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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 11 months ago

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Fate's Plans (Wanda Maximoff X Male!Reader)

Characters: Wanda Maximoff X Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers (Takes place sometime after AOU)

Warnings: Pregnancy, vague mentions of birth, bit of swearing

Could you write Wanda x male!reader, it’s just fluff really if that’s ok. Wanda and the reader find out they’re pregnant and the fic’s about their time throughout the pregnancy and after their child is born. Maybe the reader kinda freaks out a bit and Wanda finds it really funny/cute.

There were a lot of people who believed that finding true love was an act of fate. If it happened to you, you’d know immediately, and it would become a story to tell your kids and grandkids beside the person you were destined to grow old with. Wanda was one of those people. She believed with all her whole heart that her parents' meeting was fate, even if it meant that they would die young, leaving behind her and Pietro. However, she also believed that this fate wasn’t ever going to happen to her. Life was too cruel- why would life beat her down so hard so far just to throw her a bone now? And she was okay with that. She believed this so hard, that it actually took her a while to realise that she was wrong. Fate did have other plans for her, and the love of her life was already with her.

Wanda only realised it was you, was when she watched you excitedly calling her name repeatedly, getting a little quieter as you got close and closer, beaming as you proceeded to hand her a cloth bag that fit in her hand, and watched excitedly as she opened it, finding several stones, shells and even sea glass, and you went on to explain that on your PTO (Because you’d gotten injured on a mission and should have been resting) you’d gone to the coast with some family and gathered some trinkets because you thought she’d like it. She didn’t like it. She loved it, and she loved that you had thought of her and did this. That’s why immediately after, she asked you to dinner, and your eyes widened, not expecting that, before stuttering out an acceptance.

She was surprised it took her so long for herself to realise how special you were. You were an agent of SHIELD, and had been for two years, starting just a year after Wanda became an Avenger. Being young, and a rookie, you got a lot of teasing, especially from people like Clint and Tony, but you took it all in your stride and with a smile. You were always kind, eager to help, which on first appearance made you appear a bit of an airhead or gullible, but oh boy, was that wrong- Tony learnt that the hard way, when he tried to prank you by putting you in charge of checking over his security software for any faults, bugs, or cyber attacks, him already having it planned out for you to be overwhelmed and for FRIDAY to mimic an actual attack to scare you, only for you to handle it, and actually catch a bug in the system. All of which you announced to Tony in front of several other Avengers, including Wanda. Not long after, you ended up being assigned on a mission with Natasha, Clint and Steve, and come back with the three gobsmacked, and then tell a story of you being the most competent and well trained agent any of them had actually worked with. That kind of complimentary talk really boosts you up the ranks, it turns out, and soon Wanda was able to see it first hand.

But out of missions, you were that kind, slightly silly person. You always asked about her day, complimented her on her recent mission, and eventually, you began giving gifts- getting her coffee in the morning, then also a bit of breakfast, then snacks, and eventually your gifts moved from food and drinks to finding DVDs of obscure movies she mentioned wanting to watch again, or fixing things for her in your down time. Your sewing skills on her cardigans and skirts were far from professional, but they worked as intended, and it was a lovely gesture. Wanda practically slapped herself when she realised these were your ways of trying to show you liked her.

As soon as you two actually started dating, everything just clicked. Your acts of love and affection didn’t slow down at all, except now the coffee and breakfast was something you grabbed together, you kept her favourite snacks at yours for when she came over, and she did the same for you, and dates between you was basically anytime you two got to be alone together- which was whenever you two had time after work, or after a mission, where you two just cuddled and relaxed after it all. The only real problem was the part where you two would be at work and be teased by your team for being kids in love, but it was all in good fun. The team was fully supportive. They saw how happy you made Wanda, and how well you two clicked. It was worth the aww’s and teasing whenever you told each other you loved each other or shared a look across a room. This did get a little better though when you two actually moved in together a year and half into your relationship, though now the team would regularly question when you two were gonna get married already.

Imagine the team's surprise when Wanda announced that she was going on desk work for the next few months- because you two were having a baby.

“You know, there’s still time for a shotgun wedding.” Tony commented, walking past Wanda as she was sitting reading a mission report, also enjoying some baby carrots, the bowl balanced on her belly that had grown a lot the last few months.

“Not happening Tony. Knowing my luck, I’ll go into labour while saying my vows.” She commented, not looking up.

“You don’t even have to walk down an aisle or anything- we get you a white dress, get Y/N in a suit- can’t Captains officiate weddings? I own boats, that counts, right?” Tony questioned.

“Tony, we know you just want another party. I have no clue how you’re still functioning after what you pulled at the baby shower.” Natasha commented, coming in the room to give Wanda new forms, before taking the ones from her. “Now leave her alone, before I tell Clint.” She warned. Tony raised his hands in surrender, before leaving the room. “Now you.”

“I haven’t done anything.” Wanda defended.

“Other than you’re supposed to be working from home? You’re due any day now.” Natasha pointed out.

“Exactly- Y/N got dragged off to that mission the other day and isn’t back yet- if I go into labour at home, I’m by myself.” She pointed out.

“And if Y/N finds out you’re not following doctor’s orders, he’s gonna be irate.” She pointed out. Wanda knew she was right. Ever since Wanda had shown you the test results, you somehow became even more affectionate, even more loving, but also now protective. You always tried to not be overbearing on her and get on her nerves- she was the one actually going through it after all. You made sure her snack stash, which adjusted to her cravings, was always well stocked. As the pregnancy progressed, you switched chores- her doing any that she could do with minimal moving or while sat on a stool, and you did anything that would cause her any back pain. You set the nursery up together, you doing the painting, and Wanda put together most of the furniture, not having to do any heavy lifting thanks to her powers, though every few weeks you could come home to the nursery reorganised because she wasn’t happy about some aspects of it- the cot too far away from the door, the chair too far away from the cot, the cot and chair are too close together. Eventually she settled on a layout.

When Wanda entered her 3rd Trimester, was when you became a true worrier. If she showed any discomfort, you were by her side to try and help, and with every day closer to the due date, Wanda could tell you were getting more anxious- she blamed all the books and research you did pretty early on in her pregnancy, which led you down a rabbit hole about risks and worst case scenarios, though you didn’t want to talk about it with her- as to not worry her. That stress really showed when you found out about your current mission, and Wanda saw you actually raise your voice at Fury for sending you on it, knowing the situation. In the end, Fury could not reassign who was on the mission, but he did extend your leave after the baby’s birth by 2 months. Wanda promised to keep the baby in till you came back, and Natasha, Clint and Bruce promised to look after Wanda and also to keep Tony on a leash.

“Have you heard anything from them on how the mission’s going?” Wanda inquired, trying to change the subject.

“Got a vague text from Steve saying ‘nearly done’ early this morning, but other than that, nothing, but knowing how effective Steve, Thor and Y/N work together, I’m expecting them back tonight.” She told Wanda. “In other words, you have until tonight to get home, or I'm telling.”

“I can handle Y/N being a little annoyed at me being here- I want to see him as soon as he gets back, not a second longer.” Wanda decided, resting her head back in her chair. Natasha felt a buzz in her pocket, pulling her phone out, before grinning and putting it away.

“Well better get moving- they’re already landing.”

You were exhausted from the mission, but eager to get off the jet and get to Wanda. You didn’t like the idea on her being alone, both in the day and at night while due any moment- you heard a lot of labours start at night, and you’d had a nightmare while on your mission of Wanda waking up in the middle of the night with contractions, no one answering her calls because they were asleep, and an ambulance not getting to her for hours. You didn’t want that, so the best spot for you was by her side.

As soon as Steve landed the plane, you were off it, stripping off harnesses, belts and gear as you walked, rushing inside the building for the quicked debrief which you planned to mostly consist of ‘I’ll do the paperwork later’ talk, only to spot Wanda shuffling towards you, right beside Natasha, who sent an apologetic smile. You dumped your gear on the spot and ran to her. “You okay? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” You fussed, taking Wanda in your arms, seeing her face for any discomfort- any sign she was having contractions or in labour- but she just smiled back at you.

“Figured me being here meant having people around, so even if I went into labour, I wouldn’t be alone.” She pointed out. You sighed, your shoulders relaxing, the comment actually soothing that horrible thought that had been haunting your dreams. It was almost like-

“Have you been reading my mind again?” You asked her.

“Only when your thoughts are so loud, I can hear them without telepathy. You worry too much, my love.” She told you, resting her hand on your cheek.

“And now that you’re home- go take her home before we have to have Bruce deliver your kid- I’m not sure if Bruce could handle that stress. I’ll handle the debrief and Fury. Enjoy your last few days of peace for the next few years.” Steve commented as he walked past you both. You jokingly saluted him, and did as told.

As soon as you got home, got Wanda settled and got the chores done that needed to be done, you joined your girlfriend in your bed, putting on one of the old DvDs of an old sitcom Wanda loved that she got you addicted to as well. “Tony giving you any trouble?” You asked.

“Other than wanting us to have a shotgun wedding so he can get as wasted as he did at our baby shower? No… how did he even get that drunk?” Wanda asked.

“If I had to guess… Thor and his flask of Asguardian alcohol. But then again I wouldn’t put it past him to figure out where we ordered our chocolates and got alcohol laced ones and ate them all to himself… can you imagine him getting drunk at our daughter’s Christmas Nativity? Or her toddler ballet classes?” You humoured, making Wanda laugh.

“Oh, I think you mean our son’s Christmas Nativity and his toddler ballet classes. This, is a boy.” She said, tapping her stomach.

“Hmmm, I still think for a girl, little Wanda Jr.” You told her, leaning over to kiss her bump.

“If it is a girl, we are not calling her Wanda Jr.” She grinned, and you hummed. “You sure you’re okay with Pietro for a boy?” She asked.

“Of course I am. Has been since we talked about it 6 months ago. Hell if it is a girl, we can have Petra, or something.” You suggested, wrapping an arm around her. “I wish I could have met him. I bet he would have been the best uncle… and also he’d join Tony in the shotgun wedding idea.” You commented, making her chuckle.

“Yeah, he would… I think he’d love you though, he’d want us to marry just to gain you as a brother.” She added. “Anyway, one episode, then bed, I’m tired from looking at paper all day, and don’t lie to me about being tired yourself.” She told you. You agreed to that, but ended up falling asleep not even half way through.

However, you did wake up to Wanda shaking your arm. “Hmm? Yeah? Need water? The bathroom?” You asked on autopilot, before you became more aware of your surroundings, realising Wanda was already out of bed… a bed, that was wet.

“Get dressed and take me to the hospital- my water broke.” She told you, keeping her voice low as she brushed her hair out before clipping it back. You stared at her, processing her words, before it clicked. Hospital. Water. Broke. Labour. Baby. Now.

“Oh fuck we’re doing this!” You announced, jumping out of bed, rushing to grab clothes from your drawers to get dressed, while Wanda watched you, happy in her pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown as you hurried to get half decent, before grabbing her to-go bag from the chair in the corner, taking her by the arm and escorting outside to drive her to the hospital. “Let me know when you feel a contraction- have you felt any yet? Have you timed them? Your water breaking means it’s gonna speed up.” You requested as you drove.

“Had a few in bed- thought they were braxton hicks, but then my water broke, so I woke you up. I wasn’t timing them, but I will now- hold on.” She said, her voice becoming strained as she grabbed the door and your arm, and you pulled over and looked at her. “No, drive! Contraction!” She ordered.

“Oh! Right, sorry!” You apologised, taking off again. Wanda already knew this was going to be an experience, and a story to tell later with you right there.

Boy was she right. From getting there, to getting her checked into the maternity ward, all attempts to hold back on being dramatically worried was forgotten. At all times, you had some sort of contact with Wanda, whether that was holding her as she walked around, letting her squeeze your hand through contractions, rubbing her back to help with pains, or hugging her and telling her she was doing amazing, you were there. You were there every step of the way, all attention on her, checking in on her, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be, and being a rock. You made the whole thing go as smoothly as they could, and Wanda was thankful for that. She wasn’t sure she could do it without you. But eventually, it was over, and she had her baby in her arms. She looked over at you, sat beside her, arms leant on the siderails, looking at your daughter, mesmerized, before looking up at Wanda. “She’s so small.” You whispered, making her smile.

