#wanda Maximoff

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Mine

*Mature content*

Biting, marking, strap-on, mommy kink, choking, oral, praising kink, Wanda being jealous.

Summary- you accompany your mother to the country club house, only to meet an interesting woman.

I don't really have a clue about tennis so bare with me here.

(y/m/n) - your mother's name

Milf Wanda is amazing! And thank you for so much positive feedback on my previous fic!

Your pov:

"Mom do I really have to go with you?" You ask, voice filled with annoyance as you follow the woman up the stairs.

"Yes you do. Now go pack your bags. I don't want to hear another word of this. We are going and that is final." You let out a defeated sigh, and walked up to your room. Your mother insisted, well more like forced you to accompany her to the country club to play some tennis because apparently you had been inside the house far too long this summer.

You were a good tennis player, that's for sure but being around so many snobbish, older people just wasn't how you wanted to spend your day. Especially with your mother's nagging voice ringing in your ear, constantly murmuring how you weren't playing perfectly. Nonetheless you began to get ready because you weren't in the mood for another scolding from the older woman. You put on your clothes, a pair of shoes, picked some essentials before placing them in your gym bag, and lastly, you grabbed your racket and a few tennis balls.

"Alright, let's go!" Your mom yelled from downstairs and you groaned. You rushed downstairs before grabbing your water bottle then walking towards the car.

"Trust me kid, I'd rather be at work than go to that country club." Your dad murmured softly from behind you and you only chuckled.

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You stepped out of the car before your mom walked behind you, a grumble of annoyance escaping her lips.

"I told you, no short skirts, are you trying to show your ass to everyone? Christ what will people think?!" You rolled your eyes but you had a sly smirk painted across your face. Perhaps you'd find someone interesting here.

Your family walked into the Westview Country club, being stopped by a couple of your mother's closest friends. Your dad had already wandered off to the buffet and you were left awkwardly standing in the center of the large room.

You sighed, annoyance already bubbling up deep within you. You decided to make your way outside to the courts instead of just standing alone in the room. You were bored and beyond frustrated that your mother had pulled you away from the comfort of your room and forced you to come here. You walked past a few people you knew, smiling at those who even offered a glance your way. The rest of them just passed you without a word or just gave you a scowl. Well isn't everyone in this place just a ray of sunshine.

Minutes later and you were starting to get pissed. Your mother was nowhere to be found and your dad was surrounded by a bunch of other men talking about sports or the young girls they had been sleeping around with. Ew.

As you made your way to an empty court, you got hit by a tennis ball on your head.

"Ouch! What the fuck man?" You grabbed the ball before turning around, ready to scold whoever had hit you with the ball. You knew it wasn't intentional but you just wanted to let your frustrations out.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart, a friend and I were playing and turns out my aim wasn't right." A blonde woman apologized with a sincere smile on her face. You weren't even paying attention to her apology because you were so mesmerized by her features. This woman was sculpted by aphrodite herself. The woman had short blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, plump pink lips, manicured finger nails that could probably ruin you...

"Oh um no it's okay." You cleared your throat in embarrassment before letting a chuckle fall past your lips. The blonde just smiled at you before she tilted her head.

"Do I know you? You just look so familiar?" She asked, now placing her racket in her other hand.

"Oh no. I don't think so. My mother is actually the one who comes here often and-"

"Y/n, there you are." Your mom came in, interrupting the conversation you were having with this mysterious woman.

"Oh. I see you've met Wanda Maximoff." Your mom murmured and it was then that you remembered the infamous woman your mother did not like. At all.

Wanda, on the other hand now realized why you looked so familiar. You practically had your mother's face if it wasn't for the difference in eye color and well because you were younger.

Back to you, you still wondered how your mother could hate such a beautiful woman. Then again, your mother hated everyone. Your eyes ran over the woman's features before they landed on those gorgeous green eyes that were looking right at you before they turned to your mother.

"Hello y/m/n." Wanda said, her voice sounding as equally pissed as your mom's. The blonde woman averted her eyes to you, smiling at you before your mom began talking.

"We should catch up! Have some tea some time." Your mom said and you fought the urge to scoff.

"Of course, that would be great, I really should get back to my game though." The blonde spoke and you were a little upset that you wouldn't have time to talk to her anymore.

"Well y/n here is a great player herself. Maybe she can play against you." You turned to your mom with a scowl plastered on your face. Of course your mom would do this. Yes, you wanted to talk to the blonde but you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of her.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all."She smiled and winked at you. You blushed a little before your mother nudged you to walk over to the court she was playing at.

You and Wanda began walking in an awkward filled silence until the blonde woman spoke up.

"Your mother. Very interesting woman isn't she? " She said and you laughed a little.

"Yeah, one could say that. But I'd like to think we're different."

"How so?" She asked and you just shrugged.

"I don't know, I just guess we're not the same." Wanda nodded and watched as you walked in front of her, your skirt riding up from your movements.

"Sorry Agnes, do you mind if I play with someone else right now?" Wanda asked and the woman named Agnes just agreed before walking off the courts.

"No problem hun, I should catch up with Ralph and make sure he isn't up to anything stupid." She  joked before turning to you.

"Hiya hot stuff, what's your name?"

"Y/n." You said with a shy smile and Agnes chuckled.

"Well aren't you a cutie. Anyways you two enjoy your game. And take it easy on her Wanda." Agnes said with a pointed look making her friend roll her eyes.

"I should warn you, I'm not the best player." You said with a shrug of your shoulders which made the blonde woman smile.

"Neither am I sweetheart, but we'll see what happens yeah?" Wanda said as she bent down to pick a ball up.

You watched as she bent down. You fought the urge to stare at her ass but it wasn't that easy. Wanda could feel your eyes on her and when she stood up she had the biggest smirk on her face.

"See something you like?" She teased and you felt your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"Uhm I'm sorry." She only laughed before walking over to place her bottled water down.

You walked over to place your phone and water bottle on the side before making your way to your side of the court. And just like that, you and Wanda began your game of tennis.

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"Well, you're quite the excellent player yourself Ms y/l/n"

"You're not too bad too Mrs Maximoff."

"Oh honey, please call me Wanda. Mrs Maximoff makes me feel old." She says with a small laugh and you nod your head.

"Alright Wanda." The name slips off your tongue in a way that has Wanda holding onto her racket for her dear life. You were so sweet and adorable to her, something about you intrigued her. She'd never felt this way before. Never with her past relationships and surely never with Vision. And the smile you sent her afterwards, was enough to make her feel like she was young again. Something about you drew her in and she wanted to explore it more.

You could practically feel the tension between the two of you, her eyes scanning your face and her lips parted but of course your mother just had to walk in and ruin the moment.

"Who won?" She asked and you turned to Wanda.

"Uh we weren't really keeping track." You said while shrugging and you could see your mom fighting back a scoff.

"But it was fun." you commented and Wanda sent you a wink.

"Well it was nice to see you Wanda, but we should get going."

Your mom pulled you away before you even got the chance to say goodbye to Wanda.

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After that day, you found yourself visiting the country club more often just to see a particular blonde woman. You often went with your parents or sometimes even alone.

Wanda caught onto your little act and she loved every second of it. She loved the days when you'd decide to come alone. That way, she could be more flirtatious with you not that she stopped even when your parents were around, she just did it skillfully.

"I see you've come alone. Is it perhaps to see me once again?" She asks with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Well Wanda as much as I do enjoy seeing you, who says a girl can't come here to play some tennis?" You teased with a wiggle of your brow and she chuckled.

"Fair enough, but enough of that, join me for a drink?" She asks with a hopeful smile and who were you to deny some time with the blonde woman.

So with a nod of your head, you followed the woman to the bar area. You sat down with Wanda next to you, and she called over the bartender to order a drink. You spent the afternoon talking to Wanda, and it was absolutely amazing. It seemed as though the alcohol she drank made her more bold with her touches and glances, and even her words were much more sultry and suggestive than before. And you won't lie, you did enjoy the slightest bit of attention that you got from the older woman.

"Can I ask a qiestion?"

"Well you're already asking me one aren't you detka?" She teases and you laugh lightly.

"Go ahead."

"Are you married?" Wanda is taken aback by your question and you are immediately overcome with a dreadful feeling.

"Oh god I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just wondered why you were reffered to as Mrs since, well I haven't really seen you wear a ring."

Wanda shakes her head with a small chuckle that eases your nevers just a bit.

"That's alright malysh, I'm not mad. I was married but unfortunately we didn't work out." She pauses for a moment, her finger tracing the outline of the glass like she was contemplating whether to continue talking or not.

"I understand, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"You're precious." She remarks again, giving you a wink that sends butterflies down to your stomach.

"He wasn't faithful. After I had my twins, he sort of just distanced himself. I thought I was overthinking it but I guess I was right when he'd barely come home at night or whenever he did, he'd smell like another woman's perfume." A dry chuckle escaped her lips and your heart clenches.

"I'm sorry about that." You say, reaching for her hand and rubbing it. She gives you a small smile before clearing her throat.

"That's all in the past malysh. I guess the name still sticks to this day."

"You have twins?" You ask with a smile and she nods her head.

"Hm hm. My two boys, Billie and Tommy."

"That's amazing." You say with a genuine smile and Wanda gives you one of her wide smiles.

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"You're in to her aren't you Wanda?" Her friend asked as they sat on the pool chairs, watching the twins have fun inside the pool.

"Of course not Agnes, that's insane. I just have an admiration for her. That's it."

"Oh what a bunch of bull-" Wanda gives Agnes a warning look that silences the brunette from finishing her cuss word.

"It's harmless fun Agnes. It really isn't anything." Wanda explains to her friend who doesn't believe a single word she says. Agnes scoffs but says nothing more, instead she picks up her drink and takes a sip of it while watching Wanda with a unamused expression.

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Wanda had asked you to help her with a few things at her home. And being the polite girl who had grown a crush on the woman, well you agreed. Which is how you found yourself next to the woman, helping her with her sink.

"Do you really know what you're doing there y/n?" She asked, gaze shamefully sweeping down your frame.

"Your lack in faith for me is quite undermining Wanda." You joke as you finished up. Wanda bit her lip, heat spreading down her spine as she watches you fix her sink.

"There. Done." You remarked as you stood up. You opened the faucet, smiling to yourself once the water begins to run.

"Problem solved."

"Thank you y/n you're a life saver." She murmurs and you shoot her a smile.

"How much can I pay you?"She asked as she pulled her wallet out.

"Oh no, please it's not necessary."

"Nonsense y/n, let me at least give you something." She pulls out money, handing it to you but you push her hand back gently.

"I'm serious, it's okay Wanda." With the way you were looking at the woman, she could only breath out before darting her tongue to the corner of her mouth. The small action catches your attention almost immediately and the tension in the kitchen rises, the both of you being aware of it.

"Is there maybe another way I could pay you?" She asks in a husky tone that has your stomach flipping and before you know it, her lips are pressed against yours.

You're taken slightly aback with the kiss and the ferocity of it but you kissed her back with the same level passion. Wanda  pushed you against the kitchens counter, her arms moving up to wrap around your neck as yours find their place around her waist. The two of you battle for dominance but you manage to overpower her and you bite her tongue which has her eliciting a whine. Wanda pulls away from the heated kiss, her cheeks coated in a red tint  breath still ragged from the kiss the two of you just shared.

The both of you don't say anything to one another for a while and once Wanda starts speaking, you can't seem to pay attention because all you were thinking about was what was under the clothes she had on. When Wanda realizes that you weren't paying attention to what she was saying, because your dilated pupils were focused on her cleavage instead, she could not help the flutter of butterflies that erupted inside her stomach. The idea of someone wanting her after so long has her feeling different, almost as if she was finally being seen.

And when you see Wanda begin to unbottun her shirt, your eyes are fixated on her movements before they trail up to her face that has a smirk planted on it.

"Are you sure there isn't another way I can pay you y/n? I think you'd like this payemnet very much." Her tone was so sultry and fuck did it make you wet. All you could do was clear your throat, your mouth running dry as she slips her blouse off. Your hands twitch in response, the urge to reach out and touch her smooth skin so strong.

