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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 13 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst is turning up a notch

Word Count: 2.1K

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A Prisoner By My Own Hands

You spent a couple of hours going over all that had happened in Westview. From your womanizer habits that got you kicked out of high school, and had you placed into alternative schooling, your parents kicked you out at 16 and essentially forced you to grow up fast. To Carol, your first true relationship, the older woman led you through the trials and tribulations of adulthood unbecoming. When she left you for a 'more mature, fitting relationship' in another country, you were heartbroken.

You began sleeping around, bringing a different girl or woman home every night, hoping to fill the void that Carol had left in your heart. Many parties with Pietro, and finally one of you had settled down. Pietro was wildly in love with the older woman, and you were eyeing her stepdaughter. But amidst the games, Pietro got hurt and decided it was best to leave, knowing he couldn't stay away from Val if he didn't. Val came over to your place, looking for him, but in reality, she wanted you.

She twisted the moments of vulnerability, making it seem as though she was heartbroken, and you were the rebound. You had felt used and disgusting, having slept with the woman your best friend had sworn was the one. In your disgust, you seduced her stepdaughter, fucking her on every surface imaginable in thier house, Val coming home in the middle of your lusty, anger-fueled stupor.

You told Wanda how anticipated Val to be angry, to yell, to scream at you- force you out of her house. But she didn’t. Instead, she sat there, staring at you with an energy you couldn't quite place at the time. You know it now as a challenge. She watched as you fucked her stepdaughter, before quite literally stepping between you both to fix herself a drink. Once you were done with Maria, Val cornered you, forcing herself onto you.

From that day, you were caught between the two, often time fucking one, before sneaking out of the room to the other. Part of you enjoyed it, the thrill of the forbidden, the other part of you felt dirty, like you had betrayed not only your best friend but yourself. It went on for weeks until you got caught leaving Val's room one night by none other than her husband, and her stepdaughter, hickeys adorning your neck, hair mussed, and flush cheeks.

The look of betrayal on everyone's faces, the ensuing argument and boxing match with her husband, the look of disgust on Val's face as you're kicked out of the house, clothing torn, beaten, bruised, and abused. Val had no shame, and she doubled down. She spread the word of how you seduced her and twisted everyone's perception of what happened into her benefit. How she had been completely oblivious to you sleeping with her stepdaughter when often times she would lick her daughters arousal off you as she fucked you.

You had left Westview with no friends, no family, and no self respect. You had moved across the country to get away from the whispers and the glares of everyone who knew what had happened. But here you were, back in her orbit. You had hoped that with enough time and distance that Val would forget about you, move on, find some new toy to play with. But she was back, and she had her sights set on you once again.

Wanda sat, despondent, as you detailed the lies, manipulation, and blackmail that the woman put you through. She knew some since Val had done the same to her brother, lying and manipulating him throughout thier relationship. She had been so deceitful to Pietro that he had no clue that Val was married. When he found out, that is when he left town.

But knowing that Val had played you too, used you as some sort of twisted revenge on her own stepdaughter and her now ex-husband, it brought a new kind of anger to the forefront. "How could you, Y/N?" she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "How could you let her do this to you? You watched her, destroy Piet. You warned him, I know you did. And then you decide to fuck her and her daughter? God," she shook her head, her now stressed demeanor and tense frame exuding a nervous energy that honestly could be cut with a spoon. Her lithe fingers ran through her tressed hair, her gaze avoiding yours.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, the weight of Wanda's words like a sledgehammer to the chest. "Wands, I didn't mean for it to happen like that. I just, I was hurt too, and got lost in the feeling of being wanted. At least, that's what I thought it was."

Wanda stood, pacing the room, "But you knew better! You knew what she was capable of!" She stopped in her tracks, whipping around to face you. "You knew the pain she had caused my brother and you still went there?!" Her voice was raised now, echoing off the walls of her living room. "And now," she began pacing again, her hands running through her hair excessively as you watched her. "Now, she is here, to prove a point. God knows what this point is, but she is here nonetheless."

You watched her, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. "What do we do?" you murmured.

Wanda stopped pacing, her eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, you saw the Wanda you had heard about in high school, and in Piets stories. The fiery, stubborn woman who will torch the earth to protect the ones she loves. "We? No, no, no, Y/N. You. You need to fix this." She spun on her heel, moving away from you. "This is your mess, and you need to deal with it. And the first thing you need to do, is come clean with Pietro."

Your heart sank, "But, Wanda-"

"No," she cut you off sharply. "You need to tell him everything. You can't keep playing these games with everyone's hearts, especially not his. He deserves the truth, no matter how hard it is. He thought he was in love with that woman, and then you fucked her. Then her daughter-"

"Stepdaughter."

"It doesn't fucking matter, Y/N! It's fucked! No matter how you look at this, and no matter how much she fucked with you, this is still fucked up of you."

You felt your chest tighten at her words, knowing that she had a right to be angry, but hoping she could find a shred of understanding. "I know," you said, your voice thick with regret. "I know it's messed up," your voice coming out almost unrecognizable, small, as you tried to talk to the woman you had grown so close to in the past months. You could feel the tears in your eyes building as you thought about losing Wanda and Pietro too. "Wanda, I just need support. I know what needs to be done, but I need help. I need you."

Wanda's expression softened slightly, the anger in her eyes fading into something more complex. "You need help? From me? After all this?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of your own words. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I feel most comfortable, most stable when I am with you. I don't know how to do this without you, Wands. I don't want to go through this alone again, I will lose myself."

Wanda sighed heavily, turning to look out the window. Her reflection was cast onto the glass, showing the turmoil playing out across her features. "I don't know if I can, Y/N," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "This is... it's a lot. We are still in a fairly new relationship, if we want to call this," she motioned between the both of you. "That."

You stepped closer, reaching for her again, but she held up a hand, stopping you in your tracks. "I can't, Y/N. I need some space. To think, to process. You can't just throw this shit at me and expect me to be okay with it. You have to deal with this. You have to tell him, Y/N. You can't keep hiding from him. He's your best fucking friend."

Wanda's words were like a knife to your gut, but you knew she was right. You nodded, feeling the gravity of the situation settle over you like a heavy blanket. "I'll tell him," you murmured. "I'll tell him everything."

Turning away from the window, she faced you, her eyes searching yours. "And what if he doesn't forgive you?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in your chest. "Then I'll accept it," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "But I have to try. Like you've said, he is my best friend. And the only family I have."

Wanda studied you, her expression unreadable. "Okay," she finally said. "But if he doesn't, you can't come to me, and expect me to change his mind."

You nodded solemnly. "I won't. I'll handle it."

Wanda turned away, moving towards her kitchen, "I need some tea," she murmured, the tension in her voice still palpable. "Do you want some?"

Wanda's 180 shot confusion across your features. "Didn't you just want me out of here?" you asked, unsure if you'd heard her correctly.

"Yes," she said, her voice tight. "But I also know that you're not going anywhere without a plan. And if you're going to tell him, I need to be prepared for whatever happens next."

You followed her into the kitchen, feeling like you were walking on eggshells. The room was warm and cozy, filled with the comforting scent of herbs and mint as the kettle began to whistle. Wanda moved with purpose, her movements sharp and precise as she grabbed two mugs from the cabinet and a box of tea bags. She didn't look at you, and the silence between you was as palpable as the tension.

"Wanda," you said softly, your voice cracking as you watched her move around the kitchen. You watched as she took a deep breath, resting her hands on either side of the sink to gaze out the window before her.

"Yes?" she asked, not turning around.

"I know," you sighed, trying to collect your thoughts before continuing. "I know that I told you I was messed up. I know that Pietro told you the same thing," you began, your breath catching as she spun and crossed her arms over her chest, a dark stare shooting across the kitchen towards you. "But I want you to know that I didn't just leave Westview because of these situations I caused, and what I put myself in. I left so I could become a better person. So I could change. I am not that same person, Wanda. You have to know that."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, the anger slowly draining away, replaced by a sadness that made your heart ache. She didn't say anything, but the way she looked at you spoke volumes. You knew that she was hurt, that she felt betrayed, and that she was trying to understand. You felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world, standing in front of her, but you had to keep going. You had to make her understand.

"I know, Y/N. But with all of this information, it's really hard to believe that." You let out a deep breath, dropping your head as you stared at your feet. You heard a shuffling, looking up as Wanda poured the steaming water into two mugs before grabbing a spoon for the sugar and milk. She walked over to you, handing you the warm porcelain. She stopped, a contemplative look on her face before she turned back to you. Her hand reached out, rubbing your chest before she stepped away.

"Look, I know it's not fair of me to ask you to trust me after this, but I swear to you, on everything I am, that I have changed. I never wanted to hurt you, or anyone for that matter."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, the sadness in them deepening as she took the mug of tea you offered her. "I want to believe you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you need to understand that this isn't something I can just... put behind me."

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I know it's a lot to ask," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "But I promise, from the bottom of my heart, I will make this right. And as much as I need Piet in my life, I need you too, Wanda."

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 12 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst

Word Count: 2K

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Who Gave You So Much Power?

Cringing at one of the voices you never wanted to hear again, you spun, coming face to face with the aforementioned woman. "Val."

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, or simply Val to those unfortunate enough to know her, stood before you with a smug smile plastered on her face. Her raven hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of shadows, and her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. She was dressed in a tight black dress that accentuated every curve, and you had to admit, she still had the same intoxicating allure she did all those years ago. She tutted at your attitude, stepping in closer to you.

"Val, what the hell are you doing here?" you snapped, trying to keep your voice steady.

Her smile grew wider. "Oh, I just thought I'd stop by and see how my favorite little side-project was doing," she purred, stepping closer. Her scent, a seductive blend of vanilla and sandalwood, filled your nostrils, and you had to fight the urge to push her away.

"Pietro is my best friend, Val. Stay the hell away from him," you warned, your voice low and threatening.

"Oh, Y/N. It's not just him," she stepped into your personal space, her front pressed to yours. "You never did tell him, did you?"

You felt your throat constrict as you stepped back, trying to put distance between the two of you. "Tell him what?"

She cackled, her eyes full of mirth. "Oh, Y/N," she cooed, "you still don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?" you demanded, your voice a mix of anger and annoyance.

"How much you and I had in common," Val whispered, her breath warm on your neck. You could feel her hand sneak around your waist, her fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt. "How much we both love to play games, especially when it comes to those around us."

You tried to push her away, but she was like a siren, her touch paralyzing. "What are you talking about, Val?" you managed to ask, your voice strained. "Remember how much comfort you gave me after Piet had left me, not even a word? And then, you thought you were so slick, moving on to my stepdaughter, but..."

"And, Val? None of that fucking matters. It was the past. And a mistake."

Her eyes narrowed, "What make you think I don't know about Wanda?" she hissed.

You took a step back, breaking her hold. "It's none of your business," you said firmly. "What happened between us is in the past, and it's staying there."

Val's wry smile never wavered. "Is that what you tell yourself?" she challenged. "Because it seems to me like you're still playing the same games, just with different players."

"What the fuck, Val? There aren't 'players', just one human, who I care deeply about."

Val let out a deep laugh, leaning against your car. "Oh, Y/N. Dogs don't learn new tricks, they play the same ones, over, and over. The only player here is you. Or should I say, was you?"

You felt your fists clench, but you took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "I don't know what you're trying to do, Val, but you're not going to ruin what I have with Wanda. And you're not going to destroy Pietro in the process, either."

Her smile turned predatory, "Is that what you think this is about? Ruining you all?" She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to caress your cheek. You flinched away, your heart racing. "No, darling. This is about fixing what you broke. And if that means playing a little game to remind you of what you lost, then so be it."

You stepped back, your hand bumping into the cold metal of your car door. "I didn't lose anything," you said through gritted teeth. "And I'm not playing your games anymore."

Val's smile never faltered, "Oh, but you are, whether you want to or not. And as for what you think you have with Wanda... well, let's just say that she's a very perceptive girl. She'll see right through your little charade."

"Whatever you say Val. This conversation is done." You turned to get into your car, but she grabbed your arm, her nails digging into your skin. "Don't be so hasty, Y/N," she said, her eyes glinting with malice. "You don't know how far I'm willing to go."

You jerked your arm free, the sting of her nails reminding you of the pain she's always been so eager to inflict. Shoving her back from your car, you walked her backwards, away from you. "Stay away from Wanda," you snarled. "And from me, too. We have nothing to do with your fucked up games. Don't ever threaten me with your bullshit again."

Val's smile grew, "Threaten? Me? Oh no, darling. That's not a threat, that's a promise. You see, I know what you're feeling right now. The excitement, the anticipation of what's to come. It's like a high, isn't it?"

You laughed in her face, before stepping back from her. "Is that what we call disgust now?"

You didn't escape that conversation nearly as fast as you wanted, but you were now on your way home. That much closer to Wanda. Your mood had all but been destroyed by two women, but you knew you needed to talk to your neighbor. You had to be the one to tell her about Val's return and what she had said, because if you didn't, you knew that Val would find a way to twist it. The car ride home was a blur, your mind racing with the implications of Val's words.

When you reached your house, you took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before you walked over and knocked on Wanda's door. The heavy wooden door opened, revealing Wanda in a soft, white sweater and a pair of leggings that hugged her in all the right places. She looked surprised to see you, her eyes wide. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

You stepped inside, the warmth of her home enveloping you like a comforting blanket. "No, Wands. It's not," you sighed, running your hands through your hair. "I need to tell you something."

Her eyes searched yours, sensing the gravity of the situation. "What is it?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Do you remember Pietro's ex? From Westview?" You began, the words feeling like sandpaper against your throat.

Wanda's eyes grew serious, "Valentina? The psycho that sent him sprialling for months?"

You nodded, feeling the weight of the situation grow heavier. "Yeah. Thats the one." You took another deep breath, "Val's back in town, and she's down to playing games again."

Wanda's eyes widened, the color draining from her cheeks. "What does she want with Pietro?"

"Wanda, I don't think she's back for Pietro."

Wanda's gaze sharpened as she stepped closer, her eyes searching yours for answers. "What do you mean?"

You swallowed hard, bracing yourself for the potential fallout. "Can we sit?"

Wanda nodded, leading you to the couch, the same couch that had been the stage for your intimate confessions and passionate encounters. The memory of your tangled limbs and whispered promises seemed to hang in the air like a ghost, a stark contrast to the tension that now filled the space.

"Speak, Y/N. You're kinda freaking me out here."

Wanda's voice brought you back to the present, and you took a deep breath before speaking. "Val's back, but she doesn't seem to be concerned with Piet."

Her eyes searched yours, "What are you saying? Wouldn't that be a good thing?"

You gulped, looking down at your clasped hands. "She's a little bit more interested in someone else, Wanda."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, "Who?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of your next words. "Me," you admitted. "And by extension, you. She and I were a thing, after Piet left, I was there for her. It turned into a fling before I left Westview. And after I was done with her, I slept with her stepdaughter, kinda as payback for the way she made me feel."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, a storm of emotions crossing her face. "Why are you telling me this?"

You met her gaze, your own eyes filled with a mix of guilt and resolve. "Because she came to my office today, hinted that she knows about us, and said she's playing a game. I don't know what she's planning, but I wanted you to hear it from me."

Wanda's expression was unreadable, the silence in the room thick and suffocating. You watched as she processed the information, her hand unconsciously twisting the hem of her sweater. "Get out." she finally whispered, her voice shaking.

You stared at her, shocked by her sudden coldness. "Wands, please, let me explain."

But she was already on her feet, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. "No, Y/N. I don't want to hear it." She took a step back as if you had physically harmed her.

You stood up, reaching for her, but she stepped back again, holding up her hand. "Don't," she warned, her voice trembling. "I can't believe this. Does Piet know you fucked his ex right after he left?"

Wanda's eyes searched yours, trying to find the truth in them, but you knew she was seeing the past, the lies and the pain that Val had brought to her brother, and by extension, her. "I'm sorry," you said again, feeling like the words were hollow. "I should've told you sooner."

"But you didn't," she spat, her voice filled with accusation. "You've been keeping this from me, and from Piet, from the start. What else are you hiding?"

You felt the sting of her words, knowing you'd hurt her by omitting this part of your history. "Wanda, I didn't keep it from you to hurt you," you protested, your voice cracking. "I told you that I had a rough go in Westview, and that's why I left. I had to get away. After I got with her, she destroyed everything."

Wanda's eyes narrowed, her hand still held up as a barrier. "She destroyed everything? Y/N, you slept with my brother's manipulative, psychotic ex-girlfriend right as he had stepped out of the house, and you have the balls to throw it all on her?!"

You felt the stab of her accusation, knowing you had a part to play in the chaos that had unfolded back then. "I know, I know, and it was wrong," you said, taking a step closer, reaching out to her again. "But you have to understand, I was hurt and angry. And Val...she knew just how to push my buttons. And she used that to get what she wanted. But that's over, Wanda. That was then."

"Jesus, Y/N! What else are you keeping from me? I know people have skeletons, but damn!"

"Wands, please." you beg, your voice cracking slightly. "These are things that I had to work on myself, first. That's why I hid myself away for so long. I have demons, Wands, we all do. There is a time and a place to bring these things up, and to do it in a healthy, constructive way. This is not that!"

Wanda's eyes searched yours, the anger slowly draining away, replaced by confusion and sadness. "What do you want from me, Y/N?" she whispered. "What game are you playing?"

Your eyes dimmed at her accusation. "Wanda, I am not here, with you, to play a game." You stepped closer, reaching out to take her hands in yours, but she stepped back, folding her arms protectively across her chest. "I'm here because I care about you. And because I want you to know the truth before Val has the chance to twist it into something it's not."

For a moment, the air between you hung heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Then, with a sigh that seemed to deflate her anger, Wanda sat back down on the couch, her eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me everything," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I need to know."

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Between the Pain and the Way You Look

You have a less-than-admirable day. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. So how does Emily make it all better? Sex, of course.

TW: Smut, Strap On sex, allusions to somnophilia. 18+ Men DNI

Word Count: 3.5K

You had just about had it with the day. After waking up to a cold bed, your shower running cold, spilling your coffee on your favorite work shirt, and hitting all of the traffic that was never a problem before, you made it to work. Your day wasn't any better there. You had hoped to catch your girlfriend, Emily before you all were called in for a briefing.

But that wasn't meant to be. Hotch droned on about why filing case files was important to handle promptly, and how the escalation process was only for severe cases. You had to bite your tongue to keep from pointing out that the case you had been working on was severe. It was the kind that kept you up at night, the kind that you saw in your dreams, the kind that made you question humanity. But no, you couldn't say any of that.

The day progressed as you all caught up with your paperwork and case files, the sounds of scribbling pens and clicking keyboards filling the bullpen in the lower level of the BAU. Your eyes kept drifting up to Emily, watching as she chewed on her pen, glancing over various sheets of printed evidence that a local police department hoped would aid in the capture of a suspect. Suddenly, while you were not staring at your girlfriend, an intern made thier way through the center aisle of the bullpen, tripping and sending her coffee and case files all over your desk and into your lap. Paperwork was now saturated and shuffled, as you grumbled and wiped off the paperwork you could.

"Sorry, Agent Y/L/N," she stuttered, her face flushing as red as the crimson stain spreading over your crotch.

You took a deep breath, "It's fine," you said with a forced smile, trying not to let the frustration overtake you. You stood up, grabbed the files, and walked over to the photocopier. You could feel the dampness of your pants sticking to your skin, making you more uncomfortable with each step.

Emily looked up from her work, noticing the mess on your desk and the look on your face. She immediately stood up and followed you, "Y/N, are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah, just a little spilled coffee. Kinda just how my day has been, to be honest."

Emily's eyes softened, "I'm sorry," she said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Do you need help with those files?"

The warmth of her hand sent a comforting sensation through you, and for a moment, you felt like maybe the day could turn around. "No, I got it. Thanks, Em."

As you approached the photocopier, you noticed the intern, whose name you hadn't caught, was already there, trying to clean up the mess she had made. She looked up at you with wide eyes, "I'm so sorry," she repeated, "I didn't mean to ruin your papers."

You sighed and handed her the wet files, "Don't worry about it. Just get me some fresh copies, please."

The intern nodded vigorously, "Yes, of course," she said, taking the files and beginning to sort them out. You watched for a moment, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly. Emily hovered beside you, her hand still on your shoulder, and you couldn't help but appreciate the way she was trying to help, even in this small way.

As you waited, you couldn't help but think about the case you had been working on. The images of the crime scenes flashed through your mind, each one more disturbing than the last. You had been with the BAU for years, but this one was different. It was personal somehow. You felt a deep-seated rage at the thought of the monster out there, getting away with it all.

The photocopier hummed to life, and the intern handed you the fresh copies, "Here you go, Agent," she said meekly.

You took the papers with a nod of thanks, "It's fine," you assured her, "These things happen."

Emily looked at you with concern, "You should sit down, and let it dry a bit," she suggested, pointing to your soaked crotch.

You chuckled humorlessly, "Yeah, I probably should."

You walked back to your desk, Emily in tow, and sat down heavily in your chair. She leaned against the desk, her hand sliding down to rest on your forearm, "Want to grab lunch together? Maybe get out of here for a bit?"

The offer was tempting, but you knew you couldn't let the case wait. "Can't," you said, shaking your head, "Got too much to do."

Emily's expression fell, but she nodded in understanding, "Do you want me to get you something?" she asked, and again you shook your head. "Okay, but promise me you won't push yourself too hard." Her dark eyes lingered on you as she walked away, JJ waiting patiently by the door as they headed out for food.

You regretted not going with Emily, just getting out of here for a little bit. You could have stepped out and grabbed some fresh clothes. You didn't live far away. But now that all your thoughts had been caffeinated and smeared, you had twice as much work to do.

Your frustrations mounted all day long, stupid mistakes and accidents hindering your productivity all day long. You grabbed a ginger ale from the vending machine in the break room, and it exploded on you, covering you in a sticky mess. The lunch that Emily brought back for you, despite your refusal, knocked off your desk and spilled all over the floor. All just minor inconveniences that were leading up to you exploding.

Emily, JJ, and Morgan all finished thier case files early, and despite thier offers to help you, you told them to go ahead and enjoy thier nights. Hotch finally kicked you out, telling you that trying to catch up when you're frustrated is a help to no one, including yourself. You made your way to your car, getting ready to toss your bag into the back seat when the strap snapped and slapped you in the face, cutting your eyebrow. You kick your bag into the backseat, cussing at whatever god may be listening before slamming your door and starting your car.

Well, you tried. The oh-so-familiar sound of your car trying to start, but indicating a dead battery caused you to slam your hands on the wheel, before slamming your head into the headrest. You needed to blow off steam. Popping the trunk, you dug out your handy little jump box, popped the hood connecting the cables to the terminals, and jumped the car. You groaned as you noticed your cab light on, the likely cause of your dead battery.

After the car sputtered to life, you drove home, feeling like the universe had it out for you today. You pulled into the garage and slammed the door shut behind you, the echo bouncing off the concrete walls. Entering the house, you kicked off your shoes and tossed your broken bag on the ground as you turned around to see Emily, she was smirking at you in the kitchen.

"Long night, baby?" She called out, her voice taunting and teasing, as she leaned against the kitchen counter with a beer in hand. Her smile was infectious, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit of the tension slip away at the sight of her.

You took a deep breath and let out a sigh, "You could say that." You walked over to her, took the beer from her hand, and took a long pull. The cold liquid slid down your throat, offering a brief respite from the day's frustrations.

"I'm making you dinner, Y/N," she rasped, leaning to your ear before peppering your jawline with kisses. You groaned at her affection, the warmth of her breath on your skin sending a shiver down your spine. "You need to relax. The day is almost over."

You groaned, the feeling of her hands roaming your body causing you to relax further. "Go rinse off the day, babe. Dinner is almost done."

You pouted, turning to face her before pulling her into you. "You don't want to join me?"

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I want to," she murmured, her voice low and seductive, "But dinner's almost ready, and you know how grumpy you get when you're hangry. Especially since you spilled your lunch and then ate a stale bag of chips from your desk."

You couldn't argue with that. With a sigh, you leaned in for a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. You peeled off your sticky, coffee-soaked clothes, the fabric reluctantly letting go of your skin. The hot water from the shower was like a balm to your soul, washing away the grime of the day. You took your time, letting the steam build up around you and the water pummel your tense muscles. The shampoo and soap smelled faintly of mint and citrus, a scent that always seemed to calm you down.

By the time you emerged from the bathroom, the smell of something heavenly filled the air. Emily was a fantastic cook, and your stomach growled in appreciation. You padded into the kitchen, wrapping a towel around your waist, and found her at the stove, stirring a pot of something that bubbled and sizzled. She looked over her shoulder, catching your eye, and grinned. "Feeling better?"

