,” you rested your forehead against Wanda’s neck, your magic reaching over and turning off the TV. Wanda tried turning it again, but it didn’t work. She dropped the controller on the floor and wrapped her arms around you.

“It is,” she murmured. “I’m going to sign the Accords.”

“No, you’re not,” you said harshly. “That would mean you agree that you are a criminal.”

“And I’m not?” she laughed humorlessly. “At least this way if I cause trouble it won’t be my responsibility.”

“Wanda,” you said, voice full of such seriousness it made her turn around to look at you. “They’re going to treat you like a dangerous weapon. You- I don’t want to see you like that. It would break my heart.”

She looked into your eyes, the green in hers light from the tears. She nodded, blinking a few times. “Okay,” she said, leaning her forehead against yours. “Okay.”

“Hope I’m not intruding,” Vision said, walking into the room through the wall. You jumped, standing up from Wanda’s lap to look at the android.

“Vis,” Wanda hised. “We’ve talked about this.”

“My apologies, miss Wanda,” he said. “I was just checking in on you, making sure you were okay.”

“Or making sure we were still in the tower?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” Wanda asked.

You looked at her. He’s trying to keep us in the tower because we haven’t signed the Accords, you thought, making sure Wanda was reading your mind. She looked at Vision, taking him in. Without saying a word, she walked over the closet, grabbing one of her jackets and throwing it at you. You put it on, recognizing it automatically; the one she was wearing when you first met.

“We’re going for a walk,” Wanda said, looking defiantly at Vision.

“I’m cooking,” he said, pointing behind him with his thumb. You walked to Wanda’s nightstand, where a photo of the two of you laid on the table. It was the only decoration on her side of the room. You grabbed it and shoved it in your jacket, thankful that the frame was small enough to fit in the pocket, if only enough for it to not fall off. Vision moved slightly, covering more of the door with his body. “But I don’t really understand the recipe. If you could help me-”

“We’re leaving, Vision,” Wanda said, raising her hand. You walked over to her, grabbing it and intertwining your fingers together. You stood beside her, looking at the robot and waiting for him to do something. The silence in the place was tense, the three of you unmoved and waiting for someone to do something.

“I leave for a week and this is what I come to,” said a voice behind Vision. He turned away, giving Wanda the perfect opportunity to push him out of the way. You finally saw Clint, standing in the corridor with his bow and arrows. God, you had missed him, even if he always complained like an old man.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, watching as Wanda controlled Vision so he wouldn’t be able to move.

“I’ve come for you,” Clint said, grabbing your arm and pushing you away from the room that once was yours, but wasn’t anymore. You couldn’t believe it had happened twice already in a little over a year. “Steve asked me. Said something about the new draft of the Accords.”

You frowned your eyebrows. “I know,” you said. You suddenly felt stupid. You should have gone with Steve, ignore how you felt about the Winter Soldier and left as soon as you had had the chance. That way Wanda would have come with you, and she wouldn’t be in risk of being captured. “Wanda,” you called, looking behind you. The woman was still holding Vision, but turned around to look at Clint, who nodded. In the blink of an eye, Vision was kneeling on the ground, breaking the floor and falling through it.

“That’s new,” Clint said.

“Let’s go,” Wanda said. Soon enough, you had left the building.

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Do you write x reader with male characters as well?

Yes! I do any mcu character so if you have requests for male characters my ask is open :)

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I’ve read both chapters of your wanda series and I’m hocked!! When will we learn more about reader?

Thank you so much! We will know soon, but there’s already a clue on one of the chapters already posted👀

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Hey your work got plagiarised on wattpad here

Hi!! Thank you for letting me know. I’ve reported the work for copyright and it has been taken down yay! :) thank you so much for alerting me, I don’t have wattpad so I wouldn’t have known otherwise

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this meme came to me in a vision so i made it a reality

#honestly same lmao

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No Rules In Breakable Heaven

Chapter Two

Not my gif

Word Count: 3.4k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warning(s): mentions of blood and death

A/N: I rewatched Civil War for this and I still think Wanda in that movie was on her maximum top era like yes daddy bend me over like you bend your back

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“You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?” You chuckled, sitting beside Wanda. You watched as she shipped her coffee, fingers tightly wrapped around the cup the only indication of her nervousness.

“We know,” you murmured, making her look at you and smile. The coverup was working rather nicely on your behalf; you two played the part of newlyweds on their honeymoon perfectly.

“Focus on the task, lovebirds,” you heard Sam say through the intercom. You leaned into Wanda’s side, resting your head on her shoulder and pretending to whisper something in her ear. The position allowed her to look around while she pretended to laugh. “See something?”

“Nothing,” murmured Wanda against your head. She covered it up with a soft kiss.

“Someone behind you two,” Natasha said. Wanda moved to wrap her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a kiss so that your heads were out of Natasha’s sight. That, and because she absolutely loved kissing you. “Suspicious,” the redhead added. “Keeps looking at the both of you.”

You felt Wanda tense. “What do they look like?” she asked, her arm pulling you a bit closer to her. Good thing both your chairs were practically touching, otherwise it would had been an uncomfortable position.

“A man, average height. Dark hair. Athletic built. He’s raising his head towards his ear-” you felt Wanda tense. “Yep, he's talking to someone. You guys should go over to Cap’s position. Less people there.” Wanda nodded, giving you another kiss in the head before she was raising her hand and asking for the bill, which she paid for almost immediately. She got up and helped you do so as well, smiling at you as she mockingly offered you her arm to grab. You laughed, because you genuinely loved how attentive Wanda was, but also to keep people from looking. Natasha had been right when she had told the two of you to go together as a couple; no one really liked to look at a couple kissing and being all over each other, and that was why you were the perfect cover.

“C’mon, my darling,” she said, her accent more prominent as she tried (and failed) to imitate a French person like in those old movies she loved to watch.

“Enchanté,” you said, grabbing her arm and walking away from the little coffee.

“He’s following you. Try to lose him,” Natasha said, still sitting on another chair of the restaurant.