"You can touch if you'd like." She teases and you reach out to pull her in for a searing kiss. Wanda can't help the moan that escapes her lips as you reach over to touch her covered breasts. She hums in pleasure as your fingers trail to her shoulders, to pull the straps of her bra down. Wanda's eyes are dilated, her breathing has escalated and she now stares at you with a pleading look.

"Y/n... Touch me."

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Another sunny day and Wanda was sitting outside on the pool chairs with her friend next to her. She watched as her boys played in the swimming pool, a water gun in Tommy's hand while Billy held a ball. Agnes, ever the talkative one between the two of them, continued to rant about her husband. Something about his mother coming into town and Agnes wanting nothing more than to run away. But Wanda couldn't pay attention to her.

Not when her thoughts were consumed by you and you only.

"Y/n and I are having sex." She said quietly but loud enough for Agnes to hear.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what I said."

"Could you perhaps elaborate."

"What is there to elaborate, her and I are..."

"Fucking?"

"Not so loud." Wanda slaps her friend on the shoulder, her eyes scanning at the children before they're back on Agnes.

"But yes."

"How did this begin and... When?"

"It just... Happened."

You kissed Wanda again and again until you had no air to breathe. The older woman was now sprawled on her bed, her chest heaving with anticipation as you slowly slid her panties off. Wanda licked her lips in anticipation, her heart racing as she waited for your first move. And when you finally latched your tongue onto her bundle of nerves, her head was thrown back in pleasure.

"Oh.... Fuck!" The tatse of her sweet nectar had you humming in satisfaction before you greedily began to feast on the blonde woman's pussy.

Wanda's hands were locked in your hair, pulling the coils as her thighs wrapped around your head.

"god y/n just like that!"

"You tatse so amazing Wanda."

"Well it happened the day she helped me fix my sink."

"And when you say 'having sex' you mean that you two are still..."

"Yes."

Another day at the tennis club and instead of doing the actual sport, you were currently doing Wanda in the country clubs bathroom. With the older woman propped onto one of the sinks in one of the country clubs' luxurious bathroom, you had been eagerly eating her out for a long while. Wanda bit her lip in attempt to suppress her moans but with your skilled tongue swiping through her folds and collecting her wetness as if her slick was keeping you alive, and maybe it was.

"Y/n, please S-stop..." She whimpered as you brought her to her third orgasm in that bathroom. You hummed but when you you tried to move an inch away from the woman's pussy, her hand was grabbing your head, pushing you towards her pussy once again.

"You want me to move or stay?" You teased as a finger collected her slick before bringing it up to her face as proof of how wet she was.

"I don't think you want me to stop because your pussy sings otherwise Wanda." The woman groans and the smirk on your face grows before you slip your fingers inside her again.

"Well this is something I didn't expect." Agnes mumbles while downing the last of her drink.

"How is she?"

"She's... indescribable."

"Better than Vision?" The brunette woman asks with a teasing smile that has Wanda scoffing.

"What he did, y/n could probably do in her sleep."

"Well my dear, I just advice you to be careful Wanda. You know how people feel about well you know homosexuality. Besides her mother is a devil so the territory you're playing on is quite dangerous."

Wanda hums in agreement. She knew that Agnes was right but that didn't mean that she would even think about ending whatever it is that you two had. Not when she was having so much fun.

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Sunday services weren't really your favorite thing to attend. That was until you met Wanda. Now it was somewhat tolerable. It's not that you didn't like the word but the environment around you was toxic. You could do without the remarks about homosexuality or the snark comments that were thrown your way at times, that's what you hated the most.

But there you sat, a few rows behind the older woman. Wanda looked as dashing as ever. With her blonde hair styled perfectly, a blue dress adoring her gorgeous figure to which she topped off with a diamond necklace. And right next to her, were her two children, who were dressed in suits. You could tell that it had been a hassle to get both Billy and Tommy into those suits since Tommy could not stop tugging at his tie whenever his mother wasn't looking at him. But nevertheless, they all looked like the perfect family.

"Y/n?" A somewhat familiar voice called your name from behind and you turned to see Sam, a girl who you had once shared intimacy with in the past.

"Sam? What are you doing here?"

"Why are you so shocked to see me huh?" She joked and you shook your head.

"You don't go to church."

"Touché. I'm actually here with my older sister. She thought it would be beneficial you know." You nodded your head in understanding before she moved over to you.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Please, go ahead." She gave you a smile, and once upon a time you would have melted at the sight but now your heart was somewhere else.

Speaking of which, Wanda had been staring at the two of you for some time now. She tilted her head, trying to figure out what was going on between the two of you. And when Sam sat next to you, she couldn't help but frown at this. It seemed like the two of you knew each other. Especially with the Way Sam was practically undressing you with her eyes.

She should be shameful. Not because she was in a holy place but because she was stepping onto another woman's property. Not that Wanda saw you as property, but she didn't like this at all.

"So do you wanna go out sometime maybe?" Sam asked with her hand on your shoulder as the service had finally ended.

"Uh no." You pushed her hand away, in attempt of getting away from her.

"I'm seeing someone."

"Oh."

"I should go anyway."

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Wanda had told you prior to meet her later that night. She had mentioned how she had wanted to surprise you with something that day a week ago and you could not help the giddy feeling that had been arising in you. Wanda had given you a key to her house some time ago, so it was easy for you to slip into her home without any hassle.

As you walked up the stairs with your hands inside your pocket, you could hear the faint noise of shuffling which you could only assume was from the master bedroom. And when you walked inside, you spotted the blonde woman seated on her bed, a silk robe covering her features.

"Hi." You spoke giddly and Wanda only offered a smile in acknowledgement before beckoning you over with that same smile on her face. You walked over to the woman, who slowly but surely got you to be situated onto your knees in front of her, her hand placing the small strand of hair behind your ear.

"Who was that girl you were with earlier on?" She asked and you frowned in confusion.

"Which girl?"

"Don't play coy with me y/n." You tilted your head, still confused as to what she had been talking about until it dawned you.

"Oh she was just someone."

"Uh huh." Wanda was quiet for a moment before humming.

"Do I look dumb malyshka?"

"W-what no."

"Let me tell you something y/n. I don't like it when someone touches what's mine and sweetie, that friend of yours was touching what was mine."

"Well i-"

"Did mommy say you could talk?" Woah.

"Now it might have been my own fault for letting that cute little head of yours think that you were in charge because my sweet girl, you aren't." Her tone was straight up condescending and you were taken aback by the women's sudden dominance but you'd be a fool if you said you didn't love it.

"I'm sorry." Was all you could mumble as you bowed your head.

"Oh mommy knows you are sweetheart, and you can always make it up to me, right?"

"Yes I can, I promise I can."

"Good girl. Now... " Wanda slipped her robe off, and you were borderline shocked to see a harness attached to her hips.

"Pretty right? And I'm sure it will look even better inside your pussy." She murmured and you couldn't help but let out a small whine.

"Falling into obedience so easily huh?" She chuckled darkly before her hands were in your hair.

"Why don't you get this wet for me huh?" She said while guiding the toy to your lips. And you now being the good girl you are, opened your mouth gladly accepting the toy inside.

"Oh what a precious sight this is." Wanda bit her lip as she watched you suck the red silicone toy in amazement. She was mesmerized with watching it disappear before it reappeared covered in a layer of your spit. Wanda let out a groan once she heard you gag around the toy, she had to hear it again, to see your face become ruined from her ministrations.

Wanda's hips began to raise on their own accord and she cooed as the strap hit the back of your throat countless times.

"That's okay, look how good you're doing for me." And she continued to fuck your mouth until she was satisfied with the results which was your teary half lidded eyes looking up at her.

"How pretty." Wanda commanded you to strip until you were bare before she instructed you to lay down onto her rather comfortable bed. She'd purposefully told you to leave your panties on because she wanted to be the one to slip the garments off. And when she ripped the material apart with a dark look in her eyes, you then realized that you were in for it all. Especially since you had no clue of what lengths Wanda was capable of.

Wanda wasted no time with her fingers. With your slick covered pussy, she maneuvered her two fingers inside before moving them at a moderate pace. Never did you think the woman you had secretly been seeing for almost two months, had this side to her. A feral, dominant and more sadistic side. But you fucking loved it.

"Look at this sweet pussy. What is it that you said huh? Your pussy sings for me..."She reiterated the words you had once told her as she scissored her two digits inside you.

Wanda was fucking you with her fingers. Hard. She just couldn't get the picture of that girl next to you. Wanda would make sure that you knew your body belonged to her. Whenever she would be around, your body would yearn for her subconsciously, your mind would need her. You would need her. She continued with her ministrations, watching as her once dry fingers were now soaked with your arousal.

She smiled to herself, her mind wheeling with all the possibilities she could do with you. And when her mouth latched onto your clit, you were practically gone. The older women fucked you as if she'd known your body for years. You were certain the women knew your body better than you did. You shuddered as her teeth grazed over your clit, a wanton moan escaping your lips from the sensation.

"Oh you like that don't you? Such a pretty girl." She cooed before doing it again. Wanda separated from your pussy, her fingers slipped out of your pussy and you whined which only made her smirk.

"Wanda-"

"Patience dear, you said you'd make it up to me didn't you?" She asked with a raised brow and you let out a huff.

"Don't worry, mommy knows was best for you." She lightly slapped your face before her slick covered fingers were placed inside your mouth.

"Suck. Clean your mess up." And you did. You sucked and licked her fingers as if your life was dependent on it.

"Good girl. If only you could see yourself. You look so fuckable." Wanda's teeth tugged at her lips as her fingers were pulled out of your mouth then slipped inside your pussy again. She began moving them slowly, and your hips started moving on their own accord, needing to feel her fingers slide deeper inside of you.

"Awwe pretty girl, do you want me to fuck you?" A frustrated eye roll was sent her way and within the blink of an eye, Wanda had her hand pressed against your throat, her eyes glimmering with anger, disappointment and lust.

"Don't be a brat now. I don't like brats." She said, her hand tightening around your neck, but not to the point where you couldn't breathe, just as a warning to you.

"M'sorry."

"I'm sure you are." Her hand was still on your neck as the fingers inside you quickened.

"Is this all that you want? To cum?" Her question made you stutter but you nodded your head. Wanda tutted but her fingers still continued to move inside of you.

"Pathetic." Her fingers hit that spongy spot inside you that had you babbling and begging to ask Wanda to cum. She smirked before she made a thinking face.

"You wanna cum detka? Cum for me then."

As the older woman made that final command, your body spasmed and you experienced one of the most toe curling orgasms you'd ever received in your life.

"Fuck."

"There we go, just let go yeah?" Wanda whispered inside your ear as she marked your neck. A reminder that you were hers and anyone that would see these marks would know that you belonged to someone, even if they didn't know it was her.

And when you finally came back from your high, Wanda had already been positioning the strap on inside of you,catching you off guard almost immediately.

"Look how easily it slides in?" She murmured as she slowly began to thrust the toy inside of you.

You could feel it tearing you apart. The silicone toy was longer and girthier than you had expected it to be. But with the way Wanda had been looking at you while her fingers played with your nipples the pain has soon subsided, slowly becoming pleasurable. You moaned and whimpered as Wanda took full control of your body, somehow fucking you into the bed.

"You're mine y/n, don't forget that." She said as she pounded into you. You didn't know what to do with yourself. This pleasure was overwhelming but in a good way.

"Say it."

"I'm yours." With gritted teeth, she continued rutting her hips inside of you and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

"Come on y/n, cum again. And you're gonna keep cumming until I tell you you can stop." Wanda mumbled, her hips never getting tired of pistoning in and out of you, especially with the way your pussy was gripping the toy. Or the way your arousal would spread all over the toy, god it was mesmerizing. And soon enough you had been succumbing the pleasure, your second orgasm of the night hitting you like a tidal wave.

But Wanda Maximoff was a woman of her word. And when she said you'd cum until she was satisfied, she meant it. She was adamant on making your body hers. From the marks to the bites and to your pussy singing for her. Just her.