You nodded, feeling the knots in your neck and back loosen slightly. "Much." You took a step closer to her, inhaling the mouthwatering scent. "What's on the menu?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs," she said, pointing to a plate of perfectly formed meatballs resting on the counter. "With a side of garlic bread." She winked at you, and you couldn't help but smile. It was your favorite, and she had gone to the effort of making it from scratch. You leaned in to kiss her cheek, and she playfully swiped at you with a spoonful of sauce. You dodged and grabbed a meatball, popping it into your mouth. The flavors exploded, the warmth and spice hitting the spot.

Dinner was a welcome distraction from the chaos of the day. You sat at the table, the candles flickering and casting a warm glow across the room. The wine she had poured was a deep, velvety red, and it complemented the meal perfectly. You talked about the case, but she knew when to listen and when to change the subject. Her laughter was like a salve to your weary soul, and you found yourself smiling genuinely for the first time in hours.

After dinner, she began her clean up of the kitchen, telling you to relax, as she so lovingly put it, "With the day you've had, you'll break all the dishes." You began to watch her as she moved effortlessly around your kitchen, oblivious to your gaze. Your thoughts became louder and harder to ignore as you watched the woman, your desire to bend her over the counter and take her where she stood, especially after the day you had, was strong.

You stood and walked up behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and whispering in her ear, "Thanks for dinner," before nibbling at the lobe. She giggled, turning around in your embrace, her hands coming up to cup your face. "You're welcome," she replied, her voice dropping an octave, "but I think I might have had an ulterior motive."

You raised an eyebrow in question, "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," she said, her eyes darkening, "I figured if I fed you, you'd be less grumpy, and I could have my way with you. Help you...blow off some steam."

You smirked, "Is that so?" You leaned in, your breath hot against her skin, "What makes you think that I would let you have your way with me?"

Her grin widened, "Maybe, I want you to ravage me. Use me. I can tell you want to." she growls in your ear, before nibbling on your earlobe in return.

"What makes you say that, babe?" you groan, before tilting her head to the side and kissing up and down her neck.

"Maybe it's the way you're holding me," she replied, her breath hitching as your hands trailed down her body, "Or the look in your eyes," she leaned back, giving you more access to her neck. "Or maybe the fact that you have had your strap-on on all day, even now."

You looked down to see that she had noticed the bulge in your pants and the harness peeking out from under your shirt. You had worn it today in the hope that there would be a moment you could have bent her over and fucked her so she couldn't walk at work. Or if she would have stayed in this morning, you could have fucked her before you both went into the office.

Emily's words sent a jolt of desire through you. You hadn't realized how badly you needed this release until she put it into words. You tightened your grip on her hips, pulling her closer until she was pressed against you, the heat between your bodies palpable. "Is that right?" You murmured, your voice thick with want.

"Mmhmm," she responded, her hands reaching behind her to tug at the strings of your harness. "Let's get rid of these clothes, and I'll show you just how much I want it."

You didn't need any further invitations. In a flash, the kitchen was a blur of fabric and heat as you both stripped off your clothes, leaving them scattered across the floor like breadcrumbs. The tension of the day melted away with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of desire.

You led her to the couch, the cushions plush and inviting. She sat down, spreading her legs wide for you, and you knelt before her, taking in the sight of her glistening pussy. You kissed along her inner thighs, savoring the sweetness of her skin and the way she squirmed under your touch. "Fuck, Emily..." You murmured, your voice gruff with need.

Emily leaned back, her hands tangling in your hair as she guided you closer to where she needed you most. You kissed her softly, her taste a mix of desire and the hint of the wine she had been sipping. Then you kissed her deeper, your tongue exploring her mouth as your hands roamed over her body. You felt her tremble as you teased her clit with one hand, your other hand squeezing her breast.

You kissed up and down her taught body, making your way across her chest, and down her stomach, your eyes never leaving hers. The way she watched you was like a hunger that could never be sated. When you reached her center, her legs parted even more for you, inviting you in. You took her clit into your mouth, flicking your tongue against it, and she gasped her back arching. You could feel her muscles tighten around your fingers as you pushed into her wetness, exploring her depths. You kept lapping at her clit, your other hand massaging her chest as she writhed and mewled beneath you.

Her nails dug into your scalp, urging you on as she got closer to the edge. You felt a smug satisfaction knowing you could make her feel this way, that you could give her the relief she craved. Her breath hitched and her body tensed, and you knew she was almost there. You increased your pace, your tongue swirling and sucking until she was bucking her hips against your face, her orgasm crashing through her in waves. She let out a guttural moan, and you felt her body relax, the tremors subsiding as she leaned back against the couch, panting heavily.

You weren't going to let her relax long, kissing your way up to meet her lips in a steamy, passionate embrace. She could taste her on your tongue, a sweet and salty mix that made you crave more. She returned the kiss eagerly, her tongue dancing with yours as she pulled you closer, her legs wrapping around your waist. You could feel her heat, her desire pressing against you, and you knew she was ready for more.

You stood, breaking the kiss and smiling down at her. "Bedroom," you rasped, and she nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. You picked her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom like a prize you had won. You laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around you as you settled between them. You kissed her neck, feeling her pulse quicken as you reached for the strap-on you had yet to use. You began to stroke it, coating it in a mixture of her arousal and your saliva.

Emily watched you with hungry eyes, her hand slipping down to her clit, keeping the heat simmering. "I've been waiting for this all day," she murmured her voice a seductive whisper that had you hardening even more. You lined the tip of the strap-on up with her entrance, feeling her shiver with anticipation. "Take me," she begged, her voice needy and raw.

With one swift motion, you slammed into her, the sound of your hips meeting hers echoing in the quiet room. She threw her head back, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat. You didn't stop, didn't slow down, pounding into her with an almost primal ferocity. Her nails raked down your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and you reveled in the pain, the pleasure mixing in a heady cocktail that had you on the edge.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body tensing as another orgasm built within her. You could feel it, the way her pussy tightened around you, the way her hips met yours thrust for thrust. You reached down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed, your eyes never leaving hers as you claimed her completely. She bit her lip, trying to keep the sound in, but it was no use. Her cries filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that had your release barreling down on you like a freight train.

You leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries as you felt her climax wash over her. You didn't stop, didn't slow, pushing her through the peak and into the abyss of pleasure. Her legs tightened around you, her heels digging into your back as she begged for more. You gave it to her, every inch of you driving into her with an almost scary ferocity. You felt your orgasm coiling in your stomach, ready to pounce.

Emily's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a trembling mess beneath you as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. You watched her, feeling like a god like you had the power to give her everything she ever wanted. You pulled out slowly, watching as she whimpered with the loss of you. But you weren't done yet. You flipped her over, her ass in the air, and slammed back into her without a preamble.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, the only other noises being your grunts and her moans of pleasure. You reached around, grabbing her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as you thrust into her from behind. She pushed back against you, meeting your every thrust with an eager groan. You could feel her pussy tightening around you, her orgasm building again.

You leaned down, biting her shoulder as you whispered in her ear, "You like it rough, don't you?"

Emily nodded, her breath coming in pants, "Yesss..." she hissed, her body moving in time with your thrusts. You could feel your orgasm approaching, the tension coiling tighter with each movement. You reached down, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto you, the angle changing slightly, hitting her just right.

Her walls began to quiver around you, her cries of pleasure growing louder, and you knew she was close. You reached around, finding her clit once again, and began to rub it in circles as you fucked her deep and hard. She was so wet, so tight, and every time you hit that perfect spot, she would clench around you, her muscles rippling with the force of her impending climax.

With one final, powerful thrust, you felt her come undone, her body shaking and convulsing as she screamed your name. You couldn't hold back any longer, and with a roar of pure release, you followed her over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm. You collapsed on top of her, both of you panting heavily, the room spinning with the intensity of your shared climax.

You remained there for a moment, the weight of your bodies pressing into the mattress, before rolling to the side, taking the strap-on with you. Emily turned to face you, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she traced the contours of your face with her fingertips. "You know," she said, her voice still thick with desire, "you need to have a bad day more often."

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Ooof, big dawgs, oof!

So, I've been on a little bit of a hiatus just so I can work past some of my writer's block. I've got some chapters locked and loaded, but y'all will be hit with some tension and angst for a bit before the smutty stuff comes back! I may slide some one-shots in to make up for it :]

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 11 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension, smut

Word Count: 2.6K

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I'm Afraid I May Never Learn From All My Mistakes

The workweek flew by you in a flurry of due dates for upcoming projects and deadlines for your current builds. Despite the chaos, you found yourself eagerly counting down the hours to the weekend. Thoughts of Wanda's smile, her touch, and the way she looked at you filled the quiet moments of your day. Each time you thought of her, you felt your heart flutter—a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You hadn't seen the redhead since your weekend together, a thought which brought you sadness.

Thursday evening, you were in the last meeting of the week, and you received a text from Wanda: "Miss me?" Attached was a photo of her lying in bed, the sheets tangled around her body, leaving little to the imagination. You slammed the phone down onto the conference table and cleared your throat, hoping no one had noticed your lapse in professionalism. "Sorry, just...something came up," you muttered, trying to focus on the blueprints in front of you as everyone's attention was on you.

Your cheeks were tinted a rosy pink at the thought of the older woman alone in her bed like that. The meeting dragged on, and your thoughts were far from work. You couldn't wait to get out of this conference room, and back to your cubicle to text her back. And you were damn glad you had your blueprints to carry.

Finally, your meeting ended, and you rushed to your desk, throwing the rolled prints down before slouching down into your chair and texting Wanda back with a simple "More than you know," along with a winky face. She replied with a smirking emoji, and your heart skipped a beat. Loosening your tie, you looked around at your surroundings before snapping a picture that showed the 'problem' you had been hiding since the picture she sent you. You sent it to her with the caption "Better watch what you send me, young lady. You won't be able to handle the punishment."

Three grey dots quickly appeared, then disappeared, and reemerged as she was contemplating her response. "Last time I checked, I'm older than you, Y/N."

Smirking, you shook your head. "Maybe so, but who were you calling 'daddy' while I broke your bed?"

Wanda's response was swift, "Y/N, don't start that..." Before you could begin your response, another photo came across, showing more of her sinful body, bottom lip fully trapped in those pearly whites that had you enraptured.

"Wanda, behave, baby. I can't do anything while I'm still at work." You shot back a response, trying to sound stern, but the smirk on your face betrayed you. You watched your phone, waiting for her to respond, the anticipation making you feel giddy like a teenager.

"But you can imagine," she texted back with a mischievous wink. You groaned, sliding your phone off to the side so you could unfurl the blueprint you needed, beginning to tweak it how you were asked to in the meeting. You heard a few vibrations coming from your left, trying to ignore the anticipation in your gut, knowing that it was likely Wanda.

You managed to keep your focus on work for all of half an hour, but the buzzing of your phone was a persistent reminder of the distraction waiting for you. When you couldn't take it anymore, you looked down to find several more texts from her, each more flirty and provocative than the last. "You're going to be the death of me," you muttered to yourself, your cock twitching in your pants. Scrolling through the descriptions of what she wants to do to you, you came across the last message. It was a video, and your heart nearly stopped when you clicked it. You quickly paused it, realizing that there was more than anyone's share of obsceneties in it, and rifled through your shoulder bag looking for your earbuds.

Once you had them in, you hit play, and watched as Wanda lay back on her bed, her fingers tracing along her glistening folds, her breathy moans coming across as she buries her fingers knuckle deep into her heat. Your eyes widened, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure.

You had to remind yourself that you were at work, and that your coworkers were just on the other side of the thin fabric walls. You shot back a text, "I'll give you what you're asking for this weekend," before sliding your phone across the desk, far away from you before turning on some music from your watch.

The end of your night could not come fast enough. Each moment at work was torture, knowing that Wanda was just a house away from yours, probably thinking of you as much as you thought of her. The anticipation was palpable, and it was all you could do to keep from walking out the office, and straight to her house.

Finally, you had made all of the changes you needed to, and your 'friend' had finally relaxed enough that you could walk out of the office without shuffling to hide. You began packing up your things, sliding your laptop and various other things into the pouches on your bag. The clock above the door ticked away the final seconds of your workday with a sadistic slowness. Each tick echoed in the quiet office like a gunshot, but you had made it. Just as you were throwing your coat on over your shoulders, a voice echoed from behind you. One you weren't anticipating hearing, not here.

"Y/N?" there was a familiar rasp to it, as you turned to face none other than Natasha. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "I was told I would probably find you here."

You felt your cheeks burn as you hastily shoved the last of your things into your bag, trying to hide your disappointment in her arrival. You just wanted to get home, slip next door and see the woman who has been occupying your thoughts all week. "Funny how that works, Nat. I work here."

Natasha's smile grew, "I know that," as she stepped closer. She looked you up and down, a knowing glint in her eye. "That's not how you should treat someone who gave you such a welcome to town, or did you forget?"

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt, "It's not like that Nat. Believe me, I have tried to forget, considering the circumstances. And had I known about your situation with my best friend and your boss, then it wouldn't have ever happened."

Natasha's expression softened, "I know it's complicated, but it's not your fault, Y/N." She took a step closer, "But, that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun together." She leaned in, whispering in your ear, "I know you enjoyed it."

You stepped back, shaking your head. "No. Absolutely not. I'm not doing that again, Natasha. Is that seriously all you came here for?" you hissed in her direction.

Her smirk grew, "What if I told you, that's not what I really came here for?"

Groaning, you gathered your things, trying to get out of the office. "What could you possibly be here for, Natasha?"

Her eyes glinted with a mischievous spark, "Well, I need your help with something."

"My help?" you echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What on earth could you possibly need my help with?" you let the irritation seep through your voice.

Natasha sauntered closer, her hips swaying in a way that was definitely not accidental. "It's about Pietro," she said, her tone dropping to a whisper. "I need to plan something special for him. For his birthday."

You stopped in your tracks, turning on your heel before walking right up to the redhead. "Let me get this right. You begin dating my best friend, your boss, then sleep with his best friend when she comes to town. He finds out, so you've been kissing his ass since. Now you have the fucking balls to walk into my office, flirt with me and insinuate sleeping with me again, just to turn around and ask for help with something for his birthday? Are you stupid?" you growled.

Her eyes narrowed, "Like you should be one to talk about crossing lines, Y/N."

The accusation stung, but you held your ground. "What the hell do you mean by that, Romanoff?"

Natasha's smirk grew wider, "Oh, come on. You've been spending an awful lot of time with Wanda, haven't you? Looks like she has more than helped you 'settle in'. How would Piet feel about that revelation?"

You clenched your jaw, anger boiling up inside you. "Don't bring him into this. Whatever's going on between Wanda and me is none of your business. And frankly, I don't care what you do for his birthday. Just don't involve me in your mess." You turned to leave, but Natasha grabbed your arm.

"I'm not trying to start trouble," she said, her voice taking on a serious tone. "But I am looking out for him."

"Jesus, Natasha, you don't think, do you?" You shook her hand off, the heat of your anger burning through your cheeks. "I've known Piet since high school. I'm not just going to toss his friendship away for some fling. And I'm certainly not going to entertain being with his sister without letting him know! He already knows about us, Romanoff! Wanda and I are just trying things out, trying to make it different than our past. And what we have, it's certainly not something to be used as leverage in some twisted game."

Natasha's smirk slipped, and for the first time, you saw a flash of genuine concern cross her features. "You're serious," she murmured. "I had no idea. I just..."

You shook your head, scoffing. "Yeah, Natasha. You had no fucking idea." You turned to walk away, halting when she spoke.

Her expression grew contrite. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause trouble. But I want to let you know something."

You turned to face her, your arms crossed. "What is it?"

Natasha took a step closer, her eyes serious. "Pietro's not okay," she said, her voice low and urgent. "He's...he's been acting strange lately. And I think it has to do with someone who is coming back to town."

You frowned, "Who?"

"Val. She's been gone now for..."

"6 years." you finished. You are certain your heart is now in your stomach, and all color has left your features.

Natasha nodded solemnly. "Exactly. How'd you know?"

You glanced at the redhead, shaking your head. You weren't going to tell her the truth, not this truth. "Best Friend. Remember?"

Natasha nodded, her eyes widening a fraction. "Right. I'm sorry, I forgot." You shook your head, standing in the middle of the glass entryway to your office building. "I'm gonna go now, have a good night, Y/N."

"Wait," you called out as she started to turn away. "What's going on with him? Is he okay?"

"Call him. Best friend, remember?" was all she said before she walked away.

You watched Natasha leave, her words echoing in your mind like a warning bell. The thought of Val returning to town made your stomach churn. The woman had been a tornado in your friendship with Pietro, leaving a path of destruction and heartache in her wake. You hadn't thought about her since you left Westview, and for good reason—the very mention of her name brought back memories you'd rather forget. But Natasha's concern for her boyfriend was clear, and you knew you had to at least check in on him.

Pulling out your phone, you called him, the line ringing with a sense of dread in your chest. After a few rings, he finally picked up, his voice sounding more tired than you'd ever heard it. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"

"Piet," you started, your voice tight. "Natasha came by my office, she said you weren't doing so well. What's going on?" You heard a dry chuckle on the other line.

"Of course. No 'Hey man, I may be banging your sister but I wanted to talk to you', just straight to it." You could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but it was laced with a hint of actual pain. You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. "Look, Natasha came to me because she's worried, and now I am too. What's going on?"

There was a pause on the line, and for a moment you thought he might hang up. "Val's coming back," he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. "And I don't know what to do." Hearing the confirmation from him is like a dagger, sharp and cold, twisting in your gut. "And she is bringing Maria with her." You feel your insides twist, knowing this will never be good for anyone here.

"Maria? As in...Maria, Maria?" you asked, wanting to make sure you're thinking of the same person.

"Yeah," he sighed. "The one and only. She's apparently decided she wants to reconnect with certain people, and Val's using it as an excuse to come back and stir up shit."

You felt your jaw clench. "What kind of shit?"

"Well, Y/N, when I first saw her and spoke with her, she somehow knew you had moved here. Something about, 'so much misunderstanding in your relationship' or some shit like that."

Your heart stopped beating, and the realization that Val knew about your move and would probably talk to Wanda set in. You could feel the spiral slowly beginning to start, the fear of something happening with Wanda too much. "I... fuck, Piet. What about Wands? Fuck."

Pietro's sigh was heavy, "I don't know, man. I'm sorry. I should've called you sooner. I've been trying to figure out what to do, how to handle it."

You felt your stomach drop. "No, no, it's okay. I've got to tell Wanda. She deserves to know before Val says something to her."

Pietro's voice grew a little stronger, "I know it's a mess, but she's going to have to find out from us first. I can't have Val playing puppet master again. And, Y/N?"

You swallowed hard, "Yeah?"

"Thank you for...caring enough to try and warn her, to prepare her. But this is exactly why I told you to handle things before you moved here."

You felt a knot form in your stomach. "I know. I'm sorry, I should've been more upfront with Wanda from the start." You rubbed the back of your neck, the tension building. "But it's not like it's been easy. I didn't think that this...this would be what happened."

Pietro sighed again, "I know, I know. But that's the problem, Y/N. You didn't think. And when it comes to Val, and Maria, those two are always 7 steps ahead on the chessboard. Just...try to talk to my sister before Val gets a chance to. I don't trust that bitch."

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "I'll go right now. I'll talk to you later, Piet." You ended the call, slipping your phone into your pocket and taking a deep breath before walking out of the office. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the hot mess of emotions you felt on the inside. You made your way towards your car, popping the trunk to throw your belongings inside. As you slammed the deck lid down, a voice came from behind you. 

"Well hello, Y/N. What a small world."

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You're A Doll, You Are Flawless

“I promise, after this time, I won’t try again.”

No triggers- just some fluff for the new year. And BTW- for this our girl is not married :]

2.1k Word Count

The first snowfall of the year had painted the quaint mountain town in a fresh, clean white. The quiet streets of Aspen were a stark contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the big city where you spent your summers. From the warmth of your home office, you peered out at the peaceful scene, lost in thought. Your eyes followed the path of a solitary figure in the distance, their red coat standing out like a drop of blood on the pristine snow.

Lizzie Olsen. The woman who had haunted your dreams and consumed your thoughts for the past two years. She was the one that got away, the one that always seemed just out of reach. Each summer, you tried, but she remained as elusive as the shifting shadows cast by the setting sun. Now, as the calendar turned to a new year, you made the same silent promise: this time, you wouldn’t let her slip away again. But this year would also be the last year you tried.

You watched her from the window, the figure growing larger as she approached. She walked with purpose, her breath forming clouds in the cold mountain air. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a few rebellious strands escaping to frame her face. Her cheeks were rosy from the chill, and her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the snow. The sight of her stirred a warmth in your chest that the fireplace couldn’t match.

The doorbell rang, pulling you out of your reverie. You took a deep breath, steeled your nerves, and answered the door. Lizzie stood before you, her smile as radiant as the snow around her. “Hi, I hope I’m not bothering you,” she said, her voice as sweet and warm as the cider she held in her hands. "I wanted to come say hi before I flew back to LA."

You stepped aside, allowing her in. The scent of cinnamon and cloves filled the room as she handed you the cider. "It’s no bother at all," you replied, trying to sound casual despite the racing of your heart. "How was your trip?"

Her eyes searched yours for a moment before she spoke, "It was… interesting." There was a pause that hung in the air, thick with unspoken words. You led her to the couch, setting aside the work you had been pretending to do. The crackling fire provided the only sound as you both took a sip of the warm drink.

"How so?" you questioned, your curiosity piqued. Lizzie took a seat, her gaze flickering to the fire before meeting yours again, a distant look held within them.

"Well, I had some time to think," she began, her voice low and contemplative. "I've realized that maybe I've been too focused on my career. I've missed out on a lot of things, you know?"

You nodded, unsure of where she was heading with this conversation. "But you got things out of your career that you wouldn't have gotten otherwise, Liz." The fire cast a warm glow on her skin, highlighting the apprehension in her eyes. It was a side of her you hadn't seen before—vulnerable and reflective.

"I can't help but feel like I have been focusing on the wrong people and the wrong things." she continued, taking another sip of the cider. "I've had relationships that were more about status than substance."

You felt a twinge of hope, but you didn't want to get ahead of yourself. You had been here before, thinking she might finally see you for who you truly were. You remained silent, giving her the space to continue.

"And then there's you," she said, eyes locking onto yours. "Someone who's been here, someone who's always been real with me. I don't know why when I've taken you for granted for so long."

"I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit here, Liz." You said, trying to keep the excitement from your voice. "You're an amazing person, and your career is part of what makes you that way. But I get it, balance is important."

Lizzie nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "It is, and that's what I want to work on." She paused, looking down at the cider in her hands. "I can't keep putting myself and my feelings to the side. I'm almost 36 and feel like I have nothing to show for it."

You leaned in, your hand brushing against hers, the warmth of the mug a reminder of the connection between you. "Liz, you have so much. You're successful and beautiful, not to mention you have people all over who love and care about you."

Her eyes searched yours, a hint of doubt lingering. "But is that enough?" she whispered. "I feel like I'm missing something, someone to share all of this with."

"What about the guy you've been seeing?" you asked, trying to keep the jealousy from your tone. Lizzie's eyes clouded over for a moment, a shadow flitting across her features.

"I left him," she replied, her voice barely above a murmur. "He was great on paper, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't right for me. I feel like I've been the problem in all my past relationships."

Your heart skipped a beat. This was your moment, the opening you've been waiting for. But you didn't want to rush in, not again. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the fireplace against your skin. "Liz, you deserve someone who appreciates you for who you are. Someone who sees beyond the surface and truly cares about your happiness."

She looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Do you know anyone like that?" she asked, a playful smile playing on her lips. You couldn't help but return her smile, feeling the tension in the room begin to melt away. A chuckle escaped your lips, as you leaned back against the sofa.

"I don't, but I can keep my eyes peeled," you said, trying to keep the conversation light. But the weight of the moment wasn't lost on either of you. The fireplace popped and crackled, echoing the unspoken words hanging in the air.

Lizzie took another sip of her cider, her eyes never leaving yours. "Can I tell you something, Y/N?"

You nodded, your heart racing. "Of course."

"I think I've been looking for someone like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who makes me feel seen, who challenges me, but also accepts me for who I am. And every time I come back here, I can't help but wonder if that person is right in front of me. And every time I leave, I wonder why I keep sweeping it under the rug."

