#pregnant Wanda

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Here With You

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅ pregnant wanda x fem! reader

Wanda was radiant. Despite her round belly, the aches, and the mood swings, she had a glow that you couldn’t help but adore. You adore at how she managed to look more beautiful with each passing day. But that didn’t make the journey any easier—for both of you.

It started in the early weeks, when Wanda’s mood swings would hit without warning. You would come home from work to find her curled up on the couch, a mess of emotions unraveling on her face.

"Y/n," Wanda whimpered one evening as you stepped through the door, her eyes already glistening with unshed tears. Her voice is so small and vulnerable that it tugs on your heart.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" you asked, dropping your keys and rushing to her side, concern knitting your brow.

"I just—" She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I was thinking about the twins, and then... then I realized we’re out of pickles."

You had to bite back a laugh, knowing that what she needed was understanding, not humor. "Oh, baby," you cooed, pulling her into your arms. "I’ll go get you pickles right now, okay?"

She nodded into your chest, her breath evening out as you rubbed slow circles on her back. It wasn’t the first time cravings had taken over her entire mood. You’d gotten used to them by now.

A few minutes later, you were heading back out the door, her pleading eyes following you like you were on a mission to save the world. And in some ways, for her, you were.

The late-night cravings became a ritual of sorts. It didn’t matter what time it was—if Wanda wanted something, you’d go out and get it. There was one night, though, where things went a little differently.

You were both curled up in bed, Wanda resting her head on your shoulder, when she sat up abruptly.

“Y/n,” she whispered, her eyes wide with sudden realization.

You blinked, still half-asleep. “What’s wrong?”

“I want ice cream. The cookie dough kind,” she said, her voice so serious you almost laughed.

“Wanda, it’s two in the morning,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“I know…” she trailed off, her face contorting into that familiar look of disappointment.

You sighed, already swinging your legs out of bed. “Let me grab my keys.”

But before you could stand, she grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Wait… I don’t want you to leave.”

You looked at her, confused. “Then how am I supposed to get you ice cream?”

“I don’t need ice cream,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just want you here with me.”

The tension in the room eased, and you settled back into the bed, pulling her close. Her cravings weren’t always about food, after all. Sometimes, she just needed you—needed to feel connected, safe, and loved.

By the third trimester, the backaches were in full force. You’d wake up in the middle of the night to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, hands pressed into her lower back, groaning softly.

“Wanda?” you whispered, shifting to sit up beside her.

“My back,” she murmured, her voice strained with discomfort. “It’s killing me.”

Without saying a word, you moved behind her, your hands gently rubbing her lower back. She sighed in relief as your fingers pressed into her aching muscles, slowly working out the tension.

“How’s that?” you asked after a few moments, feeling her relax under your touch.

“Perfect,” she breathed. “You always know just what to do.”

You smiled to yourself, continuing the gentle massage, grateful that you could bring her even a little comfort. As you worked, she leaned back against you, her belly resting against your legs, the weight of it grounding you in the reality of what was coming—your life was about to change in the best way possible.

Some days were harder than others. The mood swings, the cravings, the backaches—sometimes it all hit at once. But you were there for each moment, ready with comfort, food, or just an ear to listen.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Wanda lay on the couch, her swollen feet propped up on a pillow. You were in the kitchen, preparing her latest craving—chocolate-covered strawberries—when you heard her voice, soft and pleading.

“Y/n my feet hurt so much,” she called.

You immediately wiped your hands and came to her side, kneeling in front of her and gently lifting her feet into your lap.

“Let me help with that,” you said, your hands already massaging her swollen ankles. She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly as your fingers worked their magic.

“God, you’re a lifesaver,” she mumbled, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You didn’t get lucky. You deserve this and more,” you whispered, continuing your soothing motions. “I’m the lucky one.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at you with such adoration that it made your heart skip a beat. “I love you, detka,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “You’re going to be such an amazing parent.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you, too, Wanda. And we’re in this together. Always.”

As the days passed and Wanda’s belly grew, so did the love between the two of you. Every mood swing, every midnight craving, every ache and pain—those were the moments that brought you closer.

One afternoon, you found yourself sitting with her on the balcony, the sun setting in a warm golden glow. Wanda rested her head on your shoulder, her hand gently rubbing her belly as the twins moved inside her.

“I can’t believe we’re going to be parents soon,” she whispered, a hint of awe in her voice.

“I know,” you said softly, squeezing her hand. “It feels surreal.”

“I’m nervous,” she admitted, glancing up at you. “What if I’m not good enough? What if I don’t know what to do?”

You turned to her, cupping her face in your hands. “You’re going to be an incredible mother, Wanda. You’ve already done so much for these babies. And we’ll figure it out together. Just like we always do.”

She smiled, her eyes soft and full of love. “Together.”

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of pink and orange, you held her close, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side. Every craving, every ache, every moment in between—it was all part of the beautiful, messy, wonderful journey of becoming a family. And it was everything you could ask for.

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N cuddles with Wanda on their bed…

Y/N: can I touch your belly?

Wanda: (giggles) it’s your baby too, detka

Y/N: I know. But you’re your own person and I didn’t want to infringe on your space

Wanda: I’d be more insulted if you didn’t touch my belly (giggles)

Y/N: oh alright

Y/N gently caresses Wanda’s pregnant belly. The babies kick…

Y/N nuzzles Wanda, conveying every ounce of love they can give…

[darkdemeter]

・issue #2・ WOLF AT YOUR DOOR II

⚤ Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader fluff — slightly possessive reader — Wanda and reader being a grump x sunshine couple — profanity — mention of protective reader — all about them pups really — small mention of Wanda's backstory — there's SITCOMS HERE — reader acknowledges the cheese of romcoms — marking — confessions and feels — I think that's it? ✎ 2.9k Never did you ever imagine that pups would become your future. No less, to Wanda Maximoff. Despite your odds and differences to begin with, perhaps you're willing to give this thing a shot.

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“No.” 

It’s as simple as that as you push the trolley forward. Wanda pouts and as an act of defiance, she throws the colourful, tiny suit into the metal basket on wheels. You aren’t quick enough to repress the almost disgusted sigh. 

“What’s wrong with it?” she asks behind a scowl as you both continue your voyage down the aisle. “Yellow hurts me. Deeply.”

Was that a lie? Maybe. But did you instantly regret your answer when you see the flicker of disappointment in Wanda’s eyes? There’s no doubt about it. She reaches back into the trolley for the tiny suit, amongst the array of others you both had already picked out, most likely to place it back on the rack when you stop her. 

“Leave it.” She looks shocked when you prevent her from fishing it out of the selection. You only roll your eyes, the faintest of smirks on your lips. “I’ll just have to be blindfolded when I hold them.”

Wanda smiles a toothy smile - that perfect smile - in regards to your humour. You’d never been one at the party to crack jokes but sure as hell would win a joke match against Rhodey. Him and his fucking tank story. 

But Wanda is entertained deeply by the mental picture of you with a literal blindfold over your eyes as you cradle little wolf jr. A picture perfect snapshot already archived in the album in her mind. 

Already midway through the second trimester. Time is flying by so quickly. You both still hadn’t sorted out the crib yet and by that, you hadn’t. But all the cribs you and Wanda saw were made for one baby; two at best if you were really set on them sharing. 

But human cribs never accounted for four pups and you weren’t very impressed by the idea of building four separate cribs. Uh uh, that made your wolf brain go crazy. Your pups separated from each other? How would they bond with each other?

That was how you and Wanda got on the topic of a ‘den’ and nesting. Surprisingly she was on board with the idea from the start when you first told her your concerns about the pups being kept away from each other, that their bonding time would be hindered greatly if you both went about it the human way.

She’d agreed wholeheartedly. Not a huge case it took to convince her. 

Wanda and yourself roll into the next aisle and the first few racks were rows upon rows of socks and shoes meant to be fitted to tiny feet. 

Wanda laughs at the expression on your face and you give her a puzzling furrow, head tilting to the side like a confused dog. 

“What?”

“You,” she giggles, “didn’t expect our little rendezvous night to take so well, did you?” You merely shrug with a small noise, quick to cover it up you clear your throat loudly. 