“Get over here and hold her, you dork.” She told you, shuffling over as much as she could so you could partially lay with her, taking your daughter in your arms, and looking down at her, before once again turning to Wanda, this time kissing her head.

“My girls. My beautiful girls, my whole world.” You told her, and she smiled, resting her head on you as you got comfortable with your baby, who was sound asleep in your arms, like she’d been the one doing all the hard work. “I knew you were a girl. Dreamt about it all the time- my little girl who looks just like her beautiful mom.” You told the baby in your arms.

“So, what are we naming her? And don’t say Wanda Jr.” She questioned.

“Thought we already agreed? Petra, right? Unless you want that as a first name, in which case, we could do what Clint did for you and name her after him. What’s the female version of Clint? Clinton?... Cli-”

“Don’t finish that thought, you’re too sleep deprived. Petra’s fine.” She told you, already seeing where exactly you were going, even if you didn’t. “Anyway, you should probably go tell the others- let Tony know a shotgun wedding is no longer an option but he can throw a party anyway.” She told you.

“Alright, I can do that. Want me to put our baby down to sleep so you can get some rest? I’ll make sure they don’t come around till late morning.” You told her, kissing her head as she nodded, and you put Petra in her cot beside Wanda.

“And as soon as you’re done, get back here, I want more hugs, even if it’s cramped.” She told you, getting a playful salute like how you had done to Steve earlier, before you grabbed your phone to step out and share the good news. Wanda rolled onto her side to look at her daughter, reaching out to put her arm into her cot, running a finger across her cheek.

Hope you like it! I wrote this in about 2-3 hours in one sitting so if there's mistakes please let me know. If you have any questions, please send them in!

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skylarinfinity · 1 year ago

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wanda: [look at her media social and see people keep shipping her with other avengers] can we stop shipping real people? like can we just not do that anymore.

m/n: [who clearly don't understand internet word's] last time i checked that human trafficking it's still illegal.

wanda: what- no, not that-

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

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marvels-bitch-boy · 1 year ago

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☃️ Request Version 2

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: this took me a while to finish and this is my first attempt at anything spicy. Let me know how to improve it!

Masterlist , Version 2

Jesus Christ of all the people you could have fallen for you thought it was a good idea to fall for your best friend? Wanda Maximoff is literally the sweetest and most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Anytime the two of you hang out there’s this tension that you swear is there, she sits close to you, at parties she doesn’t leave your side, when a girl hits on you she is the first to intervene and rescue you. It’s like she knows you hate being without her. The last two months though the entire team doesn’t seem to have caught the memo that she wasn’t interested in dating. She’s had to reject 10 guys so far that everyone brings to dinners or parties. At this point, it was starting to annoy you because there wasn’t an event that you could enjoy without some creep hitting on her. A few times she had you pretend to be her boyfriend to scare them off. Those were times when you felt like there might be a chance between the two of you. Like there was a world where you were one of the guys that got set up with her. The chance to show her what she deserves from a guy. The only problem with that is the whole team completely forgets about you when they make those decisions, and you don’t want to ruin any of the great parts of your friendship.

You were sitting with Wanda on the couch in the common room watching an old black and white movie you had been begging her to watch with you. One Two Three was the name of it and as soon as you said it was your favourite movie she couldn’t have agreed faster. She sat next to you as she always did but it felt different. It was most likely just you because she seemed as comfortable as ever. You looked down and saw her eyes light up from the action happening on the screen in front of you. The sight made this movie even better, the joy it brought her seemed to solidify its spot in your heart. You smiled as she laughed and commented on the ridiculousness of the film. When the “itsy bitsy polka dot bikini” song began to play you enthusiastically jumped up and began to dance. This made her laugh even harder, you knew the words by heart and would hum it on almost every mission. Now she knew exactly where you got it from. Her clapping that followed the beat was only encouraging you to dance more and soon you lifted her up to dance along. She was having trouble keeping up as she continued to laugh. You loved this more than the movie itself. Once the song ended you plopped back down onto the couch in a fit of laughter, she landed almost directly on top of you which only strengthened the fit of laughs and giggles coming from the two of you. This was a moment you wouldn’t trade for the world. Having your best friend by your side as you watch your favourite movie, laughing and dancing was one of the things you wouldn’t sacrifice. Even if there was a slight chance she felt the same you couldn’t risk losing this. You’ve never felt like this for someone and you would take whatever you could get from her.

The fridge door opening caught your attention and your laughter ceased, you became more serious and Wanda rolled her eyes at this. She jabbed you in the side before turning around to face the person. “Tony?” she taken aback by his appearance at the compound since he no longer lived there “Isn’t it alittle late for you to be here?” This caught your attention and you finally realized the time. It was well past 11pm and you rarely ever stayed up this late. Deciding to chime in you smirked at him “You get kicked out by Pepper again?” he mocked laughter before he murmured a small “yes” which made you crack a real smile. Wanda however paused the movie and motioned for him to join the two of you. You flashed her panicked eyes and she glared at you which immediately made you shrink.

“What’s the story here? All I see is communism and Coca-Cola” you rolled your eyes and sighed before resounding “That's what makes it funny… and the rushing to convert the communist to Coca-Cola” you chuckled at the last part. Wanda however apparently didn’t see the movie as either of the two.

“There a love that no one seems to think will work but in the end they do, and theres also a lesson about acceptance,” she looks back to you “and learning to take risks.” that last part felt very directed at you. You shyly nodded your head and went to continue the movie but Tony again interupted. “So Witchy, you rejected the guy Natasha brought to dinner. I have someone who you’ll love, he’s sweet, smart, good looking, loves old movies and shows, has a good job, And! He happens to be a good friend” your heart started to jump at each word he spoke. Theres no way that Tony was the one to finally give you a chance, he had been trying to set her up with every shield agent in the compound. Maybe he saw the way you were together tonight. He saw the way you looked at her and he saw something you were missing in how she felt for you. “Tony, I’m not interested in anyone you guys set me up with. I’m fine with just my friends” she pats your thigh which sends a shiver along you and your entire body stiffens like a peice of ply wood only for a second.

“Maybe hear him out, the guy sounds okay…” you hoped you were making the right decision, praying to whatever being was there that this tin can wouldn’t screw you over. Attempting to ease her nerves you held her hand in yours “Look, if it doesn’t go well I’ll be ready with a bat or some Sokovian snacks.” she seemed to relax at your touch and looked back to Tony “fine, but only once.” he jumps up victoriously. You have a sneaking suspicion that you just got fucked over by the giant dancing baby infront of you. Internally cursing yourself you unpaused the movie and settled back into the couch, Wanda settled into your side and you felt like maybe just maybe you’d be the one she ends up with.

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As the music rages on at yet another stark party you find yourself alone for the first time that night. Wanda hadn’t been answering your messages all night and you had begun to get concerned. You looked around to attempt to see her auburn red hair anywhere in the crowd of people. You would have thought she stood out like the sun on a cloudy day. She had never left you alone at any avengers function, no matter who had been vying for her attention she never left your side. Tonight though seemed to be different. Tony had approached you earlier in the night with a man directly behind him who you noticed was dressed almost exactly like you, even his hair was styled similarly to yours. Questioning him about it led to nowhere -as always.

As you attempted to find the red witch in the crowd you were pulled towards the bar by a small pair of hands that you had assumed belonged to her, but when you faced the woman you found a random pair of chestnut brown eyes that greeted you with over-blown pupils. This was not at all someone you recognized. “Uh… hi?” you attempted to be polite as you were stuck between the bar and this woman. “Can I help you?” She laughed and her breath alerted you to her inebriated state even more.

“I saw you from across the room… you’re very very handsome” she slightly slurred her last few words and you gently attempted to keep her stable as she swayed for a moment. This caused a coy smile to appear on her face. “So strong” you gave her an obviously uncomfortable smile and attempted to guide her to a seat but she forced you down onto it and took the spot in your lap. Now you were getting very uncomfortable. You’ve had these things happen but by now you’d already have been rescued by Wanda and laughing about the situation together, though you were alone now, forced to figure your way out by yourself.

When she reached for another drink you stopped her and in a panic, you drank the whole glass and she cheered you on. You looked at the bartender of the night and asked for two vodka redbulls, you felt like you would have to be an awake drunk tonight. She saw the look on your face and quickly produced two glasses full. As you chugged the glasses you looked around the room once again hoping to find Wanda on her path towards you to rescue you from this absolute stranger. Instead, you were greeted by her smile and laugh as she sat on a couch with a random man. You felt jealousy fill you and your heart began to sink. Your distraught appearance was caught by her eyes and she looked between you and the woman on your lap once you saw this you looked away from her and back to the woman. Plastering on a smile and placing a hand on her thigh -an act that made your skin crawl and felt so unlike you. As you sat there attempting to not give Wanda any of your attention and keep focused on the person in your lap there was a tap on your shoulder and the sound of someone's throat being cleared, turning around you found Sam with pursed lips and eyes that communicated to you his exact reasoning for being there.

“Y/N!” he said through a gritted smile “Maria was looking for you. Now.” you didn’t need any more from the man and began to excuse yourself from the woman who whined as you left her. Sam gave you a smile as you kept walking along with him and patted your shoulder. You reached the only quiet part of the room and you were greeted by Maria sitting in a corner tending to a scotch. As you joined her Sam sat on the armrest of the loveseat and questioned you on what he had to save you from. “A pretty girl was on your lap and you looked like you were being mauled by a bear, what's up with that?” his brows connected with the expression he made and you wanted to laugh but you were still recovering from the uncomfortable situation.

“I don’t do that, I like to take things slow…” you saw Maria nod her head at your words but Sam didn’t seem like he was buying what you were selling “and she wasn’t the person I would let -do that” That on the other hand had him convinced, he looked around the room and you shook your head, “oh no you don’t nope! No, you’re not gonna guess”

“Ah! How’d you know I was doing that?” he grinned at you and it changed your mood, how could anyone not be in a good mood when Sam is there? He was the second person you had met when you joined the team and he was also the second closest person to you. So far to your knowledge, he didn’t know about your feelings for Wanda and you wanted to keep it that way. He was notorious for trying to play matchmaker, he once tried to set up Maria and Steve… that was an interesting month.

“You can’t seem to butt out of my romances… which don’t exist might I add” that last bit made Maria laugh slightly and Sam gained an offended look on his face. Shaking his head and grabbing an empty bottle that sat on a nearby table he set it down.

“You won’t tell me, fine we’ll figure it out the old fashion way” You looked at him cautiously as he spun the bottle and waited for it to land on one of the three of you. It was just your luck that it stopped dead in front of you. Fuck. there was no way he would let this go if you told him, and he would most certainly keep this up until you did. He exchanged looks with Maria and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. His expression changed and you saw the mischievous grin he had plastered on his face. “Truth or Dare.” He spoke not as a question but a statement, you knew you had to answer in some way.

You took a quick glance at Maria who had a knowing look on her face, did she know? How would she? You groaned and looked at the ceiling as you contemplated your choice. “Dare… Was going to happen anyway” Sam cackled for a moment as he stood up and looked around the room and set his eyes on something you couldn’t see. “Alright big man, I want you to go and make a move on the girl you so desperately-”. You interjected “Desperate? Who-”. “-want so badly… if it doesn’t work out let us know, we’ll forget this whole thing”.

