#wanda.....just trust the process

[inkblot-inc]

Thinking about [this HC here], The ironic part about Sketch's poor diet before meeting Wanda is that Skitch knows how to cook.

They aren't top-shelf, but Skitch definitely knows more than the basics and fundamentals of cooking.

Like, yes, you shouldn't over-beat the eggs, and yes, the cream goes last in the sauce so it doesn't curdle, yes, you want *this* specific cut of meat because it's less tough when making blah blah blah..... But can't we just order in though?-

You kinda pick up things when your childhood friend is a chef...

Ordering takeout is just a hell of a lot easier than constantly buying food to prepare and cook later. Being with Wanda, someone who enjoys cooking more than buying ready-made food, definitely makes that feel less tedious when they're, say, making dinner together.

[scarlethexelove]

Shapeshifting

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1844

Warnings: Reader is overstimulated, Reader can shapeshift into animals, Comfort, Small talk of Hydra and experiments, Fluff, Comfort, Mutual pining, Making out, Naked Reader, Just all around cute

A/n: I had seen a photo yesterday that inspired me to write this and I just had it. On days that Reader feels overwhelmed they shift into a cat as a form of coping. Reader looks for comfort from Wanda, turns into confessing feelings.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Today is just one of those days. You wake up already feeling overwhelmed, the world is too loud, your clothes feel itchy. It’s all too much for you to handle today. So you do what you always do on these days. You strip down before you transform, your clothes not exactly being able to shrink down with you. Though Tony has made you a suit that forms to whatever form you take it isn’t ideal for you to wear at home and if you're already feeling overstimulated it won’t make it any better. But your body slowly morphed into one of your favorite forms, the one that gives you the most comfort, a small black cat. 

You wouldn’t normally thank Hydra for all that they put you through but on days like today it’s nice to have a form of escape. Being a cat is both a comfort to you and the rest of the team. The team quickly learned that this was your escape, you can still mildly communicate with them but you don’t have to actually fully communicate if you don’t want to. Tony has made it to where even FRIDAY knows certain cues from you that will automatically open and close doors for you. You’re always thankful for the understanding and support you get from the team. 

 You scratch lightly at your door signaling for FRIDAY to open it for you. As the door swings open you scurry out your tail lightly flicking back and forth. You make your way down the hall searching for the one person who gives you the most comfort. Searching all over the compound for Wanda but you can’t find her anywhere. You even went as far as looking in the meeting room. With your head slightly lowered in defeat you head back towards the common area hoping that maybe she just went to the store or something and will be right back. 

Clicking on a keyboard alerts you to the fact that someone is already in the common area. Sitting on the couch you can make out the form of your best friend. Natasha sits there slightly hunched as she types fiercely on her keyboard, more than likely working on reports. She’s another person that you feel comfortable with. Having been the one to save you from Hydra’s clutches years before. Finding something that once was broken and helped put you back together. In the process becoming a trusted friend and sister. 

“Hey Y/n/n.” Nat chuckles as you headbut her leg. “Feeling out of it today?” She questions you. You meow at her as you jump up on the couch next to her, nudging and rubbing your head against her hand. She opens her hand and you nudge the top of your head against her palm. She smiles as she begins to lightly scratch your head with her nails. It brings you comfort and a sort of peace at the form of affection. You curl up next to Nat in a little ball as she continues to scratch your head and pet you, content on working with her other hand. 

Time passes as you drift in and out of sleep. You stretch your legs out as you wake from your little nap, before moving your head and placing it on Nat’s leg looking up at her computer. On the screen you spot Wanda’s name. Maybe Nat knows where she is and why you couldn’t find her. You would have expected to wake up if she had come home. You quickly spring up to Nat’s surprise and swat at her hand to keep her from clicking off the screen. “Hey!” You ignore her as you climb on her lap and get closer to the screen, making sure that you don’t make contact with any of the keys. “Y/n/n what are you doing?” She questions you curiously. You get close enough to where your nose almost touches the screen. You use your nose as a way to point out Wanda’s name on the page. She tries to push you away but you just swat at her again. 

Nat doesn’t get what you are doing at first as you continue to nudge lightly at Wanda’s name. But as she realizes that you are trying to point something out to her she peers around your body and reads the spot on the screen. “Wanda?” She questions to make sure she knows what you want. You do a chirp as a confirmation, turning around and sitting staring at her. “Wanda got a last minute mission this morning.” Nat tells you. Disappointment fills you as your ears and tail fall. 

It hurts Nat to see how disappointed you are with the fact that Wanda wasn’t around. Everyone knew that you two liked each other, well other you two. Both of you blind to the others' stolen looks and longing expressions. So to see you craving Wanda’s affection on a hard day and her not being there breaks her heart. You so quickly deflate at the realization. 

You jump off Nat’s lap and slowly make your way back towards your room. Nat doesn’t call after you, she doesn’t quite know what to tell you. She just hopes that Wanda returns soon. The disappointment weighs you down as you reach your door, scratching at it lightly. FRIDAY opens the door, once inside closing the door behind you. Jumping up on the bed settling in on the decision to take a nap. Curling into a ball on the end of the bed settling in before drifting off to sleep. 

A light knock on the door pulls you from your sleep. Your head raises as you listen patiently for who might be at the door. You hear a click as the door creaks open. Wanda’s head pops through her eyes searching for you before spotting you on the bed. She fully opens the door and makes her way in. You jump off the bed letting out an excited chirp. You stretch out before getting to Wanda rubbing up against her legs back and forth. “Hi sweetheart.” She bends down scratching at your head causing you to nuzzle into her hand. She smiles at the gesture. “I heard you were having a rough day and wanted to check on you.” Wanda gives you a soft smile. You meow as you bump your head against her hand. 

You stand on your hind legs stretching out and lightly pawing at Wanda’s knees, requesting for her to pick you up. She smiles at you reaching out and lifting you into her arms. She makes her way over to the bed with you as you nuzzle more into her hold. She knows exactly what you need as she lays down on your bed having you beside her. You stretch out next to her as she scratches your head keeping you close to her chest. 

Everything starts to melt away. You finally have what you have been searching for today. Wanda can feel as you relax more, the tension melting away. You begin to purr, a soft sound that few get to hear. Wanda is your comfort. The two of you have grown close after she joined the Avengers, bonding over the fact that both of you were experiments for Hydra. She knows your torcher and your terrible past and you know hers. Helping her as she joined the team after the loss of her home and brother. You became the person she seeks out in a time of need and comfort. Neither of you realize that you both want more, but too scared to ruin what you already have. Love and understanding of the other. 

As you relax you don’t notice how your body shifts back. Now eye to eye with Wanda. The soft and gentle moment leading you to do something you never expected. Leaning in and joining your lips with hers. Wanda wastes no time returning the action, turning the kiss slow and sentinel. Basking in the feeling of now. Wanda’s hand on your hip as you snake yours up and cup her cheek. It’s all you could have ever hoped for and more. 

The need for air becomes apparent as your lungs begin to burn. You pull back just enough, leaning your forehead against Wanda’s. Both of you lightly panting as your breaths mingle in the air between you. “That was…” Wanda pauses. “Wow.” You finish. Neither of you have ever felt a connection like this with another person. “I love you Wanda and not just as a friend, something more.” You mumble terrified of your own feelings but feeling like there is no other time than now to confess. Wanda blushes at your words. “I love you too Y/n/n. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.” The surreal feeling of mutual love makes your heart swell. 

Wanda’s thumb gently rubs against your waist as you calm down a bit. But slowly the realization washes over you. Something neither of you had focused on until now. “Oh fuck! I’m sorry.” Your naked body pressed against her clothed one. You quickly jump out of bed trying your best to cover yourself. Wanda stifles a laugh as you run into your closet. You're exiting the closet in no time now with clothes on. Wanda speaks up when she sees you exiting. “You know you have a really cute butt detka.” Wanda smirks, heat rising to your face and you look down in embarrassment. 

“Come here detka.” You look back up and see Wanda reaching out for you. You make your way back over to the bed and before you know it Wanda is pulling you into her body. She wraps her arms tightly around you. You nuzzle your face in her chest, her hands gently scratching up and down your back. The calmness returns to the room as your embarrassment washes away. The room is filled with silence as you listen to Wanda’s heart beating. 

“Feeling better?” Wanda asks, breaking the silence in the room. “Mhmm.” You hum. After a beat of silence you pull back a little looking up at Wanda. “What does this mean now?” Your voice is small. Though you both confessed you don’t know where it goes from here. Wanda gives you a reassuring smile. “We can take this however slow you want to. I love you and just want you to be happy.” A blush dusts your cheeks. “I-I want you to be my girlfriend.” You lightly stutter. Wanda smiles and kisses all over your face causing you to giggle. “I would love nothing more.” 

You settle back in and nuzzle back into Wanda’s chest. Her nails are still gently scratching at your back. Who would have thought that a day that starts off so overwhelming would finally lead you to confessing your love for Wanda. Becoming one of the happiest days of your life. You’re now with the love of your life and will forever be able to find comfort and support in her arms. 

[dontsh0vethesun]

dr. maximoff

kinktober 2023 masterlist

pervy!gynaecologist!wanda maximoff x reader

18+: wanda is a perv, heavy crossing of professional boundaries, smut; fingering, medical kink, glove kink, praise, mommy kink

wc: 1.5k

Wanda awaited your visits eagerly; though she knows it to be nothing short of immoral she can't help the heat she feels as she examines you. The way you trust her wholeheartedly, lying on the table with your legs wide open. She's noticed the way your breathing picks up at her closeness.

You watched her approach from where you lay, unable to keep your gaze away from the suave fingers that prised open latex gloves, pulling them onto her hands with the snap of the elasticated material against her wrists.

You didn't see her catch your stare, missing the cocky smirk she sported on her knowledge of the way she makes your eyes wander. And you looked away from her approaching body as she stepped towards you, hoping she couldn’t decipher the effect she has on you - you wouldn’t find yourself enjoying the potential awkward repercussions of having a crush on your gynaecologist.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” she uttered, spilling the honey-like words before she had time to process them. You shied away even more, keeping your eyes as far away from hers as you could until she took your chin between her finger and thumb. “I mean it, sweet girl.”

The way your neck visibly twitched with the thick swallow you took amused her; she could easily see how worked up she made you with little effort. Her eyes searched your nervous ones, moving only to watch the way your tongue swiped over your bottom lip.

Wanda wasn't planning on being quite so venturesome today. She’d expected herself to treat it just as any other appointment you’d had together: quick and professional, only letting herself reminisce on the sight of you in the immorality of her late night thoughts. She’d wait until she was in bed to think about the sight of you splayed out beneath her, the memory of the warmth of your cunt around her fingers.

But with the way you looked today, her actions were practically beyond her control at this point. There was only so much she could take - with each time she saw you growing her attraction towards you, there was only a limited amount of build up before she simply had to satisfy herself.

She could feel the heat of your skin through her gloves, cupping your cheek with a musing thumb brushing across your lips. You looked at her as though you wanted nothing more than her body on yours, her tongue battling your own while her hands did as they pleased. She knew her darkening eyes would tell you the same thing. But, to both of your aching bodie’s displeasure, she stepped away with a clearing of her throat.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?” She spoke with her voice audibly rasped and deepened. “Get yourself comfortable, sweetheart.”

If she wasnt so attuned to your each and every sound she would've missed the hitch in your breathing at her words, though you got yourself into a congenial position as she’d instructed, feeling your heartbeat quicken with the hand she pressed onto your abdomen.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Doctor,” you returned, hoping she’d respond in the manner she did. A subtle groan sounded from the woman between your legs but the words whispered beneath her breath didn’t reach you.

Her examination was routine with latex donned fingers inside of you. Though the way she instinctively bit into her lip at the sight of your pussy wasn’t exactly professional; god, the way she’s longed to fuck you, to make you take her fingers in a way less work-focussed until you whined out her name into the medical room.

Every time she’s inspected your pussy she’s fantasised about the taste, the sounds you would make for her, and - oftentimes - a sting of bitter envy directed towards anyone who’d had the privilege of experiencing your body in the way she wanted. It was indecent and perverted; an iniquitous usage of her profession for her own lusting fantasies. But the forbiddenness of it all only made her want it more, tempted by the verboten fruit she wanted to sink her teeth into.

When she was permitted to pull away, though, she didn’t. She dared a stroke of her thumb over your clit that was just so close and tempting that she couldn’t restrain herself; she heard the sharp intake of breath above her and the slightest moan you tried to quell when she applied pressure to your bud.

You didnt want her to stop. She didnt truly want to ask you for fear of the answer, but the unproposed sentence was replied to with the tenuous jerk of your hips. You were enjoying her attention to your sex, growing wetter by the second from the sporadic and teasing flicks of her thumb across your aching clit. She could see it all perfectly.

She didnt move her hand when she rose from her seat, only shifting it to cup your cunt with her gloved palm. And she savoured the way your eyes kept fixed on hers so intently whilst she approached you, wasting not a second before her lips took yours as her own. Your hand got lost in her hair as you reciprocated the fiery kiss, finally getting a taste of the coconut balm that coated her lips.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of taking you,” she murmured while her lips trailed along your jaw. “Just, having you under me and claiming you as my own - I think about it all the time.”