“You brought it out of me. You should have known never to do that to a werewolf.”

Wanda smirks with a slight nod of her head. She’s double sure she doesn’t regret a single thing. There’s nothing she would trade for this feeling of her hand running over the large bump of her stomach that ferociously kicks with your pups. Four, healthy pups. 

There were still remnants of the aftershock back at the compound. The reveal that you and Wanda had slept together was talk of the compound for weeks before Wanda grew sick and with that, the test coming back positive. When you were able, Banner executed some further tests and you almost fainted right there on the spot when he congratulated on the four additions.

And not to mention the overstimulation on your part. Not only was Wanda a walking ball of ever changing hormones but you were in overdrive as well. Anytime someone made Wanda upset in the slightest you were on them in a matter of seconds. Fury had to call an emergency meeting in regards to keeping yourself in line throughout Wanda’s pregnancy. Not that it helped, you only grew to become fiercely protective over Wanda and your unborn pups. 

But for Wanda it was all she could want. Not to lie to yourself - your counsellor advised that lying to yourself is a bad habit - but you were happy as well. This was a secret dream come true. Wanda’s interest is piqued when she spots a set of black footed pyjamas with crescent moons on the pads of the feet and little pawprints scattered across the body. 

“Y/N, look!” she gapes as she holds the suit up for you to look at. Out of some maternal habit, she holds it against her bump and in that moment, it all hits you like a freight train. 

You were going to become a parent. A wolf parent. You wouldn’t be so alone anymore now with Wanda carrying your lineage within her womb. And she’s excited for it. Has been since the very beginning. To have such an opportunity before you now, you realise just how alone you were before. How fine you’d been being so alone before. 

But if you had a chance to go back in time, to stop yourself from entering Wanda’s dormitory that night, you realise now that you wouldn’t. 

Your lips part but no words come to mind. You’re drawn at a blank. All you can do is marvel at the inevitable coming of your pups. “I think we should get them, the pups will look so cute.” She grabs three more and places them in the trolley. 

‘Fucking hell…’

Wanda looks up from the haul and tilts her head curiously at the look you give her. Eyes wide, unblinking and just simply admiring her. Right there in that aisle of baby supplies. Not exactly one of those times in movies where the misunderstood, hardened love interest finally sees the sunshine protagonist in the highlight of their epiphany and has a complete one-eighty on their entire reality; but fuck, it was close enough. 

Seeing Wanda swollen large with your pups. It’s something that cannot - will not - be robbed from you. “You okay?” she asks softly and you nod slowly. 

“Yeah. Really good, actually.”

Ugh, those sitcoms and romcoms she’s made you watch are starting to rub off on you. You sound so fucking cheesy. She smiles wider this time and using a hand to flip some loose hair behind her shoulder, she beckons you to follow her. 

Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad colour. You can make it work.

Dinner time is rolling around and you check the time, just ten minutes past six. Wanda happily prepares dinner for both of you and your invited guests, her eyes occasionally lifting to watch the sitcom she’s adamant on watching.

At first, you didn’t get the fascination with a cast of characters just doing mundane things in one space only to have the laugh track and fade effect transition into the next location. 

However, Wanda was quite open with you about her life before Hydra took her and her brother. That she adored sitcoms from a young age, and one of the last memories she has is sitting down next to Peitro in front of the TV to watch an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, her parents cuddled together on the couch. 

It was a raw scene to bear witness to. Her eyes flooded with tears. The only thing you could do in that moment was pull her to you in a tight embrace. The rest is history. One of your personal favourites was Bewitched, but you refuse to admit that to anyone. 

“How’s the project coming along?” Wanda asks as she stirs the contents in the pot around, giving it a little taste test. “It’s good,” you answer with a focused grunt, expertly working one of the last screws into place. 

“You’re following the instructions, right?” You don’t need to look at her to know her attention is elsewhere, she’s not even looking over at you. You roll your eyes, gaze momentarily glaring down at the booklet. 

You grumble to yourself under your breath. “Don’t need the instructions, werewolves don’t need fucking instructions.”

Wanda can’t suppress the grin on her lips at your huffing and wolfish grumbling. The pups were in for a treat with you, she can tell already. 

“Do human babies actually like these… knick knacks?” you ask rather unsurely. You stand the changing station up and brush your hand along the mobile. The colourful, plastic bits clink and sway. 

“Yeah!” she answers with enthusiasm. You only raise your brows more with worry. You weren’t set on having those little things dangle in front of your pups, just begging to be grabbed and chewed to bits. But that was a worried conversation for another time, a knock on the door alerts you both of your arrived company. 

You call out for them to enter as you busy yourself with putting aside the table. Natasha all but swaggers on inside, a box in her hands as her eyes glance between you and Wanda. 

“Good evening, how did the shopping go?” 

Wanda giggles at your reaction before she uses her stirring spoon to point at the haul you both had garnered today on your big voyage to the great danger beyond: the public. Sam, Steve and Clint walk in after Natasha, each wearing a smile of their own.

“You ready to have a crack at parenthood, Wolf?” Clint jokes and you shrug. “As ready as I could ever be.” 

Wanda begins serving up dinner when her eyes squint, accusation on the tip of her tongue. “We’re missing one,” she drawls and Steve chuckles lightly under the scrutiny of the witch’s gaze. 

“Bucky had to cancel last minute, small mission briefing.” Steve’s explanation is supposedly good enough for your little witch to accept but you see the judgement in her eyes. You chuckled, the wolf in your eyes spelling mischief as you look at Wanda from across the way.

“So lucky. If only I had a mission briefing too.” 

Wanda flicks her fingers at you, the tips of her fingers glowing with her scarlet magic when a knife flies your way. You catch it with a surprised guffaw. “Sweetheart, I thought we would save the knife play for later.”

Wanda looks at you with a narrowed gaze but her smirk speaks volumes to you. She’s silently challenging you and all you do is raise your brows, your tongue in your cheek. 

Sam is clearing his third plate of the masterpiece dish he insists is of five star quality. You hum teasingly under your breath, “I dunno, I think she tried to poison mine.” 

The others share in the banter with small laughs and their own opinions of their dish, all of which praise Wanda’s skills around the kitchen. 

But what was all your teasing but a mere altered projection of your deep, underlying affection for Wanda? As you talk and catch up with your friends at the dinner table, your hand seeks out Wanda’s under the table. When you find hers, your fingers intertwined together. A simple and small action but for you, it held more affection than many things that could overly express one’s love. 

You weren’t the type to show up at the door with a giant bundle of roses and balloons, with music blasting the greatest love song hits of the century. You always prefer to keep it small. Private. Intimate. 

So after another hour or so, your friends call their leave. “And remember, Tony’s hosting that huge baby shower for you guys next week,” Natasha reminds over her shoulder. A shudder attacks your spine and you inwardly growl. Tony would of course play out the entire thing as an act of being the ‘fun and cool uncle’ but really, it was another dig for getting the car done up good on your mission. 

“He knows I hate his parties,” you mumble to her once you’re both alone. She’s in the kitchen finishing up the washing when you walk up behind her. It’d been a big day for you both. It feels good for it to just be the two of you know. 

Your arms circle around her waist and pull her in close, her back flush against your front you take the opportunity to bury your nose into her neck. She giggles loudly, cringing as she tries to wriggle away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you coo with a playful nip to the shell of her ear. “I’m ticklish there!” she squeals but you continue to feign knowledge.

“Oh? Are you now?”

“Yes!”

You laugh, cool, rich and deep. A husky drawl while you continue to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her calming scent. Your hands balance on the rise of her swollen stomach, the kicks strong and prominent against the light pressure of your hands. 

“They know it’s you,” she cannot help but say with a smile. Something about your pups being able to recognise your touch makes her heart flutter and it makes something in you inflate. Pride. 

Your pups knew you by touch already. You just knew they were excited by the mere presence of your hands - of you - being so near. You smile. “Because they know I’ll protect them. Protect you.”

“You know… you never did mark me.”

You freeze for a moment, hesitant on how to answer her. What could you say to that? But Wanda turns around to face you and draws you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips capture yours and her tongue teases the line of your mouth. 