You didn’t believe him on the last bit but you could easily pretend or come up with a lie to say you tried. After all, how would they know? This way you didn’t have to tell them it was Wanda. Nodding your head you stood up and shook hands with the cheeky man. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a pain in the ass?” he made a faux look of hurt and clutched his chest “You kiss your mystery girl with that mouth” you rolled your eyes and walked away from the two who gave you a few small cheers as you made your way across the room. Within almost a few seconds you were met with the red auburn hair that plagued your mind. You felt the warmth radiate off her as you waited for her to turn around even a milimeter. When she did you found her dancing with a man that seemed slightly familiar- for fucks sake Tony! It was the man he had been trying to set Wanda up with, you remembered him from the earlier encounter at the bar. You felt a swarm of jealousy cover you like a bee hive over a keeper. You wanted to rip him away from her but she quickly saw you and stopped dead in her tracks, her face filled with embarrassment that quickly changed to guilt as she looked in your eyes. You felt the sour look on your face sear into her mind and you began to walk away. The door to the hallway was farther than you remembered at the beginning of the night, the people around you seemed to make a clear path in your mind. Suddenly you were stopped by Tony who had a concerned look, you attempted to walk past him and muttered small insults at the man but he ignored them. “Wanda doesn’t look to good… take her back to her room? She asked for you” he had to slightly yell the second half of his request as the music pounded into your skull. As much as you wanted to be upset with the girl she had no idea of your feelings, she wasn’t to blame here, infact no one was… except you. Nodding he guided you towards her as she sat on the edge of the couch and seemed to perk up as she saw Tony with you. Placing a hand on her forehead you felt her temperature was higher than it should be and you gently guided her to stand up. She moved like a wet spaghetti noodle with how flimsy she was. “Hey, red…” she nuzzled close to you and you sighed as you picked her up in your arms. Her breath hit the raw skin of your neck and almost made you stumble as you walked. Steadying yourself with the idea that she was too intoxicated to control her actions you made your way into the hallway. One of your hands made small circles on her back as you carried her along, attempting to soothe her in her current state. As you passed your room she seemed to whine as you continued.

“No… I want Y/N’s bed” she spoke softly into your ear and that made your heart almost burst -even if it was slurred. You stopped and looked down at her and the sight made your willpower crumble like an ancient statue. “I want Y/N.” a small smile hit your lips and you turned around back in the direction of your room. “I’m here, don’t worry koldovskoy I’m not going anywhere”.

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As you set her down on your bed you felt her temperature once again but she began to squirm. She wiggled her way into an upright position and you asked her what was wrong. She simply said “Clothes” and began to reach for her zipper on her back. She struggled and you stifled a laugh as you reached to help. She swatted you away and for a moment you feared you had crossed a boundary, she usually allowed you to help her when the night became this blurry and she had said on multiple occasions she trusted you, instead she rubbed her eyes and spoke “only Y/N can do that…he’s gentle” this made you laugh at her words, no one else on the team would even use that word to describe you. You were known to cause damage to the compound, and rip clothes whenever you couldn’t make them fit, hell Tony had to reinforce your phone because you kept destroying them. She was the first person to call you gentle. When you looked back at her she gave you an offended look. “Don’t laugh at him!” you stopped and gave her a soft smile.

“Okay… what else do you think he is?” you weren’t going to lie, this made you curious but you also hoped she didn’t answer, whatever she would say to you wouldn’t be fully truthful. She isn’t in a conscious state of mind, you didn’t want to find out what she thought about you while she was also attempting to rip her dress off. She let out a huff and began talking, you stood up and rummaged through your clothes in the half-lit room. Grabbing her a nightshirt and a pair of pyjama pants as you listened. “He’s sweet, handsome, -and he is sooooo funny. Tony said I should ask him out,” you stopped moving altogether, what? “-oh! He also liked old movies, and he’s handsome” the repeating of her words didn’t help you regain any composure as she sunk into your pillows. You snapped back into reality and lightly nudged her the clothes you expected her to go into the bathroom or something to change but she somehow managed to unzip herself partially, you took in a sharp breath and went back to your clothes and didn’t turn around as you rushed to the bathroom to change yourself. You mouthed curses at yourself as you remained confused and perplexed at her words.

Leaving the bathroom in your captain america pyjamas you found a sight that wasn’t unfamiliar. Wanda laying in your bed cuddled up under the covers. You decided to take the floor on the bottom of the bed, you didn’t want her to wake up hungover in the same bed as you, -which wasn’t an uncommon thing but you felt like things between the two of you needed to change, especially if you were going to get over her. Right as you closed your eyes you heard her speak up once again “I can’t sleep” you looked over and saw her fling the covers off herself “It’s so cold…” just as quick as her words left her mouth she was asleep. Or so you thought.

—

As you were in your dream fighting off a field of bears with Viking armour you suddenly felt yourself lose your breath. You began to attempt to catch your breath and you ended up waking yourself up as you had attempted to breathe. Your eyes remained closed but you could feel a weight on your chest that was warm and seemed to completely surround you. Your nose filled with a familiar scent and you finally opened your eyes. Shit. That was the first thought you had as you opened your eyes. You found the woman who you finally realized was actually interested in you and was now resting her head on your chest. How the fuck did I end up in my bed?! I fell asleep on the floor. Her head moved and you froze in place not wanting to wake her up while you were in this position. Slowly as she moved her head off of your chest you carefully exited the bed like a snake and slithered onto the floor and ran into the bathroom to hide for a moment. Her voice softly called out for you only a second later.

“Y/N?...” her voice seemed different. It wasn’t the way she usually called out to you, it was soft. You quietly spoke from the bathroom “Give me a second, I’ll be right back” you splashed your face with handfuls of water and started gulping down as much from the faucet as you could. You could feel the hum of a hangover leaning over you. You didn’t drink more than a few glasses, how the hell do you feel like shit now? Opening the door and walking back to your bed your feet hit the cold empty glasses that seemed to litter your floor. Confusion etched onto your face and you continued to make a path silently to your bed. Laying down and encasing yourself with the blanket you were caught off guard for a second as you registered who was still in your bed. Holy shit. This is real, and you were in bed with Wanda. You felt her hands roam your torso.

Wait.

You didn’t have a shirt, or pants on. You remember going to bed in pyjamas.

The feeling of her pressed against you under the covers was soothing. And her voice almost sent you back into a deep sleep. “So warm” her words were stretched out, as if they were a cat waking up from a nap. She was just as warm as you. Your hand moved to her thigh that had was already draped over you. Running circles on her back and her thigh, your hand acted as though it already knew how she liked it.

You two layed there until 10am when there was a knock at your door. You grogily got out of bed once again and navigated the maze of bottles that littered your floor. Grabbing the first shirt you saw and slinging it on before answering the door. Opening it you came face to face with Sam. SHIT SAM!

He looked at you with a mischievous grin and attempted to enter the room but you kept the doorway blocked. He raised an eyebrow before he looked you up and down and pursed his lips as he held in a smile. “You uh… have fun last night?” you rolled your eyes and go out into the hallway with him. You close the door softly hoping not to wake Wanda who was still fast asleep in your bed. Whispering to Sam in an almost yelling manner “Sam… please tell me you had an after party in my room because I have no idea how I now have so many empty bottles… and a girl in my bed” The last part of the sentence dropped his jaw and he yelled out in excitement, you quickly covered his mouth shushed him as loud as you could while whispering “Shut the fuck up! She’s sleeping!!” he nodded and you dropped your hand from his mouth. “What are you doing here? I don’t have training today and we don’t have a meeting”

He looked at you with a smug expression. “I came to see if you were dead after all the booze you had me bring you…and your special friend -which by the way,” he pointed at you “you wouldn’t tell me who! Tried to ask you a few times and you laughed” You felt the memory break through your mind and rush to the surface.

—

You left the company of Wanda sitting on the floor with you and answered the door. Sam stood there slightly dishevelled, his pupils were blown and it was very obvious he was on his way to bed after his delivery. He handed you three multipacks of assorted drinks and some snacks, placing the multipacks inside you closed the door just enough to hide the full view of Wanda and thanked him. He attempted to lean over and get a glimpse at your mystery woman but you moved the door and smirked at him. He tried to question “Who’s the lucky lady?” you shook your head in defiance and winked at him before giggling like a giddy kid and shutting the door. You turned around and saw Wanda begin to laugh at the sight of you and take a swig of the malt you had been saving. “Guess I must be your lucky lady…” you stood there and looked at her. “I think I’m the lucky one right now” taking a drink out of the multipack you take a gulp of it and sit down next to her. “Now where did we leave off??...right!” you grab the remote and unpause the movie. You two weren’t actually paying attention to the movie instead you were progressively getting drunker and performing horrendous imitations of the characters on screen and mocking their decisions.

—

Oh fuck. Did you flirt with her? You’ve never flirted with Wanda before. Oh, this night was definitely weird. You turned back to Sam “Yeah… about that sorry man, I kinda can’t tell you… yeah, bye!” quickly turn around and dashed for your door, slamming it in front of him as he tries to catch you. You definitely woke her up now.

Standing in the entry way of your room and the light peaking through the curtains of your windows you get a good look at Wanda. She is laying deeply under the covers and you could have sworn she looked like the most beautiful person in the entire world. Taking a step forward warily incase she opens her eyes and is startled by you. She isn’t, she groans as she covers her head with the blanket. She speaks slightly muffled under the covers “get rid of the sun… and please tell me sam didn’t need me” You chuckle at her words and honestly you would make sure the sun never shined again if that is what she truly wanted. “No, he didn’t need you -he wanted to make sure I wasn’t dead after last night” she peaks out of the cover when she hears you closing the curtains even more. “Why? What happened?” you freeze in place and look at her, did she not remember? Or did she -much like you- have it all trapped under the surface in her mind?

Reaching down you grab the pair of pyjamas that you had given her last night off the floor, the slight flash of hands ripping them off her body came to the front of your mind. “Not much, I don’t remember that much” handing them to her your fingers touch slightly and theres a twist in your gut at the contact. “I-uh, I’m gonna…just go shower real quick,” you swallow hard as she sits up and you notice her full lack of clothes “do you wanna- would you want to go after me? -or do you want to go back to your room…” your words trail off and you thought for a moment that she had a look of confliction, not just on a simple decision but in the way she sees you. Her eyes had slipped down you for a second before slingshotting back up to your face and her expression changed. “Yeah…-I’ll go after you,” she gave you a smile and you nodded before turning around and stepping over the bottles once again. Cursing yourself for going so overboard the night before. As you discard the shirt that you now realize is one that Wanda had left in your room days before. Turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up you look in the mirror and notice something. Multiple large red and purple marks on the base of your neck, shoulder, and collar bones. You looked like a bruised cow. Touching them and they don’t feel like bruises. Another part of the night comes to mind.

—

Eventually, you two reach the rom-com section of cheesy movies and the drunker you are the closer you two get. While Wanda mocks the lead actress of the movie you catch yourself staring at her lips, not even going up to see her eyes but rather zoned in on what she is saying and the smile she had. “Who even falls for the best friend in real life anymore?!” her words dragged you out of your frozen state. Her comment on the storyline had you nervously laughing “no one, it's all just in movies, those are who fall for their best friends”

You tried to add to her point “And books…only ever works out in books” Your eyes seem to have a mind of their own and they dart to her lips once again. She whispered something you couldn’t understand and started to slowly lean in. Your mind went blank you and you froze once again as she made contact with your lips. She pulled away quickly but your brain seemed to catch up and you slammed your lips back against hers. The taste of the alcohol on her lips added to the feeling of weightlessness. Your hand came up and cupped her face, while the other wrapped around her hip and pulled her close to you.

—

“Oh shit” you whispered out and your hands came up to your face. “I’m fucked” slipping off your boxers and slipping into the warm water you feel a sting as it runs down your back, a sharp yell leaves your throat as your body moves on autopilot to escape the water. “JeSUs FUcK!!” jumping out of the shower you stand away from the mirror, stretching yourself to get a good look at your back you see long red marks and a few open cuts along with them. Your eyes widen as you try to think back on the night. It hits you and you let your head go ‘thunk’ against the wall. Sighing deeply you enter the shower once again as the fuzzy memory comes to you.

—

You’re hoisting Wanda up onto the bed and her legs wrap around your waist as your kisses deepen into a hungry battle. The two of you attempt to bring the other closer. It slightly fades from your mind and then suddenly you are over a topless Wanda who suddenly flips you. Drunken giggles release from both of you and within seconds you are kissing with both your smiles pressed against the other. Your pyjama pants were already gone from view and so was your shirt. Or was it? Your mind starts to meld and soon you are faced with the image of Wanda against your neck and the memory of her body against yours. Breathing heavily you move in tandem with her hips.