By the end of the night, your body was hers and her body was yours.

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[florida3exclamationpoints]

Agatha Harkness + text posts pt. 3/?

[randomshyperson]

hotel room - wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: (+18), bottom!wanda, eating out (w), soft smut.

A/n: totally inspired by this pic i literally just wrote it down.

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"you've been so stressed lately, little witch. let me help you with that."

the words were whispered into her ear. the intent and meaning behind them made wanda shiver in anticipation, and as your lips descended, her hands found the headboard in a desperate search of some sort of anchor.

you weren't lying - wanda has been stressed. the separation of the avengers, the exponential and unpredictable increase of her powers, the lack of public approval. but everything becomes a background whenever she's around you , especially when your tongue teases her nipples.

a needy whine escapes her mouth and she can feel your smug smile against her chest. wanda would have pinched you for being so cocky, but the tightening of the grip on her hips showed her that her sounds were affecting you as much as your touches dismantle her.

if you wished, you could prolong this. tease her endlessly just for the pressure of hearing her beg - and lord knows she would. hips already desperate, underwear so soaked she was shamelessly leaking through the fabric.

it was all your fault obviously. you were laying down together before, soft but bold and intimate touches while she talked about her week. you worked her up so naturally and so quickly that the offer of a stress relief would actually be her suggestion if you weren't quicker.

and you have always been so unfairly good at this. good with her, her body, her needs. your mouth move down her belly, licking and teasing all the way to where she needs the most. wanda's so responsive. she gasps in anticipation for every flick of your tongue, until she's panting, ready and impatience.

the reward is sweet. she's loud when she's desperate and Wanda is so desperate. she arches her back as your tongue finds her warm and wet through the fabric. your fingers are rushed, pulling her panties out of the way, you've finally lost that thin patience to just tease her. wanda maximoff is maddening, her scent, her sounds, her taste.

you moan as you eat her out. eagerly and hungry. you lick every corner, you tease her entrance, you flick her clit.

"ah, detka." wanda shouldn't try to speak now. She physically can't form any sentences that make sense at this point. she wants to ask for more, but you start sucking and all that leaves her lips are pathetic little whines. she wants to ask "faster" but your tongue goes deep inside as your hands hold her open and all she can do is choke on throat moan.

all lights in that messy motel room flicker, maybe the whole goddam city, when she's ready to fall over the edge. when she's ready to let go.

you pull away just to whisper "come for me, witchy" before resuming your movements and it doesn't take longer for her to do just that.

she sounds so beautiful, she looks breathtaking. chest heaving, a frown of pleasure. the sweetness of her wetness on your tongue.

you messily lick her clean, make her whine a little more. she gropes around on the bed until she reaches your hair, fingers running through the soft strands until she's gripping. her original intention was to pull you up to kiss you, but you start over.

Well, maybe she just needs to de-stress a little more.

[crim50n-r8er-reblogs]

You forgot someone lol

⊱ Ladies of Marvel Rivals ⊰

• Bonus: Cloak :D •

[thedarktowerdames]

[womenofmcu]

[stevn-rgers]

Favorite characters: Wanda Maximoff

“I don’t need you to tell me who I am.”

[rochellenorlund1990]

Wanda & Vision got married. They do make a wonderful couple.

Wanda Maximoff and Vision in “WandaVision”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Loving You Was Never Hard

Part 2

Wandanat x fem!reader

Summary: The morning after your first night with them leads you to helping out Wanda

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Emotional distress, domestic tension, domestic fluff, found family dynamics, reader reluctant to accept help, financial instability

Authors note: I hope this part lives up to the first

When you woke up it was a lot more peaceful this time. The bed was warm and sunlight seeped into the windows. Without much thought you turned over, snuggling up to the space heater of a body next to you. 

A soft voice rang out, “Are you trying to steal my wife Malyshka?” it startled you as your eyes shot open. You looked to find yourself cuddled up to Natasha, making you jump, fumbling out from between the two which had Wanda chuckling. She was sitting there, laptop on her. Still in her pajamas, but she added a blue robe and glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. 

Natasha had rolled over, a smirk on her face, “Well my wife wasn’t giving me any cuddles so I wasn’t complaining.” A teasing lithe to her voice, making Wanda roll her eyes. 

“Well there was a body between us for the first time in quite a bit.” Wanda teased back. Your brows furrowing together.

You blinked, still groggy, as you tried to process their banter. A body between them? Your mind was sluggish, but warmth crept into your chest at the realization—they were talking about you.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, quickly sitting up and putting a little space between yourself and Natasha. “I didn’t mean to…”

Wanda let out a soft chuckle as she shut her laptop and set it aside. “Don’t be sorry,” she said easily. “You looked peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.”

Natasha stretched, rolling her shoulders before sitting up as well, smirking. “Yeah, and I didn’t mind you using me as a heater,” she added, glancing at you. “Better than waking up freezing.”

You glanced between them, unsure how to respond. The easy way they interacted, the teasing, the familiarity—it all felt like something you were intruding on.

Wanda reached out slightly, as if to brush a stray hair from your face, but you shifted back before she could. It wasn’t intentional, just instinctive, and Wanda caught the movement immediately. She let her hand drop, expression unreadable, before she simply folded her hands in her lap.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, voice still gentle but with a touch more distance now.

You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah… better than I have in a while.”

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, and Natasha shot you a glance, her smirk dimming slightly. “Good. You needed it.”

There was a pause, not necessarily uncomfortable but not entirely easy either. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself—whether to stay, to get up, to leave them to their morning routine.

You hesitated, glancing between them before shifting to sit up. “I should probably…” You trailed off, unsure how to finish the thought.

Wanda picked up on it instantly, offering an easy out. “I was about to make breakfast,” she said, her voice warm but measured. “There’s coffee if you want some.”

Natasha smirked, stretching lazily. “You should take her up on that. She actually knows what she’s doing in the kitchen.”

Wanda shot her a look but didn’t argue. Instead, she turned her attention back to you, reaching out slightly as if to brush a stray hair from your face—only for you to instinctively lean away. It wasn’t a big movement, but it was enough. Wanda’s hand paused for a fraction of a second before she pulled it back, smiling as if she hadn’t noticed.

“You like pancakes?” she asked casually.

You nodded, glancing down at your hands. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Wanda said lightly, pushing her laptop aside. “I’ll make plenty.”

You mumbled a quiet “thanks” before slipping out of the room, your stomach fluttering with something unfamiliar. The warmth from earlier had faded, replaced by something uncertain—something that lingered even as you made your way toward the kitchen.

The smell of coffee and something sweet greeted you as you stepped into the kitchen. Wanda was already at the stove, her robe loosely tied as she flipped a pancake with practiced ease. A soft hum left her lips as she worked, and for a moment, you simply watched, hesitant to interrupt.

“Coffee’s ready,” she said without turning around, somehow knowing you were there. “Mugs are in the cabinet above the machine.”

You moved quietly, grabbing a cup and pouring yourself some. The warmth was grounding in your hands as you leaned against the counter, watching as Wanda stacked another pancake onto a growing pile.

“You sleep okay?” she asked, finally glancing over at you.

You nodded, blowing lightly on your coffee. “Yeah. Better than I expected.”

Her lips twitched in a knowing smile. “Nat’s a human furnace. Hard not to sleep well when she’s nearby.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you took a sip instead. Wanda didn’t seem to mind the silence, focusing back on her cooking. After a few moments, Natasha strolled in, hair still tousled from sleep. She moved past you easily, resting a hand on Wanda’s lower back as she peered over her shoulder.

“Smells good,” Natasha murmured before leaning in, pressing a quick kiss to Wanda’s temple. It was an easy, natural affection, and something about it made your chest tighten.

Wanda turned slightly, lifting an eyebrow at you. “Want to set the table?”

You blinked, snapping out of whatever haze you’d fallen into. “Oh—yeah, of course.”

Natasha smirked, clearly amused by something, but she didn’t comment as you quickly busied yourself with plates and utensils. The domesticity of it all was overwhelming in a way you couldn’t quite name. They moved around each other seamlessly, comfortable in their roles. You were just an observer, a guest—but for the first time, you wondered what it would feel like to belong here.

You set the table quietly, focusing on the task to avoid the strange, fluttering feeling in your chest. It was just breakfast—just two people moving easily around their kitchen. You were overthinking it.

Wanda carried over the plate of pancakes, setting them in the center before taking her seat. Natasha followed, grabbing the syrup and butter before sitting beside her. You hesitated, then took the spot across from them.

Wanda gestured toward the food. “Go ahead, dig in.”

You reached for a pancake, but your movements slowed when Natasha wordlessly reached over and plucked an extra one onto your plate. You glanced up, but she was already cutting into her own stack like it was nothing.

“Do you usually cook breakfast?” you asked Wanda, trying to push past the feeling of being taken care of so casually.

Wanda hummed in response. “Most of the time. Natasha can make toast.”

“Hey,” Natasha cut in, pointing at her with her fork, “I can also make eggs.”

Wanda smirked, not looking up. “Burnt eggs.”

You bit back a laugh, watching Natasha shake her head before focusing on her food. It was so… normal.

As you ate, the conversation remained light, mostly led by Wanda. Natasha was attentive, but quieter, like she was content to just listen. You found yourself relaxing, the initial awkwardness easing into something more comfortable.

At one point, Wanda reached across the table—maybe to brush something off your sleeve, maybe just to get the syrup—but instinct had you leaning back slightly before she could touch you. It was barely noticeable, but Wanda’s hand hesitated for just a second before she continued as if nothing had happened.

You clenched your jaw, hoping she wouldn’t say anything about it. She didn’t, but Natasha’s sharp gaze flickered to you briefly, like she had noticed. You quickly looked down at your plate, pretending not to see.

“Any plans for the day?” Wanda asked, steering the conversation back to something light.

You swallowed, shaking your head. “Not really.”

“Good.” Natasha leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Then you have time to let Wanda rope you into whatever errands she’s running.”

Wanda shot her a look. “I wasn’t going to rope her into anything.”

Natasha just raised an eyebrow, and Wanda sighed before turning back to you. “I do have some things to pick up, but you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to say no, to keep some distance, but another part of you—one you didn’t quite understand—didn’t want to leave just yet.

“…I can come,” you found yourself saying.

Wanda’s smile was warm, almost like she had expected that answer. “Alright then. We’ll leave in a bit.”

Natasha watched the exchange with quiet amusement, but she didn’t say anything.

You finished your breakfast, pushing away the thought that maybe, just maybe, you were already getting pulled into something you wouldn’t be able to walk away from so easily.

After finishing breakfast, you excused yourself to go get dressed, heading back to the guest room. You took your time, standing in front of the small suitcase you'd been living out of and debating what to wear. It wasn’t like this was a date—just a simple trip out—but there was still a nervous energy lingering under your skin.

Eventually, you settled on a pair of dark jeans and a fitted, long-sleeved top in a neutral color. Comfortable but put-together. You laced up your sneakers and gave yourself a final glance in the mirror before heading back out.

Wanda was waiting near the front door, her phone in one hand as she scrolled through what you assumed was a shopping list. She looked up when she heard you approach, offering a small smile.

She was dressed casually, but effortlessly elegant—black high-waisted trousers that flattered her figure, paired with a soft-looking burgundy sweater. The sleeves were slightly oversized, covering part of her hands as she held her phone. Simple gold jewelry accented the look, a thin chain resting against her collarbone.

“You ready?” she asked, slipping her phone into her pocket.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

She grabbed her coat, a sleek black trench, and pulled it on before grabbing her keys. “Let’s go, then.”

You followed her out to her car, climbing into the passenger seat as she started the engine. The warmth of the heater kicked on almost immediately, filling the car with a soft hum.

The drive started in comfortable silence, the soft sound of music playing through the speakers. Wanda tapped her fingers against the steering wheel in time with the beat, glancing over at you every so often but not pushing for conversation.

“Thanks for coming with me,” she said eventually, eyes still on the road. “It’s nice having company.”