“I don’t care what reservations you have about this relationship, or that you plan on sleeping with other people. But please, I just want to feel some semblance of love, that I belong to you.”

You frown at this and immediately, your hands find the edges of her jaw to lift your tearful eyes to yours. “Wanda,” you sigh in disbelief, “take a look inside. What do you see?”

She gives you a look of scepticism and you huff deeply through your nose, a wolf behaviour to further urge her to comply. She does so, closing her eyes and taking a moment to read your thoughts. This is the first time you’ve given her permission to take a look inside your mind.

“You see anyone else?” She shakes her head in response. “That’s because there is nobody else. There’s only you.”

You sink to your knees so you’re at eye level with the baby bump. Wanda watches you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Whatever antics you were getting up to, she’s at a loss. When has she ever seen you become a mushy mess for anything? When Wanda looked at you, she never put affection as part of your resume. You and the factor of affection or anything to do with a loving relationship were just two opposite ends of the spectrum.

She didn’t believe you were ever capable of such adoration and devotion. “There’s never been anyone else. It’s always just been me. That’s how it used to be before… this.” Your nose pushes against her bump and you feel the pups kick again. 

You grin this time before your eyes lift up to see Wanda, her button lip jutted out in a pout. Her bright eyes coated with hot tears.

“Little witch, I’m not… I’m still very new to all this. But I’m telling you now that I want to have a go.” You pause and swallow thickly. “I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us.”

“Then make it an us. That’s all I want.” 

You hear the plea in her whisper and you rise up to your full height, staring down at her. Your hands cradle her face in your hold, you simply take the moment to admire in her eyes what you once mistook for lust; that you now see as love. 

“It’ll hurt for a second,” you inform her as you slowly tilt her head so her neck is bared for you. “But I promise it’ll be for just a second.”

She nods and you take that as your go ahead. This is where the lone road ends for you. No more being alone. 

She closes her eyes with the growing anticipation and you bare your prolonged fangs, inching them closer to the sensitive skin of her neck, hovering over the spot you’d nuzzled just prior. Right where she was ticklish. 

With a final, deep breath you close the distance and plunge your canines and her body locks up, a yelp on her lips you tug her in closer to you. Your body is a silent assurance that she’s alright. That she and your pups will be alright. 

She feels it in her core, a whirlwind that sweeps her like a heavy storm. Like wind blowing in her face and drawing the air from her lungs. Right beneath the surface of her skin tingles and becomes ignited with that binding fire. When you pull away with a breathless exhale, your dazed eyes glowing, it takes you a moment of swaying to become stable again.

“Fuck,” you both groan softly, noses brushing together as your lips dance over one another, their connection ghostly but the radiance of your new connection a fiery and passionate spark to the touch. 

Wanda smiles and her flushed cheeks indicate her flustered embarrassment. You chuckle deeply and lift her chin up with your fingers so she meets your hungry, wolfish gaze. 

“You’re mine now.” Her hand finds purchase on her stomach, and yours falls over the top of hers. “And they are our pups.”

THANKS FOR READING!

✎ a note from the author, So this took a fucking while because I was very sick and then by the time I could write I had lost the ideas I had and the inspiration to write it. Anyway this is considered as part 2 to Wolf At Your Door but can be read as standalone I suppose. Also there is no smut for this one because I just couldn't see it being in this part.

on this issue's taglist, we've got: @alexawynters

[cursestitched]

Content: Pregnancy, food mention, baby bump, etc.

Author's Note: this is only a sneak peak into a three part fanfiction I'm working on between my original character (Satoru Jiro) and Wanda Maximoff. This is my first time writing a fanfic at all so kindly bare with me in regards to the pacing of the story.

Summary: Satoru Jiro had been in love Wanda Maximoff for years. It's just that for as much as he valued their close friendship and teamwork, her love belonged to The Vision. He could only watch their happiness from afar.

Now, Satoru and Wanda are in Westview, living through it's various sitcoms. Wanda is pregnant and Satoru is providing stability with his work as a Bhuddist Monk leading an ever growing religious group in town. He's still upholding his promise to take care and protect her but he finds himself closer and closer to admitting these feelings he's kept hidden for so long.

"So, at some point the baby will start kicking? Won't that hurt?"

Wanda shook her head and smiled. "Sometimes but you've just gotta be there when they start moving around."

Ever since Satoru had changed his schedule to being away from his religious duties on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he's done nothing but keep Wanda company with all sorts of questions about the infant inside her round shape of her stomach.

It was an honest childlike curiosity that wound him up with so much enthusiasm that he started carrying a notebook with him for all sorts of questions and theories he had on his mind. Conversations that didn't go on without Satoru pampering her with foot and shoulder massages, providing cute maternity clothes, gathering resources between the kitchen and grocery store to soothe those bizarre to mundane pregnancy cravings.

His hand was caressing her stomach, anticipating these baby kicks he had been hearing so much about. Meanwhile preparations for a evening brunch was being organized for today's house guests.

The Jones Family. A family of four that the couple were well acquainted with. To squash any and all tension between himself and Phil, Satoru invited them over. The helpers in the kitchen, two of his followers, an older woman and her grandson no older than 19, had the choice to stay or leave once they arrived.

"Are you nervous?" He finally asked. "I've heard Dottie's quite outgoing and friendly in that country club you're in."

"A little. Dottie's nice but that's as long as you don't get on her bad side." Wanda said, half jokingly. While she respected Mrs. Jones and found comfort in their surprisingly tolerant friendship that developed between over the last month, Wanda couldn't help but sense a pinch of jealousy in that southern belle smile.

The man sitting beside her wasn't Vision and he never tried to be. But the genuine patience and care he had put into spending time with her was greatly appreciated now that the morning sickness and spells of dizziness had become part of her day to day routine. What especially made her heart melt was his interest in the baby growing inside of her. Despite the fact that the child wasn't his, he continued to love it as if it were.

She was incredibly lucky to have a dear friend like Satoru in her life.

"Everything is going to be fine, Wanda." Satoru squeezed her hand and kissed her knuckle, their wedding rings glinting in the small ray of sunlight from a window.

"You and I have everything under control."

[batllethinker]

Hey

Could you please share some headcanons for Pregnant Wanda x Nat? 👉👈🥺

I've been thinking about them so much so this will be a true pleasure.

Natasha is truly the biggest sweetheart and himbo when it comes to pregnant Wanda

She will offer up her sitting spot as soon as Wanda walks into the room and run to get whatever Wanda is craving

Nat will also make sure to stock up the fridge with anything that Wanda might need/crave

Nat loves to rest her head on Wandas' lap and just stare up at her with the biggest heart eyes as she also caresses her baby bump with the utmost care

Wanda has caught Nat staring at her with the heart eyes multiplie times

Nat loves to eat her out, she literally won't stop until Wanda is pushing her away.

[softly-potter]

Where Do Babies Come From?

Summary: Wanda & Bucky are more over their heads than they originally thought when finding out she’s pregnant. Lightly inspired by "Where Do Babies Come From" by Melanie Martinez

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 2.5K

Warning: Smut

Find chapter two here: Two Months Out

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Chapter One: Two Months In

Bucky was always tired after missions, but it was different this time. It was a grieving, sticky type of tired, the kind of tired that slid under your skin and soaked into your bones. He couldn’t shake it the entire trip back no matter how hard he tried. It had been two entire weeks of chasing the same end goal, beating up the same bad guys, reopening the same wounds, and as the helicarrier landed, the only ache that truly plagued him was that he had been away from her for so long.

He wasn’t sure when that type of tiredness had started. He used to go weeks at a time on missions and never really needed to sleep until he met her. Red hair blazing just as much as her eyes, Wanda had come into his life like a red hurricane, changing it for the better, and that was even before they got together.

It felt like a string was connecting them at all times. No matter how far his missions took him, he always had something tugging him back to her. The moment the door to their room in the compound came into view, his heart didn’t feel so heavy, as if knowing that she was safely tucked away gave him strength.