Her words hung in the air, the crackle of the fireplace a stark contrast to the sudden quiet in the room. You felt your heart swell with hope and fear in equal measure. Was she talking about you? You searched her eyes, looking for a clue, but all you found was sincerity and a hint of sadness.

"Liz," you began, your voice steady despite the tumult in your chest, "I've always been here for you. And I've always seen the amazing person you are." You reached for her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours. She withdrew her hand, setting the warm cider on the table in front of you.

"That's not what I mean," she began, a deep sigh leaving her lips. "You've been more than just a friend to me, and I know I haven't made it easy for you." Her eyes searched yours, looking for understanding. "But maybe it's time for me to stop running from what could be right."

The room felt as if it was holding its breath, waiting for your response. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the warmth of the fireplace playing tricks with your judgment. "Liz," you whispered. "What are you saying?"

Her gaze was unwavering as she leaned closer. "I'm saying that maybe I'm ready to take a chance on us. To see if there's more than just friendship here." Your heart raced, but you remained still, not wanting to scare her away with your sudden excitement. "I've just been so scared… terrified, really, to explore this. I can't lose you."

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the fireplace on your face. "You won't lose me," you assured her, your voice firm and gentle. "I've been waiting for this, for you, for so long. You mean the world to me, Liz." Her eyes searched yours, looking for the truth in your words. You leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of her breath on your cheek.

"I've been waiting too," she murmured. "But I need to be sure this isn't just because I'm feeling lonely or lost. I don't want you making a promise you can't keep."

You took a moment to process her words, the gravity of the situation setting in. "I've made a promise to myself, Lizzie," you said, your voice steady. "I can't say that I haven't suffered my own heartbreak, watching from the sidelines."

Her eyes searched yours, looking for reassurance. "But I'm not promising you forever, not yet," you continued. "As much as I want that, I'm just promising to try. To see if there's something real here that's worth fighting for. I can't keep fighting for someone who doesn't see what I do, or want what I do."

Lizzie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I understand," she said softly. "But I'm ready to fight for us too." She reached out, placing her hand on top of yours, the warmth of her touch sending a jolt through your body.

You took a moment to absorb the weight of her words. The promise of something real and tangible was within your grasp, but the fear of losing it was still palpable. "Okay," you managed to say, your voice hoarse with emotion.

"Okay," she echoed, her smile growing. "Let's see where this goes." The tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by an excitement that made your pulse race. You took a sip of the now-lukewarm cider, the sweetness of the moment making it taste all the better.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow through the windows, Lizzie leaned closer. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, and you found yourself drawn to her, unable to resist the pull. Your hearts thudded in sync as you tentatively moved your hand to her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin.

"I know this is sudden," she whispered, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. But all she saw was the same yearning that had been in her own. "But I think I've known for a while, and I just couldn't admit it to myself." She leaned into you, her eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.

Your heart was racing, but your hand remained steady as it cradled her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, Liz," you said, your voice low and earnest. "We've been dancing around this for too long. It's time we stop being afraid and just see where this takes us."

Her breath hitched as she nodded, and then she was closing the gap between you, her lips pressing against yours with a softness that sent a shiver down your spine. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as if she was still unsure, but as your arms wrapped around her, she deepened it, her hands tangling in your hair. The taste of cider and the faint scent of snow mingled with the warmth of her mouth, and you felt the years of longing coil into a tight knot in your stomach, threatening to unravel you both.

You pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her body meld with yours. The room spun around you, and for a brief moment, the only thing that existed was the two of you. The fireplace crackled in the background, a silent cheerleader to the burgeoning romance that had been simmering just beneath the surface for so long.

When you finally broke the kiss, you couldn't help but smile at the disbelief and joy reflected in Lizzie's eyes. She leaned her forehead against yours, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "This is really happening," she murmured, a tremor in her voice.

"Yes," you whispered back, feeling the warmth of her breath on your skin. "It's really happening." You brushed a strand of hair from her face, and she leaned into your touch with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her fears. "But we should take it slow," you added, not wanting to rush what you had both been waiting for.

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W4NDALOVER'S KINKMAS | 2024

dec 7: said i'm gonna play with myself (milf!wanda x tutor!reader)

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KINKMAS MASTERLIST | 2024

summary: While tutoring Wanda's children, she invites you to stay for dinner, before giving you a call that you'd never forget when you get home

warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, mommy kink, phone sex

said i'm gonna play with myself.

“Let’s wrap up for today, Tommy. I think you’re well on your way to acing this unit,” you say, gathering your notes.

Tommy grins, newfound enthusiasm lighting his face. “Thanks! I might actually read the rest of it now.”

As you gather your things, you take one last glance at Wanda, who is arranging the table. A flutter of excitement stirs in your chest—this tutoring session is just a step into something deeper, something you can’t wait to explore.

Just as you finish packing up, Wanda glances at the clock, then back at you, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “You know, it’s still early, and Vision won’t be home for a while. Would you like to stay for dinner? It’d be nice to have some adult conversation.”

A rush of excitement mingles with nervousness at the invitation. You glance at Tommy, who looks equally surprised.

“Yeah, stay! My mom makes the best food,” Tommy adds, his grin wide and eager, clearly hoping for an excuse to avoid any homework.

Wanda laughs, a melodic sound that fills the kitchen. “It’s true! Plus, I could use some help keeping Tommy on track. We can talk about your studies too.”

You hesitate for a moment, considering the offer. “Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?” you ask, glancing between Wanda and Tommy.

Wanda shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. “Not at all! It’s always more fun to share a meal. And I’d love to hear more about your experiences at Yale, especially your English Literature classes.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with Wanda, diving deeper into conversation and sharing stories. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love to stay.”

Wanda’s face lights up with happiness. “Great! Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll finish up here.” She moves back to the stove, and you take a seat at the kitchen island, feeling the warmth of her invitation settle around you

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask genuinely, wanting to show her your appreciation for letting you stay. 

“Just sit there and look pretty for me.” She smirks, looking at you over her shoulder as she starts to dish up the food that she’d made. She starts to softly hum to herself as you perch on the side. “This smells amazing,” you say, leaning closer to inhale the rich scent.

“It’s a family recipe for beef stew,” she replies, her eyes lighting up. “Tommy and Billy love it, especially on chilly days like today.”

The kitchen feels warm and inviting, and you admire how effortlessly she creates an atmosphere that feels both homey and elegant. As she plates the stew, you can’t help but appreciate the care she puts into everything she does.

“Dinner is served!” she announces, setting down two bowls, each steaming and inviting. The sight alone makes your mouth water, and you grab a warm roll from the basket nearby, slathering it with butter.

As you dig into the meal, you find yourself drawn into Wanda’s world. She shares anecdotes from her life, her voice soothing and engaging, while Tommy and Billy interject with playful commentary. The laughter that fills the kitchen feels intimate, and you notice how Wanda’s eyes sparkle when she talks about her passions.

Between bites, you steal glances at Wanda, captivated by the way she moves about the kitchen, effortlessly transitioning between tasks. Each moment with her feels charged, as if you’re discovering more than just a talented cook but a woman who radiates warmth and kindness.

As dinner winds down, Wanda leans back in her chair, satisfaction evident on her face. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” she says, and her smile feels like an invitation, a promise of more moments like this.

“Me too,” You reply, a flutter of excitement stirring within you. This cosy kitchen, filled with lingering scents of dinner and the warmth of shared laughter, felt right. 

As you sit there, enjoying the warmth of the kitchen and the fading light of the afternoon, your gaze drifts to Wanda. She moves with an effortless grace, her laughter mingling with the aroma of dinner, and you can’t help but admire the way her eyes light up when she engages in conversation. Each glance she steals in your direction feels laden with unspoken intentions, and you find yourself wondering what goes on in her mind. What motivates her to invite you into her home, to share this intimate moment with her family? There’s a softness to her demeanour, a hint of flirtation that suggests she sees more in you than just a tutor for Tommy. The warmth in her gaze ignites a mix of excitement and curiosity within you, making you contemplate the possibilities that lie ahead—possibilities that make your heart race with anticipation.

As Tommy and Billy finish their plates, they exchange playful glances before Tommy pushes his chair back. “Can I be excused? I need to go check something on my phone.”

“Me too! Can we play that new game?” Billy pipes up, bouncing in his seat.

“Alright, just keep it down,” Wanda replies with a smile, waving them off. The moment they scurry from the table, the atmosphere shifts, leaving just you and Wanda.

The air feels charged, almost electric. You lean back, savouring the lingering warmth of the meal and the soft glow of the kitchen light. Wanda glances toward the pantry and then looks back at you, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “How about a little wine to celebrate surviving our first tutoring session?”

You chuckle as she moves toward the cupboard, reaching for a bottle. She holds it up, tilting it slightly as if to gauge your reaction, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do you think? Care to share a glass?”

“Why not?” you reply, intrigued by her casual invitation. Wanda pours two glasses, her movements fluid and graceful. As she hands you a glass, her fingers brush against yours, sending a small thrill through you.

“It’s nice to unwind after a long day, don’t you think?” she says, leaning against the counter, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart flutter.

“It definitely is,” you agree, raising your glass in a mock toast. “To surviving tutoring sessions and small towns.”

She laughs, her eyes lighting up, and you can’t help but admire the way she carries herself, exuding both warmth and confidence. “And to new beginnings.”

You take a sip, enjoying the rich flavours as the conversation flows effortlessly between you. “It’s weird being back in Westview. This town can feel so stifling,” you admit, twirling your fork absently. “I didn’t realise how freeing it would be to go to Yale and finally be able to express myself.”

Wanda tilts her head, her gaze locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. “Have you found anyone in Connecticut?” she asks, her voice light but filled with genuine interest.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. “Oh, there were plenty of people interested, but none that I could be bothered to get to know. Friends, sure, but not a girlfriend.”

“Really?” Wanda leans in slightly, her elbows resting on the table, interest evident in her expression. “Not even a little spark with anyone?”

Her question is playful, and you feel a rush of warmth. “I guess I just didn’t find anyone worth my time.”

Wanda’s smile widens, and she tilts her head slightly, her hair falling to one side. “You’re telling me a beautiful girl like you couldn’t find someone to take a chance on?” She leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “That’s hard to believe.”

The playful banter makes your heart race. “Believe it or not, I’m not exactly the most sought-after prize.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I find you quite intriguing.”

Feeling emboldened by her flirtation, you decide to take a bolder step, though you tread lightly, your curiosity tinged with an eagerness to learn more about her. “So, I’ve been curious about something,” you say, hesitating just a moment to build anticipation. 

“Hit me.” She says, her eyes twinkling as her finger traces the rim of her wine glass. 

“Your affair with Agatha, what was that like?”

Wanda’s expression shifts, the playful sparkle in her eyes momentarily flickering with surprise. “You’re quite the inquisitive one, aren’t you?” she replies, a mix of intrigue and wariness in her voice, but there’s an underlying thrill in her tone. “How did you even - no it doesn’t even matter.” She laughs, knowing immediately that Agatha wasn’t exactly one for keeping her mouth shut. 

You lean forward slightly, drawn in by her response. “I mean, it seems like it must have been complicated. You two have such a dynamic.” You let the words linger, allowing the weight of the question to settle between you.

Wanda tilts her head, contemplating her answer, her lips parting slightly as if to speak but then closing again. The silence hangs, thick with unspoken thoughts. “Complicated is one way to put it,” she finally admits, her voice softening. “It taught me a lot about myself, about what I wanted.”

“Did you ever think about what might have happened if things had gone differently?” you ask, your tone teasing but sincere, hoping to coax out more from her.

Wanda’s eyes meet yours, the intensity of her gaze making your heart race. “Sometimes,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers brushing against yours on the table. “How come you’re so interested in my love life young lady?”

“You asked about mine first.” It was your turn to wink this time and the reaction that you got from Wanda was completely worth it. Finally her cheeks blushed pink, her lips rolling against each other and her tongue poked against her cheek, something you realised was her tell. 

“You got me there sweetheart.” She hums, taking another sip of her wine, the sip turning into a glug, the wine matching the deep colour of her cheeks, highlighting the blonde highlights of her hair which she tucked behind her ear.

You watch her, captivated by the way she navigates the conversation with both grace and playful candour. Wanda’s demeanour radiates warmth, but there's an underlying intensity in her gaze that pulls you in even closer. She leans back slightly, her fingers swirling the wine glass, the deep red liquid catching the light in a way that mirrors the spark in her eyes.

“You know,” she starts, her voice light but teasing, “I didn’t expect such an insightful conversation over dinner. I usually just get ‘What’s your favourite colour?’ or ‘What’s your favourite drink?’” She laughs softly, a musical sound that echoes in the cosy kitchen, making you smile in response.

“Those questions have their charm, but I’d take a good chat about love lives any day,” you reply, letting your gaze linger on her lips as she speaks. “It’s way more interesting.”

Wanda’s smile widens, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Interesting, huh? So, you’re saying I’m interesting?” Her tone is playful, but there’s a subtle challenge behind it that makes your pulse quicken.

“Absolutely. You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met,” you say, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your stomach. You can’t help but feel drawn to her, a magnetic pull that’s both thrilling and intoxicating.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she responds with a smirk, leaning closer again, her elbow brushing against yours. “But seriously, I’m curious. If you had to pick, what’s your type?”

You pause, considering your answer, but the way she’s looking at you makes it difficult to think clearly. “Honestly? Someone confident, a bit witty, maybe a little mysterious.” Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flicker of intrigue dance across her features. “You know, like someone who can keep me on my toes.”

“Oh really?” Wanda arches an eyebrow, the corners of her lips curling into a sly grin. “I think I might know someone who fits that description.” Her gaze flickers to your lips and back to your eyes, a playful challenge lingering in the air between you.

“Do you now?” you tease, leaning closer, your heart racing as you embrace the flirtation. “Care to share?”

She chuckles softly, a soft sound that wraps around you like a warm blanket. “Maybe. But only if you promise to keep it a secret.”

“Cross my heart,” you reply, a playful seriousness in your tone, your heart thumping in anticipation.

“Alright,” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lets just say this person has a soft spot for pretty girls who can hold up their own in a conversation.” She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

You feel a rush of heat flood your cheeks, and for a moment, you’re both lost in each other's gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension. Just then, you notice the clock on the wall and blink in surprise, realising how much time has passed. “Wow, I really should get going. I can’t believe how late it’s gotten.”

Wanda’s expression shifts slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering across her face. “Oh, do you have to?”

“Yeah, I should” you begin, but she interrupts you, standing up and moving toward her purse.

“Wait, let me grab something for you,” she says, her tone light as she rummages through her bag. You take a moment to gather your things, but the atmosphere feels charged, and you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the end.

As you slip on your coat, she turns to you, a hundred-dollar bill in her hand. “Here, take this,” she says, extending it toward you.

You glance at the money, then back at her, unsure. “Wanda, this is way too much. I can’t just take this.”

“Just take it, please,” she insists, her tone soft but firm. “Consider it a thank you for making dinner so enjoyable.”

Her fingers brush against yours as she tries to push the bill into your palm, and you can’t help but notice the warmth of her touch, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I really can’t”

“Just let me do this,” she interrupts, her eyes locking onto yours, an intensity behind them that leaves you breathless. “I want you to have it.”

With a sigh, you let her close your hand around the bill, the warmth of her touch lingering. “Alright, if you insist.” You grab your stuff and she follows you out towards the front door.

As you stand by the door, the weight of the moment settles around you, electrifying the air. Wanda moves closer, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sends your heart racing. You feel a thrill as she reaches up, her fingers gently brushing against your cheek, and then she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The soft caress sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but lean into her touch, savouring the warmth of her hand lingering near your face.

“There,” she says, her voice low and sultry, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Much better.” The way her fingers linger near your ear feels almost intimate, and you find yourself holding your breath, caught in the moment.

Wanda’s eyes search yours, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. “You always look beautiful,” she adds, her voice dropping just above a whisper, making your heart flutter. The compliment hangs in the air, thick with unspoken possibilities.

“Thanks,” you manage to reply, your voice softer than usual, the closeness between you two making the world outside fade away. You can feel the warmth radiating from her, a magnetism that draws you even closer. All you wanted was to tell her how beautiful you thought she was, pull yourself into a kiss as she slams you up against the door to her suburban house, but instead you can’t get the words out.

As she pulls her hand away, a slight blush creeps up her cheeks, and you notice the way her gaze flickers between your eyes and lips, an unspoken invitation that makes your pulse quicken. The chemistry between you crackles like electricity, and you can’t help but wonder what might happen next, the evening stretching before you with infinite possibilities.

“See you next Tuesday,” she says, a smile playing on her lips as she steps back, watching you with an expression that makes your heart race.

As you step outside, the cool air hits you, but the warmth of the moment lingers, not able to get it out of your head as you walk back home. Everything about her felt so wrong, but you couldn’t ignore the way her eyes gazing into yours made you feel, something so raw and exciting. She was magnetic, all you wanted to do was let your walls fall down and allow her to take you into her grasp, but you knew that you couldn’t, it was too risky. 

.-.

As soon as you reach your house, your thoughts are still tangled in the evening’s events, the warmth of her touches still ghosting over your skin. The immediate heat of the house matches the flush in your cheeks despite the chill of the cool night air. It feels unusually quiet, especially after the buzzing tension you’d just left behind. 

Kicking off your shoes, you move through the motions of getting ready for bed, but your mind keeps circling back to Wanda. The way her stare lingered on you, how she always leaned closer with each exchange, her fingers brushing yours. That last touch, the press of her hand around the money she forced into your palm, everything was making your skin burn uncontrollably. 

You slip into bed, your phone resting on the nightstand, its screen dim but somehow tempting, as if you half expect a message. You close your eyes, but Wanda’s image is imprinted there, her teasing smile, the way she tucked that loose strand of hair behind her ear, the flash of something daring in her eyes every time she glanced at you. There was no more denying it, you’re drawn to her in a way that feels inescapable. The flirting, the touches, she reads your mind without saying a word. 

Just as you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes softly, the screen lighting up with a name that makes you jump up in excitement. Wanda. 

You pick up without hesitation, “Hey Wanda,” you say, trying to keep your voice casual, as if you hadn’t been thinking about the way she’d look on top of you. 

“Hi,” She replies, her voice warm, a little lower than usual, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” You assure her, shifting slightly under the covers, your thighs squeezing together at nothing but the sound of her voice, “What’s up, it’s late?”

“I was just thinking about our conversation earlier,” She says, her tone deepening with every word she spoke, “I wanted to check in, make sure you got home safe.”

You smiled, touched by her genuine thoughtfulness, “I did, I’m just getting ready for bed.”

“Good, good.” Wanda murmurs. There’s a slight pause, and you hear her inhale deeply, “I, uh, was also thinking about what you said, about finding someone,”

You couldn’t help but feel your breath hitch in the back of your throat, the tension rising over telephone lines. “Yeah? What about it?”

Her voice drops lower, and there's a subtle shift in the air. You can hear her breathing, soft but uneven, something about it was different. “I guess it’s just, surprising, you know?” She whispers, “That someone as pretty as you hasn’t found anyone worth your time.” 

You shift the phone harder against your ear, suddenly hyper aware of the weight of her silence between every word. “Wanda?” You ask gently, her silence deafening. 

“I’m here,” She responds, but there's a catch in her voice, a breathless quality that wasn’t there before, “It’s just that I’ve been thinking about you.”

Your breath catches, her words making your stomach flip and you could almost choke against her words, “About me?”

There's a soft sound on the other end of the line, a barely audible gasp. Wanda’s breathing hitches and you feel your pulse quicken as realisation dawns down on you. Her breaths are shallow, broken by quiet, restrained moans. 

The sudden intimacy of it makes your skin tingle, Wanda was touching herself, while talking to you. The idea sends a rush of heat straight through you, your own breath panting as you process what’s happening. Your mind circling down on the thought of her blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face as her back arched against the palm of her hand. 

“I-” You don’t even know what to say. 

“You have no idea how much you've been on my mind.” Wanda whispers, her voice thick with pleasure, each word punctuated by the sounds of her breath quickening, “God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you even after you left.”

Her words are laced with heat, and you feel the tension between you spike, your body responding to the quiet sounds of her gasps, to the way her voice curls around each breathless word.

“I can’t stop imagining” She trails off, another soft moan escaping her, and it feels like it’s all for you, every breath, every sound. “What it’d be like if you were here”

The room feels hotter suddenly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You can picture her now, in her own bed, hand sliding against her skin, her body arching with every wave of pleasure. It’s almost overwhelming, how close she feels despite the distance, how intimate this moment has become.

“Wanda” you murmur, your voice betraying your own excitement, your body reacting to the sultry edge in her voice, to the rawness of this unexpected moment.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she teases softly, her voice a delicate thread of desire. “I can tell, I can hear it in your voice.”

You can’t help the way your body responds, heat pooling low in your belly, the thrill of her words sending sparks through your veins. This connection, the electric pull between you and Wanda, feels impossible to ignore now. You could feel your arousal building between your legs, doing everything you could to not join her. 

“Tell me what you’d do,” Wanda whispers, the soft, sensual command in her voice making you shiver. You swallow hard, the intimacy of her question hanging in the air, the weight of what she’s asking leaving you breathless.

Your breath catches at her words, the weight of Wanda’s request settling over you, igniting something deep within. There’s a moment of silence, thick and heavy, as you process the intimacy of what she’s asking. You can practically hear the soft rustle of sheets on her end, her breath laboured but controlled, a steady rhythm that mirrors your own quickened heartbeat.

You close your eyes, sinking further into your bed, the thought of her, so vulnerable and uninhibited—making your skin flush. “I…I don’t know,” you murmur, feeling your own voice falter with nervous excitement. But even as you say it, your mind spins with possibility. You know exactly what you’d want to do but you’d never been with a woman before, you’d never been with anyone like that before. You knew that nobody knew that you were still a virgin, but you weren't ready to admit that. 

Wanda’s voice softens, her tone coaxing but still thick with desire. “Come on,” she whispers, and you can almost see the playful smirk on her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. “Oh I see.” She chuckles through breathy gasps. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” You gasp at her words, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Wanda, I-” You couldn’t help it, no words were coming out. The nerves of your inexperience coming through so obviously  in the waver in your voice. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re doing do you?” Her soft moan echoes down the line, a breathless, sensual sound that sends a shiver through you, “You don’t know how to pleasure a woman like you pretend to, do you.” Wanda’s words drip with seductive authority, her voice threading through the phone like a secret. "You don’t have to pretend with me," she purrs, her breath quickening, sending shivers down your spine. "I’ll teach you. All you have to do is listen."

Your heart pounds in your chest, the sheer intimacy of her voice making your body react in ways you hadn’t expected. You shift under the covers, your skin burning with a mixture of desire and nervousness. "I’ve never—" you start, but your voice cracks, barely above a whisper. The admission hangs in the air, your vulnerability on full display.

"I know," Wanda murmurs softly, her tone teasing yet reassuring, as though she had known all along. "But I can show you, if you let me."

You can hear her breathing, now quicker, almost ragged, as if the very thought of guiding you through this is bringing her to the edge. "Do you want me to show you, darling?" she whispers, the question itself a caress. "Do you want me to tell you exactly how I’d fuck you?"

Your breath catches again, your pulse racing, the words sending heat coursing through you. “Yes,” you murmur, barely able to find your voice. "I want you to."

Wanda hums softly, pleased with your surrender, and you can hear the shift of her body, the subtle movements of fabric and skin. "Good girl," she whispers, her words laced with a satisfaction that makes your chest tighten with want. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine me there with you, my hand tracing up your thigh, slipping under your clothes, touching you exactly where you need me."

You can hear the faint sound of Wanda’s breath catching, her own pleasure mounting as she describes it to you. “Can you feel that? My fingers on you?” she asks, her voice breathy and low, pushing you to the edge of your self-control.

“Yes,” you whisper back, your voice shaky, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Tell me what you want,” she says, her voice deepening, the sensual command impossible to resist. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

You’re trembling now, caught between desire and nervous excitement, but you push past the nerves, your need for her overtaking everything else. “I want you to touch me, to fuck me,” you confess, your voice barely a whisper, the words trembling on your lips.

Wanda’s breath hitches, and you hear the unmistakable sound of her pleasure, a soft gasp escaping her as she touches herself. "Say it again," she demands, her voice thick with lust, desperate to hear your desire.

“Wanda,” you moan softly, giving in to the pull of her words, the fantasy she’s woven around you. “I need you to fuck me. I want you to touch me, make me yours.”

The sound of her gasp on the other end of the phone sends a wave of heat through you, and you can hear her losing control, her breathing turning rugged and uneven. "Mmm, you’re such a good girl," she purrs between breaths, her voice dark with desire. "You’d let me take you, wouldn’t you? Let mommy fuck you until you can’t think straight."