You glanced at her, unsure how to respond. You settled for a small nod. “Yeah… no problem.”

Wanda didn’t say anything else, but her smile lingered.

You turned to look out the window, watching as the city passed by. You weren’t sure what today would bring, but for now, you let yourself settle into the moment, feeling a little less like an outsider than you had that morning.

The car ride was peaceful, and before long, Wanda pulled into the parking lot of a high-end grocery store you’d never been to before. The building itself was sleek and modern, with large glass windows and a sign that practically radiated luxury. Even from outside, you could tell this wasn’t your average store.

Stepping inside only confirmed it—everything was neatly arranged, the lighting was warm and inviting, and the air carried the scent of freshly baked bread and expensive coffee. You felt slightly out of place as Wanda grabbed a basket and started moving through the aisles with effortless familiarity.

She picked up items methodically, scanning labels and placing things in the basket with a precision that made it clear she’d done this a hundred times before. Every now and then, she’d glance over and ask, “Do you like this?” or “Have you had this before?” showing you different brands or specialty items.

Then, as she reached for a box of pasta, she added casually, “Oh, and grab some snacks for yourself.”

You hesitated, caught off guard. “Oh, I’m good.”

Wanda paused, looking at you with a slight frown. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t really—” you stopped yourself, shifting awkwardly. The truth was, you didn’t have extra money to be spending on expensive grocery store snacks, and you had no way of paying her back.

Wanda seemed to catch on quickly. She straightened, crossing her arms loosely. “Malyshka, just grab some things you like.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.”

You shook your head. “Wanda, I don’t have money for this. I can’t pay you back.”

Her expression softened. “We’re not keeping a tab on you, detka.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Wanda cut you off before you could.

“We just want you to be comfortable,” she continued. “And part of that means making sure you have things you like. So, pick out some snacks. Please.”

You hesitated for a moment longer, then let out a small sigh of defeat. “Fine.”

Wanda smiled, victorious. “Good.”

Still feeling a little awkward about it, you made your way toward the snack aisle, scanning the shelves for things that caught your eye. Wanda stayed close but gave you space, only offering occasional suggestions.

It felt… nice. Unfamiliar, but nice.

[wandaslovey]

oh, hi mommy !

how does she pull off brunette hair AND blonde hair so well??

[incorrectquotesmcu]

[texting]

Yelena: WHERE

Yelena: ARE

Yelena: YOU

Yelena: GUYS

Natasha and Wanda: WE’RE

Natasha and Wanda: FUCKING

Natasha and Wanda: GETTING (not delivered)

Natasha and Wanda: DRINKS (not delivered)

Yelena: WHAT THE FUCK

[monstertreden]

HOW DO I PIN THIS

There are people who'll defend RDJ casting as Doom with their life...

Doctor Doom gets ruined AND WHITEWASHED AGAIN!

4 attempts to get Doctor Doom right

4

And we STILL can’t get this right

A master of magic and science. A man who rivals Doctor Strange and Reed Richards as the most powerful sorcerer and the smartest man alive. He rules an entire country with an army of Doombots. Considered to be one of the greatest Marvel villains. And they still can't get him right. They have to make him a fucking Tony Stark variant. Tony Stark is not Victor Von Doom and Doom is above Tony Stark.

Victor wearing the mask always is integral to his appeal and aura like Vader's mask. It not only hides his vain scars he caused due to his failures, but it closes him off from humanity and makes him believe he’s beyond it.

As far as I'm concerned Marvel Ultimate Alliance and EMH are the only good adaptations of Doom

Doctor Doom being a romani man with a background CENTERING his family's racial persecution. with his ethnicity at the forefront of his motivations and his tragedy. and they really just brought back Robert Downey Jr.

Being romani is INTEGRAL to doom’s character and without that he’s not doom. he NEEDS to be romani and played by a romani character. full stop, don't believe me? Read Book Of Dooms.

Since 1964 Victor von Doom has been established as a Romani character. His childhood was filled with antiziganism and his parents deaths were caused by it. This later led him to become Doctor Doom and overthrow the Latverian government to protect his people

I am so fucking sick and tired of this whitewashing bullshit and the ethnoerasure of Marvel characters.

The Maximoff Twins, The Ancient One, Moon Knight and now fucking Doom.

God fucking forbid an actual Romani actor PLAYS A ROMANI CHARACTER.

But no they pulled another fucking multiverse shit all so RDJ could return and it all feels like blackface from Tropic Thunder

I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT ANTHONY STARK FROM EARTH-11029 OR INFAMOUS IRON MAN

If you wanted evil Iron Man so fucking bad, why didn't you just do Superior Iron Man?

The LAZIEST, DUMBEST, most CONTRIVED BULLSHIT casting ever, Marvel continues to not beat the whitewashing allegations. Doctor Doom deserved better.

Romani actor Charlie Clapman was right fucking there AND HE ENDORSED IT!

I'd even suggest Romani actor Óscar Jaenada as Doom. Again another Roma actor who's actively interested in playing Doom

And you know what? As bad as the 1994 movie was, Joseph Culp the first actor to play Doom in the Fantastic Four (1994) movie by Oley Sassone & Richard Corman. Culp was also white but he very clearly cared for the comics background of Victor von Doom

and you also know damn well they're going to erase everything about Magneto too that makes him who he is… which is his entire fucking background. how horrible of a person do you have to be to repeatedly disrespect the minorities who created these stories?

Doctor Doom is Roma Romani. He is not white. The MCU loves to whitewash its Roma and Jewish characters and it’s time we called them out for it. Dr Doom is not a white man, he is Roma!

They will never nail down the complexity of Victor Von Doom

Every year Doom goes to hell to fight Mephisto to rescue the soul of his mother. He finally won her soul with the help of Doctor Strange only for her to reject him.

No evil Stark replicant will ever fucking match the complexity of Victor Von Doom.

I don't care if this is a one time thing for RDJ. They specifically chose to do this when the fans were begging for a fucking Romani actor. It also doesn't fucking help that Marvel has erased nearly EVERY fucking ethnic character has been whitewashed.

Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver: Erased Romani heritage and whitewashed. Moon Knight & Wiccan: Casted non-Jewish actors. Sabra: Featured in anything at all, and actress is an IDF soldier to make matters worse.

The MCU is full of ethnic erasure, military propaganda & racism. it’s disgusting this is continuing with Dr Doom’s casting. remember to continue to boycott marvel, because of the genocide they support by casting an iof solider to play a character from the zionist terrorist occupation

Dr Doom is one of those villains that it should be IMPOSSIBLE to fuck up but wasting him on a cheap Iron Man nostalgia casting pop might be the way

[ninus9607]

The things we do for love - Wanda Maximoff*

Pairing(s): Dark! Wanda Maximoff x Female! reader

Word count: 8K

This story contains dark themes, including obsession, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, non-consensual elements, dubious consent, violence, and possessive behavior. It also includes explicit sexual content,

tags: l content: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Dark Wanda Maximoff, Obsessive Love, Kidnapping, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, Dubious Consent, Strap-on Sex, Magical Restraint, Virgin!Reader, Soft Dom!Wanda, Aftercare, Love Confession, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn to Yandere, Dark Romance, Happy ending

AN: GUYS, IT'S DARK ROMANCE. JUST ENJOY, ALSO SORRY ABOUT EVERY GRAMMAR MISTAKE!

I've always liked mornings. They were quiet,  just me and my coffee shop, the sound of the espresso machine, and the delicious aroma of cinnamon from the muffins baking in the back. It was the kind of peacefulness I had come to rely on.

That's when I noticed her.

She walked inside the shop like a ghost who had come in from the cold. Her dark, bright red coat, messy curls, and eyes appeared to bear the weight of many lifetimes. She hesitated just past the door, blinking as if she hadn't expected to be there either.

"Hi," I said with my normal smile, scrubbing my palms against my work clothes. "Can I get you something?"

Her gaze moved to mine, shocked at first, then softened. She nodded and walked closer, taking careful, calculated steps.

"Just tea," she said. Her voice was low and nearly harsh. "Chamomile, if you have it."

I didn't say anything else, just turned to make her a drink. But I felt her gaze on me the entire time - quiet, curious, and bitter. I didn't mind. Her presence was oddly pleasant.

When I moved the cup across the counter, our fingers brushed.

She flinched. Then smiled.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "This place is... peaceful."

"Yeah," I responded, leaning slightly against the surface beneath me. "That's sort of the idea. There aren't many people around, especially at this hour in the morning."

She seemed to want to say anything else, but didn't. She just took her cup and slid into a corner seat, watching the rain paint slowly run down the windows.

I returned to cleaning down the counter while pretending not to look at her. But I did. More than once.

When she had finished her tea, she just stood up and left. But the atmosphere in the room had not changed; there was something more, but what was it? God, you're going insane. It's just another customer, and you're experiencing gay panic, idiot. 

My mind was screaming at me, and another customer was waiting for me anyway, so I just forgot about it and went to work.

It started like every other afternoon.

The bell above the door rang at exactly 3:07 PM — not that I was counting — and the strange girl walked in again. Maroon coat. A soft scarf hung high around her neck. Eyes that were usually a touch worn, as if she'd seen the world burn and sat through the ashes with a kind smile.

Hm, something about her seems awfully familiar? Do I know her? Have I seen her before she came here?

She said nothing. She never did, actually. I moved directly to the table in the back corner, beside the window. Her usual. It's kind of become her spot now, which is strange considering it's still my café.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as she sat down and relaxed. She stroked her fingertips across the table's wood, as if she were testing it, as if it might not be there tomorrow. I'm not sure, she does it a lot.

I started making her drink before she even glanced up. I simply knew what she wanted. Not that I was trying to impress her or anything; I'm not even sure she notices, but she usually orders the same thing. 

Chamomile tea.

It has honestly become automatic at this point.

When I carried it over and placed it in front of her, she looked up at me, seemingly shocked. "You remembered," she murmured softly but not coldly.

I shrugged. "You come in around the same time every day. It's hard not to."  Why am I nervous?

She smiled slightly — barely a twitch at the corner of her mouth — before looking down at her cup, which was warmer than it should have been. I returned to the counter and pretended not to see her grin. Or her voice. Or the way she glanced out the window, as if she were constantly waiting for something. Or someone.

It wasn't anything, I told myself. Just a frequent customer. Absolutely not, ridiculously beautiful woman... I didn't even know her name until today, when she stood up and left far more money on the table than she was supposed to pay with a small note.

Thank you for this excellent tea.

 You're an angel. 

Wanda

Wait wanda? I knew that name, hmmm, WAIT. SHE'S WANDA MAXIMOFF? THE AVENGER? 

As time passed, I became more thrilled about Wanda's visits. She became a regular, sitting in the same place at the same time every day. It was subtle at first, but she appeared to draw toward me, and it quickly became routine. I'd look up from the counter, and there she was, a calm smile on her face, ready for her standard tea.

She was very sweet-almost too sweet—and I assumed it was due to her kindness. But there was something in her eyes that remained a bit longer than expected. It gave me a nice feeling inside, a flutter I couldn't quite define.

One day, she surprised me with a small gift. It was a small package wrapped with a red ribbon, and as I opened it, I saw a tiny silver bracelet.

"I thought you might like it," she said, smiling gently and truthfully. "It's nothing much, but it reminded me of you."

I was caught aback, not expecting anything, and I'm sure my cheeks heated. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice catching slightly. "It's beautiful."   When I put it on my neck, I felt an unusual tingling feeling that I didn't recognize. And as I glanced into her eyes, all I noticed was a sparkle, as if she was really happy; hmm, weird.

Wanda was always thoughtful. She'd wait for me after my shift, sometimes waiting outside the store, her presence relaxing and quiet. I'd find her there, leaning against the wall, staring at me with the same intensity I'd grown to recognize. It was not disturbing, however. If anything, it made me feel special, as if I were the only one she cared about at that time.

One day, we found ourselves alone in the shop, just the two of us, with the sunset light streaming through the windows. I was washing the counter when I realized she was watching me. She had always done this, but her stare was more intense now.