The door creaked as he unlocked it and pushed it open, dumping his duffle by the stoop. He needed to fix the hinges, he kept forgetting, and Wanda was too kind to pester him about it. Closing the door quickly, he flicked the light on as he stretched his neck. His skin was practically coated in sweat and grim, but he couldn’t be bothered to care much, his only thoughts on her whereabouts.

“Wanda?” he called, removing the velcro straps. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the shower!” she yelled back, her voice sounding muffled.

He grinned as he entered their bedroom, passing the slightly opened cardboard boxes that littered the floor, and pushed open the bathroom door. The bathroom was slightly steamy, smelling of vanilla, the scent of home. He pulled at the armor quickly, the gear clanging as it hit the floor, then sliding the bathroom door open.

“Bucky!” Wanda shrieked, damp hair sticking to her neck as her hands flew up to cover her breasts. “I’m naked in here!”

“Well, I would hope so,” Bucky retorted, unable to hide the grin that pulls at his face. He reached for her, pulling her body against his chest before his arms wrapped around her wet waist, fingers playing across the skin. He nuzzled into her neck, taking a deep breath before pulling back and gripping her face lightly.

Her green eyes sparkled, crinkling at the corner as she smiled up at him. He lifted his metal hand to tilt her face up until his mouth was plush against hers. His heart instantly felt better, thriving off of the moments in which he could be with her.

“I missed you, doll,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her lips before moving to her cheek, hand dropping to her slightly swollen abdomen. “Missed you as well, little witch.”

“We missed you, too,” she hummed, scrapping her nails up into his scalp, pulling him to her.

His hand brushed over the skin of her stomach, relishing in the way her breath shook as he kissed her neck, teeth nipping lightly. They stood under the spray in a tight embrace. Bucky buried his head in her neck as she held him, the water washing away the muck and grime. Silently, Wanda began washing his hair, the clean strands running loosely through her fingers, Bucky humming at the feeling. He was used to being the caretaker, taking on the burden of others, but it was nice to have his girl pamper him at times. As she continued her movements, he placed a kiss to the crown of her head and she smiled. Soon, the water ran cold and the each toweled off, Wanda rinsing her hair out in the drain. Bucky wrapped the towel around his waist as he watched her move. She was practically glowing as their baby grew inside her.

“Your hair’s getting long,” he commented.

She nodded; it was nearly down to her ass, the strands thick and red. “That's all those prenatal vitamins you’re making me take,” she joked, wrapping the towel around her chest.

Bucky gave her a triumphant smile. “I knew they’d be important. Both Pepper and Sarah said vitamins are key during pregnancy,” he replied, reciting what the women had told him. “So good thing you’re taking them.”

Wanda waved away his reply. “Fine fine, you’re right.”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow, raising a hand to his ear. “What? Sorry I didn’t catch that. Did you say I’m right?”

Wanda scoffed, then let out a loud giggle as Bucky picked her up, hands gripping the underside of her thighs and exited the bathroom, depositing her softly on the mattress. Legs still wrapped around his waist, Wanda stared up at him happily as he hovered, hands on either side of her head. Leaning down, he captured her mouth.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth.

“You've mentioned that, I think.”

He could feel the smile on her lips reflecting his own. “Doesn't make it not true.” He kissed her again, hungry this time, and her legs tightened around him. A wanting settled deep in his gut, similar to his exhaustion but a hundred times better. His tongue slipped in her mouth, and he moaned at the taste, the combination of her soap and the taste of her tongue was driving him dizzy.

“Buck,” she moaned, and his cock throbbed between his legs, the fire within him growing stronger. “Buck, please.”

“Gotta taste you, doll,” Bucky murmured across her skin, his lips trailing down her damn body, sucking on her neck and chest and tits, taking a pert nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, nails scratching his scalp lightly. “I like how you want me on your tongue.”

He traced his tongue over the outside of her breast, his free hand massaging the other as his thumb teased more hums from her. “Yeah?” he whispered, licking a strip on her ribs.

She nodded, her head falling back as Bucky sucked a mark on her hip bone. He mapped out the expanse of her skin, committing every mark and inch to memory, tenderly kissing the lower swollen part of her abdomen. When he got to her navel, his broad shoulders pushed her legs apart and he sank between them, nipping at her thighs, leaving tiny love marks. Groaning at the sight of her glistening lips, he pressed a kiss to them before burying himself between her thighs. His tongue darted through her folds, licking and sucking at the entrance as he tried to taste as much of her as he could.

Wanda let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking, and he slung an arm over them to keep her still. “Be a good girl and stay still, sweetheart. Gotta get my girl ready for me.”

“B-Buck,” she mumbled, fingers going into his hair. She was close, he could tell by the way her thighs shook around his head.

“I know, doll, I know,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice against her skin too much and she bucked again, the pleasure coursing through her veins as she came. Bucky hummed with joy, as he loved being able to make her come undone by just his mouth, being able to taste her first hand. “How do you taste so sweet, darlin?” he moaned, giving her kitten licks as she came down from the high, whimpering and shaking from overstimulation.

“Need you, Buck,” she whined, her thighs still quivering, and she felt his hard length against her calf as he moved. Wasting no time, he crawled up her body, claiming her mouth as his, letting her taste herself. “Please. Please fuck me.”

“You're already pregnant,” he pointed out in bravado, and she rolled her eyes, reaching down to grasp him, thumb brushing over the head. He hiccuped at the sensation. Pressing his lips to hers, he gripped his cock at the base to line up with her entrance, moving slowly before bottoming out.

Wanda's head fell back, eyes fluttering, and Bucky thought he’d never seen anything so lovely.

He felt her walls squeeze him and he had to concentrate on not coming, the time away making him extraordinarily sensitive. He pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in her scent as he tried to calm himself. “Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Wanda looked up at him, her eyes glazed, and all he could do was smile. He was so much larger than her, and he loved feeling her frame pressed against him, heart beat thrumming healthily.

After pausing for a moment, Bucky slowly dragged himself out, shivering as her walls attempted to keep him inside. A part of him wanted to drop to basic instincts, to pound in her quickly and chance his own orgasm. But she was pregnant, and he had waited this long to have her under him again. He didn’t mind being a little more gentle.

Setting at a slow rhythm, Wanda became breathless, a moaning mess as his hands were firm on her hips, forehead pressed to hers, leaning down every so often to kiss her. She buried one hand in his hair and the other scraped down his back, and before long Bucky felt his body becoming ridged with his on coming orgasm.

Fingers gripping her hip tighter, Wanda tugged his hair, pulling him to her. “Come in me, Buck.” Her voice was small but had monumental consequences.

Bucky groaned as he jerked, finishing inside her, slotting his mouth over hers. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

Wanda laughed at his profanity, kissing him again. “No cursing like that around the baby.”

Bucky gave her an incredulous look. “It’s not my fault you’ve got heaven between your legs.”

She laughed again, shaking her head in mock disbelief as he tugs her to his chest, settling them. She smiled against his chest, kissing the skin gently, and Bucky placed a light kiss to her forehead before inhaling her scent once again.

[jaxsterrapp]

How peri was actually born

[spaghettiposts]

Unspoken Truths

Summery: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but never once has she showed up at your doorstep in this state. Pregnant, alone, and hurt. You take her in and you both dive into the difficulties of pregnancy, and hiding feelings.

Warnings: Pregnancy, Dickhead Vision, Friends to lovers, Attempts at comedy, Reader being a sweetheart like always, Mutual Pinning, Faint talks of Abortion, talks of nausea and vomiting.

Words: 4k

There was a knock at the door. Which was weird since it was- what time was it? 

Your arm reached for your phone resting on the bedside table. 2:04 am. Your brows furrowed in confusion, feeling discomfort. Who would be knocking at your door at 2 in the morning? Wiping your eyes you rose to your feet, questioning if this was really worth getting up for. 

Slowly you found your courage, and a baseball bat in your hands. You stumbled through the hallway, trying to wake yourself up to face the potential threat at your door. You felt like you were walking right into a classic horror scene, was it Ghostface maybe? Nah he’d call, you think. 

Through the peephole you saw the last person you’d ever expect at this ungodly hour.