There it was, you let out a moan at the way she titled herself. You knew you’d been into that for years now, but never daring to tell anybody, but of course she knew, she could read you so well. You nod, even though she can’t see you, your entire body aching for her touch. “Yes, please mommy, I want it so badly.”

Wanda moans softly, her pleasure evident, and you can almost picture her, the way her body must be arching under her own touch, lost in the same heat that’s consuming you. "I’d make you beg for it, sweetheart. I’d have you trembling beneath me, begging for more."

You bite your lip, your breath catching at the raw hunger in her voice, your own need reaching a fever pitch. "I’d beg," you admit, barely able to find your voice. "I’d beg for you mommy."

Her breath comes faster now, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips. "That’s my girl," she whispers, her voice breaking with the weight of her own pleasure. "You’d be mine. All mine.”

Wanda's moan on the other end of the line grows louder, ragged with need, as if your words pushed her even closer to the edge. You can hear the soft rustle of sheets, the unmistakable wet sounds of her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The image of her, undone and desperate for release, fills your mind, stoking the fire building within you.

“Say it again,” she demands, her voice thick with desire, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure. “Tell me what you want, tell me you’re mine.”

Your pulse races, each beat louder than the last, the heat between your legs growing unbearable. You grip the phone tighter, biting your lip, but you know she wants more than your silence. “I’m yours, Wanda,” you whisper, breathless, giving her exactly what she needs. “I’ll do anything. Just please, fuck me. Make me yours, mommy.”

The sound she makes in response is guttural, a low, throaty moan that sends shivers down your spine. “Oh, fuck.” she gasps, her control slipping further with every passing second. You can hear her fingers moving faster, the wetness of her arousal audible through the phone, and it’s intoxicating, pulling you under with her.

“Good girl,” Wanda breathes, her voice barely holding together as she edges closer to climax. “You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you? Let me fuck you whenever I want, take you however I want.”

“Yes, yes,” you whimper, your own arousal becoming overwhelming, your body aching for her. “Please, Mommy, I’d be so good for you. I’d let you do anything to me.”

That’s all she needs.

With a sharp, shuddering breath, Wanda moans loud into the phone, the sound of her orgasm raw and uncontrolled. Her breath catches, breaking into uneven gasps, and you can hear the wet sound of her fingers as she rides out the wave of pleasure, her body clearly shaking from the force of it. Each sound she makes is laced with satisfaction, a deep, throaty hum of ecstasy as her release takes over completely.

You can barely breathe, your body reacting to the sheer intimacy of hearing her come undone, your own desire pooling low in your belly, desperate and needy. Wanda’s breathing gradually slows, her soft, contented sighs filling the air between you, and you close your eyes, imagining the flush on her cheeks, the way her body must be lying spent against the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” she whispers, her voice still heavy with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for real.”

“Wanda, I don’t know what to say.” You admit, your brain fuzzy and spaced out at the unexpected nature of her call. You’d only been back home for a few days and you had no idea how much of an impression you’d made on the older woman.

“You don’t have to know what to say honey, that’s my job.” She hums as you hear the click of heels against tiled flooring. You could almost choke on the sound, she wasn’t in her bedroom, she was in the kitchen, the echoing of her words now making sense as each moan had bounced around the emptiness of the room. 

“Are you in the kitchen?” you ask breathlessly, biting your lip as you imagine her there, the scene playing out in your head like a movie. You envision her bending over the kitchen island, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm hue over her skin as she calls you, wanting you to picture every moment of her tantalising routine.

“Maybe,” Wanda teases, her voice dripping with mischief. “Will I see you next Tuesday?” 

You feel a thrill rush through you at her question, the way she asks it, sending your heart racing. "You know I’ll be there," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with eagerness.

“Good,” Wanda replies, a satisfied hum escaping her lips. 

“Goodnight, Wanda,” you murmur, your heart fluttering with excitement as the call ends, leaving you with thoughts of her dancing through your mind. As soon as you heard the line end, you reached down to your underwear, the fabric completely soaked and you threw your head back in frustration. You wanted to touch yourself, but it felt wrong, you wanted to leave yourself in desperate heat, making you want Wanda even more.

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 10 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension, smut

Word Count: 3.2K

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This Is More Than A Kiss For Me

The soft patter of a light rain woke you the following morning, causing you to stir as you felt a weight on your chest. Not a metaphorical weight but a literal weight. Looking down, there was a halo of auburn hair spread across your chest, Wanda's light snores tickling you where her face was resting. You felt your heart swell, a smile playing at the corner of your lips as you watched her sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she awoke to find your eyes on her. She grinned up at you, a sleepy but content smile, and you couldn't help but feel your heart race.

"Good morning," she rasped, her voice thick with sleep. The timbre did something to you, a warmth spreading through your body. You leaned down to kiss her, soft and sweet, feeling the gentle brush of her breath against your skin.

"Mm, good morning," you murmured back, your hand still playing idly with her hair. The room smelled faintly of sex and candles, a potent combination that seemed to promise a day full of both comfort and excitement. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in ages," she confessed, stretching languidly. Her movements were feline, sinuous, and graceful, and you felt a surge of desire for her all over again. "You?"

"The same," you said, the corners of your mouth turning up into a grin. You felt alive in a way you hadn't in so long. The week of work and the night with Wanda had drained and then filled you up all at once. You had never felt so alive. You watched as she eased towards the edge of her bed, the sheets falling from around her, exposing her bare body to the cool morning air. The sight made something within you stir. "Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?"

Wanda giggled, a blush rising to her cheeks as she stood and walked towards her dresser. "You might have mentioned it once or twice," she said, pulling out a pair of panties and a bra. "But you seem to say it only when you're buried between my thighs." The thought made a slight blush rise to your cheeks at her admission as you stood and walked to stand behind her. You rested your chin on her shoulder, looking into the reflection of the mirror above her dresser.

"Well, in my defense, they are amazing thighs," you quipped, gently kissing and nibbling along her jawline. She giggled again, the sound music to your ears. You felt her body tense as your hands found her hips, pulling her back against your chest. Her skin was still warm from sleep, and you couldn't resist the urge to press yourself against her. "In all seriousness, Wands. You are absolutely stunning. A sight for sore eyes."

Wanda turned in your arms, her expression softening. She placed her hand on your cheek, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispered, leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft kiss, filled with promise and tenderness, a stark contrast to the passion of the night before. You felt your heart melt a little more, the realization that you had feelings for her setting in deeper.

You pulled back slightly, a misty look in her eyes as you rested your forehead against hers.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything. You have this ability to make me feel alive again," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly.

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tightly against you, relishing the feeling of her skin against yours. "Well, that feeling is definitely mutual," you murmured back, feeling the weight of her words settle deep within you, resting your face in the crook of her neck. The truth of them resonated, and you knew that this was something special, something that could be incredible if you both allowed it to be. "I know you may not be ready yet, but please," you said, pulling away, placing your hands gently on each of her cheeks and guiding her to look at you. "I know there is more to that statement than you're saying. Talk to me if it gets to be too much."

Her eyes searched yours, and you could see the warring emotions playing out within her. But she nodded, a small, shy smile playing on her lips. "I will," she promised. "And you, too. We're in this together." her hands reached up, playing with the hair on the back of your neck.

The tension in the room was palpable, the unspoken words hanging in the air like the mist outside. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation settle in your chest. But you didn't want to ruin the moment with the heavy talk of fears and doubt. Instead, you leaned in and kissed her again, this time more urgently. Her body melded into yours, the heat between you growing stronger with every second that passed.

You stepped back, breaking the embrace. "Let's go grab some breakfast," you suggested, your voice still thick with sleep and desire. Wanda nodded, a smile playing on her swollen lips. "I'll be back, let me go change." you gestured towards the clothes you had worn out after work on Friday, having not gone home to grab a change of clothes since.

"Don't keep me waiting, tiger." She winked at you before turning and walking into her bathroom, leaving the door open as she turned on her shower. You couldn't resist the urge to watch the sway of her hips and the perfect curve of her ass as she disappeared behind the foggy glass door. Quickly, you grabbed your clothes from the floor before making your way next door to your house. The cool morning air was a shock to your system as you stepped outside, but it also helped clear your head of the weight and feelings you both just shuffled around.

The last 2 nights had been a whirlwind, both of you enjoying the newest aspect of your relationship. However, the weekend was coming to an end, and reality was knocking at the door. You had to get ready for the week ahead, the one you had been looking forward to. You walked into your house, the quietness awaiting you a stark contrast to the night you had just had. Walking upstairs to your bedroom, you tossed your dirty clothes into the pile in the corner before turning to the shower yourself.

You allowed the hot water to wash away the aching in your muscles from the past couple of nights, cleansing your skin of the lingering sweat and passion from Wanda. As the water cascaded over you, you couldn’t help but replay the moments from the night before—her taste, her touch, the way she had looked at you with such raw desire. You rested your head on the shower wall, allowing the water to roam freely.

You weren't sure how long you had been in the shower, contemplating your life decisions leading up to now. Your fingers had long since gone pruny, and the water was now cold. You stepped out and wiped the mirror with your hand, clearing it of the steam that had collected. Bracing yourself against the bathroom sink, you let your thoughts continue to wander.

"I thought I told you not to leave me waiting," Wanda's sultry voice cut through the foggy atmosphere in your bathroom, her gaze in the mirror calming your nerves. You turned to see her leaning against the doorway, a knowing smile on her lips as she took in your naked form.

"Sorry, got a bit lost in thought," you said, grabbing a towel to wrap around your waist. She stepped closer, her perfume wafting through the air and invading your senses.

"Care to share?" Wanda's eyes searched yours, shifting from flirty to a hint of concern. You took a deep breath, trying to organize the jumble of thoughts in your head. She stepped further into the room, her hands coming to rest on top of your breasts before she trailed them up behind your neck. Her thumbs grazed the base of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm just stuck in my head, I guess." You shrugged, trying to play it cool. But you could feel the heat of her gaze, her touch making it impossible to think straight. "I can't help but feel like I will find a way to fuck this up, you know?"

Wanda leaned in, her eyes never leaving yours. "You won't," she said firmly. "We're both adults, and we know what we're doing. We're just... exploring." Her voice grew softer, more gentle. "If it gets to be too much, we'll figure it out."

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you looked at her, a sense of vulnerability washing over you. "Wanda, it sounds like we're going to be doing a bunch of 'figuring it out,' doesn't it?" You leaned into her, feeling the warmth of her body pressing against yours.

"That's part of what a relationship is, Y/N," she murmured, her fingers tracing the lines of your neck and sending chills down your spine. Her eyes searched yours, the intensity in them telling you she meant every word. You felt your heart race, knowing that she was right and taking in what she had just admitted. The unknown was a thrilling dance, and you were both ready to lead it. "But I have a feeling that despite the challenges, this will all be worth it."

You couldn't help but smile at her optimism, the warmth of her words seeping into your soul. "I hope you're right," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Wanda leaned in, her breath warm against your ear.

"Well, make sure I am," she whispered before kissing below your ear and stepping away. "Now, time to get dressed, detka. I'm starving, and I'm sure you are too," she threw a wink over her shoulder as she left your bathroom.

The warmth of her kiss remained as you finished drying off and pulled on some clothes, opting for a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a dark grey hoodie with a blue flannel shirt. Wanda looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine in skinny black jeans and a deep red sweater that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, leaving a few strands to frame her face.

"Ready?" She asked, holding out her hand to you.

You nodded, taking her hand in yours, feeling the warmth of her touch. "Ready," you affirmed, the word coming out more as a question than a statement. But she just gave you a reassuring smile as you slid your hand into hers, leading her towards your garage. You helped her into your car before sliding into the driver's seat and opening the garage door.

The drive to the local diner was quiet, the air thick with unspoken words and the aftermath of the past few nights. You couldn't help but look over at Wanda, her hand resting lightly on the armrest of your car. She seemed lost in her thoughts, the same ones that were probably mirroring yours—how did you get here? Is this a mistake? Can you handle this right now?

When you pulled into the parking lot, the neon lights of the diner flickered, casting a warm glow across the wet asphalt. The smell of greasy food and coffee was comforting, a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your head. As you stepped out of the car, you felt a strange sense of normalcy, as if this was a scene from any other weekend, not one that had just turned your world upside down. You couldn't help but feel like this was something that you could get used to.

Inside, the diner was bustling with the early morning crowd, the clink of silverware and the murmur of conversation creating a comforting cacophony. You led Wanda to a booth in the back, sliding into the worn vinyl seats with a sigh. The waitress, a plump woman with a name tag that read "Dotty," greeted you with a smile that seemed to say she had seen it all. You ordered your usual—an omelet, pancakes, and bacon—while Wanda went for the French toast with fresh berries and a side of sausage.

While you waited for your food, you couldn't help but steal glances at her as she gazed out the rain-covered window, watching how the early morning light painted her face with a soft glow. You felt a strange sense of calm, one you hadn't felt before. You felt like you were in a place you finally belonged like her presence was something that had been missing from your life.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, catching you staring. The bell over the door jingled as a new group of people walked in, the cool air from outside sending a shiver down Wanda's spine. You slid out of your side of the booth, scooting in next to her. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders and tugged her into your side. She leaned into you with a content sigh, and for a moment, everything felt right.

"Just watching the rain," you lied, kissing the top of her head. She nuzzled closer, her hand finding its way to yours. You felt a squeeze, and you knew she understood that wasn't what you had been looking at. You both watched the world outside, lost in your little bubble of warmth and comfort.

"Truth, Y/N," she smiled against your neck, pecking lightly along your jawline before leaning back. You momentarily forgot your vocabulary as you took in the intent gaze, the quirked, manicured eyebrow, and a pair of gleaming forest-green eyes staring back at you.

"What?" you managed to croak out, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Wanda giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The truth, Y/N. I know you weren't staring at the rain on the window," She nudged you gently, her gaze holding a hint of curiosity. "What were you really thinking about?"

You took a deep breath, the smell of the diner's breakfast foods wafting around you. "I was just... taking this all in," you admitted, your eyes dropping to her hand in yours. "And also taking in the beauty that accompanied me to breakfast." You looked up with a sly smile on your face.

Wanda's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, and she turned her head to hide it from you. "You're such a charmer," she murmured, her voice playfully annoyed, but you could hear the pleased note beneath it. The waitress arrived with a steaming pot of coffee, filling your mugs and placing a plate of toast in the middle of the table.

You both took a moment to add creamer and sugar, the clink of spoons against porcelain punctuating the silence between you. The tension grew palpable again as your eyes met over the rims of your mugs, the warmth of her gaze sending a jolt through your body. You felt your stomach twist with anticipation, unsure of what to say next.

"Wanda," you began, your voice low and earnest. "This...whatever this is between us, it's not just a fling, right?" You needed to hear her say it to know that she felt the depth of the connection you had stumbled upon.

Her eyes searched yours, and she took a sip of her coffee, buying time. "I don't know what it is yet," she replied, her voice just as soft. "But I know it's not something I want to lose." The admission was a balm to your racing thoughts.

"Neither do I," you said, your voice equally low. "I can't ignore what I feel."

"I sense a 'but' coming," Wanda said, her smile fading slightly as she set her mug down.

You took a deep breath, your hand tightening around yours. "Because there is, Wands."

"What is it?" Her voice was low, her eyes searching yours.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "I think that I have expressed how I am beyond hesitant to drag someone like you down the road that I always seem to find," you confessed, feeling the weight of your past failures pressing down on your chest. "But I also can't ignore that you make me feel alive in a way that I haven't felt in a long time. It's like... I've been sleepwalking, and you've slapped me awake."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, her thumb stroking the back of your hand. "I understand that, Y/N," she said, her voice gentle. "But we're both different people. We're not high school kids. And I don't want to be just another notch on your bedpost. If this is going to work, it has to be about us growing together, communicating, not just about what we can give each other."

You nodded, the gravity of her words settling in your stomach. "I know," you murmured, feeling the weight of her expectations and your fears. "It's just... I don't want to hurt you. I can't..." You stopped, unsure of how to voice the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. "I cannot...live with myself if I hurt you."

Wanda reached up, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. "You can't make the promise you won't," she whispered. The words hit you, stabbing you deeper than you expected.  "It's an unrealistic expectation, regardless of the relationship. And, hurt can be big, it can be small. What matters is how we come back from it and how you make a change to ensure it doesn't happen again."

Her words were a soothing balm to your soul. "Okay," you breathed, feeling the weight of your own words settle over you. "But I want you to know, I'm going to try. We may not have known each other very long, but you've become something incredibly important to me in a very short amount of time."

Wanda leaned in, her eyes searching yours. "I feel the same," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the diner. "But we need to take this slow, okay? We can't let our desires cloud our judgment."

You nodded, feeling the gravity of her words. "Slow," you echoed, your heart racing at the thought of what was to come. "I think we've kinda sipped some parts, there, Wands." You smile, taking a sip of your coffee.

Wanda chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe we have," she admitted, her thumb continuing to trace patterns on the back of your hand. "But that's not all bad. We're two consenting adults. It's given us a taste of what could be, right?"

You couldn't argue with that. The past few days had been explosive but in the best possible way. You had felt more alive than you had in a long time. "Right," you said, your voice a little shaky with emotion.

The food arrived, and you both took a moment to dig in, the silence between you comfortable, filled with the occasional murmur of appreciation for the food. You had never felt more connected to someone without saying a word. It was as if you both understood that this was more than just a casual hookup—it was the beginning of something deeper.

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 9 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

A/N: Struggle bus is in town, and decided to make a stop on this one. Here y'all go.

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension, smut

Word Count: 1.7K

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Just Tell It Straight To Me

You awoke to the sound of the rain pattering against the window, the early morning light casting a soft glow across the room. Wanda was still nestled against you, her warmth seeping into your skin. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this content, this... whole. You brushed a lock of hair from her face, marveling at the way she looked in the soft light. Her breathing was even and peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil you had felt just hours before.

For a moment, you just watched her sleep, feeling the steady beat of her heart beneath your palm. It was a feeling that was both foreign and familiar, like slipping into a warm bath after a long, cold day. The rain outside seemed to be whispering a gentle melody, echoing the rhythm of your own heart. You didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell that had been cast over you both.

But eventually, the call of the day grew too strong, and you gently extricated yourself from her embrace, sliding out of bed. You pulled on a t-shirt and pants, the fabric brushing against your still-sensitive skin. The house was quiet, and you padded softly down the hallway, not wanting to disturb her. In the kitchen, you start a pot of coffee, the aroma filling the air. The mundane task felt almost sacred, like a promise of a new beginning.

As you waited for the coffee to brew, your mind drifted back to the night before. The way she had looked at you, the way she had touched you, the way she had whispered reassurances into your ear—it was all still so vivid, so real. You felt a swell of emotion, a mix of happiness and fear. Could you do this? Could you let someone in again? The question lingered in the air, unspoken but ever-present.

When the coffee was ready, you poured two mugs, adding a splash of cream to hers just the way you had observed before. You carried them back to the bedroom, the warmth of the mug a comforting weight in your hand. She stirred as you approached the bed, her eyes opening slowly to meet yours. The smile that spread across her face was like the sun rising over the horizon, chasing away the shadows of doubt.

You handed her the mug, and she took it with a murmur of thanks. The warmth of the liquid seemed to meld with the warmth in her eyes as she took a sip. You sat on the edge of the bed, sipping your coffee, watching the way the rain painted patterns on the window. It was a silent moment of understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of the shift that had occurred between you.

"Thank you," she said finally, her voice still thick with sleep. "For last night."

You took her hand in yours, lacing your fingers through hers. "Thank you for... everything," you replied, your voice equally soft. You chuckled at the memory of last night. "So much for taking it slow."

Wanda sat up, her eyes never leaving yours. "We'll take it as slow as we're comfortable," she promised, her thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "We'll face whatever comes together."

You nodded, feeling a weight lift from your chest. "Together," you echoed, the word feeling more right than it ever had before. You knew it wouldn't be easy that there would be challenges and moments of doubt. But with Wanda by your side, you felt ready to face them all.

The rain continued to fall, but it no longer felt oppressive. Instead, it was a gentle reminder that the world outside was moving on, and so were you. You took another sip of coffee, feeling the warmth spread through you, a symbol of the warmth that had been kindled in your heart.

You leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling the promise of the future in that simple gesture. The fear was still there, lurking in the shadows, but it was no longer in control. With Wanda, you had found someone who understood the complexities of your soul, someone who didn't shy away from the messiness of your past.

The rain grew heavier, the sound of it a comforting symphony that surrounded the room. You lay back down beside her, your legs entwined as you sipped your coffee. "What do we do now?" you asked, the question hanging in the air like the mist that clung to the windows.

Wanda took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "We take it one day at a time," she said, her voice strong and steady. "We communicate, we support each other, and we don't let fear dictate our decisions."

You nodded, feeling the truth of her words resonate within you. The rain grew louder, a soothing lullaby that seemed to whisper of new beginnings. You set your mug on the nightstand and pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. "I like the sound of that," you murmured.

Her hand found yours, her fingers interlacing with yours. "We'll figure it out," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We're in this together."

The day stretched before you, filled with the promise of rain-soaked walks and lazy Saturday afternoon movies. You knew that outside the walls of Wanda's house, the world was waiting, full of challenges and uncertainties. But in that moment, you didn't care. You had Wanda, and she had you.

You lay there, the rain a soothing backdrop to your quiet conversation, sharing stories and dreams, your hearts beating in sync. The storm outside mirrored the tumult you had weathered within, but here, in the sanctuary of her arms, you felt at peace.

As the rain began to taper off, you both grew restless, the desire to explore the newness of your relationship overwhelming. Wanda leaned over and kissed you, her eyes shining with excitement. "Ready for round two?" she asked, her voice filled with mischief.

You grinned, feeling the heat of her kiss still lingering on your lips. "Always," you said, pulling her back down to you. The world outside could wait. For now, all that mattered was the warmth of her body against yours, the way her breath hitched when you kissed her just right. You tangled your hands in her hair, deepening the kiss, feeling her respond with an enthusiasm that matched your own.

Wanda's fingers trailed down your chest, her nails leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She pushed the t-shirt up, her eyes dark with lust as she took in your bare skin. You shivered, the anticipation making your cock twitch with need. You broke the kiss, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt. But all you saw was desire, a mirror of your own feelings.

With a growl, you rolled her onto her back, the mood shifting from tender to carnivorous. You kissed down her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath your lips. You nipped at her collarbone, her gasp of pleasure making your cock throb. You kissed across her chest, teasing her nipples before taking one into your mouth. She arched her back, her nails digging into the sheets as you suckled her, feeling her body respond to your every touch.

Her hands found the hem of your pants, pushing them down as you kissed your way down her stomach. You could feel the wetness between her legs, and your mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again. You spread her thighs wider, kissing the inside of her thighs before finally pressing your mouth to her pussy. She tasted even better than you remembered, and you felt your arousal spike as she moaned.

Wanda's legs wrapped around your head, her hips moving in time with your tongue. You licked and sucked, her cries growing louder with every stroke. You could feel her getting closer, the tension in her body tightening like a bowstring. And when she came, it was like a symphony, her body shaking with the force of it. You didn't stop, though, wanting to wring every ounce of pleasure from her.

Her orgasm subsided, leaving her panting and trembling. You kissed your way back up her body, feeling her soft skin against your own. Her eyes were hazy with satisfaction, but there was still a spark of hunger in them. You positioned yourself at her entrance, her eyes never leaving yours. And with one swift movement, you slammed into her, filling her completely.

Her nails dug into your back, her legs wrapping around you tightly as you began to move. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythm as old as time. You felt the tension build again, her walls tightening around you as she neared her peak. You could feel yourself getting closer, too, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

You leaned down, capturing her mouth with yours as you felt the coil of your orgasm begin to unfurl. Her moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet yours, urging you on. And with one final, desperate thrust, you came, filling her completely. You collapsed on top of her, her body still spasming around you as you both rode out the waves of pleasure.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your panting breaths and the fading pattern of rain outside. You felt her heart beating rapidly against your chest, the thud of it matching your own. You rolled onto your side, pulling her with you so that she was nestled into the crook of your arm.

Her head rested on your chest, and you could feel her breathing slowing as she dozed off. You kissed the top of her head, feeling something inside you shift. This was it—the start of something new, something that could either burn with the

You lay there, stroking her hair gently, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against yours. The rain had stopped, leaving the world outside quiet and still. It was as if the universe had held its breath, waiting for this moment. The weight of your decision, of what you had done, felt heavier than it ever had before. But there was no regret, only a strange mix of excitement and anxiety that filled every fiber of your being.