“On it,” Wanda said. You felt warmth grow from the place your arms touched; Wanda’s magic was anxiously reaching out for yours, indicating she thought the situation was dangerous. You gave her arm a little squeeze, trying to calm her down. You let her guide you around the town, stopping in certain places to pretend to look at something when she was actually trying to feel if the man was still following you. You walked over to Steve’s location, a small fountain where he was pretending to be reading the inscription. It was still fairly close to where the most people were, and you didn’t like it one bit.

“We’ve got a runner,” Natasha said, slightly out of breath.

“Red wing is following you,” Sam said.

“That doesn’t help much,” Natasha said. You heard grunts of pain and gasps for air, so it was clear she was fighting someone. That, and of course the mass of people that were running away from the other side.

“We need to help,” you said, looking over at Steve as your hand reached out to grab Wanda’s. He had a frown on his face, asserting the situation.

“Go to the right,” he said, and you didn’t need to know he was referring to the two of you. You were always together on missions, because Wanda made you feel safer about using your powers and because the sokovian was always distracted and worried if you weren’t in her sight.

Still grabbing onto her hand, you guided her to the other side of the fountain, walking right into the crowd that was still running away from the confrontation. “Some vials secured on here,” Natasha said. “Still not everything.”

“Say thank you to red wing,” Sam said, and you rolled your eyes. Only he would focus on the sentiments of a robot incapable of having feelings during a mission.

“I’m not saying thank you to that thing,” Natasha murmured. You walked past her. She was holding her hand to her abdomen. “It’s the man from before. He got away,” she said. Wanda nodded, picking up the pace until the two of you were sprinting through the crowds.

“I see him,” Wanda said, and pointed a finger to the left, where you saw a man taking a turn.

“On your left,” Steve said, and you saw a man running past you. The blue of his suit reflecting the sun made him look almost comical.

“I hate that line,” Sam said. “They are walking to the same place as you, Natasha. They must have something there.”

“Something dangerous,” said Steve, not out of breath at all even though he was running faster than was humanly possible. You hated him sometimes.

You reached an open space, where Natasha was throwing a grenade inside of a tank. You cringed when the sound of the explosion reached your eyes, though thanks to Wanda’s powers your eyes and everyone else’s were covered. Steve was immediately in action, fighting over people and calling out for Sam for backup. Wanda left your side, throwing around a group of five men that had guns pointed at all of you. You stepped into action as well, pulling people out of the way with your magic, and knocking out anyone who was trying to harm your team. Soon enough Sam joined, and things were starting to look up when you felt someone grab you by the hair, pushing you against a hard body. You looked into angry brown eyes. Half his face was covered in scar tissue. Still, you could recognize that face anywhere. It was one of the Hydra agents that you sometimes saw around, most of the time hidden behind a mask. But still, he was always careful around you, sneaking in treats for you and winking, telling you it was a reward for doing so good with the experiments. He always introduced himself as Brock, and during your last years of captivity you had missed him, as he had apparently left to take care of an important mission. Taking advantage of your initial shock, he shoved a syringe into your neck, making you suddenly dizzy. You tried to blink away the blurry sight, but there was no point. He grabbed hold of your hair, pulling you closer to him. “Hello, little girl,” he said. He always used that name on you, but before it had some affection on it; now, it was full of mocking and hate. You tried to get away from him, but your powers weren’t working. “I see you’ve been having fun without us. That made me so sad,” you looked to the side, but everyone was busy fighting other agents. “You have betrayed Hydra, and I don’t like betrayers. Boss said to bring you back, but I think I’m going to enjoy this much more,” he said, pressing into a small object he had on his hand. “Hail Hydra.”

You felt warmth surrounding you, and you looked in amazement as a ball of fire that was caged down by red mist was raised up and away from you. You coughed, tasting blood on your mouth as you felt on your knees. “Y/N,” Wanda called out, taking her eyes from the explosion she was trying to contain. The sight of you kneeling on the floor as you coughed blood made her heart stop, her powers flickering enough to make the explosion go off in front of a building. You saw as she put a hand on her mouth. She was probably distraught, you thought as you well to the ground. You heard people calling out your name through your earpiece, but it was all muzzled and mixing together. The last thing you saw was Wanda’s concerned face in front of yours, screaming something. But you just closed your eyes.

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You blinked your eyes a few times, the sudden brightness making you groan in pain. You could hear a steady beeping sound beside you, and you turned to the side to see you were in the Avengers’ infirmary. On your other side was Wanda, head on the pillow as she laid beside you, arm carefully wrapped around your waist. Your left hand’ index finger had a small clipping thing on it that was monitoring your heartbeat. You felt Wanda sight, moving a little closer to you.

“Wanda,” you called out, but got no answer. “Wanda,” you said again, your right hand squeezing the arm around you. That made her jump a little, eyes opening quickly to take a look at you.

“Y/N,” she said, barely a whisper. Her eyes were still half closed as she put her hand on your face. She blinked a few times, getting up. “Y/N, you’re awake,” she sat up, pushing your shoulders down when you tried to do so as well. “They said no moving when you got up,” she said softly, moving away from the bed to sit on the chair that was by the bed. You missed her warmth instantly, but she grabbed your hand.

“How long-” you tried to ask, but your throat hurt like hell. Wanda put her other hand in your neck, her magic trying to take away your pain but not quite succeeding.

“Don’t talk, please,” she said, pointing at your head before resting her hand back in your neck. It took you a moment to understand she wanted you to talk in your mind, so you wouldn’t have to force your voice.

“How long have I been here?” You thought.

“Almost a week. Six days and three hours,” she answered out loud.

“What happened?” you thought next.

“That man-”

“Brock,” you thought, and she gave you a look you couldn’t quite understand.

“He injected you with something that shut off your powers,” she continued. “Your body fought it- that’s why you were coughing up blood; your body was trying to get rid of it all, and since it was in your blood... But still, if it hadn’t been for your magic being strong enough to fight whatever he had put inside of you, you would be-” she didn’t finish the sentence, the temblor in her voice showing you exactly how scared she had been. You grabbed her head, pulling her into you. She rested her head on your chest, and soon enough you felt wetness on the area. She was shaking, and you could tell she had bottled up all the fear and anger and pain until she knew you were okay, and she was finally letting it out. “When I saw you kneeling over, with blood in your mouth-” a small sob cut the phrase. “I felt like I was dying too. And then I tried to reach out for you, but your magic wasn’t there and I thought-”

“You didn’t lose me,” you said, even though it hurt to do so. You ran your hand through her hair, trying to provide some comfort.