—

Finishing up the shower you dry off and pick up your clothes, entering into the rest of the room you notice Wanda had left and you feel a twist in your stomach, like something just feel from a thousand feet in the air on your heart and it fell through every other organ. The dryness in your throat came to and your mind swirled with worry as you began to think of why she left. You know you didn’t take too long in the shower -you actually finished it faster than usual-, maybe she started to find pieces of the night just as you were. That made the knot even worse. Quickly you got dressed and rushed out of your door. Blowing past Sam in the hallway, Bruce in his lab and as you round the corner into the kitchen you collide right with who you were searching for. Wanda. “Shit” The impact had knocked one of the drinks in her hand and spilled all over the both of you. Discarding your shit that was only half wet you attempted to use it to dry her off before slight giggling from Tony could be heard behind you as he walked past.

“Nice battle scars…” fuck me. Thats all you can say to yourself as you realize what he is referring to. “Who’d yo get them from” he takes a sip of his coffee with a coy look on his face.

“No one, I uh… must have fallen or something last night” You see Pietro approach you with a spare shirt that he had run to grab as soon as you tore off your own. Unbeknownst to you Wandas eyes were locked on the marks that decorated you and she began to connect the dots. Putting up a front she looked away and headed back into the kitchen. You tried to follow her as you slipped the new shirt on, but quickly Maria pulled you aside by your ear as you almost reached Wanda. She took you down the hallway and into supply closet. “What the fuck did you do last night?” you looked at her with the widest of eyes and the dullest of brains behind them.

“Nothing…” she hit your chest with a smack “Don’t lie to me,” her finger was pointing into your chest now “I can tell something happened between you two, now spill!” you swallow what is left of your pride, and take a deep breath. “I have some faint memories of it, -like a few non PG memories…” you scratch the back of your head as you try to wrack your mind “I’m pretty sure we slept together, but I don’t know if she remembers it or not”

Maria looks at you with exasperation “okay… are you blind?? Because the way she was walking out of your room I could see what happened” you felt yourself go red with embarrassment. “Do you think she’s upset with me?” She sighed and averted your gaze. “I don’t think so…but if you ignore this for too long she might think you are”

God dammit.

Standing there after Maria left the cramped space you thought for a second. You’ve had these feelings for Wanda held up inside forever, you’ve wanted to hold her and kiss her since the first day you met her. You finally got to but you barely remember it and you don’t even know if she remembered it too. Theres a fear that lingers in your mind that she regrets it, that the friendship you two built so delicately formed and that this had ruined it. You leave the closet and walk into the kitchen. Looking for Wanda you scan the room but you’re unable to find her. Leaving with a huff you head back to your room. Your head was pounding and you had a stash of advil in your nightstand.

As you open your door you hear the water running in your bathroom. The sound of someone in the shower scared you for a moment before you knocked on the door. The sound of the water stopping and footsteps you recognized approach the door sent a chill across you. She opened the door and within second you were face to face with Wanda covered in water droplets and draped in your towel. You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked over her. Your surprise was written on your face and she panicked for a moment, apologizing for using your shower and attempting to get past you. You put a hand out and stop her. Looking down at her you ask her the question that is tugging at you “do you remember last night?” she opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off as you know that look on her face all too well “-don’t lie, please… don’t lie” the two of you were close. Close enough that you could feel her breath on your skin, you could feel the beat of her heart as she stared up at you.

She looked at you, a mix of fear and nerves decorated her face. You had matched her nerves now. Her expression shifted “Do you?” you looked at her lips and back to her eyes. The distance between you felt like there was none. Your mouth felt dry, your palms were sweaty, and your hangover was arriving with a passion. “I-um, I remember alot” you avoided her eyes as you spoke to her. “-What about you?” you’re holding your breath as you wait for her answer. It feels like it takes ages.

“Me too…” your hand that had been blocking her went to her waist.

“Do you have any regrets?” her eyes flickered down to your lips and her breath hitched. She shook her head and you leaned down. You whispered against her lips “neither do I” and this time your kiss wasn’t rushed, it was slow and full of all the emotions and love you had held for her in your heart. Her hands weaved through your hair and you felt a sense of deja vu, you held her closer than you could last night. Yours bodies disconnected but not your lips. You felt her hands leave your hair and play with the hem of your shirt. They disappear under and within seconds she’s tugging it off you and over your head. You release a giggle as her cold hands run over your skin. You guide her farther into the bathroom by her hips and close the door with your free hand.

The two of you finally got what you wanted. To be in the arms of the one you love.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 2 months ago

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Early Morning Rain | Wanda Maximoff

A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story

Summary: An early rainy morning with Wanda

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+, MINORS DNI), language

Word Count: 2.5K

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Rainy weekend mornings have always held a special place in your heart. You weren’t sure if it was the allure of spending all day snuggled under the covers or the way the world seemed to stand still under a blanket of grey, but these kinds of days were some of your favorites to wake up to. This gloomy Sunday was no different except for one minor difference: Wanda Maximoff was in bed next to you.

Wanda was still asleep, the blankest covering her rising and falling as she breathed deeply in the early morning hours. Her fiery red hair spread over the pillow and cascaded down toward you.

You leaned forward as you brushed Wanda’s hair away from your neck, softly planting a kiss on the porcelain skin that was left exposed. She remained motionless as your lips lingered above the spot you only just kissed. Smiling, you gently kissed the same spot again and again. Wanda sighed deeply as your kisses intensified. You felt her body stiffen as she stretched her limbs, ever so slowly waking from her slumber.

“Watimeizit?” Wanda mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“What was that?” you mumbled against the crook of her neck.

“What time is it?” she yawned.

“Early.”

“The boys up?”

“It’s too early for that.” You wrapped your arm around her waist, pulling yourself into her. “Far too early.”

“Is it?”

Her hand teased up your arm. Slowly. Gently. Her fingers brushed over yours, sending a shiver up your spine. A rush of heat began to wash over you. You remembered the countless other times you found yourself in this exact situation with Wanda. You remembered the way your head nestled in the crook of her neck as you relished the afterglow, the quiet gasps as the two of you struggled to stay quiet, the feeling of her hand resting against your stomach as she begged for your release.

“They won’t hear us,” you whispered. The heat flowed downward, reaching your core. Wanda’s backside grinded into your pelvis. Each breath you took felt like it could be your last with the way anticipation bubbled up inside of you. It was almost painful. Excruciating. The wait was killing you. The thought of being with Wanda nearly drove you to the point of madness no matter how many times you two were together.

As Wanda leaned back to look at you, her eyes ever so enchanting, you finally gave into temptation and kissed her. A feeling of ecstasy blossomed inside you as your lips touched. The scent of her vanilla shampoo instantly overwhelmed your senses. Wanda’s lips were soft and warm, their silky essence captured between your own. You were tentative at first. Not wanting to overwhelm yourself with all of Wanda first thing in the morning was a task in and of itself. She was intoxicating, and the slower and gentler you kissed her the more you found yourself wanting to drown in her.

Gently, you rolled yourself on top of Wanda, your hand sliding from her midsection up to lightly grasp her cheek as you locked her top lip between yours. You felt her swallow a soft moan as you bit down on her lip. Wanda’s arms wrapped around your back as you nestled your legs between hers. The distance between the two of you lessened, only made completely impossible by the tent of your pajama pants between her legs.

An involuntary gasp left your lips at the familiar feeling of Wanda’s fingertips tracing down your spine. It filled you with an excruciating desire that only she could quell.

“I like it when you’re like this,” Wanda giggled between kisses.

“Like what?” you teased. “On top of you?”

“That’s just a bonus.”

“So what do you like then?”

“When you can’t hide how badly you need me.”

Bright red heat flushed over your cheeks. Wanda embarrassed you and yet simultaneously filled you with even more desire. There was something about the way she admitted to finding your desire attractive that made her even more desirable.

“What gave it away?” An not-too-unfamiliar feeling of anxiety caught in your throat as you gazed down into her eyes. She was so beautiful, something you reminded her of every single day while she felt the years wear on her. “Is it that obvious?” you asked, rolling your hips ever so slightly into hers. Wanda groaned at the feeling of your erection grinding into her pelvis.

“I’d say so,” she whispered, kissing you softly as she brought one hand up to cup your cheek and the other down to rest on your hip as you laid atop her. You stared at one another as your breaths grew erratic, tinged with want and desire.

“I love you,” you breathed against her lips. “I love you so much.” You crashed your lips into hers. There was nothing holding you back from craving each and every inch of her.

Your kisses became frantic and hungry as your hands explored every inch of each other’s bodies. You couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as Wanda’s hands tangled in your hair, tugging your soft locks in a way that sent bursts of electricity through each and every nerve in your body. Wanda gasped at the sensation of your smile against her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, gazing at you adoringly as she toyed with your hair.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Are you asking or are you telling?”

“Take your shirt. Off.”

You sat up, reaching behind you to pull your shirt up as Wanda helped lift the hem. She rested her hands on your stomach as you threw the shirt on to the floor behind you, rubbing them ever so slightly up and down. The closer she got to the waistband of your pants, the more intensely you felt your erection throb against the confines of the fabric.

“Wanda-”

“Take my shirt off.”

“Are you asking or are you telling?”

“I want you to take my shirt off.”

“Yes ma’am,” you gulped.

Wanda sat up ever so slightly, giving you access to the bottom of her shirt as you pulled it up, exposing her toned midsection and her breasts as she raised her arms up. You threw the shirt behind you with yours. Sitting there, on top of her, you gently grabbed her waist and rested your head against hers.

“Why am I so nervous right now?” you whispered.

“I don’t know.” You felt Wanda’s laugh against your face. “First time?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Been a while?”

“Only if you count two days ago as a while.”

“You love me so much that even the thought of me still makes you nervous?”

“Most likely.”

“Don’t be nervous,” Wanda whispered. Her hands found their way to your pants, her fingers slinking inside the waistband. “This is the fun part.”

“Take them off. Please.”

“Are you asking or are you telling?” “Wanda…” She snickered as she tugged on the waistband. You sat up on your knees, allowing her tug pull them down your thighs before you awkwardly kicked them off and on to the floor. Not wanting to waste much more time, Wanda kicked off her shorts, too.

“Thought I’d save you the effort.”

“How considerate,” you joked. Wanda had already laid back down on the bed. Anticipation thrummed in your chest as you laid back down on top of her. Her hands found your hair again, one of her favorite places, as she looked back up at you adoringly.

“I only do it because I love you.”

You smiled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips as you reached for your cock. You rubbed your tip between Wanda’s lips. Her slickness coated you as you teased her most sensitive spot. Her wetness was audible. It echoed off the walls. Quiet. Loud. Too much. Not enough. God you needed her. She moaned as you grinded against her clit, stimulating the both of you. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but keep going. You wanted to watch her writhe in ecstasy as you touched her in all the right ways over and over and over. Wanda’s arousal mixed with your own as you held yourself back from making a mess of yourself too soon.

“I love how good that feels,” Wanda moaned, her words chopped as she gasped for air. “I need you inside me, baby.”

It took the slightest touch to lower yourself down from her clit into Wanda herself. You groaned loudly, the feeling of fire setting your entire body ablaze. The pounding in your chest made it hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to think straight, and your forearms burned as you feebly attempted to hold yourself up.

“Oh god,” you whispered, eyes screwed shut in sheer pleasure. Wanda tugged gently on your hair. It was her way of reminding you that she was still there. This was real, this was now, this was happening.

“You’re okay. You’re okay, sweetheart.” Her thumb found your cheek, caressing it gently. “Take your time. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

Slowly, you rolled your hips into hers, thrusting your length deeper inside her. In and out, in and out, in and out. Breaths mixed with moans and gasps, the soft slap of sweat-gleaned skin against skin, the gentle creak of the bed as your weight shifted back and forth all engulfed the two of you as the rain gently splattered against the windows.

“You don’t seem nervous anymore,” Wanda joked as you continued to fill her entirely.

“I’m not.”

“Then pick up the pace.”

“I thought you said we had all the time in the world.”

“We do,” she replied, half-gasping for breath as she brushed a damp strand of hair out of her face. “I just want you to go faster.”

“Do you now?” You questioned, rolling your hips only slightly faster.

“Mmhmm.”

“How’s that?”