Her fingers ventured inside you once again, curling within you in a way that let her feel the way you clenched around her.

“I know you think about me too, baby.”

She spoke with complete and utter confidence, knowing she was right without you having to confirm it. You’re sure the flutter of your walls around her digits was enough to assuage her.

“Tell me,” she added. Her voice was akin to a growl. “Tell me how much you ache for your mommy. That you dream of me too - that you fuck yourself to the thought of me.”

“I do, mommy,” you nodded, feeling her smile grow against the receptive skin of your neck. “I think about you all the time.”

Knowing that she’s touched herself with you on her mind, burying her fingers into her own pussy the same way she’s doing to yours now, only made the aroused coil in your belly tighten that much more. And Wanda longed for those words to pass your lips - her title, the assurance that you were hers in the manner she wanted to be.

“This perfect cunt is mine,” the woman groaned, spurred on by the moan you let out at the burying of her digits deep inside your cunt, bringing you to the precipice of your release. “Quiet,” she uttered though gritted teeth, showing a beautifully assertive side to her that you thoroughly enjoyed.

Her actions never faltered as she forced her fingers past your lips to keep you pliably silent. The sensation of smooth material against your tongue sent a shiver through you; your teeth grazed the rubber where your mouth latched around the intrusive digits and they muffled the groan of pleasure at the back of your throat.

“That’s it, honey,” she cooed, eyeing each reaction you gave her as your thighs began their attempts at clamping around her wrist. “Such a good girl for your mommy.”

Her fingers were coated in the slick of arousal she coaxed out of you, each thrust within you was paired with thorough attention to your swollen clit. Wanda adored the way your eyes began to gloss over with your nearing climax.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll never want anyone else,” she breathed. “Nobody knows your pussy like I do.”

The words that fell from her felt nothing short of divine. She plagued your mind so heavily that nobody else could even come close in comparison. Not now. Not whilst your doctor knew your each and every need and whim better than yourself; bringing you to an orgasm that wracked your muscles with shaking tension.

She felt the heat of your cum on her fingers whilst she rode you through your high, pulling small sounds from you as she did so, pumping her digits into you as your hips moved in sync to chase each semblance of pleasure you could from her hand.

Once she was satisfied that she had given you enough - for now - she left your sopping cunt empty and exposed, legs still in the metal stirrups in the vulnerable form that made you flush with wanton heat.

The thumping of your aroused heart only stayed steadily speedy when she sucked her fingers past her lips, humming at the taste of you on her tongue as she licked them clean. Her eyes closed at the taste, hardly believing she’d finally been able to feast upon it.

She pressed her lips to yours again with each word she spoke punctuating each peck.

“I own this pussy,” she whispered. “Meet me after my shift. This is only the beginning.”

[rebeliz7]

Dangerous

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Request: 32 & 64 prompts for Wanda or Natasha or maybe both😏

32. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.”

64. “You’re not taking me to bed. ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?”

…

“If you interrupt me one more time, so help me God.” Natasha threatens you, annoyed and left eye twitching. 

She’s not being serious, at least not entirely, but you still raise your hands in surrender and lean back in your seat. 

However, her eyes stay firmly locked with yours, and you have to smile at how worked up she seems. She rolls her eyes when you smile, just like you were expecting her to, and the meeting moves along. 

You weren’t interrupting her exactly, but it’s become intensely apparent that your presence annoys the hell out of Natasha. Whatever the reason.  

Not that you go out of your way to annoy her, that’s not the case at all. The thing is, and you’ve been aware of this for a while now, you make her nervous. So nervous that she doesn’t know how to deal with you. 

No one else seems to be aware of that little fact, although the entire Avengers Team lives together for the time being. But Natasha knows that you know, which makes her angry. 

Irrationally so, you must say. 

“She’s gonna get you one of these days.” Clint warns you in a low voice. 

“Yeah, but not today.” You joke, and Clint laughs softly to himself. 

“You don’t wanna push Nat. Trust me.” 

“Oh I'm not worried, trust me.”

…

The meeting ends on a neutral note, since Sam and Bucky lost track of their target on their latest mission. A team needs to fly out to Mexico to lend a hand and things will get a move on again. 

Steve and Clint are going, and so is Shuri. This is not Shuri’s first mission, but you take it upon yourself to get her as ready as she can be before they fly out. 

She’s grown on you, in a 'younger sister' sort of way. You guess it's because she’s younger than you, and so amazingly smart, that her awe for everything you guys do endears her to you greatly. 

“Don’t get killed while I’m gone.” She tells you as you walk her into the hanger, and you’re tempted to laugh. 

“You’re going on a mission with Barton, you’re the one that should be worried. I’ll be fine right here.”

“True, but Natasha is about to kick your ass into a coma if you keep pushing her.” She reminds you, and you huff indignantly. 

“Why does everyone think she can kick my ass that easily?” You ask loudly, just as Clint comes out of the jet with a pointed look. 

“Because she can.” He deadpans. “And she will if you don’t give her some space.”

“I didn’t hear any of that.” You pointendly tell him while Shuri gives you a goodbye hug. “Still trying to process this lack of faith from both of you in my fighting skills.”

“Keep it up.” Clint tells you with another look.

“That’s what she said.” You joke, and you hear Shuri laugh too. Clint chuckles and shakes his head at you, probably thinking that you’re gonna get your ass kicked for real.  

“There’s a kid here!” Steve shouts from the jet, and you run back inside before that lecture reaches your ears.  

…

When you walk inside the kitchen you find Wanda by the stove, stirring a red sauce and your spirits instantly pique up. 

“Can I have some?” You ask, coming up behind her. She yelps in surprise, and you press a kiss on her cheek. 

“You scared me.” She smiles, her cheeks tainting red at your proximity, and you lean against the counter as she turns off the stove before checking on the pasta. “Can you set the table? This is ready.”

She’s a pro at this, and you can't resist her cooking. 

“It smells really good. My mouth is watering already.” You tell her as you set out two plates, and her cheeks grow redder. 

You smile to yourself, and can’t deny that you’re almost inclined to kiss those cheeks again, but you resist the urge. You and Wanda didn’t exactly date, but you did sleep together a few times, and you thought of asking her out properly, but the timing was never right so nothing real ever came up from it. 

Then she moved on -with Vision of all people- and you moved on too. Not that anyone was supportive when you started dating Emma Frost, and maybe you see their point now. Emma was a wild ride, to say the least. 

Shaking your head to get rid of the memories, you pass Wanda the plates. 

“Can you get another one?” Wanda asks you. 

“This isn’t dinner for two?” You ask as you go to take down another plate, and she shakes her head. 

“Natasha is here too. She went to take a quick shower, so she'll be here any minute.”

You smile to yourself. 

...

Natasha is tempted to bolt the moment she sees you’re going to join them for dinner, and you grin when you meet her eyes. It must be infuriating that you can so easily tell what goes through her mind, when she’s spent her entire life training to be unreadable. 

You know she hates it, and often wonders how you’re capable of doing it. To be quite honest, you have no idea either. You just have this sixth sense when it comes to her, that lets you read her like an open book. 

But, you keep your mouth shut all through dinner. You behave, while Wanda and Natasha chat away. You even get seconds, and fill their glasses with more wine when they get low. 

All in all, you don’t annoy Natasha at all while you eat, and you even offer to clean up while they move to the living room with a second bottle of red to continue their conversation. 

You put the dishes in the dishwasher, wipe down all the surfaces, and when you’re done you take a beer from the fridge with the intention to leave them to it. 

“You can join us.” Natasha calls out, just as you take your first sip. 

“You sure?” You ask her, and she rolls her eyes, her go-to reaction whenever you open your mouth.

“As long as you keep the innuendos to yourself, we’re okay.” She sips her wine delicately then, and you -a mere mortal- become entranced with the shape of her lips, and the sensual way in which she drinks. 

“Sure.” You clear your throat, and drink almost half of your beer in one go. 

You’d be lying if you said that you’ve never thought of Natasha in other, much more naked circumstances, but you’re aware that that is never gonna happen, and you’re okay with it. 

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet.” Wanda notices after a while when she comes back with yet another bottle of red, and another beer for you. 

“I don’t want to annoy the pretty lady over there.” Natasha groans at your response, which only makes you smile. You almost can’t believe how easy it is for her to become agitated in your presence. 

“You gotta try harder than that.” She deadpans, and Wanda takes the seat next to yours instead of sitting in front of you, like she was before she went to the kitchen. 

“I’m not annoying, am I?” You ask Wanda, and she gives you this smile that you immediately feel drawn to. 

You breathe in deeply as she gives you this look that makes hot electricity run through you, and runs her fingers through your hair. You do miss her, especially when she’s looking at you like this and her fingers are in your hair.

“You’re quite charming.” She says, and you think she might reciprocate if you were to kiss her right now. 

“You see?” You look at Natasha, and she rolls her eyes, but not with malice. 

“Maybe I just don’t like you.” She says before sipping her newly refilled glass of wine, and you clutch your chest in mock offense. 

“You wound me.” You scoff while smiling, but deep down you do feel hurt by her words. Not a lot, but still. 

“Natasha likes you.” Wanda tells you then, and you’d think she’s joking if the look on Natasha’s face wasn’t so telling. 

“She does, huh?” You ask, mostly to yourself. 

“I thought there were things we agreed on not sharing with anyone.” Natasha reminds her, and Wanda shrugs lightly, the glass of wine close to her lips as she smiles. 

“What happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom?” She asks, and with a start you realize that she’s slightly drunk, and oversharing is -unfortunately- her one obvious tell. 

That’s how everyone found out that you two were sleeping together a while ago, and right now she’s just revealed that she and Natasha are a little more than just friends.

“I swear to God, if you even think of saying anything right now.” Natasha threatens you, and you laugh, your comeback at the tip of your tongue. 

“She likes you too.” Wanda tells Natasha, her finger pointing at you, and you choke on your beer. 

“You’re not seriously trying to play matchmaker here.” Natasha’s grin is otherwise telling of how amused she’s finding this entire exchange. 

“What? It's not like I even had to look inside her head to know that.” Wanda says, and you finally put your beer down after getting your coughing fit under control. “I’m not wrong, am I?” 

She has the audacity to shoot you a smug look, as if she wasn’t throwing you under the bus here.

“Well, no.”

“Great.” Natasha sneers. 

“Okay, now hold on.” You speak up as Wanda laughs, and you take the glass of wine from her hands. She’s had enough to drink. “There are different levels of liking someone.”

“Educate us, please.” Wanda is trying to hold back laughter now, and you really - she’s just - she’s such a little shit.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly kick Nat out of my bed. But, I’m not interested in anything more than that. No offense.” You add quickly.

“None taken, and you’re not taking me to bed. Ever. So don’t worry about it.” Natasha tells you, and how can you not take that one? Sometimes she just makes it easy for you. 

“Who said it had to be a bed?” You retort and her face turns red, and you’re not sure if she’s about to kick your ass or just shoot you on the spot.

However, you’re not expecting her to walk over, and kiss you dead on the lips. Which is exactly what she does. 

When she pulls back Wanda is laughing, and you’re pretty sure you’re dreaming. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Natasha asks when you finally open your eyes, and you swallow with difficulty. 

Without waiting a beat you pull her back in, kissing her again, a bit more forcefully than she did first, and she kisses you back in earnest. A part of you isn’t sure of what’s happening, but the other part of you is enjoying this turn of events quite a bit. 

“Well, well, well.” You comment when she pulls back, as if she’s finally realized what she was doing. If you’re smiling like a lunatic it’s only because you truly can't help it. 

“Is anyone going to kiss me?” Wanda asks, and you break eye contact with Natasha to look at her. 

“Come here, you needy monster.” You pull her onto your lap, and she straddles you with ease and familiarity. A pretty smile on her pink lips as she cups your face, and you wrap your arms around her waist. 

Kissing Wanda is still heaven. You’re once again submerged in her world, and you still find it incredibly addictive. She bites your bottom lip softly as she rocks her hips forward to meet yours, and you can’t help but let your hands wander. 

Grabbing a handful of her ass you pull her closer to you as she deepens your kiss, and you can taste the red wine on her tongue. Her breath is hot as she breathes heavily into your mouth, and your mind becomes fuzzy with want.

“Such a good kisser.” Wanda says against your lips, and you smile sweetly. She’s so adorable, especially from this angle, and the way she scrunches up her nose makes you want to kiss all over her face. 

“Better than me?” Natasha asks, and to your surprise you turn your head to find her sitting right next to you. 

“I’m not sure.” Wanda says with a false thoughtful look, and hidden smile. 

Natasha doesn’t give her a verbal answer, instead you watch the redhead grab Wanda by the neck, and pull her down for an intense kiss that has Wanda moaning in a matter of seconds. 

You watch them kiss while holding Wanda’s hand, and your throat dries up. You watch, and realize that this is actually happening. You watch until you can’t anymore. 

Grabbing a hold of Wanda’s arm you pull her back to you, and kiss her hungrily. She’s still moaning, her hands now desperately pulling off your shirt, as you do the same with her sweater. 