“It looked like it,” she said. Her voice was congested from all the crying. “God, Y/N, I was so scared. I felt like I was losing my mind until we made it into the Quinjet and they told me your vitals were stable.”

“I’m so sorry,” you thought, trying to make her feel all the guilt and shame you were feeling.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she said, raising her head to look into your eyes. Now that you were so close and the sleep had been blinked out of your eyes, you could look at her properly. She had bags underneath her eyes, eyes that were red from all the crying. Her face was clean of any makeup, including the eyeliner she always used and that you had learned how to do so you could apply it to her in the mornings, only so that you could sit on her lap and feel her breath close to your skin.

“I’m still sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” she looked at you, smiling softly. “That’s what really matters.”

“What happened in Lagos?”

“Broke tried to kill you,” she said through gritted teeth, and you had half the mind to know he should be thankful he was dead, because you didn’t want to know what Wanda would have done to him if she had managed to get hold of him. “I held off the explosion, but then I saw you- on the ground-” she cleared her throat. “I got distracted. My magic became unable to control the explosion and it went off. It killed almost everyone in the building.”

You cringed, thinking of all the people that had lost their lives because you weren’t capable of protecting yourself. As well, you thought of Wanda, and how she must have felt. There was little she shared about her past before joining Hydra, but she had told you her parents had died after a bomb had gone off in their home. She knew how it felt, to have lives so drastically affected by fights that didn’t concern or involve them. It wasn’t fair, for those in that building and for Wanda, who was probably torturing herself over and over, trying to think of ways she could had done better. “You did what you thought was best,” you thought, running your thumb over her cheek to wipe away her tears. “Your help saved so many lives.”

“It also killed so many others. What’s even the point, if I’m going to fuck up either way? Blyat,” she rested her elbows on her legs and put her head between her hands, tugging at her hair in frustration. Your heart ached for the woman, because she looked so tired and guilty it was almost unbearable to see. You wished you could take away her pain, make her feel okay-

Wanda raised her head, blinking at you in confusion. She had stopped crying, but you could barely focus on it because you were trying to gasp for air, a sudden wave of sadness and pain hitting you out of nowhere. “Jesus,” you murmured, voice low and raspy, but it didn’t hurt to talk as much as it did before.

“What did you do?” She asked, the back of her hand moving on her face to dry the tears. “You- I’m feeling better.”

“I wished I could take away your pain,” you said. “I guess I did, in a way.”

“We should investigate that, detka,” she said. “But don’t do that anymore, please. I don’t want you to be hurt because of me.”

“Neither do I,” you whispered back, and smiled gratefully as Wanda reached over and handed you a glass of water. You drank half of it almost instantly.

“We should feel our emotions. I, out of everyone else, should feel them. It’s not healthy.”

“I know,” you leaned over, resting your forehead on hers. “I didn’t mean to. I guess I just wanted it so badly I short of did it without noticing.”

“It’s okay,” she murmured, running her hand through your face. “I’m going to call one of the doctors, okay? To make sure you’re totally fine.”

“Okay,” you murmured, closing your eyes when you felt Wanda kissing your forehead.

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Days later, you began to notice how Wanda was more distant than usual. In fact, everyone seemed to notice, if Natasha’s long, questioning looks she threw your way told you something. So, after accepting Wanda was in fact pulling away from you and everyone, you locked the room at night and decided to confront her. She was drying her hair after getting out of the shower, but gave you a small smile when she saw you walk up to her. However, it quickly dropped when you turned off the hairdryer and made her look at you. You found it sweet how she liked to use a hairdryer instead of her powers because she liked doing normal things.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, hand hovering over your waist but not really touching you.

“What’s wrong? Really? Wanda, you’ve withdrawn away from everyone this past week. You tell me what’s wrong,” you crossed your arms around your chest. Despite being raised with a healthy diet and some exercise every other week, you’ve grown to be rather short in height, so could only assume what a funny sight it must had been to see you facing Wanda when she was fairly taller than you.

She groaned, walking over to the closet. “It’s nothing,” she said, pulling out a jacket.

“It is,” you said, tendrils of purple taking the jacket away from her hands, since you were aware she had only grabbed the jacket to distract herself for the conversation. “Please, Wanda,” you said, walking over to her. “It hurts to see you like this,” her jaw tightened at the thought of her causing you pain. “Let me help you.”

“It’s nothing you can help me with,” she said, looking at the ground. You sighed, and walked over to her to grab her hands.

“At least tell me what it is, so I know I’m not the reason.”

“You’re not the reason,” Wanda said, eyes avoiding looking into yours.

“Then what is it?”

She hesitated, looking at the ground. “I’m scared,” she said.

“Of what, baby?” You asked.

“Of hurting you. Of not being able to protect you,” she whispered. Even though she was still not looking into your eyes, she wrapped her arms around your waist. You wrapped yours around her neck, nuzzling her nose.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” you said. “I’m right here.”

“Maybe you won’t be tomorrow,” she whispered. You finally understood what she was feeling; after seeing you almost dying, she must have been reminded of her parents, and more recently Pietro. She was afraid of losing you, so she was pulling away out of fear. You understood that feeling, not personally since you had never been attached to someone before you were part of the Avengers, but you could still understand where she was coming from.

“Maybe you won’t be here tomorrow,” you replied. “Who knows what could happen tomorrow. We live in a crazy world, maybe the earth will explode in an hour. We can’t live in fear. We need to just live.”

“I’m still afraid of losing you,” she whispered.

“So am I,” you said. “So damn afraid. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to pull away from you. Please, don’t do that again. I love you.”

“You love me now,” Wanda said. “But maybe you won’t once you put on the news. They’re saying-”

“I don’t care what they’re saying,” you cut her off. “I love you, because I know you. They could never know you half as much as I do. You didn’t intend for that explosion to be out of control, but it’s valid for you to feel sadness and shame over it. It’s human, okay? You can grieve; you should grieve. But don’t let it stop from living.”