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Black and Blue

No Nut November: A drunken Halloween bet with JJ's coworkers led to a prolonged streak of unwilling absintence. What happens when you are finally allowed to let loose after over a months worth of teasing?

TW: Uhhh, pretty much just smutty, porny madness. Intersex reader, piercings, multiple orgasms. Yeah. I think that's it. Lol

Word Count: 5.8K

You groaned and stretched your achy limbs as the morning sun filtered into your bedroom. Discovering the other side of your bed has long gone cold; you furrowed your brows, eyes scanning the master bedroom for a sign or clue as to where your lover was. The bathroom door was wide open, showing no sign of her, no clothes, no phone, no note. You sighed, rubbing your hands over your face before standing, making your way to the en suite, and flicking the bright vanity lights on. Beginning with your teeth, you went through your morning routine before pulling a pair of tartan pajama pants on and wandering downstairs to find where JJ was.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as you descended the stairs, hinting at her presence in the kitchen. You padded across the cool, wooden floorboards, your bare feet feeling the comfort of the plush rug in the hallway. Upon entering the kitchen, you spotted JJ standing by the window; her silhouette cast long by the early morning light. She was dressed in nothing but your favorite button-up, the one you had worn out to your fancy dinner last night with her. The sight of her filled you with a warmth that battled the coldness of the room.

Her hair was a wild mess of waves, falling over her bare shoulders as she sipped from a steaming mug, her eyes lost in thought. The sun painted a soft glow around her, making her look ethereal. You took a moment to appreciate the curve of her back, the way the shirt barely covered her thighs, not leaving much to the imagination as to what was below. Her toned legs were crossed as she gazed out the window, her hands firmly wrapped around the mug in her hands.

You cleared your throat gently, not wanting to startle her. She turned, her eyes lighting up as she saw you. "Morning," she murmured, a small smile playing on her lips. She held out a mug of coffee for you, already knowing how you liked it - strong and black. You took it gratefully, the warmth spreading through your hands as you leaned against the kitchen island. "Couldn't sleep," she said, her voice low and a little rough from sleep.

This month has been rough on you both- a simple drunk bet at the Halloween party amongst friends as to what couple could make it through 'No Nut November' without blowing a head gasket. You had accepted the challenge with a cocky smirk, thinking it'd be a piece of cake, but the teasing glances, lingering touches, and passionate kisses throughout the month had left you properly blue-balled. You know it's been rough for Jayje, too, since you were a very touchy, handsy couple- your sex life was far from vanilla since she had broken down your walls and got you to open up at the BAU.

Taking the mug, you couldn't help but smirk at the irony of the situation. "Looks like you're enjoying my shirt more than I am," you teased, trying to lighten the mood. She rolled her eyes playfully, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "It's comfortable," she defended herself, the corners of her mouth twitching.

The air between you was charged with unspoken tension, a palpable reminder of the challenge you both had agreed to. You took a sip of the coffee, the bitter taste doing little to cut through the thick silence. "You okay?" you asked, genuine concern lacing your voice. She nodded, looking away from you briefly before her gaze returned, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm just glad that this month is almost over," JJ said, her voice tinged with a mix of relief and challenge. "I never knew it could be this... interesting." She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving yours as if daring you to acknowledge the unspoken elephant in the

 room.

"Me too, Jayje," you began, lifting the mug to your smirking lips. "Interesting is one way to put it." You took a sip of the coffee, savoring the heat as it traveled down your throat. "I can't believe we've almost made it. Just one more day."

"I still can't believe that we are the only ones who made it this far," she laughed, the fact had been uncovered at the annual Friendsgiving. No one in your friend group had made it, despite you and JJ being the most sexually active of the group. The laughter died down as she stepped closer, the shirt gaping slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts.

The warmth from the coffee was replaced by a different kind of heat as you felt your body respond to her proximity. The challenge had pushed the boundaries of your willpower, and the prize of victory was now in your grasp. But what was the prize? The thrill of winning or the sweet release you had been denied for so long?

"Why do I feel like tonight is going to be like New Year's Eve?" you whispered, your lips ghosting hers as her eyes fluttered shut.

"Because it is," she murmured, her voice a sweet promise of what's to come. "The anticipation is half the fun, babe." She pecked your lips as you wrapped her up in your arms.

"I'm glad that the end of November is a Saturday," you began, kissing her head as she looked at the clock on the stove. "Means we can...celebrate accordingly." JJ leaned into your embrace, her cheek pressing against your bare chest as she chuckled.

"I've got a few ideas," she whispered, her voice full of promise. "But first, we have to make it... 17 hours and 9 minutes." She pulled away, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she checked the time. You couldn't help but chuckle, the tension between you easing slightly.

You both knew the stakes were high - not only was there the pride of winning, but you both had agreed on a grand prize of one unforgettable night of passion. The teasing had become an art form, a delicate dance of temptation and restraint. You had to admit, it had brought a new level of excitement to your relationship, a thrill that had you both on edge despite the...edging. JJ had left you rock hard at full mast way too many times for you to go easy on her- she deserved all the punishment she had coming her way.

You stepped back, setting your coffee mug down on the counter with a thud, your heart racing at the thought of what the night would bring. "I've got to get going," you said, trying to keep your voice level. "But tonight, baby, it's going to be worth it."

"Where do you have to go?" JJ asked, a hint of disappointment in her tone as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "It's a Saturday."

"The gym, baby," you replied, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Got to work off some of this... antici.......pation." You stepped back, smirking, brushing your hands up the sides of her thighs, her breath audibly hitching at your touch. "But I'll be back soon. I promise."

Her eyes followed you as you moved away, the shirt riding up slightly, revealing the taut skin of her lower abdomen. The sight had you groaning inwardly, but you forced yourself to keep walking. "Don't wear yourself out," she called after you, her voice a seductive purr.

As you walked away, her words echoed in your mind, a teasing reminder of what the evening had in store for you both. You couldn't wait to peel that shirt off her, to explore every inch of her body again, to feel her skin against yours. The month had been torturous, but it had also made you crave her more intensely than ever before. It was like you had rediscovered the art of yearning, and it had only made your connection deeper and stronger.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of mundane tasks, the anticipation of the night ahead a constant undercurrent to every thought. You felt like a teenager again, counting down the hours until you could be with her. The gym had been a necessary escape, a way to burn off some of the energy that had nowhere else to go, but even there, your mind had drifted to her. The way she smelled, the way she felt, the way she tasted.

When you finally returned home, the house was quiet, the setting sun casting a warm, orange glow through the windows. You found her in the living room, the TV playing a romantic comedy on low volume. She was lying on the couch, wearing nothing but your favorite pair of sweatpants, which barely contained her curves. She looked up as you entered, her eyes sparkling with excitement and desire.

"Ready for the last stretch?" she asked, patting the cushion next to her. You sat down, your heart thudding in your chest. The warmth from her body seeped into yours, and you had to fight the urge to throw her down and take her right there. But you had made it this far, and you knew the wait would only make the release that much sweeter.

You took a deep breath, reaching for the TV remote to turn it off. "More than ready," you murmured, your hand finding hers. Her fingers interlocked with yours, her thumb tracing lazy circles on your palm. The tension in the room was thick, a heady cocktail of desire and anticipation.

As the final credits rolled and the TV went dark, she leaned into you, her breath hot against your neck. "Let's make this the best No Nut November ever," she whispered, her teeth grazing your skin. Glancing behind her, you noticed the clock on the TV read 11:42 PM. It was almost over.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you knew that the night ahead was going to be anything but quiet. You kissed her, feeling the heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the promise of what was to come. You had made it this far, and now, with the end of the challenge in sight, you were about to unleash a month's worth of passion.

Standing up, you offered her your hand. "I need to clean up, I didn't do that at the gym," you said with a wink, the double meaning clear. She took it with a knowing smile, letting you pull her to her feet. You led her upstairs, her hand in yours, the anticipation building with each step.

Once back in the bedroom, you turned to her, the intensity in your eyes making her heart race. She whined at the look in your eyes, her arms snaking up and locking behind your neck. Your mouth claimed hers, a desperate, hungry kiss that had been held back for too long. Her body melted into yours, her breasts pressing against yours as she moaned into your mouth. Your hands roamed over her body, finally touching her again after weeks of torturous denial.

Breaking away from the kiss, you leaned your forehead against hers. "I have a surprise for you," you said, your voice gruff with need. "But first, you have to get ready." You stepped back, admiring how her eyes searched yours, looking for a hint of what would come.

"What'd you do, baby?" she asked, stepping forward and running her hands over your bare chest, her thumbs lingering on the piercings that ran through your nipples. She had been the one to convince you to get them, and every touch sent a shock of pleasure straight to your cock.

You stepped back, taking her by the shoulders and pushing her gently towards the bathroom. "You'll see," you promised, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched her walk away, her ass swaying with each step. "Just make sure you're ready for me." Turning, you walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open as you turned on the shower. The sound of the water hitting the tiles was a sweet symphony to your ears, a prelude to the main event.

As you rinsed yourself off, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. Despite the Halloween bet amongst friends, you and JJ hadn't been intimate in the better part of 6 weeks, with her hectic work schedule and her least favorite week of the month falling at the end of October. Just the thought of her beneath you was enough to get you achingly hard. And with your new addition, you knew this would be interesting for both of you.

You stepped out of the shower, towel drying off before wrapping it around your waist. Your mind was racing with all the things you wanted to do to her. You could hear the sound of her moving around in the bedroom, the rustle of fabric, and the sweet sound of her voice as she hummed to The Weeknd. It was like music to your ears. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was about to happen.

As you entered the room, you found her sprawled on the bed, her body a canvas of beauty and desire. She had changed into one of your satin button-up shirts, not leaving much to the imagination. She knew that seeing her in your clothes drove you wild, and after the weeks that it had been, it was pushing you to the brink of insanity. She bit her bottom lip, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of you, wet from the shower, your body sculpted from years of hard work in the gym.

"You're killing me, JJ," you groaned, the towel around your waist feeling like a prison for your raging hard-on. She giggled, a sound that went straight to your core, and beckoned you with a crooked finger. "Come here, let me help you with that."

Her eyes traveled over your body, lingering on the water droplets that clung to your skin. You could see the hunger in her gaze, and it made you want to throw her down on the bed and devour her right there. Instead, you took a deep breath and approached her, trying to keep some semblance of control.

As you got closer, she sat up, her eyes never leaving yours. She reached out and took the towel from your waist, her fingertips brushing against your abs, sending shivers down your spine. The towel fell to the floor, leaving you standing there, fully exposed to her gaze. She licked her lips, and you felt your cock twitch in response. Her eyes went wide when she noticed, realizing what the surprise was.

"When did you get this?" she asked, running her thumb over your tip, grazing the piercing that now lay there. You groaned, throwing your head back as her thumb continued to tease your leaking shaft.

"Before Halloween," you replied through gritted teeth, trying to control the urge to thrust into her touch. "Thought it'd add some...flavor to things." JJ's eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement, her hand moving down to grip the base of your cock. The piercing was a new addition, a surprise for her that you had been dying to show her. Her thumb circled around it, making you bite back a groan.

"It does," she murmured, leaning in to kiss the water droplets from your chest. "It's hot." Her words were a balm to your ego, making you feel more than ready to claim her as yours once again. Her nails scratched up your chest before slowly teasing both your nipples.

You felt yourself growing harder at her touch, the piercings sending waves of pleasure through your body. She noticed and grinned, a devilish glint in her eye. "I like it," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "It's going to be so much fun to play with."

The anticipation was killing you, but you had something else planned before the main event. "Patience, baby," you murmured, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. You sat down on the edge, pulling her closer so that she straddled you. "First things first," you said, your eyes locked on hers as you reached for the first button of her shirt.

Her eyes widened as you revealed her soft, creamy skin inch by inch, the shirt parting to show her luscious breasts, barely covered by a lacy corset, her hardened nipples peeking through. "You're so beautiful," you whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck, your hands cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in your palms. She moaned, arching her back, her hips grinding against your growing erection. You knew you had to take things slow to savor this moment after a month and a half of denial.

JJ's hands slid down your chest to the base of your cock, stroking you gently, her eyes watching your reaction. "You're so big," she murmured, her thumb brushing over the piercing. "I've missed this." You groaned, the sensation of her hand on your sensitive skin making your toes curl. You had to admit, you had missed it too.

The tension in the room was electric, the air thick with desire. You leaned in to kiss her again, your hands moving to unbutton her shirt completely, exposing the corset that pushed her breasts up, creating the most tantalizing cleavage. The material was soft under your fingers, and you felt her skin warm as you touched her. You took your time, savoring every inch of her that was revealed.

Her eyes searched yours, full of need and want, her breathing growing heavier with every touch. You felt her body respond, her hips rocking slightly against yours, her pussy already wet and ready for you. You couldn't resist leaning in to take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking gently. She gasped, her back arching, pushing her breasts further into your face. You took your time, kissing and nibbling, your tongue tracing the delicate lace of the corset.

You reached around her back to unclasp the corset, feeling the tension release as it fell away, revealing her perfect breasts. You took a moment to admire them, the way they filled your hands, the way her pink nipples stood at attention, begging for your mouth. You didn't disappoint, taking one into your mouth and rolling it around your tongue as she moaned your name. Her hands were in your hair, holding you to her as you switched to the other, her legs tightening around your waist.

You felt the pressure building, the need to be inside her overwhelming, but you knew the night was young and you had more in store. You gently laid her back on the bed, kissing your way down her body, feeling the goosebumps rise in your wake. Your teeth grazed her sensitive skin, making her squirm with pleasure. You slid the shirt down her arms, tossing it aside, and took a moment to admire her in just the corset and a lace thong that was now absolutely ruined with her arousal.

"Remind me, again, Jay, why we thought this challenge was a good idea?" you murmured against her skin, your teeth grazing the underside of her breast. JJ's laugh was breathy, her body quivering as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Because we love a challenge, we're both competitive," she said, her voice thick with desire. "And because we know how good the payoff will be," she growled in your ear.

Her words only stoked the fire in your loins. You kissed a trail down her stomach, her skin soft and warm under your lips. Her hips bucked as you reached the edge of the thong, the damp fabric clinging to her sex. With a wicked smile, you peeled it off her, tossing it over your shoulder. Her pussy was bare and gleaming with arousal, her clit already swollen and begging for attention.

You spread her legs, taking a moment to drink in the sight of her, glistening and open for you. "I've missed this," you whispered, your breath hot against her sensitive skin. You leaned down, your tongue tracing the length of her slit, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her fingers digging into the bedsheets. The sound was music to your ears, a symphony of pleasure that had been silent for far too long.

JJ's thighs trembled as you teased her clit, your tongue flicking and circling, building her up. You felt her body tighten, her breath hitching as she approached climax. You slid two fingers inside her, pumping them slow and steady as your tongue danced against her most sensitive spot. She was so wet, so tight around you, and the thought of filling her up with your cock was almost too much to bear.

Her hips began to rock against your mouth, her moans growing louder, and you knew she was close. You increased the pressure, swirling your tongue in a way that never failed to make her come undone. Her back arched off the bed as she climaxed, her pussy clenching around your fingers, her juices coating your face. You drank her in, savoring every drop, her taste on your tongue making you even harder.

As she rode the waves of pleasure, you kissed your way back up her body, her skin flushed and warm from the orgasm. You hovered over her, your cock brushing against her thigh, leaving a wet trail from her pussy. "You taste amazing," you murmured, your voice a deep growl of need. She opened her eyes, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

"I want you inside me," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Now."

You couldn't argue with that. You lined yourself up with her entrance, the tip of your pierced cock pressing against her. She was so wet, so ready for you, that you slid in with ease, filling her completely. You groaned as her walls tightened around you, feeling the warm embrace that had been denied to you for weeks. You took a moment to just savor the sensation, the connection that was so uniquely yours.

JJ's legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper, her heels digging into your back. "More," she urged, her nails scratching at your shoulders. You obliged, setting a steady rhythm, watching as her breasts bounced with every thrust. Her eyes never left yours, the challenge in them clear - she was going to ride you just as hard as you were her.

The headboard banged against the wall in sync with your hips, the room echoing with your grunts and her cries of pleasure. You could feel the sweat building between your bodies, the friction only adding to the intensity of the moment. You reached down to tweak her nipples, feeling her pussy clench around you, and you knew you had found her sweet spot.

Leaning down, you claimed her mouth again, the kiss deep and desperate, as if you were trying to devour her whole. You could feel her body begin to tighten, her muscles contracting as she approached another orgasm. "Come for me, JJ," you growled, your voice a demand.

Her nails dug into your back, leaving little half-moons on your skin. "Fucking Christ, Y/N!"

You didn't need any further encouragement. You picked up the pace, each thrust hitting her G-spot perfectly, making her eyes roll back with pleasure. You felt the tension in her body build until she was practically vibrating with need. Then, with a scream that could've shattered glass, she came, her pussy clamping down on you like a vice, her walls pulsing around your cock.

It was all you could do not to come right then and there, but you had promised her a night she would never forget. You withdrew slowly, watching as her eyes fluttered open again, her chest heaving with each breath. "Again," you murmured, your voice a dark promise. "I want to feel you come on me again and again."

JJ's smile was pure temptation. She sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement, and straddled you again. This time, she took control, her hands on your shoulders, guiding you back down to her entrance. You watched as she took you inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate your pierced length. The sensation was exquisite, the metal sending bolts of pleasure through you with every movement.

Once you were fully seated within her, she began to rock her hips, setting a slow, sensual rhythm. Her eyes never left yours as she rode you, her breasts brushing against yours with every movement. You could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating you as she slid up and down your shaft. The sight was enough to make you want to explode, but you held back, determined to give her what she deserved.

Her movements grew more urgent, her breath hitching as she approached another peak. You felt the walls of her pussy tightening around you, the sweet friction driving you wild. Your hands moved to her hips, helping to guide her, feeling her muscles tense and relax with every thrust. She leaned down, kissing your neck, making her way to nibble at your gauged ear lobe. "I know you're holding out on me, Y/N," she rasped, her hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt from your ear down your neck and chest. "I want to feel you lose control, baby. Fill me up."

The words were a challenge, one you couldn't resist. You sat up, wrapping your arms around her, taking over the pace. You thrust into her hard and fast, feeling the bed shake beneath you. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into your back as she met every thrust with fervor. The piercings inside her sent sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you, a symphony of sensations that had you both teetering on the edge.

You leaned back, watching her take you in, watching the way her pussy clenched and released around your cock. "Come for me, JJ," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. She nodded, her eyes glazed over with passion as she bounced up and down. You could see the tension in her body, the way she was fighting to hold back. But you didn't want her to hold back anymore.

With a roar, you pulled her down hard, thrusting up into her as you felt the first wave of your own orgasm build. She gasped, her pussy tightening around you, and you knew she was close. You reached down to rub her clit with your thumb, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy milking you for all you were worth.

You couldn't hold out any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, you emptied yourself into her, your seed filling her up as she collapsed against you, her legs shaking. You held her tight, feeling her heart pound against your chest, the aftershocks of your shared release rolling through your bodies.

The room was silent except for your ragged breathing, the only light coming from the crack in the curtains. You didn't move, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against yours, the sticky warmth between you both a testament to the passion you had just shared.

JJ's head was resting on the mattress; yours nestled in between her breasts as you both caught your breath. "We are never doing No Nut November again," she laughed. You chuckled, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took. "Worth it," you murmured, kissing the top of her head. "Every minute of it."

You felt her smile against your skin. "Best prize ever," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. You pulled out slowly, watching as your cum dripped from her pussy onto the bed. She was still quivering, her body still sensitive from the intense pleasure you had just given her. You leaned back, admiring her.

Her eyes opened, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "Your turn," she murmured, reaching for your cock, which was still hard and pulsing. You groaned as she began to stroke you, her hand a warm, wet mess from your juices. "I want to see you cum again."

You laid back, letting her take charge. She sat up, her breasts swaying as she pumped you in her hand. The sight was more than enough to push you closer to the edge, but she wasn't done with you yet. She leaned down, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth, her tongue playing with the piercing. The sensation was exquisite, and you felt your toes curl.

Her eyes never left yours as she sucked you, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She had missed this as much as you had, and she was making up for lost time. You felt your orgasm building again, the tension coiling in your balls. "JJ," you warned, your voice tight with need. She only sucked harder, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With one final stroke, you came, your cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving yours. You watched as she licked her lips, a drop of your essence glistening on her chin. "Delicious," she murmured, leaning in to kiss you. You tasted yourself on her, the saltiness mixing with the sweetness of her mouth.

"Fuck, JJ," you whispered, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. She climbed over you, her legs straddling your chest. "Your turn to clean up," she said with a smirk, gesturing to her cum-covered pussy. You didn't hesitate, eager to taste her again, to clean her up with your tongue.

The tang of her arousal filled your mouth as you licked her clean, her juices mixed with your own. She moaned, her hands on your head, guiding you as you explored her folds with renewed vigor. You felt her body begin to respond again, the walls of her pussy tightening around your tongue as she grew more and more sensitive.

JJ leaned back on her hands, her eyes closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. You took your time, enjoying every moment of her pleasure, her hips began to rock, her legs trembling with the effort to stay still. "Y/N, please," she begged, her voice a whispered plea. You ran your hands up her stomach, reaching her nipples as you began to knead her breasts.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting yours, the heat and desire in them almost too much to handle. You felt your cock begin to ache again, the piercing a constant reminder of the night's promise. JJ's thighs began to shake, and her walls began to tighten around your tongue, signaling her approaching climax. You lapped at her, eager to taste her sweetness once more, and with a keening cry, she came again, her juices spilling onto your chin.

You pulled back, watching as she panted and shivered above you. "God, you're insatiable," you said, a hint of awe in your voice. She just grinned, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Always for you," she replied, sliding down your body to kiss you once more, her taste still lingering on your lips.

The night was still young, and your thirst for her was far from quenched. You rolled her onto her back, your cock standing tall and demanding attention. JJ's eyes gleamed with excitement as she felt the head of your pierced cock nudge against her swollen clit. "Again?" she panted, her voice a mix of surprise and hunger.

You didn't bother with words, just a nod of confirmation as you slid back inside her, feeling her pussy contract around you in welcoming spasms. This time, you didn't hold back. You fucked her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin, a crescendo that filled the room. The piercing added a whole new dimension to the sensations, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of you with every thrust.

Her legs wrapped around you, heels digging into your ass as she tried to get even closer, to take all of you in. You could feel the tension in her body, the way she was wound tight, ready to break. You leaned down, sucking her nipples into your mouth, biting down gently on the sensitive flesh. She screamed, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down your back.

You didn't stop, couldn't stop. Your hips pumped into her, the metal piercings chiming with every movement, sending sparks of painful pleasure through her body. JJ's eyes were wild, her pupils blown wide with lust as she met your gaze. "Harder," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. You obliged, driving into her with everything you had.

Her nails dug into your skin as she reached her peak, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. You felt her pussy clench around you, her muscles tightening as she came, her walls pulsing around your cock. The sensation was almost too much, the pressure building until you couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, you buried yourself deep inside her, your release hot and powerful as it filled her once more.

The two of you collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled, breathing heavily with exertion. Your cock remained inside her, still pulsing, the piercing sending aftershocks of pleasure through both of your bodies. JJ's eyes were closed, a serene smile playing on her lips as she enjoyed the aftermath of her climax. You leaned down to kiss her, tasting the salt of sweat on her skin, the sweetness of her breath.

"Best prize ever," she murmured again, her voice barely audible. You chuckled, feeling your chest rise and fall with each deep breath you took. You rolled over, keeping her firmly pressed against you, your member buried within her. "We should start a new tradition," you said, your voice filled with mischief.

JJ's eyes snapped open, her smile wicked. "Oh really?" she purred. "What did you have in mind?"

You traced the line of her jaw with your thumb, feeling the rapid pulse of her heart beneath her skin. "How about every time we win a bet, we get a weekend like this?"

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "A prize weekend of no rules, no limits, just us and our desires?"

You nodded, feeling your cock twitch inside her. "Exactly. We'll make it our little secret, something to look forward to every time we win a bet."

JJ's grin grew, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Deal," she breathed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "But for now, I think we should keep going. After all, we have a whole weekend of no rules ahead of us."

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 8 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

A/N: Sorry it's been taking so long between updates, y'all. My life got craaaaaazy messy of late, and now I'm struggling to even cover basic bills. I try to write when I can. Much love, y'all.