You hear Natasha softly chuckling next to you, but you’re already too wrapped up in everything that Wanda is to care about the world, let alone Natasha’s smug laughter. 

“I’ve missed your lips,” Wanda says as she pulls back slightly, a tipsy smile on her extremely kissable lips. 

You smile while your hands squeeze her bare waist, and you don't hold back from kissing her again. You’ve missed her lips too, and you hope she can read between the lines. 

Her hands in your hair pull back lightly, exposing your neck as she moves to place heady kisses all over it. You’re breathing rapidly now, your hands massaging her breasts, as she licks a path up your throat, still pulling on your hair. 

“Kinda feeling left out here.” Natasha’s voice breaks through the fog in your mind, and Wanda sits back on your lap, as she tries to get her breathing under control. 

“I’m not sure of what's happening exactly.” Wanda says as you inch closer to her. Your hands are still on her, touching every inch of her exposed skin as you can, while she combs back your hair. You kiss her upper breast, careful not to leave any hickies, despite desperately wanting to. 

She gasps, and you look up to kiss her lips, focusing on pinching her nipples now as she rocks her hips forward. 

“You want to stop?” You ask after pulling back only the necessary amount to be able to ask her that. 

“No.” She shakes her head, her hand gently caressing your cheek as she looks into your eyes. “I think I want you both.”

Instinctively you look towards Natasha, who is still holding her glass of wine, and sipping the red liquid delicately as she observes the two of you. 

“Do you - ” Wanda grabs your chin, making you look at her. “Do you want me?” She asks, and you move to pull her ever closer to you. As if that’s possible.  

“Always.” You nod quickly, and as you kiss the corner of her lips she turns to look at Natasha with the same question. 

“You don’t ever have to worry about that.” You hear Natasha say, but you refuse to stop kissing every single inch of her skin to look. 

“I don’t?” Wanda asks breathlessly, your mouth doing wonders on her neck, while your hands reacquainted themselves with the rest of her body. 

“You don’t.” Natasha says, and she sounds much closer now. Her voice is more sultry than you've ever heard it before, and you pull back, if only to see the look on her face. 

You watch her take Wanda’s outstretched hand as she stands, and pulls Wanda on her feet as well. You swallow with difficulty as you watch her kiss Wanda softly, lips merely ghosting over each other. 

However fleeting the kiss though, you see Wanda’s legs quiver and Natasha’s arm wrapping around her waist to keep her upright. 

“Bedroom?” She asks her with the confidence of someone who already knows the answer, and Wanda nods, as if in a daze. 

You watch them walk away, and you try to calm your racing heart, but it’s difficult when Wanda turns to you from the hallway. 

“You coming?” She asks you, and you’re pretty sure that your brain short circuits. 

You stand up, picking up your unfinished beer, and down it in one go before you nod, and walk towards her. 

“That's what she said.” You stupidly joke, and Natasha rolls her eyes expectedly, but now you see that the edge in her eyes isn’t entirely hate. 

“Incorrigible.” Wanda smiles as she grabs your hand, and pulls enough for you to fall into step next to her. 

“You’re dangerous.” You murmur close to her ear as you wrap your arms around her from behind, and she throws you a side glance, feigning innocence. 

“I have no idea what you mean.” She says, and Natasha chuckles lightly as she unlocks the door to her bedroom. 

“Sure you don’t.” She says as she pulls Wanda in for a demanding kiss, and you close the door behind you. 

Well, you think to yourself, Natasha might actually end up killing you after all, but at least it’ll be pleasurable for the both of you. 

...

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Coming out to Marvel Characters

A/N: Happy Pride! Reader's orientation/identity is ambiguous, as is your relationship with the characters :) Masterlist

Steve: Telling him is a little intimidating considering the time he’s from, but truthfully you could of told him back in the 30s and even then he would of accepted you -albeit with more anxiety over your safety. He’s open minded for his time, and he has in spades the kind of compassion you need after bearing your heart and soul like that. 

Tony: He’s a dickhead more often than not, but he gets that this is a rare time not to be. He’s quiet for a moment, processing, and then he’s nonchalant. He acknowledges what you said as sensitively as he can but he also doesn’t linger on it. He accepts who you are, but to him it’s not a moment to get sappy over, it’s as casual as he thinks lending someone basic human decency should be.

Thor: He forgets for a minute that this can be a big deal to earthlings, queerness as you call it is a lot more normalised on Asguard.Then he remembers, and trying to be supportive -albeit a little clumsily- he pats your back and commends the courage it must of taken to tell him, assuring you you have his wholehearted acceptance.

Natasha: Look, as perceptive as she is, there’s no way she hasn’t already known for months. She’s just been too respectful to say anything. When you do finally tell her she feigns just a bit of surprise for your benefit, then she’s very casual about the whole thing. She’s accepting but in a quiet way, she’s one to show her support subtly as it naturally comes up.

Wanda: She doesn’t have the most in depth lgbtqia+ education or anything but she wholeheartedly supports the community. So, between that and her being the compassionate person she is, she’s very easy to tell. She’s so understanding and sensitive to your feelings, and honestly she’s just really touched that you trusted her enough to tell her.

Peter P: It really does come as a surprise, just because he’s usually so preoccupied with his own secret that he doesn’t often think about what other people might be hiding. He adjusts right away though, he’s always considerate to your comfort and now is no exception. He’s so sweet, he’s just happy you told him and asking the most thoughtful questions.

Carol: Though she’s also from a more close-minded time, she’s a little less intimidating to tell. For one thing, she’s spent her life since then around a diverse range of space cultures, and for another, she kind of has her own… vibe. And yeah, you were right not to worry, she doesn’t exactly overreact but she’s very obvious in her support.

Bucky: He is surprised, but also curious. When you spend most your life in the 30s and the rest in captivity you don’t learn how to respond to someone coming out to you (at least not in a way he ever would) but he doesn’t do too bad, he clearly isn’t bothered. Actually you coming out sparks his interest in the matter and inspires him to educate himself on queerness in the 21st century.

Yelena: As another queer person, she thinks it’s great, her eyes actually light up as you tell her. Honestly, she’s kind of hoping that you have more experience with things like pride and community than she does because she could really use some guidance, but even if not it’s still nice just to know she has someone who’s like her in her life and hopes that you feel the same way.

Loki: He couldn’t be less fazed if you told him your star sign, frankly. He is quick though, he can see this is important to you. So, wanting you to feel validated he asks some polite follow up questions, he’s happy to let you vent if you want, he’ll even offer some insight as someone a lot more at home in his queer identity if you need it. Plus, the best thing about telling him is that he’s definitely down to …handle… any bigots you’re dealing with.

Valkyrie: She’ll drink to that. Really, she thinks it’s nice, she’s supportive without making a big deal out of it. Though she’s queer herself, she wouldn’t think to offer any advice on the matter because well… she’s kind of a mess, but if you need someone to talk to she’s not a bad listener.

Kate: Despite what an adorably awkward motormouth she can be at times, she’s actually pretty chill about this. She does rush to reassure you that she’s fine with it, especially if you seem nervous, but she’s otherwise relaxed and lets you do most of the talking. It’s not that big of a shock to her really, it’s not like she’s never met other queer people before.

Peter Q: To be for real, most of what her knows about queer people comes from outdated stereotypes, relics from his childhood, and there was probably a time when coming out to him really would of sucked because of that, but he’s matured a lot since then so he takes this in with an open mind and responds with surprising sensitivity and kindness, at least by his standards.

Gamora: She’s been through planets more or less accepting of queerness so she gets the gist, but with how shut-off she’s been you’re still the first (out) queer person she’s known well. You wouldn’t know that though, because she responds very calmly to you coming out and she’s very easy to talk to about it.

Drax: He does not get the big deal. He doesn’t even get what homophobia / transphobia is really, and yet he still manages to say something totally offensive (albeit completely unintentionally) when you come out to him -which he later apologises for. Of course he accepts you, it’s not even a question, and after that first slip up he does make it a point to try and be more respectful …to mixed results.

Groot: He is Groot.

Rocket: He’s not respectful per se, because he never is, but he takes it fine. With all the crazy stuff he’s seen, you’re really not making headlines. He doesn’t know how to communicate it, but he’s sympathetic to the more alienating parts of your experience, especially to bigotry you faced, and he’s the quickest to defend you if ever needed.

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Unwanted: Chapter 14, Unfiltered - Pt. 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, discussions of sex.

Word Count: 3.7k

Previously On...: Nat and Wanda did their best to comfort you after Bucky's absolutely stunning betrayal.

A/N: Bucky attempts to explain himself.

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You didn’t leave your room for a week, only letting Nat and Wanda in, and even then, just for short intervals. You spent your days talking to FRIDAY, trying to process what had happened that night with Bucky, and your nights sobbing for everything that you’d lost, and everything you’d now never have.

On the seventh day, you left your room, knowing that it was time to talk to him. Putting it off any longer wouldn’t do either of you any good. You weren’t fully prepared, but then again, you figured you probably would never be. Not really. 

You bit your lip as you knocked on his door, fingers toying with the cuff of the long-sleeved shirt you were wearing, not wanting Bucky to see the healing welts you’d rubbed into your skin. There was a part of you that was convinced he would answer the door in a state of undress, with Jade naked in his bed. You’d probably just throw yourself off the top of the Tower if that happened. Insult to injury, and all that.

But the Bucky that answered the door was a Bucky you had never seen before– he hadn’t shaved in days, the bags under his eyes were the heaviest you’d ever seen them, his hair greasy as though he hadn’t washed it since the last time you saw him. He was wearing a white tank top, stained yellow with perspiration, and his eyes were red and bloodshot, as though he’d also spent the last seven days in tears. He looked worse than you’d ever seen him look before.

“Pocket,” he breathed when he saw you standing there before him, a touch of awe in his voice as though he didn’t fully believe you were real.

“You look like shit, Barnes,” you said, matter of factly. You weren’t sure why you felt the need to tell him that, but you wanted him to know, all the same.

He barked a humorless laugh. “Look like shit, feel like shit, because I am shit,” he said. “What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you,” he amended quickly, “cause I am; so happy. Just figured you’d want nothing more to do with me after what I did. I know I wouldn’t.”

“Came to talk,” you told him, clutching your elbow with one arm. The tension between the two of you was thicker than it had ever been, and it made the air feel difficult to breathe.

“You did?” Bucky asked, his eyes going wide with surprise, and a little bit of hope. “Yeah, come in, come in.” He moved aside, ushering you into his room. You looked around; it had been ages since you’d been inside, and you’d forgotten how sparse the space had been. The room smelled stale. You noticed a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor and sighed.

“Back on the floor?” you asked, not turning to look at him.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… don’t sleep so great on my own anymore, I guess.”

You turned to look at him, a heavy beat of silence hanging between you.

“Look,” you said eventually, at the same time he said “Listen.” You nodded at him, indicating he should speak first.

Bucky motioned to a chair, and you sat down, perched at the edge of the seat, not comfortable enough to relax into it. “Listen,” he began, “I’ve had a lot of time over the last week to think about my actions, and I’ve spoken a lot to Raynor; she helped me work through some stuff, and I owe you an explanation.” You raised your eyebrows at him, and he was quick to add: “An explanation, not an excuse. So, here goes: back when you said I was having an ‘emotional affair’ with Carthage, I didn’t take you seriously, and I’m sorry. Truth is, I had no idea what that even was, that it was an actual thing. The concept didn’t even exist in my time, so the words didn’t mean anything to me. I just thought you were making something up, being jealous, blowing things out of proportion, looking for a reason to be mad at me.

“But after the other night, Nat brought up the words again, told me I was having one with Carthage, so I got on the computer and looked it up. And you were right. You were right this whole time, and I’m so sorry. I swear to you that I never touched her, but I got too close to her, let her get too close to me, and I was prioritizing her over you again and again. I knew it was hurting you, but I kept telling myself that you were overreacting, because she and I were just friends. I hadn’t touched her, never thought about touching her, so I couldn’t see where I’d done anything wrong, and you were getting upset over nothing. I realize now how fucked up that was, how wrong. How, every time I chose to spend time with her over you, I was betraying you, betraying our relationship. I see that now.

“I shared shit with her that I didn’t share with you. At first, I told myself it was because you wouldn’t understand– things about Hydra, things about my past– but she would, because she’d lived it, too, you know? But then, it turned into telling her about my nightmares, my feelings, our relationship. Things I never shared with you, because I didn’t want to change the way you saw me; same reason I never shared them with Steve. I convinced myself that I was protecting you from even more of my trauma but, the more I talked to her, the more I…” he paused and swallowed, as if the next words were going to be physically painful, “the more I began resenting you. She told me that, if I was honest with you about everything, if you knew the full extent of the things I’ve done, what I’m capable of, then you wouldn’t want me. And she got me believin’ it.” “Bucky,” you said, your voice as hoarse with pain from his words as if you’d been screaming, “I have never judged you for the things Hydra made you do. When have I ever given you reason to believe that I’d accept anything less than every part of you, the dark and the light?”