“You’re so wise,” she murmured, making you chuckle.

“I’ve read a lot of books,” you raised her chin to kiss her on the lips. “Let me prove you I’m not leaving,” your voice was low as you kissed her again, the kiss slow and sensual. You walked over to the bed, laying there and your arms dragging Wanda along.

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[wandamaximoffwife]

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Are u a bottom?

Have all my fics not given it away already?

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[wandamaximoffwife]

"wanda's dangerous" okay? name one single marvel main character that isn't. and out of all of them she's the hottest.

[wandamaximoffwife]

The new MoM trailer broke my heart, someone send a fluffy prompt for Wanda because my baby deserves to be happy for once in her life even if it’s just in fanfiction

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You’re metal for posting a 6k word smut like it’s nothing

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[wandamaximoffwife]

i love your writing! if you take requests could you do wandanat x reader soft smut but angsty in the beginning leading up to the smut, maybe mommy kinks involve? if not that’s completely okay!

We Still Worship this Love

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Summary: You thought you had lost Wanda and Natasha forever. When they come back, you need them to prove to you they’re never leaving you ever again

Word Count: 6.5k words

Pair(s): Wanda Maximoff x female!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warning(s): hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, dom/sub undertones, brief mentions of throwing up, mommy kink, praise kink, some degradation kink, submissive reader, strap-on sex (reader receiving), oral sex (reader receiving), mommy kink x2 lol, lots of dirty talk, strap-on blowjob (reader giving), lots of nipple play, cockwarming, choking, double penetration, spanking, Wanda using her powers on you but in a sexy way, let hope god doesn’t exist because otherwise I’m never making it into heaven

A/N: you asked and you shall receive! I’m sorry it took me so long!! I got way too invested and just kept on writing lol hope you enjoy it. Also my psychiatrist confirmed the other day I have mommy issues so let’s celebrate with the dirtiest smut I’ve written so far

Gone. They were gone. And there was nothing you could do about it.

You walked out of the reunion room, completely ignoring Steve calling out after you. You felt so drained, so detached from reality and its cruel ways. Your mind kept replaying the last time you saw them, just a month ago, kissing them goodbye and whispering “good luck” as you hugged them. And suddenly they were gone.

Natasha and Wanda had gone off on a mission to infiltrate a secret organization that was apparently creating guns that affected enhanced people. Apparently, because S.H.I.E.L.D. had no idea if it was true or not, they needed the confirmation before they could proceed. So Natasha had been chosen, since she was a spy and knew how to infiltrate places without being seen or noticed. And Wanda would never let any of you go on a mission alone, so she had gone with the redhead. But of course, as stubborn as you were, they were twice as much. You tried again and again to go with them, even asking Fury to greenlight it, but neither of your girlfriends would let you go and get into unnecessary danger if they could avoid it.

If only you would have fought more to get them to let you go with them… God only knew what would’ve happened. Maybe they would still be alive, or maybe you would’ve died with them. It was better than living without them.

Just this morning, right after breakfast, you had gotten the news that the building they were in had blown away, killing everyone in it. Luckily there were no surrounding apartments or neighborhoods around. But still, they had not contacted the base since they've been reached out, and so they concluded both Natasha and Wanda had died in the explosion.

You felt like throwing up.

You made it to your bedroom with shaky legs, eyes so blurry you could barely see what was happening two feet in front of you. You sat down in bed sobbing, before getting up and running to the bathroom, the entire breakfast leaving your body in minutes. You sat in the bathroom, back against the wall, and stared into space, memories of the two of them filling your mind until you felt like you were drowning. The bitter taste on your tongue made you feel repulsive, but you reminisced on it, feeling like it was your only tie to the world. After hours sitting there, hearing people knocking on your bedroom floor and crying, you decided to get up, if only to have news about the organization. You wanted to tear them down until there was nothing left.

You walked over to the kitchen, drinking a glass of water and making yourself a sandwich if only because you wanted to regain some strength to keep investigating the accident. As you finished and were putting all the dishes in the dishwasher, one of the multiple tablets that were scattered around the entire building lit up, its screen fully red.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked, alarm washing over you and quickly taking over your grief.

“Someone has sneaked into the building, miss Y/L/N,” the AI said. “Shall I contact the authorities?”

“No,” you said. “Leave it to me,” you moved around the kitchen, eyes searching for a weapon. You grabbed the biggest knife you could find and walked out, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. the location of the intruder. You silently walked over to the other side of the building, where there was a small terrace that Tony commonly used to keep all the suits that needed to be repaired. Remembering what Natasha taught you about making little to no noise to keep the surprise factor on your side. You saw a shadow moving around, reaching out to introduce the password to open the glass door. You stood on the side, hidden from the figure, and waited until they'd walked in to jump on their back and hold the knife up to their neck.

“What the-”

“Drop your weapons!” You screamed, holding the knife firmly against the person’s neck. Before you could harm them, however, red mist surrounded you and you were positioned back on the ground, the knife leaving your fingers softly.

“Y/N,” someone said, walking over to you. The lights were soon turned on and you were standing in front of your two girlfriends, looking completely unharmed. You gasped for air, your hand going up to your mouth to cover it in utter surprise. You saw Wanda in front of you, eyebrows frowned in concern. “What’s wrong?” She asked, taking your hand out of your mouth to properly look at you. She dried the tears that had slowly begun to fall.

“What a warming welcome,” Natasha said, standing in front of Wanda. The easy smirk that was usually present in her face dropped when she saw you weren’t joking around. “Detka, what’s wrong?” She asked, voice soft as it never was with anyone else. She put her hand in your arm, trailing down until she got hold of your hand.

“You- you-” you sobbed, gasping for air. Wanda pulled you onto her, and Natasha quickly followed. Soon enough, you were wrapped in their arms, crying out in fear and panic and all the bottled up emotions you’ve felt this past day. You had missed them so much, and you were aware of it, but you truly didn’t understand how losing them permanently would have affected you until you were back in their arms.

“Baby, you’re scaring me,” Wanda said against your hair, leaving a small kiss there.