“Faster.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“God yes. Please. Please. I need you so bad.” You obliged, not wanting to disappoint as you quickened your pace further. “Just like that.”

“Is that good?”

“Fuck,” Wanda moaned. She squeezed around you, her walls stimulating your entire length. The bed creaked louder, shaking as you filled Wanda again and again, pulling out halfway before slamming back into her.

The intensity of your movement exhausted you, causing your arms to absolutely give out after a few minutes. Wanda pulled you close as you collapsed on top of her. The crook of her neck became your pillow as you nestled your head there. In and out, in and out. The familiar coil of release started burning deep in your core. It was all you could do to kiss and lick and suck her neck as her whines and whimpers got progressively louder the closer she drew to her own release.

“Wanda,” you murmured against her neck.

“I need you. I need all of you right now.”

Whatever entity controlled the universe took pity on you in that moment as you found the strength to push yourself up. Your forehead met hers as every ounce of energy left in your body focused on the release that was dangerously close.

“I’m right here,” you panted.

“I need you so bad.”

“I’m close,” you groaned.

“Please,” she whined. “Please, I want you to-”

The coil inside you finally snapped. You exploded inside her, filling her with burst after burst of your cum. Waves of pleasure washed over your body. Involuntary moans erupted from your mouth as your arms gave out from a combination of pleasure and exhaustion. You crashed on top of Wanda as your hips abruptly snapped into her one, two, three more times. On your final sharp thrust, Wanda came undone.

“Oh god!” Wanda’s breathless high pitched scream brought a smile to your lips. Her walls squeezed you in a jarring rhythmic pattern milking every last drop from you. She gasped and groaned again and again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

The damp scent of sweat and sex hung in the air as you both gasped for air, sweaty limbs entwined while you remained joined as one. While you weren’t one for such mushy, romantic thoughts, the idea of being inside Wanda, of being so intimately and vulnerably connected, filled you with a surge of love for the woman who brought so much joy and meaning into your life.

“Hey,” you whispered, your nose lightly brushing hers. Wanda’s eyes were still screwed shut. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with beads of sweat, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Hi,” she whispered back as her eyes unscrewed, though they remained shut.

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Can I pull out?”

“Mm-mm. I like the way you feel.”

“Okay,” you chuckled before kissing the corner of her lip. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“You don’t hear the boys, do you? They’re still asleep?”

“It’s 7 am, Wanda. We’ve still got a few hours if you want to go for round two.”

“I don’t think I can. I’m not as young as you, remember? You forget that sometimes.”

“Doesn’t bother me,” you shrugged, trailing your fingers up and down her side as you laid on her.

“I know,” she replied in a small voice. Wanda gazed up at you with those adoring emerald eyes that made you fall more madly in love with every time you looked at them.

The two of you stayed in the silence for a while, staring into the depths of each other’s soul. There was something incredibly comforting about the familiarity of each other and the love that needed no words to fill the space.

“Do you want some coffee?” you asked after a long while. Wanda nodded sleepily. “Okay.” Groaning, you pushed yourself up off her still-flushed body and pulled your now-soft cock out from inside her. A thick strand of white gushed out of her and dribbled onto the damp sheets.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “I love feeling your cum inside me.”

“Watching it come out of you like that was pretty hot,” you sheepishly admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what I think?” “What?”

“I think.” Wanda teased, reaching toward your soft cock that was once again beginning to twitch with desire. “I think I want you to cum inside me again.”

“What happened to being too old for another go?” you joked.

“You have a bad habit of making me feel young again. Besides,” she added breathlessly, “I desperately need you to fill me up again, and I need you to tell me how good I feel as it happens.”

You groaned at the feeling of Wanda’s hand closing around your cock. It would be a long while until that coffee, and it was the most sincere hope that what you were about to do to Wanda wouldn’t wake the boys.

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amphibiahawks321 · 7 months ago

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Steve : .....

Natasha : ......

Steve : is she okay?

[Shows Wanda sitting on the couch staring dreamily at Y/N who's talking with Tony]

Natasha : She's definitely out of it, check this out

Natasha : Hey Wanda! Can I burrow your suit!

Wanda : H-Huh? Yeah Yeah sure thing Steve

Natasha : See?

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darkdemeter · 25 days ago

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☾ phases collection issue #6 THE NEIGHBOUR IS A WEREWOLF!

⚤ Wanda Maximoff x GN/Male/Female Neighbour!Werewolf!Reader mature 18+ — depictions and general fic about two pining neighbours, cute fluffy stuff, some sexual innuendos and undertones, a little bit of sexual themes towards the end — I think that's it? ✎ 2.5k She is the sweetest little thing you could have live right over the fence. Like a... well, dog, you'd been intrigued by her from day one and you've noticed... she has too. Little does she know, her "cute dog in the next yard" is quite literally that. A werewolf.

✎ ———

↳ MASTERLIST | ↳ TAGLISTS ────────────────────────

What would Wanda Maximoff do without you as her neighbour?

“Come on!” Wanda scoffs aloud, huffing with a drastic drop of her shoulders. “Not now… not now, please?”

Her hands ring and strangle tightly around the circlet of her steering wheel. Face scrunched in her annoyance and ire, aware that she’s cutting it close to being late for work.

“There a problem, Wands?” She jumps in her seat with a short gasp, blinking away the blur of mad tears. Fuck, not now. Of all people, please not you.

Your hands rest to curl over the wound-down sill of her window, body hunched down from your taller height and only making the muscles beneath your white shirt bulge. The way they cut off in the rolled coils at your elbows, the slight give of the top’s hem hanging loose at your collarbone, causing a spread of heat to mask her cheeks.

“Y-yeah, uh…” she looks away and down at the radio for a moment. Mindlessly and to distract herself, she plays with the buttons. “My car just suddenly shit itself and I’m going to be late for work.”

Tongue poked into your cheek, you give the hood a once over look with a sharpened appraisal. Fuck, how she could stare into your eyes for hours without growing tired. Their the most beautiful shade, sometimes catching in the light and she swears she catches this honey, amber shine in them for a second.

“I can take you to work if you’d like,” you offer calmly with a shrug, “can fix her up for you while you're out at work.”

“O-oh, I—” Is she burning up? Wanda clears her throat, tempted to fan her face of its flush. “I’d appreciate it, but I wouldn’t want to impose.”

You shrug again, cheeks pulling back into a toothy grin. She swears that with a small squint of her eyes she can make out the very faint way that your canines are a little sharper than anyone she’s ever met. Animalistically so.

You’ve already pulled her door open and she quickly gathers her bag and gets out. Following alongside you, you lead her into your front yard and towards the open mouth of your garage. You pop open the passenger door of your car and she gets in, easing herself against the column seat of leather and doesn’t wait long until you get into the driver’s seat. It’s a very nice car, nothing too modern. A tan, light roof 1967 Chevrolet Impala with fine workings of white strips and restored wooden interiors. She can tell just how much love went into every detail.

“Alright, ready, sweetheart?” you tease with that sly grin and she nods, unable to trust in her words.

From day one you have been a top neighbour. Welcoming and friendly, when she began to move her boxes into her new house, you were there at the truck’s side asking if she needed a helping hand. Of course, she took note of the scrap of metal sitting in your driveway that screamed for help more than her, but something about that charm you have made her accept instead.

Eager, you began to haul in several boxes at a time, saving her at least an hour’s more work.

She could never forget such kindness. It was scary to move somewhere completely new, heavy with doubt that she’d make any close friends so soon. Yet there you were, like a dog in the yard wagging your tail and hopeful, puppy eyes as you introduced yourself.

From then on, you were always around in a way. Every morning when she’d make herself a cup of coffee and some breakfast, she’d see you out in your yard going about whatever it was you were doing that day. Touching up some of the broken pitches in the fence, weeding the hedges or— how she’d go bright red in seeing you in the farther corner of the backyard chopping logs of wood.

She would quickly duck out of sight behind the floral pattern of her curtains just as you walked past, huffing, sweaty and carrying a load of wood that would take two men combined to haul.

It was always a marvel and mystery of the things you could do, the small and sort of oddities she found. But it mattered little the moment she came home from work to find you half beneath the body of a car you were working on in your driveway, stereo turned up on full blast playing older music dated to the sixties at least. The way your stained jeans hug the muscle of your legs, knees spread to reveal the sturdy space of your lap and the junction between your legs.

She had to think quickly and be smart in order to not get caught ogling at you when you spring out on the wheeled bed, tool in hand and hands covered darkly in car grime. How you always speak to her with that rumbly timbre edged into the vocal range of your voice, it sends tingles down her spine and shooting into her core, leaving her with a dampened spot in her panties that she has to now deal with after she shuts her front door at her heel.

The things she would allow you to do with her if she just had the courage to ask. The things you would gladly do to her if she just gave you a chance. But there were other things that you’re better off keeping to yourself and those chores were often curated around a time when you knew she wasn’t home or when it was late and under the cover of night.

Those same tunes play quietly on the stereo ambience in the car. “You sure like this song,” she says with a short giggle. Humming and eyes flickering to hers for a second, your mouth spreads into a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, it’s a good song. I’ve always enjoyed it.” Your days are fueled by the drone of your old music playing in the background. It keeps you calmer in the more rather… intense moments.

“I like it.” Wanda now grins, toothy and bright and you can’t explain why, but it fills you with a sense of relief – maybe even pride - that Wanda has taken a liking. Ever since she moved in, this song has become more of a nail in the coffin for you, finally able to see her as at the edge of your own reality.

‘Thank you, Elvis.’

Your arm reaches down and shifts the gears and speed off down the road.

Just as you promised, you worked on Wanda’s car throughout the day. Tinkering away with the engine, ensuring that the oil was done and changed and wiping your hands over and over messily with the stained rag tucked into your belt.

“Fucking Hell, Wanda. You live next door to that? And you haven’t pounced on them yet?” Wanda feels her face grow hot, blushing with that sore pinkish colour as she attempts to hide in the high collar of her sweater.

Her co-worker remains guilty of staring at you — or at least the lower half of you laying from underneath the car — and Wanda scolds her for drooling all over her pants.

“I’m just saying, if you need a roommate—”

“Oh no,” Wanda quickly interjects, gathering her bag, “I will not become the proxy of a creepy, perv neighbour.”

“Wanda, please, I’m begging you! Just one night to sleep over. Huh, my car has curiously stopped working, do you think that they could uhm… see what the problem is?”

Wanda rolls her eyes with a loud sigh. “You’re so bad, and I mean that in a: ‘get home and have a cold shower’ way.”

Her co-worker shakes her head, her lips sinking inward. “Uh uh. I’m using my vibrator all night long for this one.”

Wanda’s nose scrunches but she fails to conceal her laughter. “Ew!”

She gets out of the car and begins to walk up the pavement of her driveway. She watches the allure of you roll yourself out with a finalising sigh only to find her gaze and grin widely. Those sharper fangs in full view.

Those adoring, puppy-like eyes and the ever so slight tilt of your head.

“Hey, Wands.” You scurry outward that bit more and stand, your towering height shadows over her and the afternoon sun paints against your back and shoulders. Your hair is mused and slick, your clothes and smears of your skin in dire need of a wash and your hands are covered to the elbow in a gradient grime.

“Hey, Y/N. Working hard?”

You chuckle lowly and nod. You do your best to wipe yourself clear to no altering difference. But Wanda finds the charm in the way you look. It’s something she can sense about you that you enjoy a good scalp scratch. She becomes internally greedy and wishful to coddle you and perhaps have an excuse to see you wrapped in nothing but a towel around your waist and skin glowing with the shiny jewels of the dribbling shower water.

Just as you’re about to invite Wanda to finally test out her car’s health, you pick up the rapid pace of heels clapping on the driveway and see another woman who approaches fast. “Who’s this?” you ask. Wanda, stumbling over her words, introduces her co-worker to you.

With a dip of your chin and lashes framing the unsure, almost shy quarter of your gaze ducks away and only relax when able to find Wanda.

“H-hi, I’m having car issues of my own. Could I trouble you to take a quick look?”

One of your brows quirk up. You can smell some form of arousal on this woman and the way she looks up at you, blinking, you already put two and two together. You give a shrug on your shoulders anyhow. “Sure.”