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension, smut

Word Count: 2.4K

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Command Me to Be Well

The drive to your place was a blur of anticipation, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the night might hold. When you pulled into the driveway, you didn't even bother taking your things out of the backseat of your car. Wanda's hand was in yours before you could blink, and she was leading you from your driveway, up the walkway to her front porch, and through the door into the house, shutting it firmly behind you. The air was charged with the electricity of unspoken desires, and you could feel the weight of your fears slowly lifting away.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Y/N," she whispered, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. You took a deep breath and nodded, feeling the warmth of her hand as it slipped from yours. Her nails scraped across your chest, a low growl coming from you as your head tilted back against the cool wall behind you.

"I want this," you managed to say, your voice thick with need. "I want you." You could feel the blood rushing throughout your body, and you are sure that your neighbors could hear your heartbeat. Wanda's smile grew as she stepped closer to you, her hand moving to the knot of your tie.

Her movements were slow and deliberate as she loosened it, her eyes never leaving yours. The ends lay respectively on each side of your chest, as she runs her hands up your chest before tangling her fingers into your hair, pulling you down to her for a bruising kiss. Your hands found the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her midriff, her skin soft and warm to the touch. She breaks the kiss for a moment to let out a gasp of pleasure as you trail your fingertips inside of her shirt, up her side, feeling her body shiver against you.

The living room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering of the electric fireplace, which you both ignore as you stumble down the hallway to the bedroom, your mouths never leaving each other. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the noise from the outside world and leaving you in a cocoon of desire. Wanda's bed is unmade, the covers thrown back from her earlier restlessness. You can't help but smirk, knowing you're about to make it even more disheveled. You began walking Wanda back towards her bed, letting her fall to the mattress with a gasp as you leaned down, slotting your knee in between her thighs.

Her hands are everywhere, unbuttoning your shirt with trembling fingers, sliding it off your shoulders. Your chest is bare, and the cold air hits your skin, causing your nipples to pebble. She runs her hands over your skin, her nails scraping lightly, leaving a trail of heat behind. You moan into her neck as she nibbles the sensitive skin there, the feeling causing your cock to throb in your pants. You're desperate to feel more of her, to taste her. You kiss down her chest, your mouth finding the soft skin above her bra.

Wanda arches into you, her breath hitching as you trace a pattern of kisses and licks along the upper swells of her breasts. You can feel her heart pounding, echoing your own, as you reach behind and unhook the clasp, her breasts spilling out into your waiting hands. They're perfect, full and soft, and your thumbs tease her nipples, causing her to arch further into you, a low moan escaping her lips. You take one in your mouth, suckling gently at first, then increasing the pressure as she cries out. She tastes like vanilla and something uniquely Wanda, and it's intoxicating.

Her hands are in your hair, guiding you, urging you on as you kiss and lick her breasts, her hips moving restlessly against your thigh. You can feel the dampness through your pants, and you know she's soaked for you. The anticipation is unbearable, but you refuse to rush this. You want to savor every moment, every touch, every sound she makes. You kiss a path down her stomach, her abs contracting as you get closer to her pants. You pull back, looking at her, needing to see the desire in her eyes. She nods, her eyes hooded and dark with lust, and you know she wants this as much as you do. You unbutton her pants, sliding them down, along with her underwear.

Her legs are smooth and bare, and you run your hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling her quiver. She's already spread for you, and you can see the slickness of her arousal glistening in the dim light. You lean in, kissing the inside of her thighs, making her gasp. Your breath is hot against her pussy, and she bucks against you. You spread her wider with your thumbs, licking up her slit and making her moan loudly. She's sweet and salty, and you can't get enough. You flick her clit with the tip of your tongue, and she jolts, her hands tightening in your hair.

You look up at her, watching her face contort with pleasure, and it's the most beautiful sight you've ever seen. You lick and suck, swirling your tongue around her clit, feeling her get closer and closer. She's panting now, her hips moving in time with your mouth. You insert a finger, feeling her tighten around you. She's so wet, so ready, and you know it won't be long now. You add another finger, curling them inside her, searching for that magical spot that will send her over the edge.

Her body tenses, her back arching off the bed, and she screams your name as she comes, her walls pulsing around your fingers. You swallow her down, licking her clean, feeling her quiver against your mouth. You kiss your way back up her body, tasting her on your lips. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and she's smiling up at you, her cheeks flushed.

"Your turn," she whispers, pushing you onto your back. You watch as she straddles you, her naked body a vision above you. She reaches down and unbuckles your belt, her eyes never leaving yours as she pulls your pants down, freeing your cock. It's hard and throbbing, and she wraps her hand around it, stroking gently.

You groan, your hips lifting off the bed as she teases you, her hand gliding up and down in a torturously slow rhythm. You want to grab her and fuck her hard, but you force yourself to lay still, to let her take control. She lowers her mouth to you, her breath hot against your skin. She kisses the tip, licking the pre-cum from the slit. The sensation is electric, and you have to grit your teeth to keep from coming right then and there.

Wanda smirks, her eyes flicking up to yours as she takes you in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your head. You can feel her eyes on you, watching every reaction, every twitch, and it's driving you wild. She takes you deeper, her hand still stroking, and you feel yourself losing control. You want to hold her there, to feel her mouth on you forever, but you know you can't. You don't want to come like this, not the first time. You need to be inside her, to feel her warmth and tightness.

With a growl, you pull her up and roll her onto her back, your cock pressing against her belly. You lean in and kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips. She wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer, her nails digging into your back. You kiss down her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath your lips. You kiss her chest, her breasts, her stomach, and finally, you're between her legs again.

You line yourself up with her, her heat and wetness beckoning. Pausing, you look at her, trying to decipher if there is any hesitation at what is about to happen. She nods her head, encouraging you to keep going. You push inside, inch by inch, feeling her tighten around you. She gasps, her nails scoring your back as you fill her. You still your hips, giving her a moment to adjust, and then you begin to move, your hips rolling into hers. The feeling is overwhelming, like you're finally home after a long, hard journey. You kiss her again, deep and passionate, feeling her legs lock around you, urging you deeper.

Her walls squeeze around you, and you can feel her getting closer. You reach down and play with her clit, her moans growing louder. "Wanda," you murmur against her neck, "I want to feel you come again." She nods, her breath coming in pants, and you pick up the pace, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her hips are moving with you now, her body begging for release. You can feel it building in her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. And when it hits, she screams out, her pussy spasming around you. It's all you can take, and you come, your orgasm ripping through you like a supernova, leaving you both trembling and panting.

You collapse on top of her, your hearts beating in sync, the sweat making your skin stick together. You kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "I'm sorry," you whisper, the words spilling out of you. "I'm sorry for everything."

Wanda's hands come up, cupping your face. "You don't have to be," she says, her voice filled with a tenderness that you never knew existed. "We're here now." And with that, you let yourself sink into her, the fear and doubt of before seemingly a lifetime away.

You pull back, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret. But what you see instead is pure contentment. You roll over, taking her with you, so she's straddling you, your cock still inside her. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close, feeling her breasts press against your chest with each of her breaths.

"Wanda," you whisper, "I didn't know it could feel like this."

Her eyes searched yours, and she nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Neither did I," she admitted, her voice filled with wonder.

You held her there, feeling the aftershocks of your shared passion. The room was silent except for the sound of your mingled breaths and the occasional creak of the house. Wanda leaned down to kiss you, her movements gentle and loving.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice a soft caress against your skin. She pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone, before nestling into the crook of your neck. "For trusting me. For letting go of your fears." her breath tickled the hairs along the side of your throat, causing goosebumps to erupt.

You returned the smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you for being patient," you said, your voice just as soft. "For giving me time."

Wanda raised her head to look into your eyes, her gaze filled with understanding. "I'll always give you time, Y/N. Always." Her words were like a balm to your soul, soothing the raw edges of your fear. Your eyes closed, and you sucked in a deep breath. "I know it's hard, but I'm not going anywhere. Please don't fight it."

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. "I know," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "I just don't want to ruin this."

Wanda's smile grew, her eyes shining with a love that took your breath away. "You won't," she assured you. "We'll figure it out together. I may have only known you personally through Piet and now for about a year- but you're not a bad person, Y/N." She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "You're just complicated. And that's what makes you intriguing."

Her words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, chasing away the chill of doubt. You felt your muscles relax, your grip on her hips loosening. "Complicated," you repeated with a small laugh. "That's one way to put it."

Wanda kissed the corner of your mouth, her smile mischievous. "It keeps things interesting," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Now, let's make things even more interesting, shall we?" She began to rock her hips, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You groaned, your cock hardening once again inside her.

Her movements grew bolder, her hips rolling against yours, and you knew you were lost. You grabbed onto her, holding her tight as she rode you, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and the sight of her was almost too much to handle. You watched her, your eyes locked onto her face as she chased her own release, her expression a mix of pleasure and concentration.

You reached up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight in your hands, her nipples peaked and sensitive. You rolled them gently, feeling her moan, her movements becoming more frantic. The sight was intoxicating, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment, the fear of before a distant memory. You sat up, wrapping your arms around her, her legs tightening around your waist as you began to thrust into her.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto yours, and you felt a connection so strong, it was like you were one being. She leaned in, her teeth grazing your bottom lip, and you knew she was close. You could feel it in the way she tightened around you, in the way her breath hitched. With one last, deep thrust, she came, her body shaking as she cried out. You followed her over the edge, your own release powerful and overwhelming.

You collapsed back onto the bed, her body still straddling yours, both of you gasping for air. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your veins. Wanda leaned down, her forehead resting against yours, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Wow," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

"Yeah," you agreed, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat. "Wow." You didn't know what to say, the enormity of what had just happened left you speechless. But you knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning. You had taken a leap of faith, and Wanda had caught you. You didn't know what the future held, but for now, you were content to lie there, her warmth surrounding you like a warm embrace.

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Come With Us and You Will See

Valkyrie's Halloween parties always brought out the lust in everyone. But between you, Wanda, and Natasha- you didn't share well. What happens when things get a little bit too spicy for your jealous ass to handle?

AN: Happy early Halloweenie, folks! I got a little carried away, so have fun!

18+ ONLY

TW: porn with plot, implied orgy, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, enchanted strap, slight degradation, WandaNat, spanking, multiple orgasms, sub/dom dynamic... yeahhh lemme know if I missed something XD

9.9K WORD COUNT

The Ghouls All Came From Their Humble Abodes

In the quiet, suburban neighborhood, a quaint house with a meticulously trimmed lawn stood out from the rest. It was the home of Natasha and Wanda, two middle-aged women with a penchant for the dramatic. They lived a life of vibrant colors and boundless imagination, turning every mundane event into an opportunity for celebration. Inside, the walls were adorned with paintings that whispered of distant lands, and the air had the scent of exotic spices, hinting at Natasha's love for cooking. Wanda, on the other hand, had a green thumb that could coax even the most stubborn of plants into a blooming pattern of life.

You had been a pleasant surprise to thier mundane routine. Young and full of life, you brought a spark to their lives that had been missing since their youth. They had found in you a muse, a playmate, and a confidante all rolled into one. The three of you had been inseparable since the fateful night you'd stumbled into Natasha's art gallery, lost in the rain, and she had offered you shelter.

The older women showed you another level of intimacy that you had only ever dreamed of- and in return, you gave them the orgasms they had been craving. They had taught you the art of seduction, whispering sweet nothings in Russian accents that made your toes curl, and your cheeks flush. Your days were filled with laughter, passion, and the gentle thrill of discovery as you learned the intricacies of their desires.

Tonight, you were destined for an adults-only costume party. Valkyrie, one of the trusted confidantes of your lovers, promised a night of revelry that would be unforgettable. You knew that the two women who had held your heart captive for the last 10 months were going to pull out all the stops for Halloween. The anticipation had been building all week, with Natasha and Wanda teasing you with glimpses of their costumes that grew more risque with each day.

In return, you made sure to let thier anticipation build as they tried to get you to reveal your costume. You had kept it a secret, smiling mischievously each time they asked, only saying that it was going to be something that would make their jaws drop. As the night of the party grew closer, the house buzzed with excitement.

You dusted your face, neck, and chest with a pale setting powder- dulling your skin tone to a milky white before applying some darker makeup to accentuate your already chiseled features. That was one thing that Wanda and Natasha both made sure to compliment you regularly about- how well you took care of yourself and your physique. The costume you've chosen was a nod to the grim reaper- a sleek black robe that clung to your broad shoulders and tapered to your waist, with a silver cane-sized scythe resting against the wall. The hood was drawn back, exposing your hair freshly dyed hair slicked back.

The darkness surrounding your eyes was contrasted by the contacts you chose to wear, and your chest was almost bare underneath, the robe was carefully fashioned to prevent your chest from being too revealed. You chose a simple pinstriped waistcoat and slacks, hiding the surprise you recently purchased for your two lovers.

As you stepped into the living room, Natasha and Wanda were waiting, their eyes on each other as they danced to some music in the living room, waiting for you to come downstairs. You silently leaned against the archway into the room, leaning with your cane in your hand. Not wanting to disrupt the moment, you watched them move in tandem, thier years of marriage apparent in how they moved as one.

Natasha, dressed as a sultry vampiress, had her hair in curls that cascaded down her shoulders, a crimson dress that hugged her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, and a necklace of gleaming black pearls around her neck. Her lips were a deep shade of red, matching the color of her fingernails and the tips of her sharp, vampiric teeth that peeked out when she smiled. Red was always her color, and any time she wore it, you made sure to make her aware- often, the blush you would cause rivaling the crimson she was adorned in.

Wanda, on the other hand, had chosen a more enigmatic costume. Her long, brown hair was swept into an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face. She was dressed as a fortune teller, complete with a sheer shawl draped over her shoulders and a crystal-laden neckline that drew attention to her piercing green eyes. Her dress was a deep, mysterious green that swirled around her legs as she danced, hinting at the secrets she was known to keep.

The women together were sure to stop any show, a breathtaking mixture of elegance and seductiveness that sent your pulse racing every time you saw them. As they caught sight of you, the music seemed to pause for a moment. Natasha's eyes widened with a predatory glint, and Wanda's lips curled into a knowing smile. They had both chosen costumes that left little to the imagination, but it was your transformation that truly stole their breath away.

Wanda broke free of Natasha's grasp, seemingly floating in your direction. "Detka," she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "you look absolutely... ravishing!"

Natasha stepped closer, her vampire cape billowing around her as she did so. "You've truly outdone yourself this time," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "The Grim Reaper has never looked so... alive, Malysh."

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sound echoing through the hallway as you twirled the scythe in your hand. "I had to match your level of drama," you replied, your gaze flicking between them.

Natasha sailed towards you, her fingertips grazing over the fabric of your costume. "But, my love," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck, "you've gone above and beyond." Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned closer, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to see what kind of mischief the three of us will get into tonight." Wanda's fingers danced along the exposed skin of your chest, leaving a lingering kiss on your collarbone before you guided them toward the door.

As you stepped into the night, the cool autumn air kissing your skin, Natasha and Wanda linked arms with you, their laughter a harmonious melody that filled the quiet streets. The party was already in full swing when you arrived at Valkyrie's, the throb of music and the cacophony of voices spilling out from the open windows. The house itself was transformed into a haunted mansion, complete with cobwebs, flickering lights, and an eerie fog that danced along the ground.

The moment you entered the party, all eyes turned towards the three of you. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, with guests dressed in various costumes that ranged from playful to downright terrifying, but all in varying levels of sinful. But it was Natasha and Wanda who truly stole the show. Their allure was magnetic, and the way they looked at you was nothing short of possessive. You felt a thrill of excitement and a hint of pride knowing you were the center of their universe.

Valkyrie, dressed as a scantily clad Viking queen, spotted you from across the room. She raised her goblet in a toast, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Welcome, my lovelies!" she bellowed, her strong voice cutting through the din. She wove through the crowd, her skirt swishing around her powerful legs. "You've outdone yourselves! Natasha, Wanda, your costumes are absolutely... divine," she said with a knowing wink, kissing them on the cheek. "And... Y/N, you look... stunning, my dear." Val leaned in to kiss your cheek but pecked a little too close to your mouth for comfort. You felt Wanda's grip on your arm tighten slightly, never having been a fan of how much Val took a liking to you.

The party was a whirlwind of activity. Enchanting witches and warlocks mingled with ghosts and beguiling goblins, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, booze, and food as the gathering was in full swing. Dancing bodies were everywhere, everyone dressed in a sexy costume of some sort, and you were sure that by the end of this party, most costumes would be discarded and forgotten on the floor. Val's parties always seemed to end that way.

You graciously accepted compliments and sipped from the goblet that was filled for you, feeling the buzz of alcohol melding with the electricity in the air. You, Nat, and Wanda had split up, floating from group to group and mingling on your own, compliments and praises being rained down on the three of you separately as well as together. The night was a blur of laughter and whispered conversations, of secrets shared and glances exchanged that promised much more than simple pleasantries. Eventually, Val made her way up to a makeshift stage in the center of the room, clearing her throat into a microphone to gain everyone's attention.

"Welcome, my dear guests, to the most wickedly enchanting night of the year!" she announced, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, as per tradition, we shall begin the costume contest!" There was a rush of cheers and claps as the lights dimmed, and a spotlight was directed towards the stage as the rest of the lights dimmed. You glanced around the room, Noticing that Nat and Wanda had made thier way back to each other and were staring at you expectantly from across the room. You shot them a cheeky wink before redirecting your attention, glancing around the room at all the costumes before you.

You laughed as Steve, dressed as a Chippendale Zombie, struggled to direct the spotlight where he wanted it. The room was a masquerade of shadows, clapping, and cheers as Steve guided the light to people who had voted to compete against one another. The costumes were a mix of pop culture references and old-school horror classics, each one more elaborate than the last.

Valkyrie announced each participant with flair, her voice resonating with the joy of the evening. Wand and Natasha both had been selected and were standing on opposite ends of the stage.  "And now, for the pièce de résistance," Valkyrie said, her eyes locking onto you, "our very own, sexy as hell, pun intended, Grim Reaper, Y/N!" The spotlight found you, and the room fell silent, save for the dull roar of the classic Halloween music.

You took a sip from your goblet, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you made your way to the stage, the silver scythe glinting under the lights. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, all eyes on you as you moved with a grace that belied your size. The scythe was surprisingly light, and you twirled it in one hand as you climbed the stairs with a dramatic flair, feeling every eye in the room on you.

You began to walk to Wanda, but Val pulled you towards her at center stage.

"Ah, ah," she said with a playful shake of her head, "let's get a good look at all our contestants before the final reveal of our winners." she winked at you, spinning you around before looping her arm with yours. You knew this was a dangerous game- Wanda and Natasha both had dark looks adorning thier features. They didn't like sharing you, not even in jest. And the feeling was mutual. The women caught everyone's eye no matter where you were, and they often poked at your jealousy. Even when the three of you came to Val's parties, you would only entertain the thought of the two women.

Others had tried to break into your threesomes before but never succeeded. The tension between you three was always palpable, a dance of desire and territorial claim. Val knew the rules and had always respected them, but tonight, she was pushing the boundaries with her playful flirting.

Wanda's eyes narrowed as she watched you with Val, her hand tightening around her crystal ball. Natasha's smile was forced, the vampiric fangs she wore glinting in the light as she took a sip from her goblet. The room grew hot with unspoken emotions, a silent battle of wills playing out.

The music picked up tempo as you watched Natasha strut across the stage, her crimson dress fluttering like the wings of a bat in the moonlight. She stopped in front of Wanda and did a dramatic twirl, her vampiric teeth gleaming as she sunk them into her bottom lip. Wanda, ever the performer, played along, her eyes never leaving yours as Natasha approached her, the scent of the incense Natasha had picked up at the local metaphysical shop swirling around her like a seductive fog.

Natasha leaned in, grasping Wanda by the waist and tiling her backward, exposing the brunette's neck. She leaned in, biting it gently, leaving an imprint of the fake teeth she had been wearing all night. The crowd gasped, but you knew it was all for show. Wanda's eyes never left yours as Natasha did this, a silent challenge dancing within their emerald depths. You felt your heart rate spike, a thrill of excitement and desire coursing through your veins. You tilted your head, almost in a pompous way, a seductive smirk gracing your features.

Your resolve waivered, however, when Val made her way over to the couple- grasping the back of Natasha's neck and whispering something in her ear before pulling Wanda closer, almost kissing her. They knew you would hate this, your hatred of watching someone commandeer them the way you usually did was not foreign to them. And yet, as Natasha's eyes sparkled with mischief, Wanda's with a hint of anger, you felt your desire flare up, a thrill of jealousy turning your cheeks hot.

You sucked in a sharp breath, shooting them both a pointed stare before turning your attention back to the party at hand. Val stalked back to you, leaning into your frame as she began to announce the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd place winners. Your gaze kept wandering over to Nat and Wanda, watching the tension build between them. You felt the anticipation in the air as the music grew more intense, and Val prepared to announce the winning contestant while her hands wandered all over your clothed chest.

The room was alight with whispers and guesses, the excitement reaching a crescendo as Valkyrie dramatically paused, her hand hovering over the envelope containing the first-place winner's name. "And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for!" she shouted, ripping open the envelope with a flourish. "The grand prize goes to..." She scanned the paper, her eyes flickering with amusement. "The Reaper!"

Val winked at you, leaning in towards your ear. "Don't have too much fun with them,"  she quipped. "Save some of your lovin' for the rest of us." Her words were playful, but you felt the underlying tension in the air thicken. You watched as she walked over to the two women, leaning in and kissing Natasha passionately before turning her attention to Wanda.

You felt your blood boil at Val's audacity, she knew better than to try and stake any claim to them without permission. That had always been the rule of these get-togethers. Permission had to be given, and for you three, it was never granted.

As Val pulled away from Wanda, the fortune teller's eyes flickered to yours, the emerald depths swirling with a mix of anger and arousal. Natasha's gaze was equally intense, the hunger in her eyes a silent declaration of war. You stepped forward, the silver scythe gliding through the air as you approached the stage. The crowd parted, creating a path for you, their whispers a symphony of anticipation.

You pushed Val out of the way, staring down the two women with whom you shared the most intimate moments. "Looks like I've got two wayward little souls to collect," you murmured darkly, the corners of your mouth curling up in a sinister smile. The crowd hushed, sensing the sudden shift in the room's dynamic. Natasha visibly gulped at how dark your aura became while Wanda stood with her legs crossed, her eyes dilated with lust at your possessiveness.

You stepped closer to Natasha, your hand reaching up to remove the cape from her shoulders. She trembled under your touch, the fabric sliding off with ease, revealing her crimson dress. "I think it's time for my prize," you said, your voice low and filled with promise. Your hand slid down her arm, the fabric of your glove sending a shiver down her spine as you gently pulled her closer. You leaned in, your breath hot on her neck. "You know what happens to those who don't respect the rules of the game."

She released a breathy gasp, goosebumps erupting where your breath touched her skin. You suddenly pulled away, turning to Wanda, who was further gone than her wife.

"And you, darling..." you glared at the darkened eyes of your other lover, stepping towards her shivering frame. "Are you such an impatient little whore that you have to stand there, legs crossed, to get the friction you want?" You whispered in Wanda's ear, her body visibly responding to your words. "Tell me, Wanda," you began, raising your hand to her neck as you tilted her head, making Natasha's bite mark stand out in the dim light. "Do you think that you should be...punished?" your inflection on the punishment caused a moan to escape her, her eyes pinched shut.

Without waiting for a response, you leaned in and claimed her mouth, your teeth grazing her bottom lip as Natasha watched with a mix of jealousy and arousal. The crowd had gone silent, the music now nothing but a faint background to the scene unfolding on stage. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, her desire palpable. You knew it was a dance you had to perform, a dance of power and submission that the three of you had perfected over the months.

You pulled away, noting that others in the party had started to strip thier partners for the night in various states of intimacy while others watched the three of you. "I think we need to show everyone who you two belong to." You commanded between the two, your grip tightening on Wanda's hip and Natasha's arm. You didn't have to say it out loud; they knew the score.

"I have a surprise for the two of you," you said with a wicked smile as you led Natasha and Wanda to the center of the stage, the crowd that had made its way up part for you like the Red Sea. You had planned this moment for weeks, ever since you heard about the party. You had bought something special for them, a costume that would not only blow their minds but also cement your dominance over them for the rest of the night.

The lights grew dimmer, and the music slowed to a seductive rhythm as if the room itself was holding its breath in anticipation. You sat on the throne that was perched on the highest point of the stage, grasping Natasha by the back of her neck and pulling her in for a searing kiss. You could hear Wanda moan next to you, the passion between the three of you always making the other weak. The audience watched, enraptured by the raw intimacy playing out before them.