“Is she hurt?” Natasha asked, looking at the other woman over your head. Wanda’s eyes turned red, her magic caressing your entire body to find any discomfort. She stopped, shaking her head at Natasha.

“You died,” you said in a small voice, the warmth of Wanda’s magic always being able to calm you down. “They said-”

“Who said that?” Natasha asked, her fingers drawing patterns in your back.

Wanda, seeing you were incapable of forming proper sentences at the moment, put her hands on your cheeks, green eyes looking right into yours. “Can I?” She asked, and you didn’t need any more explanation. She wanted to see into your mind and look at the memories from that day, to understand why you were so distraught. You nodded, and the green was surrounded by tendrils of red. You felt the telltale feeling of Wanda inside your mind, and after a moment or two she pulled away, turning to Natasha to show her the reason behind your tears.

“I’m going to kill them,” Natasha said, anger clear in her voice. Had they only told the team so far, or had they notified Yelena and Clint? How must they be feeling? Why would S.H.I.E.L.D. simply assume they were dead without making sure they were actually gone? Something felt off about it. Wanda nodded, agreeing with her.

“Let’s get you to bed, malyshka,” Wanda said. You nodded, holding onto them like they were the air you needed to breathe in order to stay alive. In a way, they were.

The witch, still standing in front of you, put her hand on your forehead. You felt a warm feeling surrounding you, starting from where her fingers were resting on you. “Go to sleep, baby,” Natasha said behind you, wrapping her arms around you and catching you as you fell, eyes closed in comfort.

“Now we need to see what’s really going on,” Wanda said, watching with clear interest as you were cuddled in Natasha’s arms. As the redhead took you to your room, Wanda walked the other way, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to wake up the rest of the Avengers.

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You woke up, gasping for air. The calmness that had been accompanying you as you slept had suddenly left, getting you instantly in alert. You looked around your room, mind catching up with what had happened the day before.

“Wanda?” You called out, voice shaking. “Nat?” Silence greeted you. You got up from bed, chest raising and falling in a fast pace as you walked over to the bathroom, opening the door and being met with an empty room.

Had it all been a dream? Were they actually gone?

“Y/N,” Wanda called from the door. You turned to see your two girlfriends who were quickly walking over to you. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“We’re here,” Natasha said, kissing your forehead. You leaned into her touch, feeling as Wanda ran her hands through your hair to keep it away from your face.

“It wasn’t a dream,” Wanda whispered, making it clear she had been reading your mind. That was why they had made it into the room so fast. “I love you,” she kissed your ear, a delicate touch. Her breath hit you, and a chill ran down your body. You turned away from Natasha, looking at Wanda. There was so much you wanted to ask them, so much you needed to know, but most importantly, you had to know you weren’t dreaming.

You had to know they were actually with you.

“Show me,” you said, voice vulnerable. They knew how hard it was for you to show weakness, so in the rare moments you did, they knew it was important. Wanda was quick to react, never one to want to see or feel you suffer: she grabbed your face and kissed you, passionate and borderline obscene, nothing like the sweet kisses she always gave you, but it was exactly what you needed at the moment. They always knew what you needed.

“We would never leave you,” Natasha whispered and moved your hair out of the way, kissing your shoulder up to your neck. Her front was pressed against your back, and the warmth coming off of her was enough to calm you down.

“Never,” said Wanda once she pulled away from the kiss. Her lips were a darker shade of red than her normal red colour, and some saliva had been smuggled over them. You felt your heart beat faster at the thought of you marking her up the way Natasha was doing on your neck, even if it was in a less permanent way.

“What does our baby need?” Natasha asked against your neck, her left hand grabbing you hard by the hips. Wanda smirked, not needing to use her powers to know just what you were begging for. She could see it in your eyes, clear as day.

“She needs us,” she said, giving you a fake pout. “Don’t you, detka? You need your mommies?”

You moaned, the sound loud and resounding on your chest. You leaned against Natasha’s body, the pupils in your eyes blown away in pleasure and arousement. The black widow grabbed you by the neck, not putting any pressure on it, but it was enough for you to understand she was warning you. “Answer to Wanda, malyshka,” she told you, her voice sweet. She was always sweet at first, until you were begging her to give you some relief; she hated it when you rushed her.

“Yes,” you replied, opening your eyes to look into Wanda’s ones. She tilted her head to the side, and you were vaguely reminded of the times she did that movement during a battle, deciding in her mind what she should do next.

The two of them exchanged a short look before you saw Wanda smirking at Natasha. “Did you hear, Naty?” She said, grabbing the pyjama shirt they must had changed into while you slept and pulling it open, bottom flying over and hitting the floor, but the heartbeat sounding in your ears made it impossible for you to hear. Your upper body was naked. She smiled, warm hands following her stare as she touched your body. She was always so warm, you thought, the complete opposite to Natasha, but the two of them managed to make you shiver nonetheless. “Our baby needs us. What should we do?”

“Well,” Natasha’s hand left your neck to touch your breast, her fingers running over your nipple without applying any pressure on it. “It would be cruel if we did nothing to help our little girl, don’t you think?” Her lips touched your neck feather-like, and Wanda smirked at your reaction. You were so damn sensitive, it was almost adorable, and so damn hot.

“Yeah…” Wanda flicked her hand, moving you until you were laying on the bed, her magic making sure your body rested on the mattress softly.

“Stay still for a moment,” Natasha told you softly, and she walked to Wanda to give her a kiss. It was wet, and dirty, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused by it.

Wanda pulled away, red tendrils appearing and stopping your wandering hands. “No, baby. Didn’t you hear what mommy said?” She asked in a fake sweet tone. “She told you to stay still. Can you do that for us?” You nodded, and Wanda’s magic left your body, but you kept your hands where she had placed them.

“What a good girl we have,” Natasha said, kissing Wanda’s neck as she took off her shirt while the brunette unbuttoned her pants. “And all for ourselves.”