“Wanda?” You yawned, hand still on the door. “It’s 2 in the morn- Woah.” You grunted in surprise as her arms wrapped around your waist, instinctively you wrapped your arms around her too. Your surprise quickly shifted into concern at her small sniffles, the brunette tightly gripping at your shirt. “Wanda? What’s wrong?”

The girl in your arms said nothing, merely shaking her head against your shirt. You took that as your cue to close the door behind you, leading Wanda inside. Not once did you separate from her, allowing her to cling onto you. Despite the circumstances you couldn’t help the blush from rising. 

Unfortunately you don’t dwell on how nice it feels to be hugging Wanda, not now, not when she’s still crying. Removing an arm around her, you place it on the small of her back. “Why don’t we go sit on the couch?” 

It’s then that Wanda realizes her current position, she takes a shuddering breath, agreeing with a nod of her head. You ignore the flutter in your chest from the way her grip tightened on your forearm as you lead the way. 

When you sit on the couch Wanda follows suit, sitting a safe distance away from you. You figure she’s composing her thoughts from the way she plays with the rings on her fingers. 

Without thinking you reach for her hand, missing the way her breath hitches from the contact. “What’s wrong Wanda? You can tell me.” 

The brunette looks up at you through tearful eyes, she only feels herself tear up further by the look you give her. An adoring look, a soft comforting smile. It hurts to look at, it hurts even more when your eyebrows furrow. 

“You don’t have to talk about it if it’s bothering you so much…” You add, she’s quick to wipe her eyes and take a deep breath.

“Y/n, I’m pregnant.” She sighs out, feeling some relief. She cringes at the way your eyes widen in surprise. Now you were certainly awake.

Out of all the things Wanda would say, that was certainly not one you would’ve predicted. Pregnant. Of course you could see Wanda being a mom but you recalled her mentioning how she’d like to finish college first.

Clearly…that didn’t happen.

“I just found out.” Wanda let out one of many sighs to come, rubbing her swollen eyes with her hoodie sleeves. She leaned back on the couch, giving you a forced smile.

You remained flabbergasted. Pregnant.

Wanda was pregnant. And came to you. For comfort? Advice? A secret revelation that your love for her was strong enough to get her pregnant? That last one was still part of your sleepy brain talking. 

You had many questions, the most important one was where was the father? You assumed Vision was the father, at least. Even if part of you didn’t like that idea so much. 

Taking in consideration how the brunette arrived at your house, with red bloodshot eyes, and tear stains on her cheeks from crying so much. You worded your next question carefully. “I’m assuming it’s bad?”

A watery laugh escapes her lips, she shakes her head in disbelief. “Bad is an understatement.” And although she’s laughing, her eyes continue to water until she’s tired of pretending everything’s going okay. Her crying turns to sobs, leaning against you for support again. This time you don’t disconnect, letting her rest her weight on you.

You stare up at the ceiling, Wanda laying on your chest having fallen fast asleep. The couch is comfortable enough to make you feel better, but not enough to silence your worries for the woman on top of you. Unsure of what to think you simply conclude it’s best if you don’t, not right now. 

Letting out a deep breath, you close your eyes, tightening your arms around the girl.

Tomorrow, tomorrow you could talk about it.

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It was tomorrow, and you were dreading talking about it. It’s not even yours, chill out, you reminded yourself. First thing you woke up to was an empty couch, with just you laying on it. Where was Wanda?  Rubbing your eyes to wake up fully you noticed the small sticky note on your arm. 

Turning it around revealed Wanda’s whereabouts.

I wanted to make you breakfast, so I went to the market. Your pantry sucks ♥️ 

Okay, breakfast. You loved Wanda’s meals, you figured the least you could do was clean up the kitchen for her. Forcing yourself to get up you threw your arms over your head, letting your back pop. Looking towards the kitchen in all honesty it didn’t look too bad. 

Just some pots that needed to be cleaned, remove the grease. A bag of flour on the counter…you didn’t quite remember why and how that was there. And a sock on the stovetop, you held it up in disgust. When did that get there? 

Feeling embarrassed for yourself, you got to work. Quickly. Socks were placed in the hamper. Flour, back in the pantry in its designated compartment. Then you dropped some flour, falling all over yourself and the items around you.

“Great…” you muttered, eying all the powder on the floor. 

Sweeping it is. 

Aside from the mess, and making more of a mess things went quite smoothly. You were satisfied with your work, the kitchen looked like a kitchen again. However pots still remained, making quick work of them you rinsed them off. 

Not noticing how the front door opened and a certain brunette looked your way. She smiled fondly at the small cusses you let out, shaking your hand from the hot water. Carefully she placed down all the grocery bags, a little louder than she intended.

“Oh shit!” You gasped, dropping the pot. “Wanda! You scared me.” You chuckled, turning off the tap, you could finish washing that later.

“You bought a lot…” You pointed out, drying your hands. Six paper bags were on the table, you were very glad you took time to clean it. 

Wanda snorted, unloading the frozen products from one bag. “Y/n you didn’t even have tomatoes. Absolutely no produce.” 

You rolled your eyes. You never cooked much, tomatoes would’ve gone bad under your care. Wanda on the other hand lived for cooking. A perfect balance in your opinion, she could cook, and you could taste. You walked over, taking the frozen foods from her hands to put them away, ignoring the pointed look.

She muttered something about your organizational skills—lack of. Probably a complaint.

“How much was it?” You asked from the freezer.

Does cheese go in there?

“It’s on me.” She shrugged, opening the onions and placing them in the basket. Her nose crinkled watching you attempt to be useful, gently her fingers wrapped around your wrist, taking the cheese away and putting it in the fridge. 

You let out a shaky exhale from the contact, watching her walk away. Shaking off the feeling you remember her words, scrunching your face. “No Wanda, how much?”  Pulling out your wallet you handed her $120 “Here.”

Wanda laughed, pushing your hand away “No. It’s on me. For last night.”

“Seriously?” You scoffed not believing it, waving the money at her. If she wouldn’t take it you knew you’d have to put it in her purse when she wasn’t looking. Like usual. “Well at least let me cook if you’re not gonna take it.”

“I said I was making breakfast!” She whined. Cute.

You pouted at your friend, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “Yeah but I want to do something…”

Wanda smiled, placing a hand on your forearm. “You’ve done enough for me.” She said, leaning up to place a small peck on your cheek. “Thank you Y/n.”

Your breath caught in your throat, knowing you didn’t win this battle. Of course not, she cheated, but she didn’t know that. She’s with Vision, having no clue of the effects she has on you. You still felt hot on the inside, and were probably blushing on the outside too.

Damnit Y/n pull it together, she’s pregnant and needs your support. Not your gayness.

Once everything was put away, mainly Wanda doing the work and correcting whatever you did wrong. She pushed you down on the chair, telling you to sit while she cooked. Then you could talk, talk.

Right, the talk.

Fuck. 

You wondered why you were still so nervous. Around Wanda? Well that one was given. But a pregnant Wanda? That felt…odd. Nevertheless you gave her, her space not wanting to overwhelm the pregnant person. 

She didn’t look pregnant…obviously. She just found out…hasn't even been a month. God was it hot in this room? Or were you just sweating? Nervous. 

“It is Visions.” You turned your head to look at Wanda. She spoke calmly with a tense figure. She flipped the bacon, turning her eyes to you. “And- You know I didn’t want…kids right now but things happen. We’ve talked about it before and Vision said he’d love that.”

You tilted your head, knowing there was more to it.

She let out a shaky breath “After college, he's still building his business a-and he said he doesn’t have time to raise a family. He wants nothing to do with them but I-“

“Abortion isn’t…?”

“No.” She said firmly, turning off the stove, using her sleeves to wipe her blurred eyes. “Your bacon might be a little salty by the way.” She smiled sadly, handing you a plate with two pancakes.

Seeing past the smile, you squeezed her arm in understanding, grabbing the plate from her hands. She sat down across from you, eating from her own plate giving you the opportunity to do the same. 

“These are great Wands.” You mumbled after swallowing your food, wiping your mouth. “You’d be a good mom.” Digging your fork into the pancakes for more. They were truly delicious, you don’t think you’d ever get used to how spectacular she made them. 