“You didn’t, sweets,” he said, bowing his head. “You never did. But you know I’ve always thought you were too good for me. Carthage got in my head, fed that fear. Made me think that she was the only one who truly got me, understood me, better than you, better than Steve, because she’d lived it, too. How could she judge me when she’d been made to be just as rotten?”

You were speechless. First, that he had carried all that inside, despite how much you had begged him to be open with you, and second, that he’d once again taken Jade’s word, her opinion, above your own. That he had taken her at face value and didn’t come to you, to talk to you, to see if you truly felt the way he was just assuming you did.

“I knew she wanted me,” he continued as he toyed with the metal fingers of his vibranium hand, and despite your intense desire to interject, to blow up at him, you did your best to keep quiet, to let him say what he needed to say. “Maybe not consciously at first, but she wasn’t subtle about it. I… I liked the attention. It made me feel good, knowing that there was someone else out there, not just you, who could be attracted to me, after everything I’d done. That there was more than one person who thought I deserved love.”

You wanted to say something, to speak up and tell him how fucking stupid he’d been, how utterly unfair to you, but the words wouldn’t come. You’d lost your will to fight.

“All of that, the understanding, the attention, the acceptance– I… I don’t want to say I became addicted to it,” Bucky said, “but I definitely didn’t want it to stop, to give it up. It was easier for me to convince myself that you were the one with the problem; that you were trying to keep me from being friends with the one person who I thought really got me, because you were jealous. I didn’t allow myself to think there was any chance you were justified, because that would mean I had to admit I’d been in the wrong, that I’d have to give up her friendship. I didn’t want to do that, so I dismissed your concerns.

“The worst part was, I wasn’t oblivious to the way she treated you. I heard her jabs, saw how obnoxious she was, but I figured ‘if I’m still going home with Pocket every night, if I’ve never touched Carthage, then why does it matter?’. The things she did, the stuff she said, it was meaningless to me, because I knew I was never going to leave you for her. I didn’t stop to consider that you didn’t know that, that I hadn’t been doing my part to prove it to you, that I was giving you so much cause to doubt me.”

Bucky looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. Steeling himself. You held your breath; absolutely terrified to hear what he might say next.

“The truth of it… fuck, this is so hard to admit… The truth of it is that a part of me liked that you were jealous of her. It made me feel… wanted, like I was worth something, like I had value. God. It sounds fucked when I say it out loud. I’m so sorry, Pocket.”

You just stared at him. If he thought it was hard to admit, how fucking difficult did he think all of this was for you to hear?

“Let me make sure I understand this properly,” you said, hearing every ounce of exhaustion you felt in your voice, “You knew she had feelings for you, but you didn’t want to take my concerns seriously.” Bucky opened his mouth to interject, but you interrupted. “No, Barnes. I let you talk. It’s my turn. You knew her actions were hurting me, but they boosted your ego too much for you to stop them. You resented me because you didn’t think I could fully understand you, but you kept things from me out of some misguided duty to ‘protect’ me. You were angry at me for being jealous of Carthage, but you wanted me to be, because it made you feel good. You saw how badly she treated me, but you did nothing to stop it because, it wasn't directly affecting you. Do I have that all correct?”

Bucky groaned and leaned over, putting his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he grumbled. “Yeah. God, I’m a fucking piece of shit.”

You didn’t know if he was looking for you to reassure him that wasn’t the case, but in the moment, you  happened to wholeheartedly agree, so you didn’t address it. Instead, you asked: “Is there anything else you need to tell me?”

Bucky nodded sadly. “Sometimes,” he said, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath, “sometimes I thought about what it would be like to date her.” You clenched your fist, nails digging painfully into your palms. He opened his eyes again. “I wondered if she would make me happy, if being with her would be easier. You and I were fighting so much by that point, I started wondering if maybe the grass was greener, but every time I thought about it just felt wrong, a perversion. I knew, no matter how bad you and I were fighting, I could never be happy with her, because she wasn’t you. I meant what I told you– in seventy five years, it’s only been you. You’re it for me.”

It was your turn to close your eyes. God, you wanted to believe he was telling you the truth, that you really were it, but… he had just made it so fucking hard to believe him.

“She asked me to leave you,” he said abruptly. Your eyes flew open, and you stared at him. You weren’t sure what expression was on your face, but it must have distressed Bucky, because he immediately began clarifying. “I didn’t agree to it!” he said, speaking rapidly, as if to make sure he got out everything he needed to say before you realized you’d had enough and walked out. “It was when she asked me to come to the med bay. When she was having her panic attack. Or, I guess, when she claimed she was having a panic attack.” You raised an eyebrow; you’d warned him she was most likely faking, using his protective, caring nature to manipulate him. Yet another time he’d put her word ahead of yours. 

He continued: “She begged me to break up with you. Said she heard us fightin’ all the time, that it wasn’t healthy. Claimed you were trying to control me by dictating who I could or couldn’t spend my time with-- that you were being just as bad as Hydra. Kept tellin’ me I deserved someone who trusted me, someone who understood me. Someone like her.” Bucky sighed. “The fact that I’d behaved in a way that made her think it would even be a possibility, that I would even consider it– it made me sick. I didn’t want to believe that I had been so obtuse, and that it was my fault you kept hurtin’, but there was the evidence, right in front of me, and I couldn’t argue it away to myself anymore.”

“But you still stayed with her all day,” you said quietly. “You could have come back to me, and we could have gone Upstate like we were supposed to. But you chose to put her ahead of me, again.”

Bucky swallowed and looked up at you through his lashes. “I was fucking stupid,” he said eventually. “I didn’t want to admit to myself that I’d made such a colossal mistake. Told myself that, if she confessed her feelings to me, and I still just tried to be a good friend, then I wasn’t guilty of anything, even though, deep down, I knew that was bullshit.”

“So, you just kept putting her first in an effort to, what? Convince yourself you weren’t putting her first?” You rubbed your eyes. “Bucky, that’s a lot of fucking mental gymnastics to try to get yourself off the hook for being an asshole.”

“And I fucking hate myself for letting it get to that point,” he said desperately. “Everything I did as the Winter Soldier– none of that compares to the regret I feel for what I ended up doing to you. I don’t know how to begin making amends for that.” He caught your eye, holding your gaze steady in his.

“And as for the other night… The things I said… I know it doesn’t fix it, doesn’t make it right, but I swear to you, I didn’t realize how messed up it was. I should have, I get that now, but everyone’s just… so much more open about sex and all that than they were when I was younger. I thought, maybe this is just how people talk to one another now, maybe this is normal, and I just hadn’t caught up with it yet. She was so eager to talk about it, and I didn’t know where the lines were anymore, or even if the lines still existed.”

“That shit was beyond hurtful, Bucky,” you told him, trying not to let yourself get emotionally swept up in the memory. “I’ve never felt more degraded or ashamed than I did that night.”

“And I am so, so sorry for that, love. I hate that I made you feel that way. I didn’t mean a word of what I said to you. You know I don’t think of you like that– I never have– she was so good at convincing me that it was normal, that it was something every girl liked, and I was dumb enough to believe her. It felt disgusting to say, shoulda known how disgusting it woulda been for you to hear it, but I swear on my ma’s grave, I only ever did it because I thought it was my last chance to keep you, to make you want to stay with me. Thought if I gave you something different, you wouldn’t want to leave me. Only other girls I’ve talked to since I came outta cryo for good, I can count on less than two hands– Nat, Wanda, Pepper, Shuri, Okoye, Ayo, Carthage, and you, so I didn’t really have a lot of resources to pull from.”

“But why would you even need to think we needed something different?” you asked. “It’s not like you ever left me unsatisfied.”

“The same stupid thing,” he said. “I trusted Carthage. I told her you and I hadn’t been spending as much, uh, personal time together as we used to, and she said maybe you were gettin’ bored of me. Maybe I wasn’t doin’ enough to please you, keep you happy in bed. She said couples needed to spice things up to keep it interesting, and when you said you were breaking up with me, it was my Hail Mary play. I was terrified of losing you. I get now that she was just stirring shit.”

You sighed. “You should have come to me,” you said. “About all of it. Any of it. We could have had a chance if you’d been upfront with me from the beginning, about everything. But you chose her over me, time and time again.” You stood up to leave, having heard enough.

“So, it’s really over then?” he asked mournfully. “There’s really nothing I can do to fix this mess? To get you back?”

You rubbed your temples with both hands. “I can’t stress enough how much you’ve hurt me, Bucky.”

“And I’m so sorry, doll,” he said. “I’d give anything to make it right. Just tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll do it. I love you.”

“See, that’s the thing,” you said, giving him a sad smile. “Love’s not enough. I just don’t trust you anymore. I want to. Fuck, I want to so badly, it hurts, but you’ve broken me. And some cracks, you can’t fix.”

Bucky choked back a sob. “But you’re my best friend,” he said. “I can’t not have you in my life. There’s gotta be something I can do to re-earn your trust. Just name it.”

You heaved a sigh. He was your best friend, too, and frankly, you missed him like that. You didn’t know how long it would take to trust him again, or if you’d ever even be able to, but you couldn’t not give him a chance to try. You still loved him too much for that. You had one idea, though you doubted very much that he would agree to it.

“You want to earn back my trust?” He nodded vehemently. “Cut all contact with her. No more training, no more runs, no missions. No more communication between you, at all. No conversation, no calls, no texts, nothing. You see her in the halls, you pass by like she doesn’t exist. She’s invisible. A ghost. She tries to initiate, you turn away. She touches you, you put that serum to use and you run in the other direction. For all intents and purposes, she is dead to you. You give her such a cold shoulder, she thinks she’s back in fucking Siberia. Prove to me that she’s nothing to you. Really and truly nothing. Prove to me that you really meant it when you said you’d choose me over her every time, and I might consider giving you a chance to fix this. I’m not saying we’ll end up back together, but maybe we could be friends again. Think you can do that?”

Bucky nodded vehemently and reached for his phone. “I’ll just text her right now and tell her I can’t speak to her anymore.”

“No,” you said, putting a hand out to cover his phone. “She doesn’t get the courtesy, and you don't get to pin this on me. You cut her out cold turkey, immediately, otherwise this is never going to work. You have to want to do that.” Bucky seemed to hesitate “It’s a limited-time offer, Barnes. Either you accept it, right now, or we’re finished. Your choice.”

Bucky nodded, his face resolute. “Okay,” he said, putting his phone back down. “I accept.”

Well. That was surprisingly easy. In fact, it seemed a little too easy. Sure, maybe his intentions were good, but, given his actions in the past, you were going to need more assurances than just his words. “Actually, you know what?” you asked, holding out your hand, “give me your phone.”

“What for?” Bucky asked, looking surprised.

“Well, first I’m going to go through your messages with her,” you told him, matter of factly, “and then I’m going to block her number so you can’t contact each other.”

“That seems like an invasion of privacy,” Bucky protested cautiously.

You rolled your eyes. “There’s privacy, and then there’s secrecy, Barnes. You’ve already proven yourself a little too comfortable with the latter, so you can’t really expect me to offer you much of the former right now, can you?” You took a few steps toward the door. “Your hesitation is telling me all I need to know.”

“Wait, doll, no!” Bucky said, moving to come between you and the door. He held out his phone. “Here. Do… do what you need to do, just…” he swallowed, “just… know you’re probably not going to like everything you see.”

Fucking wonderful. You eyed him narrowly before taking the phone and returning to sit down. With a heart full of trepidation, you entered your birthday, unlocking the screen, and navigated to his SMS app.

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Late for Dinner

❀ Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (F)

❀ Warnings: Fluff, basically just a cuddle/make out session, kissing, (in)appropriate touching, cuddling, handsy Wanda! Rain, thunder, traffic, worried!reader, and slight nudity (boobiessss)

❀ A/N: This is a little (super short I know) fic to take a break from all the darkness I have been posting haha! I hope you enjoy it! I also wrote this on my phone, so mistakes are bound to appear!

Wanda was never late when it came to dinner. She was always early and eager to help with anything. So when she didn’t show up tonight, your worries had gotten ahold of you, and you started to spiral.

You called her, texted her, Pietro, Natasha, really anyone who would have seen her last. But they didn’t know either. Your anxieties worsened as you heard the thunder clap outside, and you hurried to the balcony. You were met with rain.

You sighed as you hurried back inside, shutting the windows for the night. Giving one last call to Wanda, you hoped that she was alright.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Wanda bursts through the front door. She has her yellow rain coat and matching galoshes on, and you can’t help but smile at her disheveled look.

You rush to her, helping her put her things down and scolding her in the process. “I called you six (6) times! I texted you, I sent you Instagram messages, I even texted Pietro and Nat. They said they hadn’t seen you!”

Wanda could hear the worry in your voice, and see the tears start to pool in your eyes. “Dekta… there was a lot of traffic, my phone died, and Tony kept me longer than he needed to. I should have called from the office, but I had to rush home in time for dinner. I’m so sorry, love.” She says, taking off her coat and pulling you into her arms.

She kisses your forehead, and you smile as she moves down to your nose and finally to your lips. It feels good to be in her arms again, even though you live together.

“Dinner was getting cold, a-and I was so worried about you…” Looking up at her she nods softly.