You make your way over to the car that you know is in working order by the smell of the freshly changed oil and the tinge of the hot engine. You pop the hood open and quick as anything, you identify the problem.

Wanda’s entire body grows cold then hot under the stare of your eyes, a little narrowed and pupils raised up to seemingly sink out of view. She thinks she catches that strange anomaly of amber gold flash in your eyes.

“What did you do?” she whispers with a quiet hiss. Her co-worker looks sinfully sheepish and holds up a small object in her hands. She answers quickly with a huff. “I took this thing out.”

Both women go still when your fingers pluck the object out from her hand, a dark smirk crossing your lips as your glare turns to look Wanda up and down, taking her in in her entirety. How did you reach them so quickly without making a single sound?

“Found the problem.”

“O-oh!”

You adjust the stolen piece back into its proper place and push the hood down with a hard, resounding thud and slap your hand down in it, announcing your finished work.

“She’s ready to go. An easy fix.”

Wanda has to shoo and shove her dear, embarrassed co-worker back into her driver’s seat and waves her off, watching the poor girl drive home dejected. No harm, no foul to the woman but she wasn’t the one you were interested in. There was little point in indulging in lesser affairs when the one you truly wanted stood no more than a few inches from you.

“She’s a sweet girl, really. She just…” Wanda’s eyes shy away from yours the moment you snort, smirking down at her and she scratches at the shell of her ear. Was there really an excuse for that kind of behaviour? Maybe not, but Wanda has questioned herself once or twice after a semi mind-blowing orgasm session to her vibrator at the thought of you and why it was that you never appear to be seeing anyone, or bring a single person home for even a one night stand? Plenty of her other neighbours did. And her co-worker’s attempt to try and get her foot in the door couldn’t be blamed fully. You have this roguish appearance, intimidating yet somehow friendly. Wanda never once has had to worry about any sort of trouble such as robbers breaking in because she feels assured and protected that you’re right next door.

Little to her knowledge, you’ve caught the odd robber trying his luck at busting the lock of her front door in the middle of the night. And there you had been, standing with a shovel in one hand, a thick and sturdy chain in the other and hidden behind the picket fence.

All you had to do was let the wolfish glow of amber show and ask with a rumbled tone, “What’d you think you’re doing?”

And the robber high-tailed it, complexion paled in comparison to the dark attire he wore.

Your hands pat and paw at the roughened texture of your jeans. With a cock of your head, you indicate to Wanda to follow you. “Come on. Let’s see if my day’s work paid off.”

Giddy and cheeks finally cooling down, Wanda joins you and she slides in. She puts her keys into the ignition and turns it, the car’s engine purrs to life with a steady rumble and she giggles aloud, hands clapping together.

“Shit, that sounds better than before.”

You lean down until your face appears in the window. “Glad to hear it.”

“How can I repay you?” The question leaves over the plump of her lips before she could even register it.

Would it be wrong to use this as your chance? Your brows line into a considering furrow, lips twisting into a pursed form before you respond. “How about a date tomorrow night?”

You worry you’ve gone too far but when her cheeks fold back into that dimpled, toothy smile and her dark lashes flutter, abashed and her face glowing red, she nods. “Sure, I’d like that.”

The engine purrs low before the rattling kink silences it, shutting it off.

“It’s really beautiful up here,” Wanda sighs with a smile.

“Yeah. I like to come up here when I need to get away from things in the neighbourhood.”

Her eyes finally fall away from the view to find you and you turn your gaze to hers.

“Even me?” she asks smoothly.

Easily in her tone you register the sounded jest but all the same, it pulls a quiet and caught whine from your throat.

You shake your head. “No. You’re the only thing I hate leaving behind when I get away.”

You see the way her creamy green eyes move, flittering up and down from your own eyes to your lips then back up. You cannot help but copy the motion.

She moves in and something inside you, a desperate hunger, meets her halfway and begins to pull her from her passenger seat until she straddles your waist.

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gingiesworld · 2 years ago

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Maybe I could be a good kind of Destiny dear ;)

Offer

Wanda: For once, I wanna be fucked by something other than destiny

Y/N: Well, I have an offer for you!

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soldierrcore · 6 months ago

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A Night With Peter.

peter parker x female reader.

injuries, mild language.

"Hey Parker," I greeted him with a smile as I approached his locker.

"H-hey Y/N, what's, um, new?" Peter stuttered nervously, adjusting his glasses.

"Nothing much," I replied, leaning casually against the locker beside him. "Do you want to come over tonight?"

Peter's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering across his face. "Sure," he managed to say, his voice more confident now. "That sounds great. I'll see you at lunch?"

"Yeah, see you then," I said, feeling a rush of satisfaction as I headed towards my next class.

As the bell rang for lunch, I joined Ned and MJ at our usual spot in the cafeteria.

"Hey Ned, hey MJ, any new books?" I asked, sliding into my seat.

MJ glanced up from her book, her expression serious. "Yeah, it's a thriller with lots of murders. Gripping stuff."

Ned nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, MJ's been totally absorbed in it. What about you, Y/N?"

I chuckled. "Nothing as intense as murder mysteries for me. Just catching up on some sci-fi."

We continued chatting about books and classes until I realized Peter still hadn't shown up.

"Where's Peter?" I turned to Ned, furrowing my brow in concern.

Ned checked his watch, brows knitting together. "I don't know, we've been waiting here for him."

I scanned the cafeteria, but there was no sign of Peter at his usual spot with Flash or anywhere nearby.

"Oh no," I muttered, feeling a knot of worry form in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" MJ asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I just realized Peter's not here," I explained quickly. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Without waiting for their response, I hurried down the hall towards the lockers. As I turned the corner, I spotted Peter sitting alone, his head down as he stared into his open locker.

"Peter!" I called out, picking up my pace and rushing towards him.

He looked up in surprise, his eyes widening slightly. "Umm, hi Y/N," he greeted me sheepishly, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing a smear of blood on his cheek. Instinctively, I reached out and wiped it off gently.

Peter nodded, though his gaze didn't quite meet mine. "Yeah, just a little accident. It's nothing."

I frowned, concern washing over me. "Let me see," I said softly, taking his hand and inspecting the cut on his palm. "Peter, you're bleeding."

"It's really nothing," he insisted, though he didn't pull his hand away.

I sighed softly, shaking my head. "You should take care of this. Come with me," I said firmly, gently tugging him towards the restroom.

Once inside the restroom, I led Peter to the sink and grabbed some paper towels, wetting them under the faucet. Peter stood awkwardly beside me, his gaze flickering between the paper towels and my face.

"Here," I said gently, dabbing at the cut on his palm. "Hold this on there for a moment."

Peter nodded silently, obeying my instructions. I watched him carefully, noting how his shoulders seemed tense, his usual nervous energy amplified.

"Does it hurt a lot?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Peter shrugged slightly, a small grimace crossing his face. "It's okay. I've had worse," he mumbled, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

I smiled back, feeling a wave of affection towards him. "You're tough," I teased gently, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring. "Thanks, Y/N."

Once the bleeding had slowed, I carefully bandaged his palm with a strip of clean paper towel and some tape I found in my backpack.

"There," I said finally, stepping back to inspect my handiwork. "All done."

Peter flexed his fingers experimentally, testing the bandage. "Thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate it."

I smiled warmly at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. "Anytime, Peter. You know I'm always here for you."

He nodded, his gaze softening as he met my eyes. "I know," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the hum of the restroom's ventilation.

As we walked back towards the cafeteria, Peter seemed more relaxed, his usual nervousness tempered by our shared moment in the restroom.

"Hey," I said softly, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"Yeah?" Peter replied, glancing at me with a small smile.

"About tonight," I began hesitantly, feeling a rush of nervousness. "I'm really looking forward to it."

Peter's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. "Me too, Y/N. It's going to be great."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Yeah, it will be."

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of classes and shared smiles with Peter across the room. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, I gathered my books and headed towards Peter's locker.

"Ready to go?" I asked, standing beside him as he closed his locker door with a soft click.

Peter nodded eagerly, his backpack slung over one shoulder. "Definitely. Let's get out of here."

As we walked side by side towards his house, the anticipation of spending time together grew with every step. Peter talked animatedly about his latest experiments in the lab, his eyes lighting up as he described the challenges and breakthroughs he'd encountered.

I listened intently, hanging on his every word, feeling a surge of admiration for his dedication and passion.

When we arrived at Peter's house, Aunt May greeted us warmly at the door, her smile brightening as she saw me.

"Y/N, it's so nice to see you," she said warmly, stepping aside to let us in. "Peter's been looking forward to your visit all day."

Peter blushed furiously beside me, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "Aunt May," he muttered, his embarrassment evident.

I chuckled softly, feeling a rush of affection for both Peter and his aunt. "Thank you, Aunt May. It's always a pleasure to visit."

The evening passed in a blur of laughter, shared jokes, and the warmth of Aunt May's homemade lasagna filling our bellies. Peter and I retreated to his room after dinner, where we sprawled on the floor surrounded by textbooks and notes from our latest class projects.

"Hey," Peter said softly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"Yeah?" I replied, glancing up from my biology textbook to meet his eyes.

"Thanks for today," Peter murmured, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

I smiled warmly at him, feeling a rush of happiness. "Anytime, Peter. You know I'm always here for you."

He nodded, his gaze softening as he met my eyes. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hum of his desk fan.

As the night wore on, we lost track of time, engrossed in our conversation and the comfortable silence between us. Eventually, Peter yawned widely, his eyes drooping with exhaustion.

"Maybe we should call it a night," I suggested gently, feeling a pang of reluctance.

Peter nodded sleepily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah, you're probably right."

I smiled warmly at him, feeling a rush of affection. "I'll see you tomorrow, Peter."

He nodded, his smile sleepy but genuine. "Goodnight, Y/N."

I stood up slowly, stretching my arms above my head. "Goodnight, Peter."

As I walked towards the door, I glanced back at him one last time, feeling a surge of happiness. Peter met my gaze with a small smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.

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multi-fandom-enjoyer · 2 months ago

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Y/n watches, mesmerized, as Wanda approaches them in her costume. Suddenly she she starts to twirl her fingers in front of Y/n, a scarlet aura surrounding them. Once she stops, Y/n looks at her with confusion.

Y/n (laughing): What are you doing?

Wanda: I put a spell on you. And now you're mine...

Her nose scrunches as she smiles at Y/n, causing the latter to smile and let out a small laugh.

Y/n: You don't need a spell to do that, my love.

Meanwhile, Agatha watches the exchange from the couple's kitchen.

Agatha: Whipped!

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skylarinfinity · 1 year ago

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[natasha and steve walking toward living room after long day mission]

[natasha almost there but stop when she heard what m/n saying to wanda]

m/n: yeah wanda, yeah stroked it like that-

natasha: [scrunch her nose in disgust and drag steve with her] yeah we don't want to be here right now.

steve: [confused] wait why-

[wanda and m/n at living room]

wanda: [keep stroking m/n pet parrot] aww look at him!

m/n: [hum] he my precious little baby.

wanda: [playfully glare at m/n] um excuse me sir it's “our precious little baby”!

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marvels-bitch-boy · 2 years ago

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Emerald Eyes Part 3: Chapter 6

Chapter 6 (Y/N's POV)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I ended up studying abroad for another semester and had a couple of things happen while I was over there. I had a hard time writing anything. But now that I've talked to a therapist and been back home I've found myself some time to write! I hope you all enjoy!

Master List , P1 Chapter 1 , P2 Chapter 1 , P3 Chapter 4 , P3 Chapter 7

Sitting in a pub you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your hair had grown out and you let your facial hair go with it. You felt completely unrecognisable. Finishing off your pint, you stood up and made your way out into the cold night air.

You knew where the silver-haired man would be at this time, with his sister coming out of a pub just a few doors down. You noticed a man on the opposite side of the street staring at the redhead. He had his face hidden by a ballcap. He started to follow the pair in front of you slowly, you watched as he continued and seemed to take side alleys that went right on their route. What he didn’t expect was you to yank him by the collar in one of these alleys.

Slamming him against the brick wall and holding him down as you waited for the footsteps you both were trailing to fade away.