Wanda gave you a scrunched look, a sheepish smile on her lips. “You’re just saying that.” She shrugged it off, ignoring the way it made her feel.

“I'm not though. You’re kind, patient, compassionate, giving, and understanding. Aren't those motherly qualities?” You teased, though your tone remained reassuring. 

Still Wanda remained in disbelief, shaking her head lightly letting out a breathy laugh “I’m just not sure where to go from here. I’m keeping them.” She stared at you, seriously, as if you would try to change her mind. 

“But that’s all I know.” She rubbed her head with her hands, feeling frustrated. She had no plan.

You reached over for Wanda’s hand, rubbing soft circles with your thumb. “It’s okay, we can figure it out together.”

Her mouth curved into a smile, looking at both of your hands. Together, that was a nice word. Then she took in what you said, her head tilting to the side. “We?”

Wanda’s smile turned into a teasing one, as you stammered over your words, tensing your hand from their ministrations. “Well yeah I mean since Vision isn’t really in the picture and you shared the apartment with him I’m assuming- offering if you wanted to stay with me.” You bit the inside of your cheek.

Smooth.  

“It was just a thought I had…” You finished, feeling intimidated by her gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest, waiting for her answer. You had basically just proposed she move in with you, with a kid. Like couples do. With a kid. 

The more you thought about it the more you wanted her to say yes. You wanted to care for her, god knows she needed it. An idea came into your head about rearranging the guest bedroom into Wanda’s, only if she said yes- god we’re getting ahead of ourselves what if she says n-

“Yes.” She blurted, squeezing your hand in excitement, a little harder than intended. 

“Wait- yes?”

“Yes! Oh my god yes,” She practically squealed, standing up from her seat to pace. “I mean I was also thinking about where I’d go…I’m not ready to tell my parents, you know how they feel about pregnancy before marriage, and Pietro already knows but he’s barely thriving.” She gestured with her hands, clasping them together and looking at you expectantly.

You nodded, growing even more excited with her. “Then it’s settled, you’ll stay here.” You beamed up at the brunette. She was quick to pull you out of your chair with a toothy grin, pulling you into a hug. 

You both sighed at the contact, holding each other tighter. 

“Thank you, again.” She mumbled, nuzzling further into your neck. You could only smile, what else could you do? This girl was amazing, you squeezed her back in response. 

“It’s no problem, I’d love having you here. And the kid, or kids? Wouldn’t it be crazy if you had twins- worse triplets.” You mumbled to yourself, Wanda giggled.

Maybe Wanda would need help moving in. Getting her stuff, avoiding Vision. You thought to yourself about skipping work for the day- maybe a week. The guest bedroom had the essentials, but not anything baby related…

As you continued rambling on about the move, Wanda sighed, tugging you closer with a loving smile on her face. Then it dawned on her, was she in love with her best friend? Her eyes widened at the realization, trying to bury her panic and listen to your voice instead. 

You raised a hand to your chin, not noticing how tense she had become. “I think I could skip work today and go to the hardware store. We might need a crib, the guest bedroom is yours but the baby gosh it needs its space too-“ 

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The move had gone smoothly, a little too smoothly. Wanda insisted you stay outside the door to Visions apartment while she took care of things. Reluctantly you agreed standing outside waiting, only coming in when Wanda signaled for you to come in. 

His apartment was quite nice, you could see why Wanda liked it so much. Unsurprisingly his home was decorated with small luxuries, perks of being a Stark.

Boxes after boxes went by packed, you insisted Wanda do the lighter loads, not wanting her to hurt her back. And before noon all of Wanda’s stuff was ready to go, no Vision in sight. He must’ve been busy today, Wanda only muttering something about his Chess club. 

Not wanting to stay any longer you packed up the truck, heading to your place. So in short, yes, everything was going great. Wanda made herself an even more important figure in your life, you didn’t think that was possible. Although she had a way of proving you wrong.

She fell quickly into your daily routine, and so easily too. Every morning she’d make you coffee for work, and when she was feeling sick you made her breakfast in return. Wanda had been getting sick a lot more than usual, you assumed it was morning sickness. If only you had realized sooner how bad it had gotten. 

Wanda could not sleep.

There were days when she’d have nightmares as a kid that prevented her from sleeping, often nightmares of a bomb being dropped on her house. Nights waiting up for Vision where she couldn’t sleep in hopes he’d return soon. Many times in her life Wanda found it difficult to sleep, this time the horrors of pregnancy guiding her to insomnia.

Until she felt that familiar feeling again, nausea. Quickly she threw the covers off herself, booking it towards the bathroom. Wanda was so grateful your guest bedroom had a bathroom connected to it, it had given her more privacy and spared her the embarrassment.

Her fingertips barely grazed on the door to close it before she was kneeling on the floor by the toilet, emptying the compartments in her stomach.

Hunched over on the toilet she didn’t realize how much time had passed, time passed slowly for her during this part. All she remembered was the door creaking a little and her hair being collected into a ponytail.

Wanda swore she could hear your voice, she preferred to focus on how nice your hand felt rubbing on her back, how soothing it felt. Your touch brought her back, wiping the side of her lips she turned to meet your concerned eyes. 

Only turning more concerned by the look of exhaustion Wanda held. Words weren’t necessary to communicate where Wanda would be staying that night, or any other nights. Really, as Wanda was pulled up to her feet, and guided to your bedroom she found herself unwilling to care. You kissed her forehead so tenderly whispering goodnight that made Wanda realize it wasn’t so bad.

Sleeping in your arms was worth a little sickness. 

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“Twins.” You heard Wanda mutter from beside, laying on the bed. You couldn’t quite decipher her tone, but her squeeze on your hand made you feel uneasy. Not wanting to overwhelm her, you decided to keep silent, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Weeks had flown by pretty fast, Wanda being on her 15th. Poor girl was already feeling the pain of carrying not one but two kids in her stomach. She’d often ask you to hold her stomach which you easily complied too. 

The doctor turned in his chair, away from the monitor looking at you both with a grin. “Yep! Looks like two healthy babies, would you like to know the gender?” He asked.

Your eyes glanced at Wanda, her face indifferent. Thankfully you caught the slight quiver of her lips letting you know all you needed to. 

“Uh no. Thank you Doctor Stephen but I think” She squeezed your hand again. “…we’re fine for now.” You mustered up a polite smile. 

He nodded his head, mirroring the same smile “Of course! I’ll just go put this in your file and clean things up then you’re good to go.” He tossed his gloves in the bin, finally leaving you two alone. 

You sucked your teeth, hearing the door click shut. Knowing Wanda, she was never used to change even though throughout her childhood all the brunette did was suffer through it. She liked to be in control, prepared for what to expect.

Now it seemed you were expecting two. 

You let out a small noise as your back hit the chair next to her side. Deciding to break the silence, you spoke calmly, “So twins, I guess that means we might need another crib.”

Her eyes only twitched in response, barely acknowledging the way you tried to subtly cheer her up. Make her feel this wasn’t a sudden change she wasn’t prepared for. The thought of another kid shook Wanda, it made her feel nervous. She fidgeted from her place, picking at the bedsheets.

Wanda shook her head, letting out a sigh. She took her hand off yours, using them to rub her temple. “God I- this wasn’t supposed to happen. Y/n I-“ Her throat closed up, she hated the way her immediate response was to cry, tears starting to prickle at her eyes. She hated even more how your face softened, “I can barely fathom one kid, now I’m supposed to mother two.” 

Her head hung lowly as small tears started to stream down her cheeks. Not wanting you to see her that way she tried her best to turn away only for you to grab her cheeks with both hands, thumbs rubbing soft circles against her skin. Wanda let out a choked sob, staring at you so hopelessly. The sight broke your heart.

“Wanda hey, it’s okay.” You whispered.

“No Y/n I just-  two. That’s two new people coming into your home, and me included- I can’t do this to you. You don’t deserve it.” She croaked out, sniffling between words.