“Mm,” Wanda said, closing her eyes. You could tell she was getting impatient. “Why don’t you start with her, Nat?” She said, looking at you, smiling when she saw your hands were where she had left them. “She’s being so good, and she has missed us so much…”

“Have you, baby?” Natasha asked, crawling into bed over to you. You put your hands on her face, looking into her eyes. You kissed her lips softly, wanting her to know how thankful you were for her and Wanda for doing this. “Oh, you really have, uh?” She grabbed one of your nipples in her mouth, her teeth scratching the bubble of nerves lightly. You bucked your hips onto her body. Her lips traveled south, looking up only when she reached the hem of your pants before looking down again to begin removing them. You nodded as you felt the bed dip on the side, and moved to see Wanda kneeling on your left, her hands going to your face. Natasha removed your pants and underwear, wasting no time in beginning licking and sucking on your pussy. You moaned, eyes still looking at Wanda.

“Do you like what mommy is doing to you, detka?” She asked, kissing your cheek before grabbing one of your nipples in her mouth. When your only answer was a moan, she pulled away and slapped your hip, the message clear. Natasha kept eating you out, like the goddamn expert she was, and it was hard to breathe.

“Yes,” you said in a restrained voice. “So much, mommy.”

“Did you hear, Nat?” Wanda turned to look at Natasha, who had her head wrapped around your thighs as she made wonders with her tongue. By the lord, you would worship anything that mouth did to your body. “She’s liking what you’re doing so much,” she said in a mocking voice. Natasha looked up, her lips and part of her chin wet with your juices, and she locked eyes with you as she smirked. She blew cold air onto your pussy, two fingers twisting your clitoris. You threw your head back, almost slamming into the headboard had it not been for Wanda’s hands, and you came with a long scream.

“Damn,” Natasha said, not giving you time to recover before she was kissing your stomach and biting hard onto your nipple, earning another low moan from you. “Look at her, Wanda. She’s so sensitive.”

“Such a good girl,” Wanda said, giving Natasha a look. Whatever it was, the redhead understood immediately, getting up from the bed and leaving you only with Wanda. “So responsive…” the tip of her fingers ran over the reden area of your breast where Natasha had bit into. “Are you this responsive only for us, baby? Tell mommy.”

“Only for you, mommy,” you said, closing your eyes at the feeling of her fingers playing with your breasts.

“My, how lucky are we,” she said, looking over her shoulder to say something in Russian to Natasha. In other situations, you might have been able to catch a glimpse of what she was saying, but what Wanda was doing felt so good and it was helping you calm down from your high. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”

You did as she asked without thinking, the feeling of rubber entering your mouth making you open your eyes. Wanda and Natasha had changed spots, and the redhead was completely naked and had a strap-on around her waist. As she forced the toy down your throat, Wanda, who was also naked, grabbed your hands and put them over the top of your head when you tried to slow down Natasha’s rhythm.

“No, baby, that won’t do,” said the brunette, caressing your thighs to give you some comfort. She was always like that, ordering you around but giving you soft touches to make you understand she was proud of how you were obeying. You could feel her multiple rings digging into your wrists, the metal cold against her warm skin. “Be a good girl and let mommy do whatever she wants with you,” as she spoke, her hand moved until she had her palm over your entire pussy. Coldness suddenly hit you and you realised she was using her magic to mess with your body temperature. Natasha’s hips moved forward, making the toy slide down your mouth and into your throat. You were once again thankful you had no gag reflex.

“Look at how good you take mommy’s dick, malyshka,” Natasha said, her hand grabbing onto your hair. Meanwhile, Wanda played with your clitoris before introducing two fingers inside. Her fingers were thin but oh so long, and they seemed to always hit the right places. You trashed around a little, the feeling of Wanda inside of you while Natasha fucked your mouth becoming too much to handle.

“No, no,” Wanda’s magic surrounded your body, holding you in place. “You’re going to take mommy’s finger like a good girl, do you hear me?”

“Maybe she’s not that good of a girl as we thought, Wanda,” Natasha said, her grip on your hair becoming a little more noticeable as she pushed the toy in and out of your mouth, all while Wanda fucked you with her fingers at a slow but deep pace. You looked up at her, eyes begging her to understand that you wanted to be a good girl for them. “You want to make us proud?” You tried to nod, but you couldn’t. You moaned against the toy, Wanda’s movement pushing you farther into Natasha.

“She does,” Wanda coed in a light voice, her fingers moving faster. “Then hold still all by yourself. You think you can do that, babygirl?” You nodded. “Can you do it by yourself, or do you need mommy’s magic to hold you?” You tried to nod again, fully aware that she was mocking you because you couldn’t give her a verbal answer. Wanda was cruel in that way, always pushing your limits but never crossing them, the fear of hurting you too big to even consider it despite how many times you’ve asked for it.

“Um, what do you think, Nat?” Wanda asked, looking over at the redhead as if she wasn’t fucking you like her life depended on it. “Think she can be good?”

Natasha looked down at you, and slowed her movements for an instant to look at you. “I think she can. But if you misbehave, we’ll have to punish you. You know that, right, baby?” You once again nodded.

Wanda pulled out her fingers, but before you had the chance to complain, Natasha was guiding you onto the other side, where the brunette was kneeling, strap-on around her waist. “Suck my cock like a good girl, baby,” you put your lips around the dildo, Wanda forcing you to swallow it all the way in a few times before setting you into a slower pace. Natasha settled between your legs, and moved them until they were wrapped around her waist.

“Look at Wanda, baby. Look at her while she fucks your throat,” Natasha said, pushing her dick inside of you. You trashed around, but you were firmly held down by red mist.

Wanda sighed, caressing your cheek with a disappointed look on her face. You hated when she looked at you like that. “You said you would be good, baby. I thought you were our good girl.”

“I am,” you tried to say against the toy in your mouth, eyes rolling back when Natasha’s hips met yours, her cock fully in, making you ache in such a way that you searched until you found the redhead’s back, holding and scratching on it as you came. The two of them stayed still, eyes analysing you.

“A good girl would be able to take some cock without coming,” Natasha whispered, biting your nipple again. She had always had a thing for them. Maybe you should get one of them pierced.

“Aw, Natasha,” said Wanda, smiling down at you. “But we know our babygirl can’t control herself. She’s such a needy baby when it comes to her mommies. Isn't that right?”

“Oh, believe me, darling, I know,” Natasha began moving again, your fingers still on her back, holding onto her.