"You know, I don't think I've ever told you how much I enjoy your tea," she added, her voice somewhat lower than normal.

I chuckled while cleaning off the counter. "I am happy you enjoy it. You come here commonly enough; I'd say it's a favorite of yours."

Her smile grew, and something reflected in her eyes. "Maybe more than you realize."

There was a lull, and I couldn't help but notice a warm sensation slipping across my chest. Was she hinting at anything? I got nervous and struggled to keep my cool. Every time she was around, my world seemed to brighten a little.

It was then that I realized: perhaps I started to look forward to seeing her as well. There was something about the way she spoke to me that made me feel seen and important. The concept sparked a rush of excitement in me. Is it possible that I developed a little crush? Noo, me? Never right?

But I brushed the idea aside. Wanda was just being kind, right? She was only a friend, perhaps a bit more? But I did not want to leap to a conclusion.

"Thanks, Wanda," I replied, smiling at her. "I appreciate your company, too. I mean, you are one of my best customers."

She grinned, and for a moment, I could have sworn her eyes sparkled. "I'm glad to hear that, Detka,"  Detka?   she said. "I might just have to keep coming back... to see you, of course."

I was just wrapping up my shift at the coffee shop when I remembered I had forgotten to pick up some groceries for dinner. With a silent groan, I grabbed my jacket and decided to rush to the nearby store. It wasn't far from the shop, just a short stroll around the block. My feet felt light as I walked along the street, enjoying the fresh air. The city was still full of activity, but it was quieter than normal as the evening sun began to set beyond the horizon.

I entered the store, welcomed by the usual hum of light bulbs and the quiet rustle of people finding what they wanted.

But then I spotted her.

Wanda.

She was standing by the produce section, calmly picking out veggies, and seemed so... normal. But something about her presence sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded a little, but I didn't want to confess it.

For a moment, our gazes connected across the store, and I felt my cheeks warm up. She gave me a fleeting, soft smile and then turned away, seemingly disappearing into the jam-packed aisles.

I stood frozen for a second, blinking. Did she just smile at me?

I shook my head, giggling quietly to myself. Get a grip, I whispered beneath my breath. She's probably just spotted you. You've seen her plenty in the coffee shop.

I hurried swiftly to the milk area, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. But I couldn't help it. There was something about Wanda that drew me in.

I eventually got to the checkout desk, and there she was again. Wanda stood by the self-checkout, scanning her purchases with her back turned. She didn't appear to notice me, but I couldn't take my gaze away.

My pulse raced as I paid for my purchases, wondering what to do next. I could leave. I could walk out of here and pretend nothing happened. But before I could make a decision, Wanda turned around.

"Y/N?" she asked, her tone sweet and friendly. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here."

I paused for a second, looking up at her. "Oh, uh, hey!" I mumbled. "I just needed to pick up a few things for dinner."

Wanda smiled, the same kind grin she usually has when she sees me. "Funny. I was thinking about getting something to cook tonight, too."

A pause existed between us. I wanted to say something more, like ask her about her day or what she was preparing. Instead, I simply grinned uncomfortably.

"Well, I'm sure you'll make something amazing," And with that, I quickly turned around and exited the shop as fast as possible to avoid making myself even more of a blushing mess!

Later that evening, after a satisfying lunch, I relaxed in my living room, intending to chill out from the day. My thoughts kept returning to Wanda and the way she smiled at me or spoke about her brother or the Avengers. I couldn't get over the excitement and desire that was developing within of me. I glanced over to my tiny table by the window, where a bouquet of flowers had been placed. I couldn't remember seeing them there before, and I was pretty sure I hadn't bought them myself.

My breath froze in my throat as I picked up the card that came with them. 

To lighten up your evening. - W.

When I brushed my fingertips over the tiny note, my heart skipped a beat. Wanda. She had delivered them to me, and I had no idea how she got into my flat, but it didn't matter. The notion of her carefully picking my favorite flowers caused some comfort in my chest.

I carefully placed the card down and landed on the edge of the couch, my phone buzzing on the coffee table. The message came from an unknown number.

I grabbed it quickly,

Hey, It's Wanda. I was too hesitant to talk to you previously, but do you want to go with me on a picnic tomorrow? It's just the two of us. I thought it would be fun—something quiet, just spending the day together.

My fingers paused over the screen, and a grin gradually grew over my face. A Picnic? I hadn't been on one in years

I quickly wrote my response:

That sounds fantastic! I would love to. Where do you want to go?

Wanda responded almost instantly.

I know of a quiet spot near the lake. I will bring everything; just bring yourself. 😊 I will pick you up at noon. Cannot wait.

My heart was fluttering. She is picking me up. I felt a bit thrilled at the prospect, like a teenager preparing for her first date. Was it a date? Or no? I am not sure, so let's not worry about it.

I entered another message.

That sounds perfect. I will be ready. Looking forward to it! ♡

I put down my phone and sat back on the couch, smirking to myself. Everything seemed so natural with Wanda. Easy. Comfortable. However, she showed passion in the way she looked at me and invited me to spend time with her. It made me feel special, not every day, an avenger asks you to spend time with him.

After a little moment of thought, I stood up and walked to my bedroom to prepare for tomorrow. That night, I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to the messages and the idea of the picnic.

The whole thing was pure gold, and she is incredible. Believe me, I never imagined anyone would be interested in me. God, I think I'm falling in love with her, but what if she only meant it as a friend? Maybe she doesn't like women at all, even though she's wearing so many rings. :)

I nestled further under the blankets, my pulse beating from the excitement of everything. I was ready to fall asleep when I heard a gentle sound, like the slight creak of a door opening. I blinked, groggily opening my eyes, only to discover Wanda seated on the side of my bed.

My heart has stopped. How was she doing...?

Before I could respond, she softly caressed my cheek, her fingertips icy yet soothing on my flesh. "Hey," she said quietly, her voice smooth and pleasant. "It's me. I apologize for scaring you."

I attempted to speak, but the words would not come. I couldn't move or say anything. Wanda's magic was like a blanket over me, sending me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The sun was shining through the curtains when I awoke slowly, stretched out, and wiped my eyes. The room was calm, the type of serenity that comes with a languid morning. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I looked at the screen, still groggy from sleep.

Wait.

My attention instantly focused on something-something from last night. I froze. Had Wanda been in my room?

I shook my head, tossing the notion away as I wiped my face. No, that was absolutely a dream.

But it felt extremely real. I could almost feel her fingertips brush over my body. The memory had an odd charm for me, but I couldn't figure out why. It was only a dream, right?

I pushed the thoughts away as I got out of bed, stretching again and moving toward the bathroom. After washing up, I made myself some coffee and ate a light breakfast, still trying to shake the weird feeling. It wasn't like me to get so worked up over something that didn't even happen.

A few hours later, I waited at the window and watched Wanda's car drive up in front of my apartment. The thought of spending the day with her, just the two of us, made me feel all warm inside. I grabbed my stuff, took a big breath, and walked out the door.

When I went outside, Wanda had already left her car, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Hey," she said, her voice warm, that familiar, reassuring tone that always made me feel at ease. "I'm really happy u agreed to go with me." Her Sokovian accent was very beautiful and attractive. 

"Definitely," I said with a smile, walking towards her.

Without saying anything, she moved around the front of the car and opened the passenger door for me, like some flawless, old-school gentleman.

"You didn't have to do that," I smiled as I slipped in.

"I wanted to," she answered simply. "You look beautiful, by the way, Malishka."

My cheeks heated, and I whispered just a little "thank you" while trying not to smile too much. She softly closed the door and returned to the driver's seat.

At first, the ride was silent, but not awkwardly so; it felt calm. The fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel in time with the pop music playing through the speakers.

"So," I eventually questioned, looking to her with curiosity, "What is it like? Being an Avenger, I mean."

She laughed briefly, but it was bittersweet. "Overwhelming. Constant. Sometimes I feel lonely." Wanda hesitated before continuing, "It's strange that so many people know your name but don't know you at all."

I frowned, observing how her jaw clenched. "Do you miss it?"

"I miss the people," she said quietly. "The ones who understood what it felt like to carry too much."

"What about you?" She questioned suddenly, her voice lightening again. "What's your day like when you're not making everyone's morning better with coffee and sarcastic commentary?"

I laughed. "Honestly? Not really exciting. I read a lot. Take a walk or listen to music. Sometimes I pretend to be mysterious and tough to get close to, but then I destroy it by sobbing over documentaries or chatting too much to customers about my books..."

The lake wasn't far away, hidden peacefully along a spiraling road surrounded by thick grass and trees that looked golden in the late afternoon sunlight. Wanda pulled up in the shade and shut off the engine.

She stepped out swiftly and unlocked the trunk, revealing a folded blanket and a little wicker package. She gave me a look over her shoulder. "You said you liked strawberries, right?"

My heart made a dumb little flip. "You remembered?"

"Of course I did, Detka. " Detka? What is the word? Is this some sort of nickname? petname?

We sat near the lake, shoes kicked off, with the wind gently blowing on our faces. She spread out the blanket with only a flick of her wrist by magic as if she had done it a hundred times before. The package includes fresh bread, fruit, chocolate, and even miniature cans of sparkling lemonade.

"You know, this is way too romantic for a friend picnic," I mocked, taking a strawberry from the bowl.

Wanda smiled but said nothing.

We chatted. A lot. Regarding books and favorite places. About music and sports. She described Sokovia in a way that made my heart throb. I told her about my mother teaching me how to make tea and coffee properly, and how I never leave the home without my headphones. The way she listened made me feel as if every word was important.

Her gaze followed the shape of my mouth as I bit into a piece of fruit.

Her fingers touched mine as I went for the lemonade, and she did not draw away.

She had a warm, strong charisma. The sun, for example, is not just warm but also has the potential to burn if you get too close. However, I did not move away.

As the sun began to set, bathing the sky in beautiful orange and gold, she carefully packed everything, moving slowly and thoughtfully.

"You didn't have to do all this," I said quietly as we headed back to the car.

She glanced at me, and the softness in her gaze revealed something deeper, almost possessive.

"I wanted to. I like making you happy."

I opened my lips to respond, but couldn't find the words. It was only a picnic. Right?

The ride back was quieter. The sun was almost gone now, and my mind was racing with questions I didn't know how to ask.

When we arrived at my apartment, she took me to the door. For a short while, it seemed that she wanted to say something. Her fingers moved slightly at her side. Then she simply sighed.

"I'll see you soon," she said.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling despite myself. "I'd like that."

And when I opened the door and slipped inside, I couldn't help but wonder...

There was something about Wanda. Something I did not fully understand. I feel like she is everywhere! But I don't mean it in a bad way, it's as if I can still feel her eyes on me, or her scent? I do not know. I might be overworked...

The days after the picnic did not feel real. They felt like dreams—or perhaps like I hadn't entirely awakened.

At the start, it was simple stuff. My favorite mug was showing clean and dry on the counter when I thought I'd left it in the sink. A book I was reading was suddenly marked on the correct page, even though I had not touched it since Monday.

Then it became more personal.

A pair of delicate underwear I liked was gone. Then another. And a bra. I turned my place upside down looking for them, but they seemed to have disappeared. Nothing else was missing. Just that. Just enough to be annoying.

I tried to joke about it to myself. Maybe the laundry gods were hungry. Perhaps I was losing my mind. But the pit in my gut told me differently.

Nights were the worst.

I started dreaming about her.

Wanda.

Always Wanda.

Sometimes she stood at my bedroom doorway, dressed in her scarlet witch suit, her eyes gently gleaming as she watched me sleep. Sometimes she sat in my bed, snuggled behind me like a second skin, her palm placed low on my tummy, saying my name as if it were sacred.

Sometimes the dreams became darker.

My hands were pinned above my head, and her speech was a seductive whisper in my ear. "Mine. Say it." Her eyes burned dark as she kissed me, her magic wound around my wrists like silk cuffs.

I'd wake up covered in sweat, my sheets twisted, and my body throbbing like it had been touched. Marked.