“Release me before I make you” the voice made you roll your eyes. Fucking Vision.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you look at him with annoyance and rage that seem to be mixing together the longer you look at him. “Didn’t you get the message that none of them want to see your face after the accords!?”

He gave you a smug look “Is that why you lurk in the shadows as well? -or perhaps because you’re afraid of what they’ll say when they see who you really are” His words make you want to burn the synthetic skin that covers his face. The thought flashes through your mind for only a second before you took a breath.

“I swear to god if you even talk to her-” Suddenly you are cut off by a blast of some kind as it hits you in the chest. Fuck. The floor beneath you feels cold. The stones digging into your back like you are a shipwreck hitting the rocks. Your shirt feels heavy against your skin, your chest goes along with it. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with. “Fuck” Your hand goes up to cover the wound. Within moments you see Vision chucked through the sky. Landing somewhere in the distance with a large crash of the earth.

Attempting to get up, your hand slips from the blood that's coated your palm. Still making your way up you follow the sound of battle coming from the train station.

- - -

Fuck. You keep repeating it over and over again in your head as you take each step. Finally reaching the station you see Wanda preparing to fight against the attackers but their attention is shifted to a train nearby. You see a familiar silhouette emerge from the shadows and within seconds combat resumes.

Stepping out you watch as Natasha takes on an emaciated Skeletor. His robes are discarded as he begins to fight her with swiftness. You watch as he gets closer to her and the pain from your wound only elevates the fear you have for her. Before you could properly think your fist is raised and a blast of yellow and blue flame hit him like a truck and launched him farther away from her. She turned to the direction of his attack and her face was filled with surprise that dissipated as she saw the blood that now covered you. Your arm stayed up as you aimed one more blast in the same direction. “Move!” you felt the word rip through your throat seconds before the heat left your fist. The blast of fire ripped through the night air and rammed itself into the largest blue woman you’ve ever seen. Natasha had already ducked out of the way and watched as the large woman went flying like a rag doll. She lands next to the skeletal-like man, they both lean on each other and say something you couldn’t hear.

Actually, you couldn’t hear a lot now because you felt like you were about to pass out. Your mind went slightly fuzzy and you could only muster a few words before you hit the floor and you were pretty sure one of them was once again “fuck”

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Waking up you felt almost a million eyes on you. The sensation stayed on you as you attempted to get up, your shirt was shredded around you and the sensation of dried blood was coating you like tissue paper and glue. Looking towards the eyes of everyone around you, finding that indeed every pair was locked onto you, each holding a different sense of emotion.

You thought for a moment… it felt like a pretty long moment actually. “How’s everyone been?” pursing your lips due to the silence that fell upon you all. “I’m doing great, how bout you Y/N?” you reply to your own question “Well I’ve been on vacation for a bit, sightseeing and all” You sneak a glance at Wanda who stayed near her brother. “-I’ve missed us” giving the group your best faux smile and a sigh. Standing up you wobbled for a second before catching yourself and taking in a deep breath “I need to get back to work, can I get a cab from here?” the attempts to lighten the mood didn’t seem to be working.

“Are you seriously not going to shut up?” you turned to see Sam leaning on the wall of the quinjet. “I mean, who is this? You never talked this much before”

“It’s the brain injuries, trust me they rearrange some stuff…” you try to crack your neck and loosen up “...made me fun-” you turn to Natasha “You’d know all about that, dyed your hair since then… looks good” A sly wink was given to her and you saw her flex her jaw, probably in annoyance. “I really do need to call my boss and let her know I’ve been taken” Holding a hand out you shrug.

“Can’t do that” the strong voice that rolled your eyes until they were in the back of your head reverberated through the jet.

“Why not? I’m in the private sector, I’m not on the run… it’s just so I can clock in?” you produce a face pout “I hate doing unpaid overtime”

“Just stop with the jokes, for god sake go back to being quiet!” the one voice you never expected to be yelling at you came from across the jet. Wanda. “Stop being this fake version of you!...” she had tears prickling the corners of her eyes “Just stop”.

Her words. She had no idea, none of them -except Nat. They all had no idea that this is the new real version of you. You couldn’t help it though, using the jokes to hide the awkwardness, the guilt you felt, it was all so easy to hide behind. “I can’t… I’m sorry, but this is me. Leave it or love it” You faced away from her, ducking your face from the rest of the wandering eyes.

The entire trip felt all-encompassing, you didn’t speak for the rest of it. Not even when Natasha sat down next to you. You just closed your eyes and tilted your head back. You heard Pietro whisper something about you, you didn’t care though. You couldn’t bear to hear him say anything bad about you. You had learned how to drown out certain sounds, you had to when you were stuck under rubble. It kept you mildly sane for the most part. You felt pressure on the side of your knee. Opening your right eye only a smidge, you saw the widow's knee press into yours. You felt the corner of your lips lift what felt like an atom. Sitting in silence for the rest of the flight you remained content with her choice.

- - -

After you wake up from a small nap on the jet you are helped through the compound by Natasha. It seems as though no one else would even lay a hand on you. The hallways were quiet. It reminded you of when you’d skulk around at night, walking to and from the library. You emerged from the hallway into the common room. You saw Rhodey and Bruce talking to General Ross. As soon as he saw the group heading in his direction, he and the captain began exchanging words. Ross only got a few in before Rhodey hung up on him. He had been projected like a hologram. It was so realistic to him being here, you could even see the detail in his face when he caught a glimpse of you.

Rhodey didn’t make eye contact with you but you knew he saw you. The way his body language changed as he talked to Steve and Natasha. It was obvious. She handed you off to Bruce who didn’t seem to understand why no one else even got near you. He attempted to make small talk when he brought you to the infirmary, you didn’t hate it. “So… where’d you go?” he continued as he lay you down on the gurney.

“Hell” you made sure to give him a smirk, lightening the response.

He didn’t really understand exactly what you meant by that, he didn’t pry either. “Sounds fun…” he kept his gaze down on your wound as he spoke “You seem more cheerful, you and Nat still together?” You remained silent and he just continued tending to your chest.

Thinking for a moment you decided to talk. You hadn’t had a real conversation with someone since helping Natasha almost a year ago. “No… and I don’t know if I’m more cheerful or just hiding at this point” He stopped and you worried for a second that you had said something you should have kept inside.

He sat up and put his tools to the side. “Why do you think you’d be hiding?”

You didn’t really have a full answer, just multiple short little ones. If you worked hard enough in your head maybe a sentence could form.

“There’s just been this… darkness- or maybe it’s just a hole..” you continued thinking “And I’m worried that I’ll- I’ll be stuck in it alone-” you had let out a deep breath before going on “-But I don’t want to drag anyone into it. Not her or anyone else.”

“I don’t think that’s true…” he seemed now to think of a continuation “This new you…-I just met him and I think that he’s already made his way out of the darkness enough- at least by himself…” you nodded your head in understanding as he got up “-it’s never too late to ask for help, sometimes you just need a hand” and with that, he left.

You sat up, looking out the windows of the infirmary. It was all so new and old at the same time. The life you had now was nice, but you just felt so alone, the shadows were all you seemed to have.

- - -

Finding new clothes seemed to be a bit of a difficult task, you had outgrown almost all of your old shirts that had been kept, and the pants too. You had to ask Steve if you could borrow something. Surprisingly you almost filled his clothes. You had overheard everyone discussing what the next steps should be. You felt like you needed some sense of fresh air. Slowly you inched your way out of the compound. You didn’t think anyone would notice you gone for a minute or two. You had swiped a phone too on the way out, as soon as you got far enough away you dialled her.

It took three full rings before she picked up, this had you puzzled and slightly concerned. Her voice was producing a fake confidence, that had you more concerned. “Hey there hot stuff”

“Valentina… how’d you know it’s me? -actually, never mind.” you looked around to make sure you were still alone “I had a bit of a run-in with some old friends -suffered a hit to the chest from unknown assailants… I’d love to get some intel”

She scoffed at your words “You think I know something about that? -well I do but still it's the principle” You heard her take a sip of something and clear her throat “There seems to be a bit of a pest problem coming from outta town… you might have to help them squash it”

“Yes ma’am- I’ll call you with any new details” You heard the sound of footsteps approaching you and hung up the phone before she could even make a snarky remark. You knew you’d get shit for it. You didn’t move, you stayed still and simply stared up at the sky. The sunset was beginning to fade and the night would soon replace it. “I never noticed before… the sun kinda makes the clouds look like cotton candy from here.” You tried to keep your tone as innocent as possible. The ground beneath your feet move and sink as the body that had found you joined your side. You turned to face her. “Can’t remember if you like cotton candy or not…” your hand gestures to your head as you talked “Whole brain injury and just all-around personality change” She didn’t seem amused.

“It’s kind of growing on me… -I mean except when you’re an asshole” You could sense the playfulness in her tone.

“Nat, I don’t want this- this new me to grow on you” You made sure to look as deep into her eyes as you could. You wanted her to know this was the truth. You needed her to know that you meant this. She looked at you with slight surprise. “Whatever you think is here right now-” you gestured between your bodies “-it shouldn’t be here. I need you to take back what you said in St. Petersburg…” you trailed off as you felt your voice catch slightly.

“No, I’m not going to take it back.” her brows stitched together as she looked at you “I’ll change it but I’m not going to take it back-” she took one of your hands into hers. The warmth of it almost sent bumps along your arm. “I’d stay by your side. Leave it or love it?” she took her free hand and set it up over your chest. Just past the bandages that covered you. You both stood so close to the other. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of her and you knew she could too “Well I don’t want to leave it”

Your mind was still. You had no thoughts for once, no joke to deflect how you felt. The thing was you knew this wouldn’t end well. You couldn’t go back to the team, and you knew sure as hell she would never join Leviathan. “I can’t come back here, you know that…” You took her hand away from your chest “If you won’t leave this…” and you took a step back from her “I’m doing it for you” Turning away from her you began to walk back to the compound. You couldn’t look back at her or risk changing your mind. You didn’t want to pull her into the hole that you’ve begun to fall into.

- - -

Stepping into the compound you went directly to your old room. You didn’t spare a glance at anyone else. Closing the door felt like a million pounds. The sound of it echoed for what felt like ages. Everything in your room that had once occupied it was gone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like you had many nights before; you felt like a ghost. The sensation that you were in the wrong place didn’t leave. You sat in silence until it became unbearable. The room was pitch black but you had the way to the door memorized. Standing at the edge of the doorway you had a sense of deja vu. Imagining the different nights this had happened. The nights when you had simply gotten up to just knock on Natasha's door and lay with her. Tonight though you couldn’t do that. If you had even tried you knew you would never leave her side. You decided to go to the kitchen, if you found anyone in there you would simply go for a walk outside. Perhaps you’d see if you could snoop on the computers for a while. Your feet had dragged you to the kitchen and there wasn’t a single light on.

Turning on the light above the stove to illuminate the countertops you began making some tea. Waiting on the water to come to a boil you stood near the window, looking out at the night sky. The moon illuminated the water of the lake and the tops of the trees. You hear scraping footsteps approach from the hallway and you slowly turned to see who they belonged to. The silver hair was almost an echo of the moon. You felt your body tense up as he saw you. The two of you hadn’t talked at all. Well to his knowledge you hadn’t spoken since Berlin, you remember seeing him in a bar in Scotland. He was on the other side of the room downing pints while his sister went to the bathroom. You were going to head home for the night when he bumped into you spilling his glass on you, he began apologizing profusely but you stopped him. “Completely my fault-” You reached into your pocket and handed him a couple of pounds. You left before he could say another word. You considered doing the same thing now and just booking yourself out of the room but the reminder of the water coming towards a boil took the idea out of your head.

His accent was much thicker than Wanda’s “How long?” you looked at him puzzled. Maybe it was the look of sleep that covered his face or the lighting. He caught your look and continued “How long were you in Scotland?”

You looked almost taken aback by his question but you gave him an answer “Roughly eleven months…” The kettle whistled and you moved to pick a tea, you knew his favourite flavour and grabbed an extra mug on the way back to the kettle.

“I never saw you once…” he thought for a second “I probably did, didn’t I?” you nodded your head “How many times?”