“No, no, baby. You can take it without holding onto her,” Wanda said, pulling the dildo out of your mouth so she could move over to hold your hands down. She wrapped the other around your neck, pressing lightly, just the perfect amount to make you open your mouth a little wider to take in a breath. “Do you like what Natasha is doing?” She asked. You closed your eyes, trying to control your breath so you wouldn’t be choking for air. You could feel Natasha moving inside of you, a slow pace but so deep you gasped slightly every time she was fully inside. Her teeth were still around your nipple, no doubt about to draw blood, but it was okay because Wanda would cure you immediately if it were to happen. They would never hurt you, not to the point where it was unbearable, and you loved them so much for it, for the trust you knew you could give them.

“I like it. I-” you gasped when Wanda’s hand wrapped tighter around your neck. “I love it. Thank you, mommy,” you said, looking at Natasha, who smiled at you with your nipple still in her mouth, the look enough to make you come again.

“Aw, look at her. She’s such a mess,” Wanda said, watching as your hips moved, trying to get away from Natasha’s dick. “Don’t pull out yet, Nat. I want to see how much she can take.”

“Mm,” Natasha said, letting go of your nipple. “Not much I bet,” she ran her tongue all over it, fully aware of how sensitive you were there, especially after an orgasm. Wanda chuckled when she saw you move, holding you down by the throat as another orgasm hit you.

“You were right,” Wanda said, with a certain distaste in her voice. You were fully gasping for air, and once the brunette took notice of it she let go, fingers touching your neck as a form of apology. A few moments later, however, she slapped you on the face. “Can you warm mommy’s cock for a while?” She asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before she was getting up, the bed dipping, the movement making Natasha’s dick push further inside.

“Ah ah,” Natasha said, holding your hips down when you tried to move against her. “What did mommy just say, detka? Uh?” She pinched your clit, but her hand made it impossible for you to move.

“Sorry, mommy,” you murmured, looking her in the eye. You didn’t know where Wanda had gone, but you could guess it was to get something from the box you kept in the closet. She could easily get it with a hand movement, but she loved making you wait, especially while Natasha was buried deep inside of you. The redhead sighed in content, kissing the top of your breast before pulling all her weight on you, her dick sinking in even deeper. But you stayed still, the feeling making you see stars as you bit your lips. You were going to be good for them.

Natasha began lazily kissing your neck, eyes closed. “I could fall asleep like this. Being inside of you, so close to you…” she nuzzled your neck with her nose, and you ran your hand over her hair with affection, if only to distract yourself from the growing frustration. “You warm my cock so good, malyshka,” she whispered the praise in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. You could feel her erect nipples pressing against yours, but you remained completely still nonetheless.

“See? You look so pretty when you behave,” Wanda said, putting a hand on your head. You smiled a little, moving your neck so you could look at her properly. “This is how you should always be, baby. How are you liking it, warming mommy’s cock?” She asked. You could see she had put something on the nightstand, but your eyes were blurry with pleasure wanting to be released. Natasha’s breathing made her move slowly. You knew both of them wanted to continue with whatever they had planned next, but they wanted to see if you would actually follow their request to stay still.

“I love it. I want to warm your cocks all the time,” your words made the two of them groan, Natasha moving her hips and slamming hard into you. Wanda kissed your forehead, content with your reply. “Am I being good?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

Natasha raised her head from your neck as Wanda smiled brightly, caressing your cheek. “You’re being so good, my love. The best baby we could ever ask for.”

“So, so good,” Natasha praised, moving her hips again, making you let out a noise.

“Nat,” Wanda said, catching the other woman’s attention. The brunette began playing with your nipple. “I think she’s been a good girl. She deserves to come all over mommy’s dick.”

“I think so too. She’s been so good keeping my dick all warm and ready,” you sighed in relief when you felt Natasha move against you.

You moaned, but Wanda shushed you, putting a hand on your mouth. “No, baby. Let Nat have her way with you without hearing your pathetic moans,” you nodded, moving your hand to grab Wanda’s dildo. She tilted her head. “Oh, my baby can’t have her mouth not filled by mommy’s cock? Are you that desperate?” You nodded, and Wanda wasted no time in putting the toy at the top of your mouth, forcing you to move so you could wrap your lips around it. Wanda smirked, pulling some strands of hair away from your face.

“Look at her,” Natasha said, still pulling in and out of you at a deep pace. “Looks so good with your dick in her mouth. Such a good girl,” she smiled, wrapping her hands around your throat in a similar way as Wanda had done before. “Our good girl, even when you misbehave,” she used the hand around your neck to force you down further on Wanda’s dick. Before you knew it, you were coming again.

“Pull out,” Wanda groaned as she pulled her dick out of your mouth, noticing how you were grinding onto Natasha’s dick as you came down from your height. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the brunette, but did as she said, watching as you began moving against the sheets.

“What did mommy tell you, darling?” Natasha asked, kissing your nipple. “Uh?” Both of them watched as you kept moving your hips. They had interrupted your orgasm, and you were turning red from frustration. “That she wanted you to be a good girl and let me have my way with you. You couldn’t listen to what mommy said?” She slapped you on the face, not enough to cause real damage but with the strength to turn your face to the side. “You said you would be a good girl.”

“I know,” you said. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Sit on mommy’s lap,” Natasha said, helping you sit up and move until you were resting on top of Wanda’s thighs. Had the situation been different, you would’ve had the decency to look coy at the mess you were making on her lap, but you also know how much Natasha loved when you made a mess. “Look at her and apologize.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you said, looking into Wanda’s eyes. You knew it had worked when the corner of her lip moved a little, indicating she wasn’t mad. However, you were also aware that she would still pretend to be. “I’m so sorry,” you kissed her lips, putting your hands on her cheeks and caressing them.

“Say it again. Louder this time,” Natasha said, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you closer to Wanda’s face, who at the moment looked more amused than angry.

“I’m sorry, mommy. It won’t happen again.”

Wanda chuckled, grabbing your chin. You sighed in relief when Natasha let go of your hair. “I highly doubt that, baby. But I still appreciate the sentiment,” she gave you a small kiss. “At least that way I know you really want to be our best girl.”