But no one was there.

Right?

I began locking the windows. Bolting the door. But every morning, it was as if nothing had happened. The locks should be OK. The windows closed. And still, I'd wake up with a feeling of her. Perfume hangs in the air. As if she had just quit.

I convinced myself I was dreaming things.

That the dreams were only dreams.

But yesterday... I noticed a message on my pillow.

Only five words.

Я знаю, ты хочешь меня                                    ( I know you want me )

No signature. No explanation. The handwriting was delicate, looped, and feminine.

I don't remember letting anyone in.

I don't remember anyone being there.

I burned the note in the sink and told myself it was some kind of prank. But I couldn't stop trembling. Not even after the flame died.

After a few days, everything seemed normal again. Okay - normal enough.

Wanda and I continued messaging. Her name was the first thing that appeared on my screen every morning. Good morning, moya lyubov. Do not forget to eat something today. Are you working late again? Do you want me to drop by with anything sweet?

She was warm. Thoughtful. Kind. That type of presence you hadn't realized you needed until she was there every day.

I did not mind. Actually, I was looking forward to it.

Okay, not quite. I was obsessed. With how she made me feel. Her words are patient. She always noted the slightest details, such as when I changed my hairstyle or changed the display at the register at the business.

I'd find myself rereading her texts during slower hours at work, smiling like a lovesick idiot. And every afternoon, exactly after lunch rush, she entered through the café doors in the same comfortable red sweater, as if on script.

We didn't discuss feelings or anything like that. Not yet. But I saw how her gaze lingered on me when she assumed I wasn't looking. She'd brush her fingertips against mine as she returned her change.

She never looked at anyone else in the same way she looked at me.

I wasn't sure what we were.

But I understood exactly what I wanted us to be.

It had become more difficult to pay attention. The discomfort at home hadn't truly vanished. My bathroom light flickered whenever I spoke Wanda's name. My coffee machine brewed on its own—once. Okay, maybe I was fantasizing about her more than I should have.

I had dreams of her holding my hand and putting a gold ring on my finger as everyone around us yelled and celebrated. Dreams of us kissing behind the café, away from the public, her lips soft and respectful on mine.

And other dreams. They left me breathless, hot, and tangled in wet blankets.

I awoke with her name on my lips.

Part of me wanted them to be real.

The things she does in my dreams cause me to moan her name every time I wake up. I can feel her hands exploring my body, but never where I need them to be, her tongue going closer and closer,  but then disappearing. AND I was freaking annoyed!

I wake up every morning with wet dreams that seem so good. God, what am I supposed to do? And I even have to touch myself only thinking about her, her fingers, or tongue. Shit I sound like some horny teenager.

The worst thing is that I've never done it with anybody before; YES, I KNOW I'm 24, but I didn't want to waste my virginity on some high school boy who would never be interested in me, until Wanda. She's different.

Even with the lingerie— Yes, again. Another part is gone. This is my favorite one this time. Cream lace and silky silk. It was simply gone. Poof. Like magic. I'd looked into every drawer, pile of laundry, and the back of my closet.

Nothing.

If it hadn't been for the nightmares and the electricity that tingled up my spine whenever Wanda stared at me for too long, I would have been even more terrified. But I was not. Not really.

Perhaps I should have been.

Instead, I smiled to myself, thinking, "What if she takes it?"

That afternoon, I was standing behind the counter replacing cups when the small bell over the entrance rang.

"Yo, caffeine queen," Becca beamed as she took her normal seat near the window. "Got anything strong enough to fix my life?"

I chuckled, having already poured her espresso. "Double shot, coming right up."

Becca Stan, had been one of my very first customers. Now, I have a pal. She stopped by a few times a week, always full of snarky remarks and advice. Today, she was wearing sunglasses indoors, indicating that her night out was either highly successful or very dirty.

"You look like you barely survived," I joked.

"I danced with a long-haired guy with a tattoo of his own face on his chest. So yes, just barely."

I snorted. "What's the opposite of a red flag?"

"God complex with a tequila chaser," she said with a big sigh. "Anyway, enough of my horrible choices. Spill. "What is going on in your love life?"

I blinked. "What love life?"

"Oh, please," she smiled. "The redhead who has been coming every day for, what, a month now? Same jacket, same smile, same eyes that are nearly stripping you over the counter?"

"Wanda's just...sweet," I muttered, but my cheeks felt heated.

"Sweet?" Maya lifted her eyebrow. "Bro, she looks at you like you're her prey, she literally looks scary."

I leaned on the counter, biting my lip. "Okay. Perhaps she is more than sweet."

"Tell me everything."

I hesitated, but something within me wanted to say it. "We had been messaging a lot. She brought me to a picnic last week. It wasn't a traditional date, but it felt special."

Becca grinned. "You like her."

"I do."

"And?"

"And I think about her all the time," I said gently. "I dream of her. Strangely often."

"Sexy dreams?"

I looked down, ashamed. "...Sometimes."

"Ooooh," she smiled, thrilled.

I giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "She helps me feel protected. "I feel like she's always looking out for me."

Becca lifted her eyebrows again. "Is anyone keeping an eye out for you? Or are you simply watching?"

I stopped. For a fleeting second, I remembered the missing underwear. The strange note, I still assumed it hadn't happened. My spine tingled when I was alone, as if someone was still watching me.

"Maybe both," I answered, gentler than usual.

Becca leaned back with a knowing expression on her face, drinking her cappuccino. "Don't let those gentle eyes deceive you, baby. Obsession might appear to be romance-until it isn't."

It started with the bracelet.

The silver is thin and delicate, with a little blood-red stone inset in the middle. She'd put it around my wrist with an almost arrogant look and said softly, "Just something to keep you safe when I'm not around." Her fingers lingered a little too long, and her eyes searched mine, as if she wanted to say something else but didn't.

I haven't taken it off since.

At first, it was just because it was attractive. Then it was because I enjoyed how it made me feel—warm and protected. Even though I was alone, I felt like I wasn't. And then... I could not describe it. I did not want to take it off. Not for a shower. Not for sleeping.

Tonight, I was closing up my shop alone. The rest of the lights were turned down, creating golden shadows across the café. I was cleaning a coffee pot when something grabbed my attention.

The stone on the bracelet.

It pulsed.

Not with light, but with power. A faint, constant throb that sounds like a heartbeat. A heartbeat that was not mine.

I froze. The room felt instantly cooler, and the hair on my arms stood stiff.

Just the lights, I reminded myself. Just sleepy eyes. But deep down, I knew better.

Then the door chimed.

I turned, already knowing who it was.

Wanda stood there in the dimness, silent and still. No coat, no gloves, and no smile. It's just her.

My chest clenched.

"Hey," I said, attempting to seem casual. "You scared me."

She went inside, closing the door behind her. She did not speak for a moment. Just gazed at me, her eyes dark and inexplicable.

My hands dried rapidly. "I didn't expect you. Is everything okay?"

"You didn't text me today," she whispered quietly, moving closer. "I waited."

"I—sorry," I blinked. "Work was chaotic. I did not mean to ignore you."

Her eyes dropped to the bracelet. "But you wore it."

"Yeah," I grinned hesitantly. "Of course. I love it."

Something about the way she stared at me made my heart race. Her eyes were heavy with emotion. Something heavy.

She stepped carefully behind the counter, fingertips tracing across the marble exterior, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I saw someone walking you home last night."

"What?" I blinked. "That was only a neighbor. I did not even speak to—"

"I don't care who it was."

My throat was dry.

"You belong to me," she remarked almost passionately. "You know that, right?"

I did not react.

"You're not scared of me," she said, her voice gentle and almost respectful. Her eyes were dark red. "You want me. You just don't know how much."

My voice cracked. "Wanda, I-"

"I'll walk you home."

"No, I am fi-ne"

I tried to think of anything to say, but I couldn't. Everything went black. The only thing I remember is her hands around me, protecting me from a fall....

My eyes opened to the darkness.

The air was cold. Too silent. An odd smell lingered—something wet and aged, like mold and cement.

I sat up slowly, my body throbbing in areas I didn't realize could hurt. My head throbbed, heavy and cloudy, as if I'd been pulled from the depths of a black sea.

Where am I?

There was no bed and no window. Only harsh walls—gray, peeling paint, and shadows. A solitary, faint light bulb flashed above, its chain swaying gently, as if someone had recently been there.

I called out, and my voice cracked. "Hello?"

No response.

Panic entered my chest like smoke. I stood, wobbly, and staggered towards the door. Locked. Of course. I hammered on it till my hands ached.

"Let me out!"

Silence.

Finally, a little slot in the door opened. The tray slipped through. A bottle of water. Some type of dry bread. No words were said.

It continued on like this for days.

I had no idea what time it was. No one speaks. Just the tray. Sometimes food, sometimes nothing. The water was never in full bottles, only enough to keep me from falling. I counted the droplets as if they were gold.

I lost count of how long I had been there. I began chatting to myself, only to hear a voice. I glanced at the ceiling and said, "What the hell is going on?" over and over until the words stopped making sense.

But what is the worst part?

I failed to remember how I got here.

The last thing I recalled was... closing the shop. Wanda had walked me home. She held my hand. Her voice was soft. I remember that.

Then nothing.

Was it a dream? No. This wasn't a dream.

Today was different.

The food tray came late. I was crouched up in the corner when I heard the metal move. But rather than going away, I heard voices. For the first time.

Male voices.

"You think she's awake?"

"I do not care. I'm bored with waiting around. She's not a princess."

My stomach sank.

Footsteps getting closer.

The door creaked open.

One of them came in—a large, heavyset man with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and eyes that made my skin crawl. The other remained near the door, moving anxiously.

"Hey there, sweetheart," the guy remarked in a thick, nasty voice. "You look lonely."

I backed up so quickly that I smacked the wall, heart thumping and lungs hardly functioning.

He grinned. "I just want to have some fun, slut"

"Do n't—don't come any closer," I said, my voice shaking.

The other man spoke from the back. "She said no one touched her. Those were the rules."

He waved his hand. "Do you think she's going to know? Just a quick fuck, that is all. She won't say anything."

He grabbed me as he unzipped his pants.

I yelled.

And then everything exploded.

BOOM.

The wall beside the front door burst inward, sending cracks of wood and concrete flying across the room. The man at the entrance was thrown back swiftly, his body smashing against the far wall with an unsettling crunch.

The other barely had time to turn before his body rose from the ground, dark magic wrapping around his body parts like snakes, twisting till bones broke and cries rang out.

Then quiet.

Wanda stood at the doorway, eyes burning deep red and hands shaking with fury. Blood streaked over her cheek. Her chest heaved, as if she had sprinted through fire.

Her magic disappeared. The man dropped to the ground with a dull bang.

She walked nearer, her expression changing from wrath to dread as she gazed at me.

"Y/N," she sighed. Her voice cracked. "I'm very sorry. I didn't realize—he wasn't meant to—"

She was kneeling before I could respond, her hands hovering but not touching my arms, as if she was frightened of hurting me further.

"They were not supposed to touch you. They were not even supposed to speak to you. I assigned them rules. I—I was watching. I swear, I was watching."

I blinked, my eyesight blurred.

She eventually touched me, gently and carefully, sliding her fingertips over my face as if she were confirming my identity.

"I am here now. You are safe. I'll never let anyone near you again."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again. "You're coming home with me. Home, moya lyubov."

...

...

...

The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft mattresses, a slight scent of lavender, and the heat of sunshine stroking over my skin through open curtains.

I blinked gently, my heart beating before I opened my eyes.

Where was I?

No concrete. There's no moist air. There are no locked doors.

Just silk pillows. A softer mattress. Clean pajamas on my body that were clearly not mine.

My throat was dry, my lips parched, and my limbs weakened, yet I was familiar with this room. I had spotted it in passing. Wanda's bedroom.

Her bed.

I sat up with effort, my heart crashing as I struggled to remember how I got here and what had happened previously. Wanda- covered in blood, whispering apologies and promises, hugging me like I'd break apart if she let go- was the last memory I had.