“I understand, that’s why I stopped at the market really quickly to pick up [your favorite dessert]. I knew I’d be late, so here is how I’m making it up to you.” She holds up the box, and you can’t help but giggle.

“You know I can’t say no to this… but there is one more thing I want!”

Wanda smiles and hangs up her coat. “Oh? And what is that?”

Once she has her boots off, you pull her to the couch and you straddle her hips. “I just want you,” you whisper, kissing her lips while you wrap your arms around her neck. Her hands rest on your hips, but soon her arms wrap around your torso, pulling you against her chest.

She gently rolls you over, your back now against the cushions, your lover on top of you. Her kisses become deeper, and her hand sneaks under your shirt. You smile as you close your eyes, her hand cupping your breast.

“I missed you, sweetheart. I promise I won’t be late tomorrow.” She says, kissing your lips again.

“I trust you, love.” You whisper back, your hand on top of hers. With ease, she helps you slide your shirt off, and you pull hers off as well. The two of you, topless, are happily cuddled together, now side by side. Your head rests on her chest, and her arms hold you close.

“I love you my sweet girl…” she whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you doze off to sleep.

[abbyromanoff]

I'm going to request Werelioness!Fem!Reader with Werelion!wandanat !!

Reader just gave birth to their cubs, so she goes two weeks of hiding from her pride, two weeks pass, and she's prepared to fully introduce them to the avengers' pride mostly natty and wanda who is her mate and the other mothers of the litter, when she shows Natasha and wanda their 3 little cubs, both of then goes full on protective mama/mate mode and spends the entire time with their little family doing tasks such as taking care of the cubs, protecting the territory alongside wanda,whenever reader is out they play w the cubs,hunting, not letting anyone touch their cubs

At the end of the day, both mama's cuddle close their little family

LOOK AFTER YOU

PAIRINGS: Werelion!WandaNat x Werelioness!reader

WORD COUNT: 1177

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, protectiveness, giving birth, children (a warning alone), I didn’t really understand the like lioness typa thing that much so I hope this is okay 😭

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

When you had given birth, neither of your wives were allowed to be there. It felt lonely in the first few hours without having them to hold your hand and guide you along in the process, but once you had birthed three cubs of your own, it felt like the most magical moment of your life.

You knew the two of them had been going crazy without seeing you or their babies, they had been counting down the days until they were allowed to finally meet them. Sadly, they were forced to stay at the Avengers compound while you rested securely in your home that was built deep into the woods where no one could ever find or hurt you.

In the time being, you had hidden them away along with yourself. You weren’t quite ready for them to be introduced into the dangers of the world, but it had been tiring taking care of them on your own. They’d weep for their mother’s comfort, and you gracefully provided them with it. You wanted to bask in the time you had alone with them before it became too late.

Your wives had been shaking with anticipation the entire drive to your shared home. They were about to meet their cubs for the first time, the ones they were only ever able to talk to through your belly for months. And while they were beyond excited to meet their triplets, they were just as happy to be able to see you again. It had been too long without your touch, they would drop to their knees and beg for it if they had to.

“Darling? It’s just me and Wanda, is it okay if we come in?” The redhead asked as she knocked on the wooden door. Her booming voice made you jump, almost waking the sleeping babies. You chose not to answer, hoping they’d get the message and still come inside.

“Okay, we’re going to come in now.” She knew your lack of response was most likely due to your fear of waking them with your voice. The only other option it could be was that you were resting along with them.

The door slowly opened as their eyes averted to you in your nest, lying down with your cubs, a smile on your face as you looked up at them. It had been too long that you were on your own and left stranded, you had craved them desperately.

“Oh, baby, how are you doing? Are you healing well?” Wanda asked, cautiously walking over to you. You were snuggled into your nest comfortably as your heavy eyelids were close to shutting.

“I’m doing better, still a little sore but hanging in there.” You could tell they were both on edge to hold the three cubs in their arms after waiting so long, but you still felt a sort of protectiveness over them. Even if you trusted the pair with your life, it still worried you to let go of the trio and place them in another’s arms. They both picked up on this and leaned down to level their faces with yours, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You’re such a strong woman, Y/N, and we’re beyond proud of you. We’re so grateful to have you to hold and protect our little ones, you’re already the greatest Mama they could ask for.” One of them muttered, kissing your forehead gently and returning their gaze to your children.

“I know it might be hard to let them go, but they’ll still be right here with you. We would never dream of hurting any of you, you can trust us.” They understood your vulnerability and welcomed it with open arms. You sighed deeply, trying your best to hold back the awaiting tears ready to escape.

“Okay.” Was all you said before slowly handing one of them into the arms of Nat. You placed the little girl in your other lover’s arms, letting yourself soak in the small moment with your youngest son. You had given birth to two handsome little boys and one beautiful little girl, your first being a boy, your second being your only girl, and the last being your little boy. There were no words to express the amount of love you held for them already.

“They’re so perfect.” Nat cooed, letting her lips press against the little one’s nose.

“That’s Armando.” You three had chosen the names for each of them carefully, but due to you being the only one in the room while in the birthing stage, they were yet to know which held each name.

“This is Treyton.” You admired the sleeping baby in your arms with a smile before turning to look at Wanda who was near crying at the sight of her sleeping daughter.

“And that’s-”

“Adara.” She finished for you, copying Nat’s earlier motions and kissing the child’s small nose. The three of you shared a joyous smile, this was the start of your new lives. You were a mom to three adorable cubs, and their other moms were going to be just as sweet and gentle as you had been the entirety of the two weeks.

That thought didn’t change the more they were around. You were worried to let yourself sleep in fear that they’d be needing you, but the two women eased your fears and showed you they could handle the little rascals.

The house was already secure, but they made sure to install more appliances to keep all of you safe. Wanda would often make you three food while the cubs relied on you as their food source. Nat was the more playful and reckless mother, she loved playing with them and listening to their small giggles.

It took close to a year before you felt comfortable with having the other Avengers see your triplets. You trusted them all dearly and had felt at home with each one of them, but that didn’t toss away your fears and motherly instincts. You would do anything to protect your sons and daughter, even if that meant from your closest friends.

Wanda and Nat both shared your worries and held their cubs close the entire time. None of your friends and family were allowed to hold them until they were at least three years of age, that was what you all decided on. And they were understanding of such rules, after all, most of them had children and cubs of their own to protect and care for.

You all planned on teaching them to hunt and catch prey when they were a bit older. For now, you’d enjoy the small moments you got to have when they were too innocent to realize the cruel fate of the world. And, at the end of the day, when it was just the six of you, you’d hold them close as you cuddled into the arms of your lovers. You were a complete family, fitting each other like pieces to a puzzle. You were whole - all of you were.

[ncsdlr]

Sailor's Treasure

Marvel

AU

Warnings: dub!con(?), undetailed overstim, a sprinkle of fluff, hopeful ending

Pairings: Pirate!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 3380

A/N: I was about to finish this (literally so close) but then another idea popped into my head and I couldn't really help it so i put this aside and worked on that one. If you find this first, props to you, you're doing it in order. Also, I for sure missed a few things that should have a warning on them, I got lazy:/

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As her ship swayed to a halt, Wanda stood at her wheel and gazed upon all that lived on the island they'd chosen to take a stop-over. Then in the distance, she spotted something moving behind the bushes, mirroring her position as they both stared at each other, one looking into be shaking in the cold night air while one stood calm and curious. Wanda got the vibe that you knew she knew you were there, and that you knew she had seen you. 

Wanda turned back to her crew for a second, bidding her goodbyes to them but not exactly telling them where she would be heading. She feared what they might do to you wouldn't be as gentle as what she would do. When she turned back to look at you, the space you once occupied was empty. Wanda wondered where you could be and stepped off her ship, surveying the surrounding area of where you used to be. 

Wanda was halfway across the distance from her ship to the bush you were hiding behind, and when she reached that spot, you were not there. She looked left and right, even behind her, but no. All she found was her remaining crew packing up their equipment. A snap of a twig caught her attention, and she moved quickly to reach whatever made the noise, hoping it was you. To her delight, it was you, crouched down beside a tree covering your head with your hands in an attempt to hide yourself better. 

The woman found you amusing, a tiny little thing, looking about as innocent as a little bunny. She wasn't even sure if you knew she had already found you or not, and this truly almost made her laugh. While Wanda hovered over you, she scanned your small body, adorned with thin, ripped-up rags, a beige bra covering your chest under the tattered sheets you seem to register as clothes. Despite the ragged, destroyed, and dirtied clothing, you looked rather beautiful, innocent almost. It felt so right to Moana to see that you were hiding like this. She looks so corruptible, Moana thought. 

"Y'know, ye'r bad at hiding." You gasped sharply and crawled backward on your hands, grazing them on pointy rocks in the process. Wanda only followed you though, walking closer to you while watching you inch away from her little by little. It was futile really, to attempt to seek safety when she was capable of manhandling you back to harm if she wanted to. 

Wanda held the laugh that threatened to escape her for your mind's sake, trying her best not to scare you even more by showing you the kindest eyes she could. She didn't know why, but the more she looked at you, the more she couldn't contain her sloppy desires. It was something about you, something she could not determine that forced her carnality out of her. You made her want to just tear you apart, touch you, ruin you, fuck you for all that you were worth. Wanda wanted to touch your pretty face, caress your hair, feel your skin on her hands, and dig her nails into the supple flesh of your thighs.

So that's what Wanda did, taking a cautious step towards you and kneeling to see you better all the while your body trembled with fear, keeping eye contact with her. Wanda thought, gods she will be the death of me. Wanda placed her hand on your knee lightly, watching as you glanced at it before looking back into her eyes. 

"What's ye'r name, Lil girl?" You looked at the woman apprehensively, your hands clasped tightly over your chest. For safety measures, you shifted slightly before deciding that she seemed harmless enough to trust with your name. 

"Y-Y/N" Your eyes were wide and seemed accusing, Wanda didn't like that, so she worked to change your fearful view of her. Wanda gently cupped your face, closing the space between your lips and hers to be only a hair away from kissing you. 

"Ye'r really pretty, girlie. How 'bout y'let me take care o' ya? I'll make y'feel s'good, lil girl." Wanda tucked your hair behind your ears, looking into your shining doe eyes while you nodded dumbly. The proximity between you and Wanda was dizzying, and the sailor was well aware of the strong effect she had on you. Wanda shamelessly got off to the thought of flustering you. 

"Y'gotta trust me now, pretty girl." She murmured, taking hold of your face and closing the gap. Finally, you thought. This whole time you were wondering when things would progress. You were still apprehensive, Wanda felt that in the way your bottom lip trembled against hers as you kissed her back. Your pussy spoke differently though, the heat from it radiating against Wanda's thigh that you didn't know was between your legs. 

Wanda pressed her thigh against your core rather harshly, causing you to gasp into her mouth. Her fingers played with the thin strap of your clothes, honestly considering whether or not she should just rip the fabric off your body completely. I mean, it was already torn anyway, so what could be the harm, Wanda thought. So that's what she did, harshly exposing your sweaty skin to the cold night air as your clothes are ripped off of you. 

Wanda's hands wander all over your body, touching every inch of you that she could reach. Her kisses traveled south, sucking blush red marks that would turn a deep shade of purple later on your chest and your neck before pressing feather-light kisses between the valley of your plush breast, the same breasts that she squeezed and pulled at like they were some form of stress balls in her rough hands. 

Her hands on you drove you to the brink of an orgasm, the way Wanda's lips unknowingly ghosted over the gills on your neck earlier made you let out a stifled moan, gripping at the veld below you to ground yourself. Her kisses feel heavenly on you, and from the way, she kept biting at the cups of your bra with her fingertips, you aided the woman by taking them off of your body yourself. The woman gripped at your tits further, missing the way they shone with a peculiar sparkle, a sparkle that humans certainly did not have. 

You didn't even realize the way Wanda had moved to kneel between your legs, and she found the way you looked even more laughable. Your mouth was agape, your eyes lazily open and staring right back at her. It seemed that your body and mind were here but you were officially clouded. Good, Wanda thought gripping your hips and pulling you closer so that your hot mound was pressed against hers. 

"Y'ready to feel good, girlie?" Wanda asked, looking into your eyes as if she was staring into your soul. You answered her with a mere nod, your hazy brain unable to verbalize your nod. But, of course, this was not enough for Wanda, she was not satisfied by your stupid nod. She wanted you to speak, and voice your opinion on the matter. Wanda resorted to gripping your face tightly, growling her next words into your mouth.

"Y'gotta speak up or I won't be touchin' ya at all."

"Yes, I'm ready." You hurried out, nodding along to your words in case she wanted more than just your words as well. If earlier you were terrified of the redheaded woman and wanted to rid yourself of her, now you just wanted her inside you. 

Creatures of your kind had naturally high libidos, but ever since the attack last year, you were the only one to survive, having to pleasure yourself in times of desperation. It was never enough though, your fingers felt too thin and unpleasurable. You needed something more, someone else to do it for you because you couldn't make yourself cum the way other people did. You were so undeniably horny right now, and both you and Wanda knew she was the only one who could alleviate the hot pain in your abdomen. 