You broke the kiss, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked Natasha in the eyes, the intensity of the moment causing her pupils to dilate. "Strip for me," you murmured, your voice low and demanding. The crowd's anticipation grew as Natasha obeyed, her hands moving to the neckline of her crimson dress. She made a show of it as she peeled it away from her body, revealing her full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to her skin for a brief moment before it fell to the floor. Her body was a canvas of desire, already painted with the sweat of the dance and the anticipation of the night ahead as she sat on the right-hand arm of your current seat.

You turned your attention to Wanda, who was seated on the other arm of the throne, reaching up and pulling her down roughly, causing her to fall to her knees in front of you. Her eyes never left yours as you untied the laces of her fortune teller's top, revealing the taut, toned stomach and the lacy lingerie that you knew would make Natasha's mouth water. You watched as Natasha's gaze roved over Wanda's exposed flesh, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she took in the sight.

"Wanda," you directed, watching her suck her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Take it off," you ordered, your voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. The fortune teller's eyes smoldered with need as she obeyed, her top falling away and exposing the matching crimson bra beneath. The crowd's whispers grew louder, a symphony of desire and excitement that only fueled your own.

Before you knew it, Wanda was nude on her knees in front of you, and Natasha was bare on your right hand, her own hands wandering over your partially exposed chest. The crowd's whispers grew to a murmur of appreciation, the room a sea of lustful energy. You leaned back on the throne, your eyes taking in the beauty of your lovers, feeling like the king of the world.

"Now," you began, your voice has become deeper and raspier with lust. You grasped one of Natasha's hands, guiding it down towards the newest addition to your repertoire. You motioned for Wanda to lean in, and she did so diligently, resting her cheek on your upper thigh as she watched Natasha's hand as she raked her own up and down your inner thigh. "I want to show you what I've got for you," you whispered, your free hand reaching out and raking through the brunette's hair.

Natasha took the hint, reaching down to the apex of your thighs, feeling the girth that rests between your toned thighs. You looked up as she moaned at the discovery, her breathing becoming audibly heavier. You watched as Natasha's hand began to stroke the length of your fake cock, her eyes never leaving yours as she did so, a silent question in them. You nodded, giving her the go-ahead, and she leaned down, unzipping the fly of your slacks as Wanda unbuckled your belt.

The room was a haze of desire as Natasha pulled out the strap-on you had hidden beneath your costume. It was a sleek, black, and realistic dildo, a symbol of power and dominance in the bedroom that you wanted to use with the women after your first meaningful night together. The crowd watched with bated breath as Natasha held it up, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of trepidation. Wanda looked up at you with a mix of excitement and fear, the thrill of the unknown sparking a fire within her that you hadn't seen in quite some time. There was a red glint in Wanda's eyes as she gazed up and down the length of the toy.

You groaned as Natasha spit onto the tip of the toy, her deft hand working it up and down as Wanda kissed the shaft, as well as your stomach and the exposed portions of your thighs. They were working you to a high quickly, the feeling almost like you had a pulsing cock. The room's anticipation grew as Nat leaned back, placing the toy against her mouth, her eyes locked on yours. She sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the head before she pulled away, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

"I think that someone needs to be punished, sweet girl." You grasp Natasha's chin, gazing into her hazy eyes. They widen when she realizes that you're talking to her. You gesture to Wanda, still on her knees, her eyes dark with want. "Take your punishment," you murmur, and she nods, eager for whatever you have in store for her. "And you," you send a pointed command to the brunette waiting at your side. "Sit still and watch like the good girl I know you are. You know what happens if you don't."

A sneering smile crept across your features as she nodded her head rapidly. "Good girl, Wands. Behave like that, and maybe I'll reward you instead." The room watched in anticipation as Natasha began to work the strap-on around your waist, her hands shaking with excitement as her mouth wrapped around the tip. You could almost swear that it felt like the member was attached, but you chalked it up to the passion of the moment and how good the two women before you looked on thier knees for you.

Natasha continued her relentless assault on the toy that was wrapped around your hips, effectively gagging herself as she prodded the back of her throat with your toy. Wanda's eyes were glued to the scene, her mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. You leaned back, your hand reaching for Natasha's hair, gripping it tightly as you began to rock your hips into her face, the leather of the strap-on creaking with each movement.

The crowd watched with bated breath, the energy of the room palpable as Natasha's moans grew louder around your strap-on, her eyes glazed with lust. You knew she was enjoying this; the power play was a new twist on your usual dynamic, and it was driving her wild. You watched as Wanda's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers delving into her wetness as she watched Natasha's face contort with pleasure.

The music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with your pulse as Natasha pulled away, gasping for air. You leaned down and whispered something in her ear, your hand still tangled in her hair, and she nodded eagerly. You glanced in Wanda's direction, watching as her fingers delved deep into her heat, the passionate sound of her arousal echoing on the stage as her digits buried themselves deep within her tight pussy.

You couldn't be bothered to correct her behavior with the view of Natasha bent over, ass up before you. "You know what to do," you murmured, and Natasha nodded as you tangled your fingers in her now disheveled hair. She took a step back, her hand reaching around to tease her clit as she inched backward, gasping when you slapped her sodden folds with the length of the toy. She moaned and began to rock her hips towards you as she sought more friction. You smirked, stroking the length attached to your hips as her arousal dripped onto the shaft.

With a swift thrust, you pushed into Natasha, her body jolting at the intrusion. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching as you claimed her before everyone. The sight was intoxicating, Natasha's body stretching to accommodate you as Wanda watched with bated breath. You began to move, a slow rhythm that had Natasha's legs trembling and her eyes rolling back into her head. You reached around her, playing with her clit as you fucked her, her moans echoing through the room, as other partygoers similar sounds of passion echoed throughout Val's living room.

Wanda was now standing beside you, her hand buried in between her thighs as she watched Natasha take your toy like a champ. She leaned in, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, "Fuck me, please," You felt a jolt of excitement at her words, the desire to see her in action taking hold. You nodded, and the hand you had been using to fondle Natasha's right breast slid over Wanda's drenched folds.

Your fingers slid into her slickness, her juices coating your hand as you began to pump her in sync with the rhythm you had set with Natasha. The two of them were a sight to behold, both moaning and writhing before you. Natasha's eyes found yours in the mirrored wall behind the stage, the reflection showing the intensity of her climb to climax. Wanda's hand had moved to your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she rode the wave of pleasure you had started.

The room had gone quiet, the only sound you could hear now was Natasha's grunts and Wanda's whimpers, the slap of the strap-on against Natasha's ass echoing through the space. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, a mix of envy and arousal that fueled your desire. You picked up the pace, Natasha's moans growing more desperate as she pushed back into you, her hand a blur as she pleasured herself.

Using your other hand, you grabbed Natasha's loose hair, pulling her back so her back was now pressed against your front. You leaned down and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, your teeth grazing the shell of it as you felt her pussy tighten around the strap-on. The crowd was a sea of hungry eyes, the room thick with lust as you brought Natasha to the edge of orgasm. You knew they were all imagining themselves in her place, all craving the feeling of your dominance and the power of the toy that was now buried deep within her.

"You feel so good, baby," you rasped into the redhead's ear, her head lolling backward and resting on your shoulder as you deftly switched your hand from her hair to the front of her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. You honestly felt like you could feel her walls tightening on the shaft of the toy, a sensation that was surprisingly erotic despite the barrier of the strap-on. You watched as Natasha's orgasm grew closer, her body tensing as you whispered sweet, dirty nothings into her ear, your hand tightening on her neck, a silent promise of the crescendo approaching.

Wanda leaned in closer, her breathing ragged as she watched Natasha's face contort in pleasure. "Please," she whispered, "please let me come." You smirked, knowing she was close, her hand moving faster as she chased her release. You released Nat's neck, reaching down with your hand and slapping Natasha's ass hard, the sound resounding through the room, causing her to cry out.

"You both know the rules," you panted out, your tone commanding as they both began to reach thier peak. "You don't come without my permission," you whispered, your grip on Natasha's neck returning as she whimpered around your strap-on. You watched Wanda's movements become more and more erratic, knowing this was a battle of wills she was bound to lose.

As Natasha's body tightened around you, her muscles spasming as she reached climax, you felt the room's energy shift. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for your next move. You pulled out of Natasha with a wet pop, her body slumping forward as you turned to face Wanda, your hand still buried in Natasha's hair.

"Do we want to find out what happens to bad girls who don't follow the rules, malyshka?" You growl at Wanda, knowing she was not far behind the woman who just came without permission. She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with need. You released Natasha, letting her collapse to the floor, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at you with a mix of relief and regret, knowing a punishment was going to follow.

"Tell me, Wanda," you panted out, trying to catch your breath before you continued. "What do you think her punishment should be?" You didn't wait for Wanda to answer. Instead, you grabbed Natasha by the throat, lifting her to her feet and pushing her to her knees next to the fortune teller. Wanda stepped closer to you, allowing your fingers to slide in deeper as you repeatedly prodded the sensitive spot within her. Your pace picked up, becoming relentless as she withheld her pending orgasm.

"I think..." she began, staring at the sweaty, heaving chest of the woman next to you. "She should watch as you fu...FUCK me," she moaned, her nipples bouncing in front of your face at a tantalizing pace. You smirked, your hand sliding out of her pussy to give her clit a sharp pinch, making her squeal.

"Pretty girls like you don't need to be thinking," you shoved your drenched digits soaked in Wanda's arousal, into Natasha's mouth, forcing her to suck on them as you fucked her mouth with them. "You just need to feel," you murmured, watching Natasha's eyes glaze over with pleasure as she tasted Wanda on you. Wanda's moan grew louder, her hand flying to her own throat, mimicking the grip you had on Natasha's neck, as she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Full. You both just want to be full, don't you? My little sluts."

You turned to Natasha, your hand coming down to her face and slapping it gently, her eyes watering as she nodded eagerly. "Good," you whispered, releasing her throat. "Now, let's get started on that punishment." You turned to Wanda, whose legs were shaking, her eyes begging for release. You stepped back, your cock throbbing with the need to fill one of them. Looking around, you noticed a few pairs of handcuffs resting next to the throne, so you grabbed two of them and quickly handcuffed Natasha's hands to the arm of the throne, leaving her seated next to the chair, unable to pleasure herself.

The crowd was now fully invested, their eyes glued to the three of you as the tension grew. You turned to Wanda, who was still standing before you, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. "You know what you need to do," you said, your voice still low and commanding. She nodded, standing up and straddling your lap, her hands reaching behind her to rest on your thighs as she teased herself with the tip of the strap, her arousal dripping onto your thighs and the length before you.

"Do you feel that, detka?" she leaned in, whispering against your ear. Your gaze shifted to something inquisitive as you stared at her, a mischievous grin sweeping across her features. "I may or may not have..." she moaned as she took the tip and pressed it against herself, just barely penetrating her pussy before lifting herself back off. The feeling seemed to intensify for you, and you weren't sure if it was the performance you three were putting on or the way these two made you feel.

Wand leaned in, her hands now coming to rest on either side of your face. "I want you to feel us, and we want to feel you," she began, kissing you deeply before pulling back. She released your face, guiding the tip back to her soaked entrance as she eased onto the length. "I enchanted the strap, baby," she moaned as you let out a guttural groan at the feeling and the admission.

"Fuck, Wanda," you began, grasping her hips tightly as you helped her take the full length. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt the pleasure rush over you, the room fading away to nothing but the three of you. Wanda's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing heavy as she began to rock her hips back and forth, the chair creaking with each movement.

You watched as Natasha's eyes grew wider, her breaths becoming pants as she watched the two of you. You reached out with your free hand, stroking her cheek as she leaned in, her mouth open and desperate for your kiss. You denied her, pulling away just as she closed the distance, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

"You want a taste of this?" you taunted, your voice thick with desire. "You'll have to behave," you reminded her, your eyes flicking to hers, a promise of punishment in them. Natasha nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving yours as you began to fuck Wanda in earnest. The strap-on sliding in and out of her, the feeling of Wanda's silky smooth walls clenching around you intoxicating.

You reached down with your free hand, stroking Natasha's wet folds, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned at the feeling of your fingers. The crowd had gone wild, their cheers and catcalls egging you on as you brought Wanda closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her breathing shallow as she neared her climax. You could feel her pussy tightening around you, her body begging for release.

"P...please...." Wanda's voice was a breathless whisper as she bobbed up and down on the strap-on. Her body was trembling with need, her orgasm so close it was palpable in the air. You could feel it in the way she clenched around you, in the way her thighs quivered, and in the desperate little sounds she was making. It was driving you crazy, the desire to give in and let her come was almost too much to bear. But you held firm, your hand now on Natasha's throat, keeping her at bay.

"Please..." you mocked Wanda, egging her to beg more. "Please, what?" Her eyes snapped open, and you knew you had her just where you wanted her. "Please, let me come," she begged, her raspy voice barely above a whisper. You could hear the heaviness of her accent slipping through, a dead giveaway that she was beyond ready.

"That's a good girl, Wands. See, Natasha?" you turned your gaze from the panting mess bouncing up and down on your lap to see the blown eyes of the redhead who had shifted so she was on her knees, her knuckles white as she grasped the arm of the chair. She nodded frantically, acknowledging your statement. "This is what happens when you're a good slut," you whispered, watching Natasha's eyes flicker with desire.

Wanda's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Natasha, the two of them sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated hunger. "Come for us," you murmured, your voice thick with the desire that coated the room. And with that, Wanda's body tightened around you, her back arching as she let out a scream that could have shattered glass. You felt the warmth of her orgasm through the toy, and it was all you could do to hold on to Natasha's neck as you watched her ride out the wave of pleasure.

You felt a dripping sensation as you looked down, a devilish grin on your face. Wanda had squirted all over your chest, the makeup now barely present on your chest as the combination of sweat and her arousal had long since worn it off. You looked at Natasha, her eyes glued to the spot between Wanda's legs, watching the show with a hunger that hadn't been there before. You knew that she was desperate to feel that same pleasure, but you weren't quite done with Wanda yet.

You gently lifted Wanda off the length that was nestled between her thighs, a whimper leaving her as the toy left her with a distinctive sloshing. Sliding down off the cushion of the chair, you sat on the ground in front of it, grasping Wanda’s thighs and pulling her towards you. She had no energy to protest, as the sudden shift caused her to lose her balance and brace herself using the arms of the chair as you kissed up to the apex of her thighs. Sliding one hand around to her ass, you cupped one of her cheeks as you pushed her towards your waiting mouth.

Her pussy was a mess of cum and sweat, the scent of her desire intoxicating. You didn't hesitate, burying your face in her folds and licking up the juices that had pooled at her entrance. You heard Natasha whine but ignored her, focusing solely on the trembling form of your other partner. Wanda's legs gave out slightly, but you kept her upright, her back arching as you began to suck and nibble at her clit. The taste of her was divine, and you felt the cock pulse below you.

You reached down, stroking the length with your other hand as you continued to devour Wanda as she hovered above you. The strap-on was slick with her juices, and you couldn't help but revel in the power you had over both of them and moan at the feeling. Natasha watched, her eyes wide with lust as she felt her arousal build once again, unable to touch herself thanks to your earlier punishment.

Wanda's legs began to quiver, her breath coming in gasps as you brought her closer and closer to another peak. The room was a symphony of moans and whispers, the tension palpable as everyone watched the intimate scene unfold before them. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, so you shifted your head so you could look at her while you worked your tongue through her wife's folds. Her eyes were wide with desire, and she was visibly fighting the handcuffs, trying to free herself so she could get some relief.

You chuckled darkly, enjoying the power you had over Natasha's body and the way her chest heaved with frustration. "Do you like watching?" you taunted her, your voice muffled by Wanda's pussy. "You want a taste?" You didn't wait for Natasha to respond before pulling away from Wanda's clit, leaving it pulsing and swollen and her crying out in frustration. You stood up, the strap-on still slick with Wanda's juices, and approached Natasha. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours, as she took the length into her mouth, sucking and licking at her wife's arousal coating the strap.

The crowd watched with rapt attention as Natasha's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth moving with renewed enthusiasm. You smirked, knowing she was desperate to come, her punishment only making her more eager. You reached down, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand as you felt your orgasm building. Wanda's legs were shaking; her eyes glossed over with desire as she watched Natasha service the toy. You pulled the witch up by her chin, kissing her passionately as she kneeled in the seat, her hands resting next to Natasha's. You continued to thrust into Nat's mouth, panting into your kiss with Wanda as the feeling of the spy's tongue against the enchanted toy caused you to quickly approach your climax. You moaned as she pulled away with a pop before fully engorging herself onto the length.

Plunging your other hand back into the soaked depths of Wanda's core, you quickly worked her back up, matching her crescendo as you commanded her to come at the same time as you. You could feel her inner walls clench around your fingers, and Natasha's eyes went wide as she felt the toy throb in her mouth, knowing you were about to climax. With a roar, you came, the force of it pushing Natasha back slightly, the strap-on spurting a stream of sticky cum that hit her in the face. She took it all, her eyes never leaving yours as the warm fluid coated her cheeks and mouth, her tongue eagerly lapping up every drop.

Wanda's knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the throne, her body trembling from the intensity of the shared orgasm. You stepped back, the strap-on still pulsing slightly as Natasha's eyes remained locked on it, her desire unquenched. You reached down, unbuckling the handcuffs, and Natasha's eyes widened in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Now, it's your turn," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you pulled Natasha up from her knees. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak from the prolonged arousal and the recent punishment. Wanda watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, her chest still heaving from the powerful climax you had just given her. You led Natasha to the chair, pushing her down so she sat straddled in front of it, her legs spread wide, displaying her wet pussy to the eager crowd. You pushed her face down, burying it into Wanda's pussy as you slammed into the redhead, a loud, guttural moan escaping you as her tight heat enveloped the strap.

The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the trio, as you fucked Natasha with the same intensity that had brought Wanda to her peak. Natasha's muffled moans were music to your ears, her body squirming with each deep thrust, her tongue still working Wanda's clit. The fortune teller leaned back into the throne, her hands tangled in Natasha's hair as she felt another wave of pleasure crash around her.

"Now, Natasha," you growled, pulling her face away from Wanda's pussy. "You've been a good girl, watching and waiting. But I think it's time you got what you've been begging for." You grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around so she faced the audience, her back pressed against the chair. With one swift motion, you buried the strap-on into her, making her gasp loudly. The room was alive with lust and arousal, the air thick with the scent of sex as the crowd watched you claim her or they pleased their partners.

Natasha's eyes rolled back in her head, her legs spread wide and her back arching as you began to fuck her in earnest. Her moans grew louder with every thrust, echoing through the room, and you could feel the power of your control over her body as she responded to your every move. Wanda watched, her desire rekindling as she saw Natasha's pleasure. "Good girl," you murmured, your voice a low growl of approval. "Take it all for us."

The crowd was entranced, their eyes locked on the three of you as you moved together in a dance of dominance and submission. You could feel Natasha's muscles tightening around the strap-on, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. You leaned in, biting her ear as you whispered, "Cum for us, Natasha. Show them what a good slut you are."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, and she nodded frantically, her moans growing more desperate. You reached around her, pinching her nipples hard, watching as her back arched away from your chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, Natasha's moans growing louder with each thrust. Wanda leaned forward, her hand slipping between Natasha's legs to rub her clit in time with your strokes. The redhead's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as you both pushed her towards her climax.

The room was alive with the sound of passion; the other partygoers had forgotten their own desires as they watched the three of you, the tension in the air crackling like electricity. You felt Natasha's muscles tighten around the strap-on and knew she was close. You didn't relent, instead pushing deeper, your rhythm never faltering. Wanda's hand moved faster, her other hand gripping Natasha's hip as she helped you drive her closer and closer to the edge.

Natasha's eyes rolled back, her body writhing in ecstasy as she approached climax. The sight was too much for some in the audience, and you could hear the faint sounds of others reaching their peaks as they watched the erotic display unfold before them. You leaned in, your breath hot against Natasha's neck as you whispered, "Cum for me, Natasha. Show them how much you love being my little slut."

Her response was immediate, her body tensing as she screamed out her orgasm. The room seemed to pulse with the force of it, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You could feel her pussy spasm around the strap-on, her legs quivering uncontrollably as she rode the wave. You didn't stop, keeping your rhythm steady and deep as Natasha's body convulsed in pleasure, her moans echoing through the room.

Wanda's eyes were glossed over with lust as she watched Natasha's climax, her arousal evident in the way she ground against the chair, her hand moving between her legs in a silent testament to her own need. You withdrew the strap-on from Natasha's trembling body, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a silent O of pleasure. You turned to Wanda, the toy still pulsing with Natasha's orgasm, and offered it to her, a silent invitation for her to taste her wife's pleasure.

Wanda took it without hesitation, her eyes never leaving yours as she licked the length clean, savoring the taste of Natasha's release. The sight sent a thrill through you, and you knew the night was far from over. You stepped away from the throne, Natasha's legs quivering as she tried to stand before you. You offered her a hand, pulling her to you, before trapping her lips in a scolding kiss. You could feel the power thrumming between the three of you, a heady mix of desire and dominance that was intoxicating.

"Now, Natasha," you murmured against her lips, "it's time for your punishment." You led her to a nearby table, bending her over the edge. The room was still silent, the tension palpable as the crowd watched, eager to see what would come next. You eased the strap back into her, burying it to the hilt before you leaned forward. "I want you to count for me, baby. If you miss a number, we start over. Got it?"

Natasha nodded, her breathing heavy with anticipation. You began to spank her, each slap echoing through the room. With each slap, you delivered a powerful thrust, nailing her G-spot every time. The sound of your hand connecting with her flesh was a symphony of power and passion, and she counted off the numbers, her voice trembling with every thrust. "One... two... three..." The crowd was spellbound, some whispering to each other, others touching themselves, unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.

Wanda, now standing beside you, watched with a mix of love and hunger. She reached out, caressing Natasha's back, her hand gliding down to her ass to feel the heat rising from the spanking. Her desire was evident in the way she bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving the spot where your bodies connected. You felt her hand sneak around Natasha's body, her fingers sliding into Natasha's wetness, joining the strap-on in a delicious dance of dominance and desire.

The combined feeling of Natasha's walls clenching around the toy and Wanda's fingers sliding in to join was almost too much for you to bear. You picked up the pace, your hand coming down harder and faster with each number she called out. The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the three of you as the scene grew more intense. You could feel Natasha's body beginning to shake, her voice growing weaker as the pleasure mounted.

"Eigh...nine..." she gasped, her voice breaking on the last number. You stopped abruptly, pulling the strap-on out of her making her whimper. "What was that, Natasha?" you asked, your voice a mix of mock anger and amusement. "Did you forget your place?" She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over with desire. You knew she was begging for more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a smirk, you leaned down, whispering into her ear, "You know what happens when you're a naughty slut, don't you?" She moaned in response, pushing her ass back against the cold, hard table. You stepped back, admiring the view of her reddened skin and the way her legs trembled with anticipation. You gestured to Wanda, who stepped closer, a wicked glint in her eyes.

The crowd was enamored by the show you three were putting on, captivated by your dynamic. Their eyes were either glued to the three of you, their whispers a backdrop to Natasha's counting, or they were creating thier symphony of moans, screams, and skin slapping as they chased thier highs. You could feel the anticipation in the air, the thrill of watching something so intimate and raw. Wanda's hand joined yours, both of you spanking Natasha in unison, her moans growing louder with each smack. "Ten... eleven..." she gasped, her voice strained.

With each number, your strokes grew more intense, and Wanda's fingers curled inside Natasha's pussy, feeling the wetness that was yours alone to give her. You watched Natasha's body tense, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table. The power in the room shifted, your dominance over Natasha clear as day, and Wanda's submission to your will just as palpable. Her hand in yours, the two of you punished Natasha's ass in a rhythmic dance of pain and pleasure that had the entire room on the edge of their seats.

Natasha's legs began to shake uncontrollably as you delivered blow after blow, as her wife continued to stretch her walls. "Come for us, Nat," you growled, leaning forward so your breath tickled the shell of her ear. "Come like the good little slut you are."

With a final scream, Natasha's orgasm crashed over her, her body collapsing onto the table as Wanda's fingers slid out, and you slid the strap back into her, helping Nat to ride out her orgasm. You could feel her pussy tighten around the strap-on, her muscles pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. You didn't miss a beat, pulling Natasha upright, the strap-on still deep within her. She leaned heavily against you, panting and spent, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

Wanda stepped in front of Natasha, her hand reaching for the toy that was still buried deep inside her. You watched as she began to grind against it, her eyes locking onto Natasha's as she whispered, "Look how good you're taking Y/N, Nat." Natasha's eyes widened, and she nodded, her breathing ragged as she watched her wife's face contort with pleasure. You could feel Natasha's pussy clench around the strap-on with every movement Wanda made, and you knew she was just moments away from another orgasm. You reached around, pinching the redhead's nipples, tweaking them as you pulled her towards you.