"Wanda?" My voice was strong and broken.

The door creaked open quickly.

She was there.

Perfect. Organized. Hair in curls down her shoulders, a silky purple sweater caressing her figure. She appeared to have walked out of a dream, specifically mine.

However, there was something behind her gaze. That ever-glowing red, pale but throbbing under her eyes like a beating heart. Dark, silent, and waiting.

"Y/N," she replied softly, entering inside. "You're awake."

"Where am I?" Despite knowing the answer, I asked.

"My home," she said without skipping a beat. "Where you belong to."

I swallowed hard. "You kidnapped me."

Her expression twitched.

"No," she said, her tone cold and measured. "I rescued you."

"From the people you hired!"

"It was never supposed to happen! I gave them rules! They ignored me; one of them touched you. Do you know what it did to me? Her voice broke, the quiet melting into something more cruel. "I wanted to burn the entire world for what he almost did to you."

I gazed at her. She was shaking.

She didn't even bother to disguise it anymore.

"And so what?" I whispered. "You brought me here?" Locked me in another room? "Lied to me about everything?"

She remained silent for a beat. Her jaw clenched.

"I was scared," she said finally. "I wasn't sure how else to keep you safe. I knew you would not understand. That you'd leave."

"Wanda." My voice dropped. "You can’t force someone to stay."

Her gaze grew dark. "However, here you are. I'm still here. You continue to stare at me as if you don't despise me."

That stung.

since it was true.

I avoided my gaze, my lips trembling. "I should hate you."

"You don't," she whispered quietly as she moved in closer.

Her warmth, irresistible charm, and obvious presence were overpowering. With her in the room, it seemed as though the entire world had reduced to the area between us.

I confessed, "I dream about you every night. I'm no longer even sure where dreams finish and reality begins. Your lips come to mind. Your hands. You treat me as though I'm yours. I missed you even when I was locked up. How in the heck does it describe me?"

Wanda gasped with surprise.

She was now kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of me.

"You're mine," she said, her voice breaking with passion. "You were always mine."

With a tear streaming down my cheek, I whispered, "I'm afraid of you. Additionally, I love you. Both."

Before I could speak another word, Wanda rushed forward and kissed me.

It was bruises. In a desperate situation. Everything.

Her body pressed down on mine with a desire that shocked me from the bottom of my heart as my back struck the pillows. Her lips moved as if she longed to reclaim me, her fingers got caught in my hair, and her knee slipped between my legs.

Helpless, I groaned into her mouth.

It wasn't sweet. It was not a slow one.

It was religion, battle, and desire.

Her fingers burned over my waist and ribs as they moved beneath my shirt. My hips bucked up into hers as her tongue teased mine and her fangs grazed my bottom lip with a snarl.

She kissed a line down to my collarbone and said, "I won't let you go. Never."

I sighed, my eyes drooping closed, "I don't want you to."

"You are everything," she said in a whisper. "You were always."

Then her lips found mine once again, seizing me and binding me to her in every manner she could.

I also gave her permission.

I let her. God help me.

She was shaking her hands.

It's from constraint, not fear.

With her hot eyes blazing like a hurricane hardly contained, Wanda loomed above me. As her fingers ran down my sides, her lips were swollen from our kiss, her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was flowing forward—tentative, respectful. As if she still feared that if she touched me too forcefully, I might disappear.

However, I no longer wanted soft.

Not this evening.

Breathless, I said, "Wanda."  moan "Touch me."

For just a moment, her power surged as her eyes darkened, a flash of red moving across the room as if it were attracted to the way my thighs moved beneath her.

Her voice was low and harsh as she rasped, "Say it again."

"Touch me," I said again, dragging her by her shirt as my lips touched her jaw. "Please."

All she needed was that.

Once more, her mouth was on mine, deeper and more demanding, her tongue slipping past my lips as her hand finally went beneath my shirt. Her cold fingertips skated over my ribs and up my stomach before cupping my breast through the thin bra fabric.

Arching my back into her touch, I gasped into her lips.

"You're so soft," she moaned, trailing her kisses down my neck, her voice heavy with need. "This is really amazing. Mine."

The way she said it made me ache between my thighs.

Her knee pressed in farther, pressing precisely near my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan. My hips pressed against her voluntarily, pursuing contact, and she groaned—low and guttural.

"Tell me no," she whispered suddenly, moving back just enough to meet my gaze, her magic crackling slightly in her palms. "Tell me no, and I will stop. Even today. Even after everything."

I reached up and covered her face with my hands.

"I want you," I stated. "I want this."

And then there was no holding back.

Her soft hands destroyed the pyjamas I was wearing in one swift motion... her mouth wrapped around my nipple, her tongue swirling while her fingers moved beneath the waistband of my underwear, teasing but never quite giving in.

"Fuck" I whispered, already wet for her. "Please…"

She rejected me, her fingers eventually lowering and gliding between my folds with a cry of pleasure.

"So wet for me already?" She mumbled. "You've been dreaming about this too, haven't you?"

I nodded, breathless, holding to her shoulders as her fingers slid within me, slowly and steadily at first, curving just right, causing my legs to shake.

She knew exactly how to ruin me

"I'll tell you a secret now: every night you dreamt of me, and it was I who implanted those dreams in your precious little mind. I stroked your body, and I controlled you, but I never touched you where you needed it the most. Do you know why?"

Her lips found mine again as she picked up the pace, her thumb circling my clit in a rhythm that made me cry out, hips bucking. The coil in my stomach tightened fast, unbearable and perfect.

"Because I wanted you to let me in by choice, and now look at you. Moya lyubov "

"Come for me, baby," she said softly, her voice like silk and evil. "Let go."

It did not take long.

I crumbled beneath her touch, gasping her name as if it were a request, a curse, or the only thing that mattered in the damn world. She kissed me through it, uttering praises in Sokovian as her fingers remained deep within, till I couldn't take it anymore.

When I finally opened my eyes, she looked at me as if I had hung the stars.

"You're mine now," she told me, kissing my temple. "Forever."

I was still breathless, trembling beneath her, my skin hot and slippery with sweat. Wanda stared down at me as if I were her best creation. I felt like I belonged completely to her.

And, yes, perhaps I did.

I let out a gentle giggle, attempting to get the power to move us and lay her onto her back. "Let me return the favor," I said softly, kissing her collarbone. "You always care for me..." I'd want to do something for you.

But before I could move lower, red magic tentacles wrapped around my wrists and pinned them softly but firmly above my head. I looked up at her, confused and immediately panting with passion.

"Wanda?"

Her grin became sharp, dangerous. Her eyes shone with molten red.

"You don't need to," she said, reaching down to kiss my face and sliding her lips to my ear. "Tonight… I'd want to mark you. Claim you. Allow the entire world to feel what I already know: you are mine."

Suddenly, I felt something press against my thighs.

Firm. Warm.

I gasped as the shape completely nestled against me before I could see what it was. Wanda sat back, straddling my hips, with a lightning red strap-on between her thighs, charmed and throbbing with her magic, as if it had been created from the raw essence of her power.

I swallowed hard.

It moved with her as if it belonged there. Like it was a part of her.

"Wanda…" I sighed, heat collecting down in my gut once more.

She grinned.

"I made it just for you," she whispered, trailing a glowing finger along my jaw. "Sensitive to every touch. Every clench. I’ll feel everything you give me."

I was already soaked again, legs trembling, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

My breath caught.

"I want to make sure I fill you full until there is no more room. Even if it is impossible, my magic does not care. It wants to own you. Just as I do."

She leaned over me again, positioning herself, her body pushing against mine.

"And you, my sweet, innocent girl, are mine to ruin."

She pushed in slowly and carefully, paying close attention as every inch disappeared inside me. My spine straightened, nails sinking into the blankets, and my lips fell wide in a yell.

"Fuck," I gasped. "Wanda—"

"I can feel you," she moaned, her eyes closing. "So fucking tight, Detka. My precious little virgin. "Love of my life."

She pushed further, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my throat.

"Look at you," she said, panting quietly. "Taking all of me in this way..." And you were saving yourself for whoever, some boy? "Some stranger?"

Her hand moved between my thighs again, pressing tight circles into my clit as she started to move slowly and deeply.

"No," she muttered, her voice shaking. "It was always going to be me. The first. The only."

The strap pulsed inside me as if it were alive, with enchantment pouring through each nerve ending. I was already close again, my legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her in intensely.

"Gonna fuck my name into you," she growled, her pace hard and severe. "Make sure no one else can ever touch you again without tasting me."

I wanted it.

I wanted everything.

"Say it," she urged, grasping my chin as her speed never slowed. "Say who you belong to."

"You," I gasped out. "You, Wanda—I'm yours!"

Her eyes darkened, and her mouth smashed against mine again as her cum filled your tummy...

"I know, baby," she said softly against my lips. "And now everyone else will too."

Your body was still shaking as she carefully, slowly pulled you out. Her spell disappeared like mist in the early sun, leaving just her hands—warm, genuine, and soothing—tracing across your skin.

"Shh, I've got you," she said, her voice suddenly gentle and human again.

You barely had the strength to talk, still stunned and overwhelmed, floating on a cloud of happiness and Wanda's affection. She kissed your forehead, face, and shoulder, murmuring apologies and affirmations into every inch of you.

"I'm sorry I got so carried away," she said, embracing you in her arms and drawing a big, warm blanket around both of you. Her fingers gently stroked through your hair. "You just… You make me lose control."

You grinned softly while gathering your breath. "I like it when you do."

Her laughing was low, filled with disbelief and admiration. "Of course you do." You are mine."

She snuggled you beneath her chin, your body perfectly matching hers. Her heartbeat was regular and clear. Safe. Home.

And then, softer than before, she muttered the following words into your hair:

"I love you."

Your heart halted for a brief minute, shattering and then rebuilding stronger.

She drew back just enough to look into your eyes, and her expression was blank. There's no magic. No power games. Just Wanda.

"I don't think I've ever loved anyone before," she said, her eyes misting. "It is not like this. "Not like you."

You reached up and brushed your fingers across her cheek.

"I love you, too."

And she held you all night, rubbing gentle strokes on your back.

And when the morning came, you were still there, wrapped in Wanda's arms—safe, full, and hers.

AN: Should I make part 2?

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Hi(gh) pt.3 - Milf! Wanda Maximoff x Stoner! Reader

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Word Count: 2853

Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Also, Not Proofread 💅

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The morning light shimmered through the cracks of the black out curtains, reflecting off the snow and effectively blinding Y/n awake. Letting out a groan, Y/n stretches, relishing in the softness of the comforter and silk sheets. So much nicer in comparison to the linens she had back at her dorm. The scent of cinnamon rolls pulling her from the soft mattress, she grabs her hoodie from the foot of the bed and pulls it on. Yawning as she makes her way down the stairs, the wooden floors cold against her bare feet. In the kitchen, Wanda was leaning on the island counter. She was scrolling through her phone as she waited for the timer to go off. Y/n takes a step closer, the floorboard creaking beneath her weight. Wanda turns at the sound, a soft smile gracing her lips. “G’morning, sleepyhead. I made coffee if you want some,” She nods her head towards the coffee pot. Y/n gives a sleepy nod, making her way to the cupboard to grab a mug.

“Where are the boys?” Y/n asks, pouring herself a mug. Wanda hums and approaches behind her, wrapping her arms around the younger woman’s waist. “I thought they told you, they were going out for breakfast with their dad today.” Wanda informs, resting her chin on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n blushes as butterflies fill her stomach at the feeling of Wanda’s touch and the warmth that radiates from her. “So, about last night,” Y/n shifts around to face the older woman, abandoning her coffee mug temporarily. Wanda raises her hand to caress the younger woman’s cheek. “What… What do you feel about it?” Y/n asks, her blush growing as she struggles to meet the woman’s encapturing eyes.

Wanda’s smile grows, “I wanted to and I liked it, if that’s what you’re asking.” She hums, gently tilting the younger woman’s chin so their eyes can meet properly. Y/n blushes at the older woman’s words and the genuinity in her gaze. Leaning into her touch and placing her hand over Wanda’s. “What do you want to do from here?” Y/n asks, her free hand finding Wanda’s waist.