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting as a wet mess, Wanda's hand dipped down between your legs, touching your sweet pussy. You cringed as her cold fingertips toyed with you, the semi-unfamiliar feeling jolting you back to reality. You felt as though Wanda should take you right there, fuck you hard and rough without much of a care for your wellbeing and the possible aftermath.

"Mommy, please." You begged, much to Wanda's amusement.

"What are ya beggin' for?" Wanda's eyes shined at you, showing you that she desired the same thing as you. Shameless fucking. Although Wanda clearly understood what you were begging for, she just found you adorably mirthful.

"Begging for you to fuck me, please." You furthered, adding your doe eyes into the mix of pouts and words. At this point, you were sure you'd do anything if it meant you'd have Wanda in you. Thankfully, Wanda aided your pleads, pushing her fingers past your slicked-up cunt and immediately curling her fingers. But of course, you can't have what you want just like that, Wanda thought.

As you lay there waiting for more, your eyes blinked open. You realized at that moment that Wanda's fingers were not moving. You literally cried, tears filling up your eyes and flowing down your cheeks to represent watching the sunset over the waterfalls. It felt beyond frustrating that Wanda just wouldn't move, teasing you all the while staring at you with a knowing look.

As your tears flowed freely, you thought, she won't tease me if I beg more. So, that's what you did, opening your mouth to speak when suddenly all that came out of you were choked and stuttered moans. It was then that Wanda began her onslaught upon your hole, curling her fingers in time with the rhythm pulling them in and out of you at a fast pace. It felt so good, so much so that your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, your back was arching, and one of your hands while the other continued to grip the grass beside you. 

Your cum came in spurts of clear, sticky liquid, pooling in Wanda's hand as she strived to keep going. By the time your pussy hurt, she was still going at it, fingering you like she wouldn't get the chance to anymore. Her hand only stopped when yours tried to weakly push her away, and your moans turned into pleasurable whimpers. You panted in her face as her kisses scattered all over your body. If you were being honest, you could barely feel her grounding kisses, each one seeming to dumb you down to nothing even more. 

Suddenly, Wanda pulled herself away from you, stripping you of the warmth you received from her. You meant to whine at the woman, but when you registered what she was doing you quickly shut yourself up and obviously gawked at her. Wanda was stripping herself of her clothing, taking each of them off piece by piece and in the process, teasing you with the sultry sway of her hips. As Wanda took off the last piece of clothing on her body, revealing her ample breasts and her toned, smooth-looking stomach, you watched her, taking note of every little mole on her beautiful body.

Your hands moved on their own accord, lightly placing themselves on the back of Wanda's plush thighs and pulling her closer to you. Wanda knelt beside you, caressing your cheeks with the tips of her fingers and pulling you closer to connect her mouth to yours. Then she kissed you with a foreign gentleness that you were not used to during a heated moment such as this. You were used to hot, incendiary sex - not to say that you were complaining because you were honestly loving this new side to lust that Wanda showed you - not this slow one where you were able to take a breath between intense orgasms.

"You're so pretty, Mommy." You murmured against her lips, quiet and soft in the semi-silent night blanketing your escapades with Wanda. In the dim moonlight, you could swear you saw the way a blush red shade crept up Wanda's cheeks. Honestly, there was nothing better to do than bring her closer to you once more for another kiss before she pulled away again, her warm breath fanning over your face as she did so.

"Thank ya, darlin', and call me Wanda." She smirked, her hand making its way to your hands while you nodded at her slowly. Wanda grabbed both of your hands in one of hers and held them above your head on the tree you were propped up against. "Im'na make ya cum like this one more time, then I'll take ya to m'ship. Is that alright h'ney?" 

"Yes, please." I just want you now, you thought, feeling the way your pussy clenched around nothing. Wanda scoffed a chuckle at you, lopsidedly grinning at you as two of her fingers easily entered your small hole. Then just like earlier, her finger drilled in and out of you, curling every so often to match her quick thrusts. You gasped and moaned, writhing and shaking, fists tightly clenching in Wanda's hold as the sinful skill of her fingers strived to take you entirely without leaving anything behind. 

Your cum was sticky, drenching everything within your range, including the ground, the inside of  your thighs, Wanda's hands, and her thighs. You thought she would top once you came in the slightest, but no. She proved you wrong, continuing to fuck you with her fingers relentlessly until you were screaming into the night sky. Wanda gave you a sickening smile as the two of you made eye contact, only then pulling out of you in a show of mercy. 

Wanda's fingers left you with a squelching pop, little squirts of your cum still occasionally spurting out of you due to the convulsions Wanda has caused you to have. The fingers Wanda used on you hovered over your mouth, your body making a move before you could even gather your bearings. The warmth of your mouth enveloped Wanda's deft fingers, sucking your own sweet arousal clean off of them before letting them go and leaning your head back as exhausted pants left your mouth. 

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Let's just say Wanda really did take you to her big ship. You were even limping the whole way there before Wanda eventually decided that she carry you instead for efficiency. When the two of you got there, your canoodling fervently continued, heated but soft, rough but gentle. It overwhelmed you in all the best ways possible. 

You couldn't really describe it. All you knew was that you felt too good to even be alive. You swore in your mind that Wanda could probably kill you with her fingers given how talented they were and how good she was at using them. Let's not even get you started on her tongue. Boy that muscle really felt like some sort of thick drill with how powerful it felt inside of you. Her tongue reached inside of you the parts that you didn't even know existed, and it felt so damn good that it brought tears down you face and snot coming out of your nose. Disgusting. You couldn't get enough of it. It almost made you want to have her for breakfast.

Almost.

But right now, you can't think about that. What was important at this moment was the fact that you were being fucked from the back like a common village whore, bent over a table near a couch- you couldn't grasp why you couldn't just do it on the couch. Funny, Wanda had called you a slut earlier on. You loved it. You got so wet because of it.

If you were a slut, you were a slut for her.

"Wanda!" You cried out when her fingers played with your clit, rubbing at it tightly all the while she  fucked you relentlessly. Wanda grabbed a fistful of your hair and maneuvered you over to the couch. Fuck, you thought as the feeling of your high coming close again, your tears mixed with sweat pouring down your face like rainwater.

You were all but exhausted. You wanted more, and almost as if Wanda could read your mind, she gave you more by way of pulling your hips back against her harsh thrust, reaching even more of you. It almost seemed like she was trying to get in your stomach from down there. And so suddenly, with a loud scream came your sweet cum jetting out of you.

It surprised the both of you when it happened. That's not to say that you've never squitted before though - you have, many times -, but having Wanda make you do that felt different. It felt sinful, so hellish, and so ungodly. It felt right and so, so good. Wanda groaned behind you, somehow still being able to push in and pull out of you rather quickly despite how knowingly tight you were squeezing her very large cock. 

"This pussy is mine," Wanda said, pairing it with a hard thrust, making you squeal like a fucking baby. How pathetic of you. "I'ma make ya cum again, baby." That she did. And so many times too. Your face was thoroughly drenched in your tears by the end of it, begging Wanda to at least give you a ten-minute break if she still wanted to continue. She told you that the two of you had better get some rest for come morning time she would be taking you with her. Her exact words were, "I need to have ya."

And so have you she did. When her crew found out about you that same day, they called you out on your species. A shapeshifting siren, the unconcealed gills and scales on your neck being a dead giveaway of such fact. At first, you were scared of what they would do because your kind wasn't exactly well-liked. It helped a lot when you realized Wanda hadn't let go of your hand yet. When you looked up at Wanda, at that time, you really hoped that the genuineness in your eyes would reach her.

Wanda couldn't really resist it, not when she was staring into your eyes and seeing a million untold stories of good and bad. She could tell that there was more to you than just being a siren. Truth be told, Wanda had always wanted to see a siren- or at least, hear a siren song- so having you here right now surely wasn't a problem, right? 

In such little time from when the two of you started fucking and that morning, Wanda had grown to trust you somehow, which was strange given she was a sailor who dealt with stupid pirates trying to steal her riches. Knowing you were a siren would definitely change things, like right now with the two of you on the shoreline having, guess what? More sex.

"Oh, I'm yours, I'm yours!" Wanda pulled on the braids she did with your hair while humping you. She grunted and tugged on your hair, leaning closer to your ear to growl into it.

"Louder, baby, louder." As she ordered, you obeyed, moaning louder for her without much effort considering she was giving you everything you could ever ask for. No man or woman you've attracted to you before has ever made you feel like this. none of them stood a chance against Wanda's sharp and hasty thrusts into your dirty pussy. 

For the final time that day, you came with a scream, your whole body shuddering and shivering against Wanda as she held you close to her for warmth and comfort. Your eyes had disappeared into the back of your head, your jaw hanging open as your breath stabilized itself. Wanda cooed into your ear, heaving you into her arms and carrying you back into her ship all covered in sand- not that it mattered to her much. 

Wanda treated you well and fucked you well, and that was enough reason for you to stay with her as you found yourself growing more fond of her day by day. 

[togrowoldinv]

The Waiting Game

Firefighter!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You get a call in the middle of the night that Natasha has been injured while on shift

Note: More firefighter Nat here! This one is a bit different to the au, but has an important ending. Enjoy this one!

Burning Red AU, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff is good at her job. Her fellow firefighters would agree that she’s a textbook perfect example of a hero.

But that means that sometimes she takes her heroics a little too far and she jumps into trouble.

When your phone rings in the middle of the night, you startle awake and answer it.

“Is this y/n?” A voice comes from the other end.

“Yes, who is this?”

“This is Dr. Rambeau. Your girlfriend has been in a serious accident with some fellow firefighters,” the woman explains.

“Is she okay?” You ask. She gives you minimal details.

You try to process the information as you get dressed quickly and get in your car. Clad in Natasha’s hoodie, you jog into the hospital.

“What are you doing here?” A familiar face asks when you run by her. She grabs your arm to stop you.

“Wanda! Of course, you work here,” you say.

“You’ve been here to see me at work before y/n,” Wanda says, concern and confusion in her voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Natasha. Natasha’s hurt,” you breathe out.

Wanda nods and glances at the iPad in her hands. She finds Natasha’s information.

“Come with me,” she says, her doctor voice coming through.

Wanda guides you through the hallways of the hospital and all you can think about is Natasha. You really need her to be okay.

When you get to the operating room area, Wanda tells you to stay put in the small waiting room.

“No way. I’m going in,” you say.

“Absolutely not. You don’t want to see this, I promise. Stay here. I know Dr. Rambeau extremely personally, trust me. I will update you,” Wanda explains.

Any other time you’d question how she knows the woman that well, but you don’t care right now.

So, you sit and wait. While you’re waiting, a few more families of the firefighters arrive. You don’t know any of them, but you’re all in the same waiting game.

Finally after two hours, you’re told that you can see Natasha in the ICU. Wanda walks you down there and lets you into the room.

Natasha is still coming around. She blinks hard at the harsh lighting in the room. A slight smile is on her face when she sees you.

“Hey Natasha,” you say, approaching her quickly.

“Hey sweetheart,” she says, her voice is raspy. She opens her hand for you and you slip yours into it. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure. I just got a call that you got hurt,” you explain. “But they told me you’re going to recover just fine.”

Natasha nods. Flashes of the night begin to come back, but she pushes away the thoughts. She chooses the focus on the feeling of being here with you. You lean over her carefully and kiss her forehead.

A doctor enters the room as you sit in a chair next to Natasha.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Rambeau. How are you feeling, Lieutenant Romanoff?” The woman asks. She has a friendly disposition that makes you want to trust her immediately.

“I’m good,” Nat replies.

“You’re a tough one. I know that much. But I will need you to tell me where you’re still feeling pain,” Dr. Rambeau says.

Natasha looks to you and then glances down at her lap. She doesn’t like to admit she’s hurting.

“I can step out,” you offer, but Nat holds your hand tighter. “Or not.”

“I guess my arm hurts a bit,” Natasha says.

“Your burns,” Dr. Rambeau reasons. “Anything else?”

“My right leg.”

“From my understanding, that took the brunt of the injury. We’ll keep a good look at that. Thank you for your honesty, Lieutenant.”

Dr. Rambeau begins to look at Natasha’s wounds to ensure the surgery went well.

“It’s just Nat,” Natasha says.

“I’d say it’s just Monica, but I’m supposed to use my title in my element here,” Dr. Rambeau says. A grin on her face. “But for you it’s just Monica.”

Natasha offers her a smile. After Monica leaves, you sit with Natasha until she falls asleep. It doesn’t take long with the pain meds they gave her.

You find yourself falling asleep too. You wake to Wanda nudging your arm. She has food and water in her hands for you.

“Hey,” she greets, kissing your cheek. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay,” you say. “Nat seems to be okay.”

“I looked over her chart. A few broken bones, bruises, and burns. No brain injuries. That’s a great outcome considering the circumstances,” Wanda explains. “Captain Rogers isn’t in the same boat.”

“Steve got hurt?” You ask.

“Yeah. His spine is fucked for lack of better words, but Dr. Stark has hopes of full recovery,” Wanda says.

You feel tears run down your face as the weight of what happened sinks in. It could’ve gone horribly for Natasha.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” Wanda wraps her arms around your neck. You cry into her stomach as she stands by your chair.