“I do,” you said, nodding enthusiastically.

“You do?” Natasha asked, resting her chin on your shoulder. You nodded, looking at her as best as you could. “Then go ride mommy’s dick to prove to her how good you are.”

Natasha gave you a small slap on the ass, an indication that she wanted you to move. You dropped your hands from Wanda’s cheeks, resting them in her shoulder instead, and you used that leverage to raise your hips. Wanda put her hands on your waist, helping you. She guided you until you were standing right over her dick, but remained still, looking at you, waiting for you to make the first move.

“Look at her,” Wanda said, looking away from you to make eye contact with Natasha. “Such a good girl. Waiting for me to fuck her,” the brunette smirked, letting go of your waist to point a crocked finger at the black widow. The two of them stood face to face, looking at each other and ignoring you. Natasha grabbed Wanda’s face and pulled her in, giving her a hard kiss. Once they pulled away, they turned to look at you.

Natasha smirked. “Did you like that, detka?” She asked. “Do you like watching your mommies kiss?”

“Yes,” you nodded, hands digging harder into Wanda’s shoulder. The gesture didn’t go missing to Wanda, who smirked and ran a hand through your back.

“You do?” The brunette asked, kissing along your breasts. “Go fuck yourself on mommy’s cock, baby. Show me how much you like it.”

You nodded, sinking into her dick with a moan. You threw your head back in pleasure. “You like riding mommy’s dick?” Natasha asked behind you, her hands guiding you up and down. You nodded, unable to answer.

“Natasha asked you a question, baby,” Wanda said, grabbing your hips and pulling you against her waist, her dick deep inside. “Are you not going to answer?” She murmured, pulling one of your nipples in her mouth. When you moaned instead of answering, she gave your thigh a small slap as a warning.

“I love it,” you managed to say, moving your hips up and down. “I love riding mommy.”

You felt Natasha chuckle against your neck as she helped you get up and down. “Don’t, Nat,” Wanda said, delicately moving the redhead’s hands away from your hips. “Let her do it all by herself.” You began moving again, this time by yourself. You sank into Wanda’s dick, feeling it hit that place inside of you that made your toes curl. “I said,” Wanda grabbed your hands, which were resting on her shoulders. “Ride me all by yourself, baby,” she put your hands behind your back, holding them there to ensure you wouldn’t move them. You moaned, the change of angle making you come.

“You look so pretty when you’re coming all over Wanda’s cock,” Natasha murmured against the side of your face. You whined when you tried to move your hands but were stopped by Wanda’s hold. “Do you want to come again?”

“I think she wants your dick, Nat,” Wanda said, moving you until you had no choice but to lay down against the brunette. “Am I wrong?” She murmured, moving your hair out of the way to kiss your neck. You set your head on Wanda’s shoulder, moving your hips to gain some friction, your hands still behind your back.

“You’re rarely wrong,” Natasha said, kissing your spine before pushing you even more into Wanda.

You moaned at the sensation. “I’m coming,” you said, your voice harsh.

“No, you’re not,” Wanda said. You could feel Natasha move to reach over to the nightstand, finally seeing what Wanda had brought with her. “You’re going to hold still and let Nat fuck your ass,” she said, moving you so she could look into your eyes. Her back was leaning against the headboard, and she looked so intimidating, telling you not to come, that you nodded, holding yourself back. “That’s a good girl,” she said, kissing your forehead.

“The best girl,” Natasha said. You felt the tip of her dick making her way into your ass, Wanda caressing your breasts to relax you. “Look at her, Wanda. Look how good she takes both of our dicks.”

“So good,” Wanda nodded, looking at your face to try and find some discomfort. If she thought you were feeling uneasy or hurt, she would tell Natasha to stop immediately. Once the redhead had pulled completely inside, Wanda moved your body until you were leaning against Natasha’s. “You like that, baby? Having both your mommies inside of you at the same time?”

You nodded, the feeling of Natasha and Wanda inside of you making you gasp. You moved your hips, grinding against Wanda’s, letting out a small whine as you came again. You tried to move your hands to hold onto them, but Wanda was still holding them down. “You look amazing like this,” Natasha praised, putting her hand on your waist to move you closer to her. You twiched on top of Wanda, the overstimulation making you come again.

“She does look fantastic,” Wanda agreed. “All ready for us to fuck until she’s begging us to stop.”

Natasha laughed, her hot breath hitting your neck. “She would never beg us to stop. She likes it way too much,” she grabbed your neck with her hand, holding onto it and using it to move you up and down, making the dicks enter you over and over at a fast pace. You could barely breathe, Natasha’s grip hard and firm. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You think you can come one last time for us, darling?” Wanda asked, her free hand moving to slap your clit. You moaned, nodding and hoping Natasha would take notice of your movements.

“I think she is,” the redhead said.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda murmured. She twisted one of your nipples, and you moaned, as you were coming once again.

“There we go,” Natasha said, her hand softening against your neck. “Good girl.”

Wanda smiled, her hand finally letting your hands go. They quickly moved over to her shoulders, finding some stability to hold onto. Wanda quickly wrapped her arms around your waist, letting you rest your tired body against her. Natasha pulled the cock out of you, making you whine. Wanda shushed you, kissing the side of your face. “That’s it, baby. You’ve been so good for us,” the redhead put her hand on your back to provide some comfort. You sighed in relief, feeling Natasha move around before she was laying kisses all over your face. Wanda moved you until you were laying on your back, pulling the dildo out delicately. You stopped her midway, moving your hips into her until you were coming again. “There we go. You’ve been so good,” she said, pulling out of you and moving to remove the strap-on.

Natasha laid beside you, moving you so you were resting your head on her chest. You were breathing heavily, body shaking from all the exercise you had just gone through. “How are you feeling, my love?” She asked, her voice raspy and low.

“Good,” you said. Wanda laid on your other side. She wrapped her arms around your waist, kissing your back until you were giggling.

“My baby,” Wanda said, running a hand through your hair. “We’re here and we’re never leaving you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured against Natasha’s skin, your eyes dropping closed without you even noticing.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, content that all the worry and sadness had left to be replaced by love for the two women who were currently holding you. As long as they were with you, you would be okay.

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