Wanda blushes, leaning in closer. “Well, I’d like to kiss you again, sober this time.” She whispers, her nose gently bumping Y/n’s. Her breath ghosting over the younger woman’s lips, causing her to shudder. Y/n’s eyes fall to Wanda’s lips, not a second later, she’s kissing her. Y/n’s arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer. It was like fireworks were going off in her stomach, her heart beating faster than ever. The soft plush of Wanda’s lips against hers, the gentle caress of her delicate hand along Y/n’s cheek, it only fortified the feelings she had begun developing. Wanda’s free hand gently strokes loose strands of hair out of Y/n’s face as they part lips. Wanda smiled as she gazed down at Y/n, the younger woman’s cheeks flushed red and a bashful grin grew on her face. “How do you feel?” Wanda whispers, gazing into Y/n’s eyes searching for any conflict or hesitance. Y/n laughs a bit, cheeks still flushed as she looks at the woman enamored. “I think ‘m gonna need another to say for certain,” Y/n hums playfully, tightening her arms around Wanda’s waist to bring her closer. Wanda giggles, cupping Y/n’s cheek to give her another small peck on the lips.

“If you’re feeling up to it, I do have something planned for us while the boys are gone.” Wanda smiles, her thumb softly stroking Y/n’s cheek. Y/n looks up at her confused and curious, “What are we doing?” She asks, looking up at Wanda for an answer. She couldn’t help but hope they were going to go to the store so she could pick up some more Monsters for her stay.

“Well last night, it really bugged me that you didn’t have a coat on. I don’t want you getting sick, so we’re gonna go to the mall, get you a nice jacket to keep you warm, a new hat too.” Wanda hums, stroking Y/n’s cheek. Her mind wandering back to the memory of Y/n shivering as they held each other on the back patio. Surely that worn out sweater she adorned wasn’t warm enough for the weather. It was freezing out and Wanda could barely go outside without multiple layers, she couldn’t fathom how Y/n did it. “It’s okay, I don’t need anything ‘m good,” Y/n tries to reassure, already feeling guilty. She felt like a douche, she showed up to the Maximoff household unexpected, got caught smoking weed in the house, and now Wanda is trying to buy her a jacket and hat. Not only that, the thought of going into a busy public mall didn’t sound like a good time to Y/n. Sounded more overwhelming and overstimulating than anything especially with holidays around the corner. If they were gonna go anywhere, Y/n would want to be stoned first.

“Don’t try that with me.” Wanda quirks a brow, giving a stern look at Y/n to assert there wasn’t a way for her to get out of this. “You need something warmer, honey. It’s either you go with me or I pick you out the most hideous jacket and hat I can find. I’ll make you wear them all break.” Wanda playfully threatens, stroking Y/n’s hair. Enjoying the soft feel of it running through her fingers. Y/n blushes and can’t help but crack a small smile at the nickname. Normally she wasn’t a fan of them, but something about the way Wanda said it, it made her heart happy. “Alright. Let’s finish off breakfast, then I’ll go shower and get ready.” Y/n agrees, kissing Wanda’s cheek, making the woman blush at the gesture. Y/n grabs her mug of coffee from the counter, taking a sip before intertwining her fingers with Wanda’s, guiding her over to the chairs at the island counter. Unable to help the grin on her face. Something about the way their hands fit together, it felt right. Usually, Y/n wasn’t a touchy feely person, she’d keep her distance from others, their touch making her skin crawl. But Wanda’s hand felt like it was made just to fit in hers. Their fingers laced together perfectly, in a way that made Y/n feel complete, made her feel right, lighter.

“You better eat one of those cinnamon rolls, or I’ll smash one in your face,” Wanda muses, her chin rested in her free palm as she gazes at the woman beside her. Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, grabbing one from the plate in front of her and taking a bite. Humming in delight at Wanda’s tremendous baking skills. “Is this your way of keepin’ me? Cause it’s workin’.” Y/n jokes between bites. Wanda chuckles, wiping a bit of icing off Y/n’s cheek, licking the remainder off her thumb.

“Maybe. You are a bit of cutie, think I'd like to keep you around a while.” Wanda teases, making Y/n blush. Y/n finishes off the cinnamon roll, wiping her hands off with a paper towel. “Takes one to know one,” Y/n muses back, cracking a smile as she meets the green eyes that gazed at her. Wanda rolls her eyes, biting her lip for a moment, unable to resist the urge to kiss her. “Get your cute butt upstairs and get ready.” Wanda muses as they part, playfully pokes the younger woman’s side. Y/n jumps at the poke, giggling a bit as she gets up off the chair. Making her way back upstairs to get ready as told. Nearly tripping up the first two steps, making Wanda chuckle in amusement.

Wanda smiled adoringly as she watched Y/n walk up the rest of the way. This winter break was gonna be a good one. Especially now that she knew her previous judgement of the woman was wrong. She was falling for this girl. But a few issues raised with that. Wanda knew they had to keep this hidden from the boys, and she could sense Y/n knew it too. But with each kiss they shared, it proved again just how much the secrecy was worth it. Wanda hadn’t felt butterflies in her stomach from someone in a long time. After her and Vision split up, Wanda didn’t endeavor into the dating scene. She wanted to wait until the boys were old enough to understand better. But even then, she didn’t meet too many people she felt a spark with. Yes, a few flings here and there, but nothing concrete. But the way Y/n made her feel, it ignited a fire that she thought long went out. Made her feel young, albeit she berated herself. It made her feel desperate, longing for a woman much younger than herself. She knew it wasn’t like she was going around banging college girls, this is different. Y/n was different. She could barely kiss Wanda without burning red at the action. It was such a sweet and innocent reaction, endearing if anything. It made her heart speed up, knowing she could produce such a reaction from Y/n. It proved she wasn’t alone in her feelings. Wanda had given up so much to marry Vision, to raise her boys. Maybe it was time to give into a guilty pleasure she wanted the most. She didn’t want to upset the boys by dating their friend- she shouldn’t get ahead of herself, they aren’t dating yet. They’ve barely kissed, she shouldn’t rush it. She’ll talk to the boys if and when they ever cross that bridge.

Wanda shakes her head to rid the thoughts that ran rampant. She sets her own coffee mug aside, heading upstairs to change into something more fitting for a public outting. When she enters her room, she shivers, feeling a cold breeze in the room despite her windows being shut and the heat turned up. But then her gaze flickers to the bathroom door, or more so the light that illuminated from the crack under it. “Y/n, better not be smoking in that bathroom again-” Wanda opens the bathroom door, turning bright red at the sight. Y/n was only in a sports bra and boxers, revealing tattoos and piercings she wasn't aware of. The shower heating up, and the window cracked open to get rid of the steam. Y/n flushes in embarrassment at forgetting to lock the door. “‘I’m not! I promise!” Y/n shakes her head nervously, lifting her hands to show she doesn’t even have a joint on her. Wanda can’t help but crack a smile at the honest plea. “Sorry, honey. The window was open, just reminded me of last time,” She chuckles, unable to help the way she checks out the woman. Turning pink at her own action. “Are we savin’ water today?” Y/n jokes, still red and unable to meet Wanda’s gaze. Wanda blushes at the idea, her imagination already running crazy at the insinuation.

“If you’re good at the mall, I’ll think about it.” Wanda teases, making her way out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Y/n blushes at Wanda’s words, flustered at the premise. Quickly going back to undressing to hop into the shower. Wanda was leaning back against the door to calm down her racing heart. Closing her eyes as the image replays in her mind. God she felt like a teenager again. Could barely see her undressed without turning bright red. Y/n couldn't even meet her gaze, blushing deeply at being seen. Her mind imagining what could’ve happened in that shower, had she said yes. Or how shy Y/n would be with Wanda between her thighs- She shakes her head, trying to ignore the thoughts that brought heat between her thighs.

She makes her way towards her closet, grabbing out a warm Christmas sweater and a grey long sleeve to change into. Collecting jeans and new undergarments from her dresser drawers. She changes into fresh clothes before making her way to sit in front of her vanity, fixing up her makeup and hair for the outting. Maybe she was outdoing herself a little for a simple mall run, but she couldn’t help it. Y/n made her wanna dress up and look all pretty, to get her attention and feel her eyes on her. It was an amazing feeling, one she was beginning to get an addiction to. Soon, she finishes up, making her way out of her bedroom before going to the guest room to knock. Wanting to see if Y/n was ready yet. “Come in,” Y/n calls out, fixing up her hair as she stared into the mirror. She was wearing cargo pants, a long sleeve shirt, and her ragged sweater.

“You ready to go, Y/n?” Wanda hums, leaning against the door frame with a small smile at the domestic sight. Y/n finished off tying her hair back, throwing her winter hat on. “Yes, ma’am.” Y/n nods with a thumbs up, making Wanda playfully shake her head. “C’mon, dork.” Wanda nods her head to the door. Y/n stops at her backpack, grabbing out a joint. “Can I smoke before we go or is being banished to the treehouse still in question?” Y/n asks, cracking a small smile. Wanda rolls her eyes playfully, “It’s a no. C’mon, I wanna spend a day with you sober. When we get home after, you have the go ahead.” Wanda hums, gently taking the joint from Y/n to set on the dresser. She intertwines their fingers, dragging Y/n downstairs before she had the chance to snag up another smoke. “But the mall is torture, it would make me feel a little less like I’m dying.” Y/n overdramatically groans. Wanda stops by the front door to step into her boots. Putting her coat on to save herself from the freezing weather outside. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. Remember what I told you if you were good?” Wanda teases, trying to entice Y/n. Y/n eyes widen a bit and her eyebrows go up, “You were bein’ for real?” Y/n asks, a little bit more eager to behave herself. Wanda chuckles at the look on her face, playfully shaking her head. “Let’s go,” She hums, reaching for the zipper on Y/n’s sweater to zip it up for her. Gently grabbing the edges of her hood to pull it over Y/n’s hat, wanting the woman to be as warm as possible until they got a jacket for her. She grabs her purse and keys, opening the door for Y/n.

They walk out of the house, heading to Wanda’s car that sat parked in the garage. As they climb in and buckle up. Y/n’s mind filled with anxities about the mall, the busy bustling place, filled with crowds of people that were stocking up on last minute gifts for their loved ones. The utter chaos was not something Y/n was looking forward to. But if Wanda was there, she could force herself to endure it. It meant spending more time with the woman and making her happy by letting her follow through on the plans she made. Wanda started up the car, pulling out of the driveway. Y/n took a deep breath, wishing it was of a funkier smoke rather than air. Wanda’s free hand finds Y/n's, gently taking intertwining their fingers, her thumb softly rubbing the back of her hand. She glanced up at Wanda, finding that warm smile that made her feel at ease. “Just a jacket and hat and we’ll get out of there. I promise.” Wanda nods, sensing the way Y/n’s vibe had shifted. The promise eased some of the anxiety that ate away at Y/n’s chest. It was strange to think about. This was the woman Y/n had found so intimidating, comforting her in a way that weed couldn’t. It made her fall for the woman even harder, the way she could make her feel lighter and happier with such ease. “Can we get pretzels on the way out?” Y/n pipes up after a moment of silence, making Wanda smile. “Yes, I’ll get you pretzels.” She chuckles, kissing the back of Y/n’s hand. Y/n cracks a smile, blushing a bit at the sweet gesture. “Makin’ me feel all spoiled today,” Y/n muses, a little excited at the fact Wanda agreed. Wanda playfully shook her head, “Mmm no, consider this more a consolation gift for when I win against you, Tommy and Billy in Mario Kart tonight.” She jokes, offering an amused grin. Y/n playfully squints at the woman, “Oh you wish.” They both giggle, falling into a comfortable silence as they appreciate the other’s presence. The radio offering soft music for the rest of the drive.

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Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait, I have the immune system of a victorian child and I've been working long shifts. 🙏

Side note: I apologize for not tagging you guys on pt.2, I forgot 😔