You scrunch your face in protest, giving her a stern shake of your head. “Wanda you’ve always been welcome in my home, pregnant or not and it’s not just mine now it’s yours too. I want to help you.” You affirmed, moving your hands to wipe at her tears before coming down to hold her own.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I care about you, and I love you.” You confessed, the words coming out with more meaning than you intended. Wanda stared up at you in adoration, her eyes crinkling, and a small blush dusting her cheeks. It was then you noticed how close you were, how close Wanda's face was to your own. Feeling overwhelmed by her stare, you looked away, taking a couple steps back. “And I love them too, whatever they are…”

Missing the disappointed look on her face.

Leaning back into the bed, Wanda turns her head to look at you, and if you were looking back you would’ve seen the loving look on her face “I really don’t deserve a friend like you.” She said softly, her voice so fragile.

Then you turned back this time, meeting her gaze, her words registering in your head. Quickly your face turned into a frown, “Don’t say that.”

Ignoring your words Wanda took a hold of your hand. A gesture that came so naturally now, both of you latching onto each other, wanting to feel one another. “I love you too, so much detka.” 

More than you realize.

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“Y/n.” Wanda murmured hurriedly, shaking at your arm. “Detka, wake up.”

Letting out a snort, you woke up with a cough, turning away to cover yourself. Your eyes fluttered wide open, wrestling with the sheets in a panic, “Huh? Yeah- Wands? What's wrong, are they here?”

A small smile crept up her lips at the mention of the twins, “No silly, I'm just…hungry again.” She whispered, turning away from your gaze in embarrassment.

“Again?” You clarified.

“Yeah…sorry.” She chuckled awkwardly.

Leaning on your elbows for support you lifted yourself up, sitting up. Scratching the back of your head you turned to look at your clock. Naturally it was 2 am, usually the time when Wanda would get hungry. 

“No, no, that's fine.” You muttered hoarsely, clearing your throat. “I don’t mind, what are you craving?” 

“Steves burgers…” She beamed.

“Steves? Okay I’ll get you some, with onions or without?” You said as you walked towards the closet, shrugging on your jacket. 

“With, and grilled please.”

“Okay, yeah.” You hummed, slipping on your shoes. “I’ll uh be back try to get some sleep yeah? It's pretty late.” Kneeling up from the floor you reached for your wallet, stuffing it in your pockets. 

Wanda made a disagreeing grunt but pulled the sheets back on herself anyway. “I guess.”

You nodded, giving her a sheepish smile. Grabbing your keys from the nightstand you made your way to the door, a small tug on your jacket stopping you. Curiously you turned around to meet Wanda, tilting your head in question. Her hand traveled up your forearm, pulling you down to press a lingering kiss on your cheek.  

“Stay safe, and put on your glasses when you drive. Your astigmatism gets bad at this hour.” She husked out, letting you go. 

Your breath catches in your throat, not trusting your words you nod again. Stumbling through a few items you rush towards the door, leaving with a small goodbye unsure why Wanda was teasing you. What was that?

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“Hey.” You said, a surprised look on your face as you closed the door behind you. Wanda gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes from the dimly lit dining room. She was sitting comfortably in the chair, wearing one of your hoodies.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting, it’s really late.” Checking at the clock once again you confirmed your suspicions, you assumed perhaps she’d enjoy her burger in bed like she always does. This time however Wanda had different plans, fiddling with her sleeves.

“You know I can’t sleep without you.” She retorted, gazing into your eyes “I like it when you’re here.” She confesses profoundly.

You give her a sheepish smile, unsure what to say. The look in her eyes does nothing but make you even more nervous, what was going on with her? “I like it when you’re here too. Is everything okay?” 

Wanda lets out a sigh, you choose to ignore it thinking she’s probably starving by now. You place the plastic bag on the table, taking out the bags and giving Wanda her burger. A number 2 with grilled onions, two pickles, and no cheese. “And I got you these.” You slide the container to her.

Wanda gives you a questioning look before opening it, she lets out a gasp when she does. Animal style fries. The annoyed quirk of her eyebrows long gone. Closing the lid she gives you a thankful pout, her eyes glossing.  “Thank you…”

“I got you a strawberry milkshake too since I know you like dipping them with the animal fries.” You chuckled, putting the glass on the table. 

That’s when Wanda wanted to cry, cry pathetically into her perfect burger brought by your perfect, kind, compassionate self. Instead she tossed the burger aside and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your eyes widened in surprise, but pressed back with the same intensity, quickly melting into the kiss. 

Wanda sighing against your lips easily became your new favorite sound, eager to get her to make more, your hands coming up to cup her face. Eventually you realize that this isn’t just any girl, but your best friend. Your best friend who you’d have been crushing on for years, your best friend who just kissed you.

She kissed you.

And you almost break the kiss by how much you’re smiling but Wanda beats you to it, leaving lingering kisses on your lips, slowing the pace until her forehead is against yours. “I’m in love with you Y/n.”

Your breath hitches “M-Me too.”

Wanda shakes her head, moving to nuzzle against your collarbone. “No detka, as in more than just a friend.” She says, reminded of your previous statements on what friends do. Fuck being friends, you wanted Wanda. Wanted to show her how good of a partner you could be.

“So you like me?” You asked shyly, still processing the revelation.

Wanda picked up her head from your shoulder, correcting you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Love you.”

You swallowed dryly, feeling your heart race. “That's great- thats- I.”

“Just kiss me already.” She orders breathlessly, barely giving you time to mutter ‘okay’ before your lips are on hers again. 

It's not until the morning when you both come downstairs, lovesick smiles on your faces, that you realize the mess you left behind. Both burgers remain uneaten, but as your eyes glance down to yours and Wanda's intertwined fingers, you could care less. 

[sandyferal]

First fairyworld shotgun wedding in over 1,000 years huh.

[p0orbaby]

Wanda or reader see that TikTok trend where someone lifts up the bump to relieve pressure and try it for themselves. My family friends wife did it for her and her exact words when she did it after a cry of relief was ‘ ur an angel on earth and don’t u dare let go’. They stood there for around half an hour and I think she had never been more in love with her wife. 

Relief

a/n: more cute moments like this please!!

warnings: pregnancy pain, other than that’s it’s all fluff

word count: 419

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You’d notice Wanda’s grimaced features. A hand under her bump. The other pushed into her lower back.

Aches and pains were normal in pregnancy, so you normally observed her at a quiet distance, not wanting to overcrowd. But by the fourth time, and one too many sharp intakes of breath, you decided to intervene.

“Do you want me to help you get to bed? Maybe you should try and get some rest”

“Sitting makes it worse” she grits, frustrated. Not at you, at her lack of tolerance for pain.

“Makes what worse? I can massage your back, your ankles. Tell me and I’ll try to help”

“I just, ache. Everywhere. I’m huge. They’re heavy” she motions to her protruding stomach. “It’s like carrying around two bowling balls”

You deflated a little at not being able to help. How could you? It’s not like you could take the weight…

“How about I carry them?”

“I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” At least there was some humour in her voice. A little semblance of normalcy.

“I saw this thing online. Well actually, Tony showed me. It was of someone holding their wife’s bump. Actually holding it up. I could try that?”

“Do you think that would work?” The hope in her voice only made you more determined.

“Only one way to find out”

You slotted your body behind hers, prompting her to lean into you. Taking whatever weight she could off her feet.

“They put their hands under here” you informed. Giving a step by step as you went. “Cradled their hands like this. Intertwining their fingers. And lifted”

It was a task not to grunt in effort. Two bowling balls indeed. The long, satisfied hum she expelled all but confirmed your idea was working.

Her body leant back into you more. Her head leant back and rested on your shoulder. Her eyes fluttered closed. Bliss filled the room.

The two of you stood there for a good couple of minutes. You persevered. Held the weight for as long as you could manage.

“You have no idea how good this feels,” Wanda moaned. “Better than sex. Better than pizza”

“That good huh?” Your response was paired with a kiss to her temple.

A nod. A smirk. A telltale crinkle at the corners of her eyes.

“I’m going to be stuck here for a while aren't I?”

“Maybe just a little bit longer”

Aching arms were a small price to pay to see your wife happy.