Pursing your lips and handing him the steaming mug “I think it was about five times… spoke only once though”

He took the mug and stood still for a moment. He looked like he was finally realizing the moment he was in “Why didn’t you reach out to me after the mission?” this question made you freeze. He didn’t really know everything… none of them did.

“I was in the care of my employer, and I wasn’t allowed to contact anyone while I recovered” You took a sip of your tea and felt the warmth spread. “-I also didn’t know how you’d react to me… especially with how I was back then -I was so angry, I just wanted to burn the whole world…” you stayed quiet after that. Your words trailed over to him and you saw the next question bubbling to the surface.

“How long did you stay in the rubble?...-I’m sorry for asking, I just- we looked through it for weeks…” you knew he felt bad about it. You knew if you told him the exact length of time and what you went through, he would feel even worse. The thing was you didn’t want to lie to him. You couldn’t after all this time you wanted to be as honest as possible.

You moved to the nearest chair and took a seat. Staring at your cup as he slowly joined you. Looking at the steam that continued to flow out you took a shallow breath “I was there for almost a month, I passed out after a few minutes and kept going in and out of consciousness… my throat was so torn and shredded from screaming, I lost a lot of blood -a good amount- after I was found they put me in a coma to monitor me. When I woke up I was filled in on everything. Couldn’t walk for a couple of weeks, talking was easier though…” you took a sip and thought again “I had some pretty bad head trauma… the memories of being trapped kinda just come back every now and then, can’t stay alone for too long either”

He didn’t ask another question. He put a hand on your back, it didn’t move. “You know…” he looked like a toddler attempting to put pieces together in his head “I can stick with you tomorrow…if you’d like” he gave a small shrug and the light showed you the small bashful smile he was holding back.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” holding the mug to your lips you listened as he filled you in on the details. And jesus christ there was a lot that you had missed.

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Punk Nun

Power bottom nun!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The pretty nun named Wanda ended up with you…

Warnings: no specified gender but reader is AMAB, VERY little plot, mostly smut MINORS DNI, strong language, some angst Ig but hopeful ending.

A/N: I’m back and posting this to proof that visiting Santa Monica Pier at night changes a person lol anyways sorry if it isn’t the best but hope you enjoy it. Also, art not mine so credit to the original artist.

Who would have thought?

"I'm eager to see what's under that habit." You eyed up the horny nun as your wish to see her nude body grew more and more with each second, along with the need to touch her.

That pretty innocent-looking nun with short strawberry blonde hair that had crossed a few glances with you on the few times you did attend church would end up in your room—sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.

It happened too fast. You heard a knock on your door, and Wanda stood there, perplexing you. When you thought she would read the Bible to you, she pushed past you with the excuse of wanting to talk to you like you had offered last time. Things went up from there, so you just chalked it up to 'fate.'

A low moan left the nun's mouth, seeing as you removed your black shirt, exposing your bare torso to her. She looked attentively at your body. Looks like your build was eye candy for her.

"I promise to let you touch." You said as Wanda shifted her attention to you. "But for now, you're in my house, so we'll do a ritual." With that, you walked out of the room. The words that had come out of your mouth had only elevated her sensation of need between her legs.

A sin? Yes. An unforgivable one for sure. She had made her vows to the church. But it wasn't her fault. Wanda never wanted to be part of that. Before, she was a typical teen with dreams and aspirations like many others. But one day, her parents told her they had chosen her life path. Why? Because they had some dream that Wanda would become a nexus being that would destroy everything. Pure nonsense, she always thought. Her biggest regret is that she never fought against her parents' decision.

It didn't matter anymore because she was with you now, and no one could stop her.

Wanda removed her loafers before you came back into the room. Carrying a bottle of red wine, you walked towards her and gently laid the bottle on the bed. She couldn't resist having you so close and lifted her hand and ran it over your abdomen. A low gasp left your mouth at her gentle touch.

"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" You grabbed a part of the fabric of her habit. "Help me a bit." Wanda raised her arms, letting you gently pull it off her, exposing her beautiful body that was only covered by her black panties. Only Wanda's perky tits were exposed but adorned with a silver cross pendant that hung from a matching necklace. From her face down, she was worthy of being described as a goddess.

"The real sin is having you wear this, which doesn't allow me to see such beauty." You lusted, tossing the habit away, and instead reached for her soft breast, caressing them to feel their softness, making her breathing hitched when you rubbed your thumb on her perky tit. "I will have to include this in my thesis now." You teased, squeezing her breast.

"Oh, you're a priest now?" Wanda asked in a challenging tone, pushing your hands off her bust.

Cheeky. Despite not speaking much, Wanda announced she was not as innocent as she looked.

"I ain't no Martin Luther." You grinned, lightly pushing her against the bed and crawling on top of her. "But I'll gladly be your punk monk, my dear punk nun."

You planted your lips on hers as Wanda gave you access to her mouth. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was swirling with yours. It was noticeable how it wasn't her first "steamy" makeout. How her hands ran from your hair to your back demonstrated how much she wanted this as much as you did. Her soft hands made her touch unique.

You parted your lips from hers and rested them on the tip of her ear.

"I'm going to begin my ritual." A low moan escaped Wanda's mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm breath next to her ear.

You got off Wanda and kneeled beside her on the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it quickly. You offered her the bottle first, which she grabbed without hesitation. It was her favorite, after all. The nun took a deep sip of it and handed it back.

She laid back down at your instruction, letting you do as you pleased with her now. You ran your hand through her soft abdomen, preparing to give her the unexpected.

You lifted the wine bottle and tilted it towards her, pouring some of the wine on her belly button. Wanda jolted and let out a high-pitched hiss at the feeling of the cool liquid making contact with her skin.

"It's okay, beauty. You're okay." You comforted the nun. Her glare softened once she heard your words.

When the naughty nun was relaxed again, you lowered your head into her abdomen and sucked the wine that had stained her skin. Some breathy moans left her mouth as you sucked the red wine on her skin, especially at the sensitivity of her stomach. Groans left your mouth at the feeling of her warm skin. You sucked and even licked her skin until there was no trace of any liquid ever being there.

Your hand made contact with her black panties, making your cock twitch when you felt how drenched in her arousal fluids they were. The touch of your fingers on the cotton fabric that separates you from her entrance was enough to make her moan.

"Hurry the fuck up." Wanda cried when you teased her by rubbing your fingers on the fabric.

"What would your fellow sisters say with that vocabulary of yours?" You grabbed her panties from the waist and gently pulled them off her.

"I don't know. You're the one who is said not to worry about what other people say." Wanda raised her legs to assist you in removing her panties.

You passed your fingers on the top of her exposed entrance that was glistening with her wetness. Wanda mouthed a moan. "Nice to know that you do listen to me." You remarked.

Wanda moaned as you rubbed her entrance. "Fuck." She Let out when you started rubbing her clit followed by other curse words. Shaking her legs at the sensation. Her losing control gave you ideas. Without warning, you inserted two fingers into her entrance. Her sudden gasp turned into repeated moans when you started pumping your fingers into her fast. "Just like that." She begged, feeling you increase your pace. "Cum for me, nun." You groaned, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers, followed by a loud moan of hers and then the feeling of her warm fluids coming out of her pussy, getting all over your hand and staining the bed.

You brought your hand up to you and licked off her cum, savoring the taste.

You unbuckle your belt and slide off your jeans, accompanied by your boxers. Finally, let out your hardened cock, twitching at the thought of being inside Wanda.

"Show me how much you wanted this." You lay in the bed, inviting the sex-starved nun to get on top of you. She crawled on top of you, her legs on each side of your thighs. "I'll make you lose control." She smirked, looking down at you. Her confidence in her voice piqued your curiosity and even increased your need for her. "Show, not tell." You countered, also smirking and running your hand through her legs.

Letting out a low moan when you felt her soft hand grabbed your hardened cock and gave it a few slow strokes before aligning it with her entrance. She kept looking down, breathing out moans when she rubbed your tip with her slit and slowly took your whole length. "Ahh." Similar moans and some groans came out of your and Wanda's mouths as she felt your length go deeper while you felt her wet walls around your cock. You melted at the unknown energy she had. Almost as if it was another person.

You were left in a trance as you felt her soft, warm walls surrounding your cock that you overlooked when she bent down to whisper in your ear. "Let me know if you can't handle it." You weren't able to process her words once she started rocking back and forth on your cock at a slow pace to accustom to your size.

"You're a demon in disguise, huh?" You groaned at her sensual actions. Wanda placed her hands on your chest. "Let's find out." She started moving at a faster pace, waves of pleasure going through both your bodies. Wanda whimpered as she repeatedly sank into your cock. The view it gave you was mesmerizing as the way her breasts bounced, which impulsed you into grabbing them again. Kneading and teasing her perked nipples. "Keep going." She encouraged you in a breathy voice, inviting you to do more with her.

Wanting more of her body, your hands left her breast and, out of instinct, reached for her ass and held her with a tight grip stopping her movements.

"You might hurt me," Wanda teased in a raspy voice between breaths, coming to a stop and having an idea of what you were about to do. "Too late to back out now." You stretched her bum a bit before and, with no warning, pumped your cock as deeply as possible into her needy pussy. The noises of your hips hitting hers just right were barely audible as the repeated moans were louder. You continued until another sexy idea popped into your mind.

Out of nowhere, you turned her over and pinned her down on the bed without pulling out of the pretty nun. She yelped at the sudden action and breathed a bit to regain herself. Your eyes locked with hers; she was panting, sweat rolling down her face. Despite your initial thought, she wasn't amused. "You love being deep inside me." She muttered, making you lose any sense of control you had left in you.

You began moving your hips, pushing your cock deep in Wanda as much as you could at a pace that even made the bed creak. Wanda's hands gripped your biceps tightly as you started hitting the right spot. The sound of her moans and skin-to-skin contact pushed you to increase your pace; at the same time, her nails started digging into your skin; you were too lost in the pleasure even to notice it.

The good sensation of her walls clenching on you announced what was coming, so you didn't stop. You wanted to feel every last bit of her like she did of you. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan as you felt her warm juices fall on your cock, announcing her release of pleasure that you had helped build up. You stayed there on top of her, still hard, waiting for her to regain her breath. Needless to say that you were euphoric to release as well, which led you to pull out of her gently, and after giving yourself a few strokes, you reached your high as thick ropes of your cum landed just outside Wanda's entrance and her inner thighs. You Guessed this was the closest to getting to heaven as you can get.

"Fuck.. that was.. was great." Wanda panted, looking up to see you trying to smile while you regained your breath, then gently moved off her to lay beside her. You would follow up on what she said, but she stood up and went to the bathroom. "You alright?" You asked, concerned that you might have hurt her with your roughness. But again, no response from her.

You got up and followed her into the bathroom after sliding on your boxers, where Wanda had gotten one of your towels to clean herself up. You stood there waiting for her to acknowledge you, but she did not react as if you weren't there. You sighed before taking the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence. "Hey." You spoke almost like a middle schooler talking with their crush for the first time.

The nun stopped her actions, looking down after finally acknowledging you. Wanda sighed and looked back up at the mirror in front. "It's just," She gritted her teeth. "Fuck," She muttered, letting the towel hit the floor. "I have to return to my boring life as a nun." Her words expressed impotence and frustration.

You stayed quiet, imagining Wanda's daily torment of being somewhere she didn't want. A literal place that can be a dream killer. Well, you didn't have to. Living in the same old boring town took away your will to live mentally. But it was nothing compared to what Wanda has been through.

"Maybe you don't have to, Wanda," You picked up the towel and put it around Wanda's shoulder to cover her. Your words made her look at you with curiosity and perhaps a bit of hope, which she needed at this time. "Why don't we leave this shitty place together?" You offered, as shock and confusion plastered on her face.

"What do you mean?" She asked, still trying to understand what you had said.

"Fuck whatever we have here. Let's leave somewhere else where we can be ourselves and leave all this behind." You said as you realized what some of her concerns could be. Also, the fact that you barely knew each other. "There is no easy way to explain, but just think about it."

Wanda said nothing but was attentive to your words. She said nothing at first, but the smile that started to creep on her face was enough to confirm that she had already made her decision, and it would be one that would change something for both.

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