"Wait for me, Nat. Don't cum until I say," Wanda's voice growled as she watched, her eyes dark with lust. Natasha nodded, her body a taut bowstring of desire, her eyes pleading for release.

Your thrusts began to grow more erratic, the pleasure building in your core. You could feel Natasha's need, her body begging for more, but you held off, savoring the moment, the power of the scene.

Wanda leaned in, her breath hot on Natasha's neck as she whispered, "Tell us when you're close." Natasha's eyes squeezed shut, her voice barely above a whimper, "Now. Oh god, now." You smirked, giving a final, deep thrust before pulling the strap-on out, leaving her pussy gaping and wet. The audience watched, their breaths bated as Wanda took Natasha's place, straddling the chair with an eager look in her eyes. You didn't waste a moment, sliding the toy back into her, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Natasha's hands found their way to her chest, pinching and twisting her nipples in time with your movements, her moans joining the chorus of the room. The sight was more than you could handle, and with a roar, you came, the strap-on spurting a thick load of cum into Wanda's pussy. She moaned her climax building, her body trembling as the warmth coated her skin. You didn't stop, your hips moving in a relentless rhythm as Natasha's hand slipped between her wife's legs, circling her clit as she stumbled over the edge again.

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, the room vibrating with the energy of the moment. You stepped away from the chair, the strap-on still pulsing as you watched Natasha collapse into Wanda's arms. The two of them kissed, sharing the taste of victory and desire, Natasha's cum mixing with Wanda's arousal. You felt a thrill run through you, watching them together, knowing you were the one who had brought them to this point.

Carefully, you slipped the strap off your hips, the enchanted phallus still twitching from the intensity of the shared release. Natasha and Wanda clung to each other, their kisses deep and hungry, fueled by the aftermath of their public display of submission and dominance. The warm stickiness between Wanda's thighs was a testament to your power, a visual symbol of the pleasure you had wielded so masterfully. You felt a thrill of pride as Natasha looked over at you, her eyes glowing with a mix of love and admiration. You stepped closer, reaching out to cup Wanda's cheek, bringing her attention to you as well. The three of you shared a moment of silent understanding, the power dynamics pulsing between you like an invisible force.

Valkyrie herself approached, her eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and desire. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "That was quite a performance," she purred. "I never knew you had it in you."

"Back off, Val," you warned your voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Natasha's spine as she clung to Wanda. Wanda's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hint of jealousy in them, but she quickly softened under your hardened gaze, remembering her place. You turned to the crowd, your chest heaving with exertion, the strap-on still in your hand, dripping with Natasha's cum. "Val, it's never wise to covet what's not yours," you said, a smug smile playing on your lips as you stepped closer to Natasha, who was still trying to catch her breath.

The room went quiet again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. You knew everyone was watching, waiting for what would happen next. You reached out, stroking Natasha's cheek with the back of your hand, smearing a line of cum across it. "Let me call the driver, let's get home," you murmured, the softness of your voice a stark contrast to the raw power you had just displayed. You collected the costumes, giving Wanda and Natasha a moment to recover. The crowd parted as you led the way, the air thick with the scent of sex and the electricity of unspoken desires.

"Let us go home and get cleaned up," you start. Natasha and Wanda let out a contented sigh. They nodded in unison, their faces flushed with pleasure and a hint of exhaustion from the intense experience. You wrapped thier coats around them, leading the way out of the party, the sound of the crowd's applause and whispers following you as you exit the grand ballroom.

The cool night air hit your skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere you just left behind. The thrill of the performance was still with you, the power dynamics resonating in your very core. "Thank you," Wanda murmured, her voice barely audible as she leaned into you, her hand finding yours. Natasha walked on your other side, her arm wrapped around your waist, her eyes on the ground, the picture of submissive satisfaction.

As you approached the limo, the driver held the door open, his eyes averted respectfully. You slid into the plush interior, Natasha settling onto your lap, her legs spread wide, inviting Wanda to straddle you both. The door clicked shut, and the car glided into the night, leaving the party and its prying eyes behind. "So," you began, your voice a purr of satisfaction. "What shall we do next?"

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 7 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.3K

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You Say You Want Me, But You Know I'm Not What You Need

Pietro's words weighed heavy on you throughout your work week as you buried yourself in your latest projects. Every time you thought about Wanda, which was more than you cared to admit, the conversation with her brother- and your best friend echoed in your mind. It was like he had peeled back the layers of your defenses and seen right through to the fear that was holding you back. You knew he was right, that you couldn't live your life in fear, but the thought of hurting her was paralyzing.

Friday evening finally rolled around, and with it, the promise of the weekend. You decided to visit the local bar, hoping the noise and the company of strangers would help distract you from your tumultuous thoughts. As you sipped your beer, you watched the crowd, their laughter, and chatter creating a wall of white noise that you wished could drown out the voice in your head. A voice that had been echoing in the depths of your mind since that night you had shared with her.

As you were lost in thought, the door of the bar swung open, and Wanda walked in, looking radiant despite the sadness that still lingered in her eyes. You felt your heart drop as she scanned the room, and when she saw you, she paused, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned away. You knew you couldn't avoid her forever. You downed the rest of your drink and approached her, your steps feeling heavier with each inch that brought you closer.

"Hey," you said softly, trying to keep your voice from cracking. She turned to face you, her eyes wary but open. "Can we talk?"

Wanda nodded, and you led her to a quieter corner of the bar, the neon lights casting a soft glow on her features. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Pietro came to talk to me," you began, watching the way her expression tightened. "He's worried about you."

Wanda looked down at her drink, her fingers playing with the condensation on the glass. "I know," she murmured. "I've been avoiding him too." You tried to ignore the pang in your chest, feeling like you had caused this. She was avoiding you, which made sense. But she was also avoiding her brother.

"Wanda," you started, "I need to tell you something." She met your gaze, her eyes searching for something you weren't sure you could provide. "I've been thinking about that night. And what happened between us." She nodded slightly, her expression unreadable. "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm just...scared."

She looked up, the sadness in her eyes shimmering with a hint of anger. "Scared of what, Y/N?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to find the right words. "Scared of losing you," you admitted. "Scared of hurting you. Scared of not being enough." You looked down at the table, finding the rough texture suddenly interesting. "My last relationship, it…it was a mess. And it isn't fair to you," you took a deep breath, feeling her hands slide into your nervous ones. "I don't want it to feel like I am taking my issues out on you."

Wanda's grip tightened, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Y/N, I'm not just anyone," she said, her voice firm. "I know you're going through stuff, but so am I. And I know we can work through it together." She paused, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. "But if you don't want to, if you think we can't, then I'll respect that."

You swallowed hard, looking into her eyes and seeing the hurt you had caused. "It's not that," you said, your voice cracking. "It's just that I've hurt so many people before. And I don't know if I can handle it if I hurt you too."

Wanda leaned in closer, her voice soft but firm. "But what if we don't let fear dictate our future? What if we take a chance, and maybe, just maybe, it's the best thing for both of us? We can also help each other, Y/N."

You felt your resolve wavering, the warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her words reaching deep within you. "I want that," you whispered, "but I'm so scared."

"So am I," she started, gripping your hands tighter to help reassure you. "Your reputation proceeds you, Y/N. Pietro definitely told me a lot about you before you moved here." She took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. "But I've seen a different side of you. One that is kind, caring, and...scared." She gave a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm taking a risk, too, you know. I've never felt this way before."

Her confession hit you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, the bar didn't seem so crowded anymore. It was just you and Wanda, in your own little bubble. "Wanda," you whispered, leaning closer to her, "I can't explain what it is. There is this pull, I just want to be around you. I think about you constantly."

Wanda's smile was faint but genuine. "Then why are we fighting it?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.

You took a deep breath, feeling your chest tighten. "Because I don't know if I can give you what you need," you confessed. "I don't know if I can be the person you deserve."

"Let me decide that, Y/N." Wanda's voice was steady, her eyes unwavering. "You can't live your life assuming the worst."

You searched her eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all you found was a determination that mirrored your own. "I know," you began, leaning back into the booth you were seated in. "I can't help but think the worst. I've been told, over and over that I am the worst. I don't want to find out what will happen if you were to think that too."

Wanda reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Y/N, I'm not everyone else. I know you better than you think, and I know that you're trying."

You couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at her touch, or the way your heart skipped a beat when she said she knew you. You leaned into her hand, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly. "But what if I'm not good enough?" you murmured, your voice filled with doubt.

Wanda leaned closer, her thumb brushing gently against your cheekbone. "I wouldn't have kissed you in the first place if you weren't, Y/N. You're more than enough," she said, her eyes searching yours. "And if you ever doubt that, I'll be here to remind you."

The bar was a blur around you, the noise fading away as you focused on her. You felt the weight of your decision lighten slightly, the fear of losing her still there but tempered by the hope of what could be. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Promise?"

Wanda leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. "I promise," she whispered, and with that, she kissed you. It was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the passion of that night under the stars. But it was filled with something else—something deeper, something more profound. It was a promise of understanding and support, of patience and growth.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed her back, feeling the tension in your body melt away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you in the quiet corner of the bar. The kiss grew more urgent, as you slid your way around the corner booth so your hands could find their way to her waist, pulling her closer. It felt right like you were finally letting go of the fear that had been holding you back.

She pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. "That night," you began, looking into her darkened gaze. "It took everything in me to not walk back over and just kiss you."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you. "What stopped you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"My own crippling fear?" you let out a soft chuckle, feeling the warmth of her breath on your skin. "I didn't want to mess up what we had," you admitted. "And I didn't know if I was ready to deal with the fallout."

Wanda leaned back, her eyes searching yours. "But you are now?" she asked, hopeful.

You took a deep breath, the warmth of her body pressing against yours. "I don't think I ever will be," you said, feeling a newfound sense of determination. "But, I'm ready to try."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, a spark of hope igniting in them. "Okay," she said softly. "Let's take this one step at a time." she winked, "But maybe don't run away from me anymore, yeah?"

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "Deal," you said, smiling. The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and stolen glances, a tentative dance of flirty banter and comforting touches. It was like the universe had taken a deep breath and finally allowed you to move forward.

"Dance?" she asked, standing as the floor began to get more crowded.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. You had seen how she danced before, and the thought of dancing with her had your heart racing. You slid out of the booth, taking her hand in yours and leading her to the dance floor. The music was loud, but it didn't matter. You wrapped your arms around her waist, and she placed her hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes as you began to move together. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and the only thing that mattered was the way she felt in your arms.

The rhythm of the music was infectious, and before you knew it, you were lost in the moment, your bodies moving in sync. You could feel the chemistry between you, the same spark that had been there the night of your first kiss. But this time, it didn't feel forbidden or wrong. It felt right. As you spun her around, her back now to your front. You leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for being such a coward."

Wanda leaned back into you, her hands resting on your chest. "You're not a coward," she murmured. "You're just scared."

You pulled her closer, her back pressing against you. "I don't want to be scared anymore," you confessed. "I want to be with you." She ran her hands up your neck, carding through your hair and raking her nails on your scalp. The feeling sent goosebumps across your body.

Wanda leaned her head back against your shoulder, looking up at you. "Then let's not be," she whispered, and you felt the final piece of your wall crumble. The bar's lights flickered and danced in her eyes, casting an otherworldly glow. You bent down and kissed her again, the music swelling around you like a crescendo. It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, of the fears you had both been holding onto.

You both continued swaying to the music, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The bar patrons around you melted away, leaving only the pulsing beat and the sound of each other's breaths. Wanda's hand snaked around your neck, her touch sending a warm jolt through your body, and you tightened your hold around her waist. You felt alive, more alive than you had in a long time. She turned around in your grasp, pressing herself up against you.

The music changed, the tempo slowing down, and you two matched it, moving in a sensual rhythm that had your heart racing. Wanda's eyes searched yours, and you knew she could see the conflict within you, the fear and hope battling it out. But she didn't push, she didn't ask for more than you could give. She just danced with you, her body a silent reassurance that you weren't alone.

The night grew later, the crowd thinner, and you found yourselves leaning against the bar, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Her laughter was music to your ears, and the way she leaned into you made your heart swell with something you hadn't allowed yourself to feel in a long time—happiness.

"Want to get out of here?" Wanda's question was barely audible over the music, but you heard the hope in her voice.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Yeah," you said, taking a step back to let her lead the way. As you followed her through the crowded bar, you couldn't help but feel like you were being reborn. The night air was cool against your skin as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, feeling it fill your lungs with a newfound sense of freedom.

"I guess I'll see you at home?" you asked, knowing you both brought your own cars. Wanda nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, unless you want to come over?" The question hung in the air, filled with a tentative hope that had your heart skipping a beat.

"Sure," you laughed. "I'll be over once I change out of this," you motioned towards your work attire, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Actually," she started, biting her lip as she pulled you into her with your disheveled tie. "I was hoping I could help with that..." The look in her eyes was hopeful, tinged with lust. "Unless you want to wait, that is."

You felt your heart thud in your chest, the warmth of her body making your head swim with desire. "No," you murmured, your voice thick with want. "I don't want to wait. I think we've done enough of that.”

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 6 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

A/N: Sorry it's been taking so long between updates, y'all. My life got craaaaaazy messy of late, and now I'm struggling to even cover basic bills. I try to write when I can. Much love, y'all.

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.7K

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I Need to Heal What I Inflict

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you didn't pull away. The kiss was soft and gentle, like the brush of a butterfly's wing, and it sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You hadn't felt anything like this in so long, and for a moment, you forgot about the pain and the fear. Her lips tasted faintly of the wine she had been sipping, and you felt yourself leaning into her, into the warmth and comfort she offered.

Wanda broke the kiss, looking at you with a mix of uncertainty and hope. "Did I...?" she began, but you didn't let her finish. You reached out and pulled her back to you, your own hands trembling slightly. This time, the kiss was more urgent, more needy, as if you were trying to decipher how wrong or right this was.

As your mouths moved together, you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease. You had missed the feeling of someone caring about you, someone who didn't just see the tough exterior you had constructed. Wanda's hand slid around your neck, pulling you closer, her fingers tangling in your hair. You responded in kind, your hands moving to her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through her shirt.

When the need for air became more apparent, you separated, a newfound tension lingering in the air. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to make of the sudden shift in your friendship. Wanda's hand remained on your neck, her eyes searching yours as if looking for an answer to the unasked question.

"We..." you began, shutting your eyes and turning your head slightly away from hers. "We probably shouldn't do this."

Wanda's hand remained on your neck, her thumb stroking gently. There was a slight crack in her voice. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "Because we're friends," you managed, feeling the heat of your cheeks. "And I don't want to mess that up. I don't have a great track record with these things, Wanda. One of us, or both of us will end up hurt."

Wanda studied you for a moment, the silence stretching out between you like a tightrope. Then, she leaned in and whispered, "But what if we're more than friends, Y/N?" Her eyes searched yours, looking for a spark of hope. "What if we could be good together?"

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you slid your hands down from her neck to her thighs. "Wanda," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I'm not saying we couldn't be. I just don't know if I can be good for anyone right now. I'm still...fucked up."

Her grip tightened slightly, and she leaned in closer. "You're not the only one with issues," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "But maybe we can help each other out."

You pulled away, trying to ignore the hurt in her eyes. "Wanda, it's inevitable. I will hurt you. And when that happens, it won't just be you I lose."

Her expression was a mix of confusion and sadness, but she didn't move her hand away. "But what if it's worth it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if we're worth the risk?"

"If we're worth the risk, then we will be worth the wait, Wanda." You took a deep breath and placed your hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But right now, I'm still trying to fix the mess I made. I don't want to drag you into it."

Wanda looked at you, her eyes searching for the truth in your words. "You can't do it alone, Y/N." Her voice was steady, but you could feel the tremble beneath the surface.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was saying. "I know. But I need to sort myself out before I can be what you deserve." You leaned back, the swing rocking slightly with the movement. "I've hurt too many people. I don't want to add you to that list." She leaned back, her back somewhat slamming into the back of the swing. You could tell she was frustrated, but you meant every word. You would hurt her. And if you hurt her, you would lose not just her, but Piet and yourself. The guilt would eat you alive.

Wanda's eyes searched yours, a silent argument playing out between you. The night was quiet around you, the only sound was the distant murmur of the party and the occasional laugh. "Okay," she finally said, her voice a little shaky. "But I'm not going anywhere." You gave her a soft smile, trying to reassure her as best as you could. Internally, you were proud of yourself. You had just friend-zoned someone you would have jumped into bed with in a heartbeat, to better yourself and the relationships around you.

The silence grew thick again, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that comes after a deep revelation, one that is filled with unspoken words and understood feelings. You sat on the far end of the swing, a safe distance between the both of you. Wanda slid towards you, resting her head on your shoulder. The swing swayed gently, the chains creaking in a rhythm that soothed your racing thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Wanda's voice was muffled against your shoulder, but you heard the pain in her words.

You wrapped your arm around her, holding her close. "You do not need to be sorry," you whispered. "This isn't about blame. It's about what's right for us. Right now, we aren't going to be right."

Wanda nodded, her head still resting on your shoulder. "I know," she murmured. "But I just want you to be happy."

You kissed the top of her head, the action feeling surprisingly natural despite the tension between you. "I know you do," you said. "And I am okay for right now, Wanda. I'm just...complicated."

Wanda sighed, her body relaxing slightly against yours. "Okay," she murmured, her voice sounding defeated. "But I'm still here. Don't push me away."

You nodded, tightening your arm around her. "I know," you said, feeling a pang of regret. "And I'm not pushing you away. I just need some space to figure things out."

Wanda suddenly stood, walking away from you without a second glance. "Ok, Y/N. You can have your space." She sighed, walked away, went inside her home, and shut the door behind her.

You felt the swing swaying gently in the quiet night air, alone once again. You watched her retreating figure, feeling the weight of your words settling heavily upon you. You knew she was hurt, but you also knew that you had to be true to yourself. You needed to work through your mess before you could let anyone else into your life. With that, you rose from the swing, walked to the gate on the side of her house, and made your way home.

The walk seemed longer than you remembered, your mind racing with thoughts of Wanda, your feelings, and the future of your friendship. The cool night breeze brushed against your skin, carrying whispers of distant laughter and music from a party down the street. It felt like the world was moving on without you, spinning in a dance of happiness and connection that you were afraid to join.

When you arrived at your front door, you pushed it open, the quiet was a stark contrast to the buzz of the outside world. You leaned against the door, feeling the cold wood under your palms. For a moment, you just stood there, listening to the silence and contemplating the conversation that had just taken place. You had never felt so torn between your desires and your fears.

You released a deep sigh, sliding down the front door and allowing your emotions to swallow you whole.

You woke up on the floor by your front door, your face dry and caked in the tears you had shed after you shut the barrier to the outside world. The house was dark, except for the faint light spilling from the crack under your bedroom door. You knew you should go to bed, and try to get some sleep, but your mind was racing. The kiss replayed over and over in your head, and you couldn't shake the feeling of Wanda's body pressed against yours. You didn't know how to feel about it—whether it was a mistake or something beautiful. You felt a tug of regret for pushing her away, but also a sense of relief that you had maintained the boundary.

It was also taking everything within you to resist going over to her house and knocking on her front door and just kissing her again, reassuring her that this wasn't the ending before anything had started. But you knew you had to stick to your decision. For both of your sakes. She deserved that. She deserved someone more stable than you. She deserves better.

Your thoughts raced as you stalked through the hallways to your bedroom. You could feel the weight of the conversation in your chest, a heavy burden that seemed to follow you with every step. You closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of your bed, the room spinning slightly around you. You felt like you were in a whirlwind of emotions and you had to hold on tight to keep from getting swept away.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You knew that you had made the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier. Wanda was becoming your best friend, someone who was proving to be there for you, and the thought of losing her was unbearable. But you also knew that you couldn't give her half of yourself, not when she deserved so much more. You needed to figure out who you were and what you wanted before you could even think about letting someone else into your heart.

-3 WEEKS LATER-

It had been weeks since you had talked to Wanda. Every time you saw her, she would make a beeline inside, or to her car, but always away from you. The awkwardness between you was palpable, and it hurt more than you could admit. The night at hers had been the last time you had any real interaction, and it felt like a lifetime ago. You missed her laugh, the burning that her touch left behind, and the comfort she brought you. But you knew you had to stick to your guns.

"Hey, Y/N." Pietro came walking up your driveway as you were working in your garage, knocking out some of the regular maintenance on your car. You hadn't seen Wanda's brother in a while, and his sudden appearance was a bit jolting.

"Hey, Piet." You tried to keep your voice casual, but the tension was undeniable. You hadn't seen him much either, not since you had put the brakes on any chance of a relationship with Wanda. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew about the kiss.

"How's it going?" he asked, leaning against the open garage door. His eyes searched yours, and you knew he wasn't just asking about the car. "You disappeared again."

You took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. "Just trying to keep busy," you said, hoping he wouldn't push for more. You didn't know if you were ready to talk about Wanda with him. If he knew.

"I wanted to ask you something, Y/N." He stepped into the garage, his eyes focused on you as you tried to ignore the way your heart was racing. "Is everything okay with Wanda?"

You tensed, gripping the wrench tighter. "What do you mean?" you asked, playing dumb.

Pietro sighed. "Look, I know she's been distant since the night you both hung out. And she won't tell me what happened, but I know something did." His gaze was earnest. "You guys are my best friends. She's my sister. If something is going on, I just want to make sure you're both okay."

You set the wrench down, wiping your hands with a rag. You exhaled, trying to debate within yourself on how to approach this conversation. "I don't know, Piet," you began, turning around so you wouldn't have to face him.

"Don't lie to me," he said firmly. "Wanda's my sister, and she's been moping around here for weeks. If you hurt her, I'm not going to be happy."

"She kissed me, Piet."

The words hung in the air, heavy and filled with emotion. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for an explanation. You took a deep breath and turned to face him, the garage lights glinting off his concerned gaze.

"And?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "What happened after that?"

"We kissed some more," you began, running your hands through your hair. "But I stopped it. Told her I couldn't be with her, not right now." You felt a lump form in your throat as you talked about it, the memory of her sadness still fresh. Your eyes began to water at the memory of that night. "I'm not ready, Piet. Not after my last relationship, and not after Westview."

His annoyed gaze faltered, taking in your distress over the situation you found yourself in.

"I care about her, Piet. A lot. I can't hurt her. And I know me, I will hurt her. So it's best I stay away. If... if I hurt her..." You stopped to take a deep breath, allowing yourself to try and collect your thoughts. "If I hurt her, I will lose everything. Her, you, and myself."

Pietro studied you, his eyes searching for any signs of deceit. "Why do you think you'll hurt her?" His question was direct, cutting through the silence.

You released a disgruntled breath, some of the tears that had built in your eyes daring to fall to the car below. "Piet, come on," you started. "It's me. I ruin everything."

Pietro stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder. "That's not true," he said firmly. "You've been through a lot, sure. But you're not a monster. You're not going to ruin everything."

You looked up at him, the weight of your fears threatening to crush you. "But what if I do?" you whispered. "What if I hurt her without meaning to? I'll lose my best friend and someone who I can see myself with for a long time. As well as myself."

Pietro's grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. "Y/N, you can't live your life in fear of what might happen. You're not a fortune teller, you don't know the future." He paused, his eyes never leaving yours. "But if you do care about her, and if you think you guys could be something, you owe it to her to at least try. And if it doesn't work out, then you deal with that when you get there. As far as I'm concerned, I'll be mad, but we are best friends, Y/N. As long as you don't do things to intentionally hurt my sister, I won't have to kill you." He finally let a wry smile creep across his features.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," you said, taking another deep breath. "But I don't want to hurt her."

Pietro nodded, his expression understanding. "I get it. But sometimes, you need to take a risk for the people you care about. Love, if that's what it evolves into, will hurt." He leaned back against the car, his arms folded over his chest. "Wanda's a tough cookie. She can handle it if you guys talk about it."

You took a step back, wiping the tears away from your eyes with the back of your hand. "Maybe," you murmured, the hope in his voice resonating with you. "But what if I'm just not ready?"

"Then tell her that," Pietro suggested- his hand still on your shoulder. "Wanda's a big girl. She'll understand. But don't push her away because you're afraid of what might happen. That's not fair to her, or to you."