[vaporwavedoggie]

Thinkin bout baby names

[untoldreader]

•New Wandanat Story coming soon•

The Miraculous Trio: A Journey of Love, Power, and Parenthood

Wanda Maximoff x Pregnant-Y/N x Natasha Romanoff

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda giggles as Y/N is on their knees, kissing her pregnant belly…

Wanda: stop! That tickles! And you’re riling up the boys!

Y/N: well I’d rather have my boys kicking than not

Wanda’s belly bounces a little as the boys kick from within…

Wanda: (giggles) now you’ve done it.

Y/N nuzzles Wanda’s belly and kisses it tenderly…

Y/N: I love my boys. And I love you, my little witch

Wanda tears up and gently pets her detka’s hair…

For @lifespectator

[romanoffsbish]

Our Sleeping Beauty

WandaNat x PregnantFem!Reader

Request | 1,347 Words

“We didn’t want to wake you up.”

Natasha—like always, was the first one of you three to wake up, and after a minute of ogling the both of your sleeping forms she went on her typical morning run. Only to return an hour later to an awake Wanda cuddling into your slumped form., “She’s still asleep?,” Natasha asked over a soft chuckle splitting Wanda’s attention between the two of you,“Yeah, and she’s just too cute to wake up.,” the witch mused with a raspy voice as she looked to her other wife with tired eyes full of love., “Then I say the two of us leave the sleeping beauty to rest while we run her errands.”

Wanda gently removed herself from your side, settling a pillow in her place as to not disturb you, and once she saw you were resettled she made her way over to embrace Natasha., “You’re absolutely right moya lyubov’, our angel is already overdoing it as it is, and she needs all the sleep she can get.,” Wanda confirms, then she leaves a soft peck to the redheads lips before scooting off into the restroom to get ready.

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Natasha sits down besides you, admiring how beautiful you were in quiet moments like this. When you’re not bustling around to keep the house in order, or to keep all the Avengers well fed. Being Tony’s assistant for nearly a decade sure had perks, but it also came with a hefty workload that your lovers see firsthand. They have repeatedly begged you to retire the job, to become their pretty little housewife, but you truly are a stubborn one. So for now they will just assist you as best they can, and allowing you to sleep while handling Tony’s ridiculous list is just going to have to do for the day.

Natasha just couldn’t help it as she settled a kiss to your forehead., “YA tebya lyublyu.,” a coy smile takes over her face when you stir ever so slightly in your sleep, the silky grey covers consequently fall and leave your pregnant belly exposed to your lover whose eager lips lean down to press another kiss to your bump., “Mama lyubit tebya.,” she gasps lowly when the baby shifts under her lips., “Ostavaysya yeshche malyutkoy. mame nuzhno pospat'.”

(I love you) (Mama loves you) (Stay still little one, mommy needs to sleep.)

Wanda quietly tiptoes over to the scene, her hand lays against Nat’s shoulder as she too leans in to press a loving kiss to your bump., “Be good little one.,” she whispers against your skin, then as she pulls back she turns Natasha’s body, carefully she pulls her off the bed as to not disturb you further, and then into a kiss., “This is going to be a long morning.,” she sighs against the older woman’s lips who then chuckles into the kiss., “Better get going then.,” and just like that the brunette was being pulled out of the room, and was off to collect your to do list from under the magnet on the fridge.

A significant amount of hours had flown by before you woke up with a start. The talons of one bored calico kitten had etched a mark into your thigh before the older black cat could stop her successor. Your eyes flew open to find the cat was now lying on your bump, purring loudly in what you assume to be a self soothing move as he awaited your likely scolding. Though it never came as you were too busy looking to the clock that flashed 11:00AM.

Panic etched its way into your very soul seeing as how Tony’s charity gala was tomorrow and you needed to get everything pulled together. You realize that in your pregnancy induced exhaustive state last night you’d forgotten to set your alarms, but the vacancy’s in bed that belonged to your lovers left you perplexed. They knew today was your important day set aside for pulling all the loose strings together for Tony, and it irked you that they’d leave you in the lurch like this knowing how much you valued your position with the billionaire.

You tried to get out of bed, but the process had only become harder the closer to your due date you got. Falling back with a huff you did the next best thing., “Hey Siri, call baby mama and baby daddy on speaker for a conference call.,” and after only a few rings you heard the sound of panting, and then a slightly panicked voice., "We didn't want to wake you up...,” Hearing Wanda in such a state amused you, and if you weren’t panicked yourself you might’ve tried to ease her worries., “Well I have a lot of work to do, and it was irresponsible to leave me sleeping well into the late morning.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at your tone, she was clear across the way from Wanda, and was nowhere near as worried about your anger., “Detka, we made a logical decision for the sake of your health, and you should be happy to know we handled all of your little tasks.,” Natasha’s face held a smug smile as you were silent, but Wanda’s held a grimace as she was almost certain you were planning their deaths., “So, instead of waking me up as you should’ve, you two went out and handled all of my work for me without any issues?,” your tone was level, and the words were clear as day, but still they found themselves at a loss for an answer.

The silence felt safer to your lovers, your question was simple, but it also felt like a perfectly crafted trap they didn’t wish to fall into today., “An answer would be nice.,” Wanda cleared her throat, deciding it was her turn to brave the storm that was a hormonal, unpredictable you., “Yes detka, we finished about an hour ago, now we’re actually headed to get some food for you—our beautiful angel.,” Natasha smirked at the brunette’s attempt to placate you, knowing that it was likely to work.

“What food?,” you asked just as level, though you had to fight off a laugh when you heard your wives gulp, because truth be told the answer they give now matters the most., “A BBQ Chicken pizza from Joe’s, loaded carnitas fries from Sal’s, and an Oreo shake from Jack in the Box.,” Natasha said without missing a beat, and she stared at Wanda through the car window with the aforementioned pizza in hand. Neither woman moved as they listened to your heavy breathing through the phone, they imagined you were likely sharpening your knives, but really you were just trying to sit up.

“When can I expect my lovely wives to return with my snacks then?,” they both sighed in relief when your voice was suddenly elated., “We’ll be there in less than twenty detka.,” Wanda cheerfully replied, the car was already thrown in reverse as Natasha was buckling up., “All will be fine just as long as we don’t forget my Coke from McDonald’s, because we all—.,” Natasha humorously cut you off, “There’s no Coke better than a McDonald’s coke. We know moya lyubov.,” she shook the icy drink near the phone’s microphone for emphasis and she could practically see your smile as you spoke., “Thank you Natty.,” and just as Wanda went to speak her displeasure you cut her off., “Thank you Wands, I know it was probably your idea.”

Wanda looked to Nat with a cheeky smirk., “Mhm, of course moya lyubov’, food was all me, but handling your day was all Natty.”

“Well, then you both have a good chance at receiving kisses for your efforts, but only if you’re on time.,” and you could actually hear the tires screeching., “See you soon lyubov.,” you giggled while snuggling the purring cats close., “I sure have your mommies wrapped around my finger.,” you mused with one hand on a cat, and the other lovingly rubbing your baby bump., “Gotta teach you now little one, because you and I are about to rule this castle if you get it all down now.”

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[iwasbored777]

They were looking for an actor who looks like Aubrey Plaza on purpose, Rio was Nicky's father confirmed 😭😭😭

[batllethinker]

Hello! Pregnant Wanda thoughts again. :)

Wanda is having a bad day cause she can't pinpoint what she's craving. What also adds on her sour mood is that Nat, is in a meeting all day and having a mission debried with Hill. She is itching to tel Friday to call Nat so she can help her with cravings but doesn't want to interrupt her wife cause she's working. What Wanda did instead is stress bake! She bakes enough to feed an entire enhanced individuals on the compound and it's not stopping there. She is also cooking her favorite, which is chicken paprikash. After all the cooking and baking, Nat is still not done and it is frustrating her already. She is now taking her frustrations to the poor cupcakes and purposely messing up the icing.

Friday ofc knows what's happening and alerted Nat on what's happening in the kitchen.

Oh my god, Nat coming back to a kitchen filled with all kind of pastries, and meals while Wanda is borderline breaking down because well, Nat is not with her and she still can't place what she's craving.

Anyway, Nat is kind of just smiling at the scene, walking in to hug Wanda from behind, just trying to calm her.