Dr. Rambeau walks in on the scene. She walks to Natasha quickly, only to see you’re not crying over something happening to her.

“She’s stable,” Monica says. “I know it’s hard to believe.”

“She’s just a little overwhelmed,” Wanda speaks for you. “She’s okay.”

“Good,” Monica says. “Can I have a word with you, Dr. Maximoff?”

“It’s weird hearing someone call you that,” you mumble into your best friend’s stomach. You’ve known each other since the first day of undergrad. It’s hard to imagine her as more than an 18 year old girl who likes to shotgun beer at parties, but Wanda is an excellent pediatric surgeon.

Wanda chuckles and rubs your back before she goes into the hallway with Monica. You can see them having a conversation.

“So, Natasha is your friend?” Monica asks.

“She’s y/n’s girlfriend,” Wanda explains.

“Right. We’re going to discharge her tomorrow if she has someone at home to take care of her,” Monica explains. “Do you think y/n will be up for learning how to dress Natasha’s wounds?”

Wanda nods. “Yeah, but can I teach her?”

“Wanda,” Monica warns.

“Please? I need to be near her to make sure she’s okay,” Wanda says.

“Aren’t there some babies that need your help?”

“It’s my day off,” Wanda counters, a smirk on her lips. She steps closer to Monica, her hands going to the other woman’s hips. “And it was supposed to be yours too.”

“I should stay and help with the aftermath,” Monica says. “And you need to rest.”

“I will,” Wanda says. “I promise.”

“Fine. Teach her how to do it the correct way. Not the Wanda way.” Monica holds Wanda’s cheeks playfully before walking away.

“Hey, my way is the best way!” Wanda shouts after her.

Wanda comes back into the room and you raise your brow at her. She shakes her head. She’ll tell you later.

Over the next few hours, Natasha wakes and you learn how to dress her wounds. It’s not too difficult, but Wanda expresses the importance of doing it.

The next day Natasha is discharged. You drive to her place and help her inside. She’s capable of walking on the crutches, but you still walk closely to her.

“I’m good, baby,” she says while you’re fussing over getting her a perfect spot on her bed. “Just come lay with me.”

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?”

“As much as I can be with a broken leg,” Natasha says. “Come on.”

She opens her good arm, the one with no burns, and you snuggle into her. You missed this, the way her arms squeeze you.

“How are you feeling mentally?” You ask her. “You’re so tough all the time.”

“I’m okay,” Nat says. You give her a look. “Really. Worried about Steve and Sam, but the doctors said they’d be okay.”

“Yeah they’re fighters,” you agree. “Wanda said they have the best doctors.”

“I didn’t know your best friend was a doctor,” Nat says.

“I often forget,” you joke. “But she’s great at it.”

Natasha holds you close to her. She feels your breath on her neck. You kiss her collarbone.

“Can I say something kind of crazy?” Natasha asks.

“Always,” you reply. That makes her chuckle.

“I love you,” Natasha says.

Your breath hitches. You sit up and look into her eyes.

“I love you,” she says again. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You interrupt her with a kiss. The first one since she’s been injured.

“I love you too, Natasha Romanoff,” you say.

You really really do. Natasha smiles and you two fall asleep on the bed together.

[inkblot-inc]

Jaws learning all about brewing tea because Wanda loves tea and she can taste when it’s brewed too long or the water was too hot. Who knew some dried leaves need so much? Definitely not Jaws.

"What do you mean the water can be TOO HOT?-"

See, Jaws has definitely been to tea shops with Wanda before and all the technical stuff is harder for them to grasp really, but they try to for Wanda.

Jaws has good sense when it comes to flavor profiles, ironically enough, so Wanda usually lets them choose what flavors they pick up.

Brewing tea is frustratingly involved apparently.

[sosa2imagines]

You, me and Vegas! Part 14

Warning- Fluff, a guest appearance by a good lawyer.

Bucky was a nervous wreck, his hands clenched into fists as Steve navigated through the traffic. Every red light, every car that cut them off, every minute that ticked by, made his heart race even faster.

He was so close to losing Peach, to losing his happiness. And the thought terrified him.

As Peach’s phone rang, Bucky's heart leapt in his chest when he saw Wanda's name on the screen. He looked up at Steve, his eyes wide. “It's Wanda.” he said, his voice thick with anxiety.

Steve nodded, his own expression nervous. “Answer it,” he said firmly. “Maybe it's Peach trying to get in touch with you.”

Bucky swallowed hard, his hand a little shaky as he pressed the answer button. “Hello?” he said, his voice betraying his worry.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and Bucky could feel his heart thudding in his chest, waiting for a response. Then, Wanda's frantic voice came through.

“Bucky?! Is that you?”

Bucky felt a rush of relief, hearing Wanda's voice. “Yeah, it's me,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “What's going on? Is Peach with you?”

“Bucky, listen carefully,” Wanda's voice came through the phone, urgent and panicked. “Peach... she's gone to your place. To talk to you…”

Bucky felt the color drain from his face. “What?! But I’m not at home.”

Bucky felt a cold sweat break out on his brow as Wanda's words sank in. Peach was at his place, waiting for him. But he was nowhere near home. He looked over at Steve, his eyes wide with panic.

“We have to get home. Now. Faster, Steve.”

Steve nodded grimly, his foot pushing down hard on the gas pedal. The car shot forward, the engine roaring as they sped through the city. Every second counted, and they couldn't afford to lose any more time.

“Wait,” Wanda's voice came through the phone again, her tone urgent. “If she's not there, head straight to city hall. Don't lose any time. And Bucky...”

Bucky's fingers gripped the phone tighter. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice taut with tension.

Wanda's voice was firm. “Find her. And hold on to her. You hear me?”

Bucky nodded, even though Wanda couldn't see him. “Yeah,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “Yeah, I will. I swear.”

Bucky practically flew out the car, Steve following close behind. When they finally reached Bucky's apartment, there was no sign of Peach. Bucky's heart sank as he realized they were too late.

“No, no, no,” he muttered, his voice shaking with despair. “She's not here. We're too late.”

Bucky's eyes scanned the surroundings desperately, hoping against hope to spot Peach somewhere. But she was nowhere to be found. He could feel the panic rising in him once again, threatening to overwhelm him.

Steve's voice was firm as he grabbed Bucky's shoulder. “Hey, snap out of it!” he said, giving Bucky a slight shake. “Don't lose it now. We have to get to the city hall. Quickly.”

Bucky was still in a daze, staring at the empty spot where Peach should have been. It took him a moment to process Steve's words.

“How?” he managed to ask. “With this traffic, we'll never make it in time.”

Steve nodded, already dialing a number on his phone. “We'll drive as fast as we can,” he said. “And I have an idea. Just hang on.”

Bucky looked at him in confusion, his mind still on Peach. “Who are you calling?”

“Andy Barber.”

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he heard the name. He knew who Andy was. “Andy Barber?” he repeated, looking at Steve curiously. “Why are you calling him?”

Steve held up a finger as he spoke into the phone, waiting for it to pick up. “Andy can stall. He can keep Peach occupied until we arrive.”

Bucky's eyes widened as he realized what Steve was implying. “Stall? How is he going to stall?”

Steve just shot him a reassuring smile. “He'll come up with something. Just trust me.”

Bucky wasn't sure if he could trust anyone at this point, but he had no other choice. He could only hope that Steve was right, and that Andy could help.

Bucky was driving like a madman, while Steve was worried for his own life, swearing he saw god.

Inside the city hall, Peach was tapping her foot impatiently, her anger growing by the second. She had waited and waited and there was no sign of Bucky.

“What's his problem? Why hasn't he shown up yet?” she muttered to herself, her irritation clear in her voice.

Just then, Andy Barber sauntered into the room, trying to look calm and collected. Inside, he was a bundle of nerves, but he swallowed them down. He was there to help Bucky and Steve, and he was determined to do whatever he could.

“Hello there,” he said to Peach, his voice smooth and friendly. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

A slight blush crept up Peach's cheeks as she took in Andy's handsome features. He was indeed a good-looking man, and her interest was piqued.

“Um...yes,” she said, clearing her throat. “I was expecting the old lawyer, Mr. Miller. Where is he?”

Andy's nervousness heightened as he saw Peach's reaction to him. He was happily married, and the last thing he wanted was to give her the wrong idea.

“Ah, yes, well,” he said, stammering slightly. “Mr. Miller had an emergency, and he couldn't make it today.”

Peach raised an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. “An emergency?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. “Sounds a little too convenient, don't you think?”

Andy chuckled nervously, his palms sweating. “Well,” he said, trying to keep his cool. “Sometimes emergencies do happen. But don't worry, I'll be handling your case today.”

Peach didn't seem entirely convinced, but she shrugged. “Fine,” she said, reluctantly accepting his assurance. “As long as the job gets ?done right? You are handsome by the way.”

Andy's heart skipped a beat, as Peach complimented him. He swallowed hard, trying not to blush. “Ah, um, thank you?” he managed to say, his voice a little shaky. “Now, let's get down to business, shall we?”

Peach chuckled at his reaction. “Yes, let's...” she said, her smirk making Andy more nervous. He was here to stall time, as a favor for Bucky and Steve. He couldn't let himself get distracted. And now he was cursing them silently.

With a deep breath, Andy composed himself and grabbed the stack of papers. “Alright then,” he said, his voice more confident now. “Where do we begin?”

Peach was about to say something, when Andy let out a high-pitched squeal, startling her.

“Wait!” he cried, holding up a hand suddenly. “I just remembered something. It's important.”

Peach looked at him in confusion, her eyebrows raised. “What is it?” she asked, clearly puzzled by Andy's sudden outburst.

Andy frantically rifled through the papers, pretending to look for something important. “I... I need to double-check something before you sign it,” he said, his hands shaking slightly. “Just give me a moment, please.”

Peach rolled her eyes, clearly irritated by the hold-up. “This better be important.” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Though she kept admiring Andy.

“It is, it is...” Andy assured her, his voice strained with false confidence. He continued to flip through the pages, pretending to scan them carefully. He needed to keep Peach occupied for as long as possible, to give Steve and Bucky time to arrive.

Andy's heart was racing as he sat down on the desk in front of Peach, realizing it was a bad idea. He was now closer to her than he wanted to be, but he had to distract her, no matter what.

“S...so,” he began, trying to keep his voice steady. “About those papers...”

Peach mistook, what Andy was doing. “Are you interested in me?”

Andy's eyes widened as Peach's unexpected question. “What? No, no, I'm happily married!!!” he sputtered, his nerves on edge.

Peach just laughed, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “You don't have to lie,” she said, leaning forward slightly. “You're sitting awfully close to me for just someone handling my case. So happily married and interested in me? But I don't know...I have never done it with a married man...”

Andy's heart was in his throat. This was not going according to plan. He had underestimated Peach's directness, and now he was stuck in an awkward situation.

“No, no...” he insisted, waving his hands. “You can always try something new right?” As soon as those words left his mouth, Andy wanted the ground to swallow him.

Peach's eyes widened as she heard those words, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Oh? I see,” she purred, her voice seductive. “So you're saying, we should have a little adventure?”

Andy was mentally cursing himself. He had dug himself into a hole, and he didn't know how to get out of it.

“I... um, I...” he stuttered, his mind racing. He had to think of a way out of this, but it was getting harder by the second. Not only was he trying to stall for time, he was now trying to prevent himself from being seduced.

Bucky was driving at breakneck speed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Steve was in the passenger's seat, clutching the seat with white knuckles.

“Bucky, please,” Steve pleaded, his voice tense. “Slow down before you kill us both!”

“We don't have time for caution!” Bucky snapped back, his eyes fixed on the road. “We need to get to city hall as quickly as possible. Peach is waiting for me.”

“I know that,” Steve said, trying to keep calm. “But what good will it do if we end up in a car accident because you're driving like a madman?”

While Bucky and Steve were engaged in their discussion, back at city hall, Peach was having a field day with teasing Andy. Despite his best efforts to keep things professional, he found himself falling prey to her charm and directness. It was getting difficult for Andy to keep stalling time.

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[pigeonp0st]

heelloo!! uhm i was thinking could u write an agatha harkness x reader one with Agatha sees r with another person (just as closer friends but Agatha doesn’t know it). Then Agatha invites r to her house and Agatha has to bite down on their lip so hard whenever r talks about the other person, angst with happy ending please (and if your are comfortable, maybe you can add smut)?

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary:

Agatha gets jealous of your relationship with Wanda. Emotion ensues.

Warning:

Jealousy, angst (not really)

Notes:

Thanks for the request! I wrote this pretty fast and have not even read it over once…I’ll probably fix it up later…anyways! Hope you enjoy still <3 I always love an Agatha request

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Agatha stopped Wanda for you. She brought down Westview, and forced Wanda into reality. In the process she ruined both of their fantasies; Wanda’s fantasy of a perfect life, and Agathas of all consuming power.

She did it for you. Because the prospect of power was nothing compared to the prospect of your devastation. Because you asked her to. You with your warm eyes, full of more emotion and humanity than both Agatha and Wanda have in power combined.

You asked her to, and there was no other option.

So no. She doesn’t regret it. Doesn’t regret trailing behind you and Wanda to help the Avengers, doesn’t regret following you. Can’t possibly. She doesn’t regret it, but Wanda smiles at you, leans in close, and Agatha feels a bit like she’s been betrayed. Betrayed because you smile back, and whisper something into Wanda’s ear that makes her flush a color that’s just perfect for the Scarlett Witch.

Agatha grits her teeth and returns to her book. She’s lived centuries and has never felt more childish.

It shouldn’t bother how close you and Wanda have gotten, she knows. She has no right to feel betrayed. She hasn’t done anything she’s done expecting anything more than your happiness. You aren’t hers.

You aren’t hers, and so Agatha just fumes silently in the corner of the room and imagines burning this whole damn tower down.

You don’t even know how Agatha cares, she knows. Every bit of vulnerability, love, and affection is hidden behind layers of humor and sarcasm.

You watch Agatha with distrust still because of it; wondering about alternative motives. Everyone in this god forsaken tower does, and Agatha has no idea why she’s here giving up centuries of planning for this game. These people are no different to those in Westview. Children playing dress up and pretend. All of them wearing costumes of heroes who aren’t afraid.

Cowards. All of them.

Your loud laugh draws Agatha’s attention from her page. Wanda is smiling at you with a gentleness Agatha can’t afford, and Agatha thinks, both with affection and a heavy heart; all of them but you.

She knows that despite her help she has given no one here good reason to trust her. She admits to herself that she enjoys letting them think she’s scheming—that she plays into it.

They’re just as uncaring for her as she is them. They push her away, but all you do is pull her in. To be brave and foolish is one in the same to Agatha, and she loves you for all the things she can’t afford to be.

—-

It’s only the next day that Agatha walks into the compound looking for you. She wants your help to test her potion.

She’s been visiting every day this week, and she’s beginning to feel a bit like the person she thought she wouldn’t ever be again. She’s beginning to settle into the thoughts instead of jerk away.

Then she sees you. You’re on top of Wanda, both you and her sleeping peacefully on the couch. Your head on her chest, her hand threaded in your hair, your legs intertwined.

The glass potion in Agatha’s hand shatters violently and loudly, startling only Wanda awake. She jerks and snaps her eyes towards Agatha, always on edge after being raised in war. Their eyes meet for only a second, and then both turn back to you, still sleeping peacefully.

Agatha turns on her heel. Wanda says, with a knowing that ruins her; “wait—”

Agatha, cowardly, no different than the people she despises, and never having claimed otherwise, teleports away.

—-

Agatha avoids the compound for just a week before she caves and invites you over.

She can’t bear to see Wanda, which is a new thing because usually she enjoys tormenting her. The image of her protective hand tangled in your hair, and your possessive leg thrown over her is still fresh in Agatha’s mind though.

Then there’s the text Wanda sent after Agatha left; filled with the same knowing Agatha sensed with her departure. You’re 5 years old.

(Then a bit later; whatever was in that potion melted through the compound. I hope you can magic up some money to fix your tantrum.)

Agatha, the picture of wisdom, sends Wanda two middle fingers and then blocks her.

So, naturally, she’s glad when you show up only an hour after Agatha’s text. No Wanda, for the first time in weeks.

At least—that’s what Agatha expected. It’s an hour later and all you’ve talked about is Wanda. Wanda this, Wanda that. Agatha has always had a challenge with patience, it’s always the biggest challenge of her schemes, and biting on her lip is barely constraining her from lashing out at this point.

It’s when Agatha tones your voice out though, that she notices the hunch to your shoulders, the heaviness in your eyes.

And the bruise around your neck. Why hadn’t she noticed sooner? “Who did this to you?”

Agatha drops her dishes immediately, rushing to where you’re seated at the kitchen island. She thinks; who, who, with a desperate frustration as she tilts your head up to inspect the injury. She’ll kill them. Kill them.

For now, she pulls her magic forward, setting to the task of healing the violence inflicted on you, but you pull away from Agatha just as suddenly as she calls on her magic; angry in a way Agatha is caught off guard by.

“All you are is hot and cold,” you mutter, looking away. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days and you haven’t responded, then I come as soon as you call and you ignore me for an hour. Now…now you suddenly care that I’m hurt?”

Agatha blinks, once, twice, and then you’re standing up and pacing her kitchen. Agatha stands, hand still hovering where it was touching your cheek, and watches.

“If you’re done—If you’ve already gotten what you needed from us, whatever it is, and are done, just tell me. Tell me and stop pretending to care,” you plead. Agatha notices the dark circles under your eyes. Notices all the parts of you that are dimmed now that she’s not stuck on Wanda, Wanda. “I can’t play pretend like you do, Ag. I don’t get what it serves you to act like you care about me. I have nothing to offer.”

You’re spiraling in the middle of Agatha’s kitchen, and Agatha is torn between all of the parts of herself. The one that wants to laugh and brush this all aside, the one that wants to comfort you, the one that wants to kiss you, and the one she settles on; the version of her that’s angry and feeling misunderstood by the person she knows she’s done everything to deceive.

She’s not often hit by regret, or not often this out of control over her own emotions. It makes her angrier. Angrier because it takes her back and makes her feel younger than she’s been in centuries. She’s not that child anymore, can’t be.

Don’t you get that you’re ruining her?

—-

“I care,” Agatha whispers urgently, silently fuming and with her face morphed into a frustrated scowl. “Of course I care,” she says, like it should have never been in question—because she’s made it so clear apparently, you think disbelievingly, unable to help the scoff that chokes out of you.

Yeah right.

With more disappointment than Agatha could ever understand, you shake your head. “The only thing you care about, Agatha, is power. You tell me yourself all the time. I just thought— ” you pause, untamed tears coming to your eyes. “I don’t know what I thought…”

The moment the words leave your lips, you and Agatha enter into a standoff. Agatha furious and raging, and you too wrapped in your own emotions to register it as it is.

Agatha angry for the first time—at this. At the doubting of her care. It should say all you need to know, but you’ve missed it completely now that you’ve stopped looking.

It’s another moment of glaring before Agatha scoffs and stalks forward, pushing you into the wall and trapping you. Anyone else would be scared, but you just continue to glare (even as you flush).

There’s a part of you somewhere, one you don’t notice, but that Agatha does. A part of you that knows Agatha would never hurt you.

“I’m too old for this, ” Agatha grits out, and then her hand is around your throat. You don’t even flinch. Aren’t even surprised when you feel the rush of healing magic. All you’re surprised about is just that— your lack of surprise.

Agatha’s eyes turn inspecting, she shifts your head to the side with her other hand, ignoring your protests. You’re beginning to feel like a child, beginning to see things as they are.

Of course Agatha cares, you know. Somehow it hurts just as much. How could she both care and be so unpredictable, so cold? Had she thought of how you’d feel at all when you ignored her for the week? The other Avengers grew suspicious, checking everywhere around the compound for something stolen. You thought something terrible happened to her.

Only Wanda seemed unbothered. “She’s just throwing a tantrum,” she said, and wouldn’t explain further.

“Who did this?” Agatha repeats, pulling you from your thoughts.

“It was a mission”, you explained, the fire leaving you with it. You can’t afford to be mad at Agatha. You need and miss her too much.

Agatha growls, not settled at all. “Isn’t Wanda supposed to be protecting you?” She asks venomously, her jaw tightening along with her hand. “What good is your little girlfriend if she can’t even do that?”

It’s so laced with bitterness, with wanting, you’re left to blink at her, utterly shocked. Does Agatha think—? Wanda’s voice comes to your head; “she saw us cuddling and looked like she was going to murder me with the shattered glass in her hand.”

Seriously?

“What?” Agatha asks, self conscious in a way she never is. Self conscious because she likes—possibly loves you back.

All of this week’s turmoil, and for what? Because the two of you love each other?

—

You’re grinning at Agatha now, and Agatha is completely suspicious and unnerved. She tries to step back but you capture her wrists, pull her even closer.

Agatha’s heart pounds at the look on your face. Like a Cheshire cat. She can’t escape the feeling that she’s been caught. She eyes you with uneasiness.

You look at her expectantly now. “So much wisdom and yet you’re still so stupid?”

“Stupid?” Agatha repeats with disgust, like the word isn’t even in the dictionary.

You nod. “Agatha,” you breathe, affectionately. Agatha feels her world shift. “You know I love you, don’t you? Wanda is only ever going to be my frie—”

Agatha doesn’t let you finish. Couldn’t bear too. She’s always standing on the precipice of something. Always hovering over lines, too impatient to stand back, and your I love you snaps Agatha forward, like she’s been waiting for it for centuries. She kisses you roughly, pushing you back against the wall, and tries to claim it.

I love you, to the person who has never felt loved. She turned her back on love the moment love turned her back on her. She was only a teenager then, realizing that there was not a strength she could have that would make her enough for her mother—for her clan. There was not a person she could be beside herself, and never a version that wasn’t lacking, just out of reach of affection.

Then you. You showed up in Westview, strong enough to break in unaffected, and suspicious of Agatha, suspicious and then knowing, but still caring through it, and Agatha felt herself enough in the moments her mother would have claimed were her weakest; her moments where she was vulnerable and honest.

She kisses you like you’re her testament of her strength, now. Like you’re a testament of just how enough she is. She’s always been wanting, and doesn’t know how to exist without it. Without the yearning of; more, more, more, but as her kisses slow down, turn loving instead of passionate, she thinks for the first time that to exist like this—for the first time at peace, is something she could get used to forever.

You’re breathing heavily when Agatha breaks away, completely flustered and shaken. Agatha feels her heart pick up again, and thinks, no—she’ll always be wanting, and moves in to kiss you again.

You laugh, so joyful and happy—because of her. Because of her—a hand over Agatha’s mouth to stop her. “Are we ever going to talk?” You wonder breathlessly. “About feelings? About where you got that idea about Wanda and me?

Agatha pulls your hand away, smiles devilishly and possessively. “After I’ve had you against every corner of this house, we’ll invite Wanda over and talk over everything you’d like.”

You groan in exasperation, but there’s no protesting when Agatha kisses you next, and from the way you practically fall into the way Agatha’s hand curls loosely around your neck, she doesn’t expect one anytime soon.

[maximotts]

Just a quick milf Wanda thought because I’m homosexual and I need to write this. Pls ignore that I had this queued for Wednesday and put it back in my drafts because of that creepy anon I got, here be the thing 💖

cw for implied smut and lingerie shopping, but there’s nothing truly explicit in this, just Wanda being flirty

Wanda asking you to run a few errands for her because she’s unexpectedly busy with the boys since Vis decided to come pick them up around dinner instead of lunch. And yeah, maybe you had a few things to do with your Saturday already, but she sounded so overwhelmed on the phone.

You could just picture Wanda slumped against the kitchen wall watching Billy and Tommy run circles around her, her sentences rushed as she tried her hardest to be quick with giving you the list of places she needed you to stop by, “Oh, for the last stop, be a peach and pick something out for me. I trust your judgment.”

She said it so innocently, you hadn’t thought of anything of it, noting her errands and setting off to start your drive around town. Each time you mentioned to a shop’s person you were you were picking something up for Ms. Maximoff, their face lit up, perfectly agreeable to help you grab whatever she asked for and praising your helpful nature.

The last place was in the next town over, a small store you’d never paid much attention to. The second you stepped through the door, you realized why.

It wasn't that the lingerie store was tacky or crude, but you certainly felt underdressed in your denim cutoffs amongst the lavish mannequins. You could barely make eye contact with the shop owner while trying to ask for Wanda's order, the older women clearly amused with your struggle.

Upon revealing there was nothing set aside for her, a reminder of Wanda's words mortified you: pick something out for me. For her. Lingerie... for Wanda. On your judgement. To your albeit limited knowledge, the only person she’d worn anything like this for lately was you.

Steam had to be blowing from your ears. If not for the fear of disappointing her, you would've run away.

Suddenly each outfit was visible on Wanda and not only was it impossible to pick, the process of being shown all the details and advantages of every choice by the shop owner left your face hotter than the sun.

As soon as you pick one, you put the purchase on Wanda's tab and sprint with the box to your car. The drive home only makes your anxiety rise, wondering if and how to present it to her, hoping your taste in lingerie isn't offensive; there were way too many racing thoughts.

Finally you settle on just putting the box on her bed and busying yourself with putting as many things from your errands away as you could. But by the time Wanda comes back that evening, you're wondering why you lingered in her empty house for so long. She hadn't asked you to do anything more than complete some tasks for her, certainly not to lurk without purpose.

Wanda doesn't care, thinks it's sweet you'd wait for her return instead of running off to some party on Saturday night. "Here to keep me company, sweet pea?"

You figure saying no sounded rude and it gave you an excuse for being in her home still so you went along with it, rattling off the completed list of tasks and explaining what you'd put where just in case you were wrong about anything. If Wanda noticed how you left out the last shop, she didn't say anything, granting you a bright smile and pulling you in for a kiss that made your heart melt.

"I'll go change into my house clothes, then we can curl up and watch a movie. Give me ten minutes!" As soon as you heard Wanda shut her bedroom door, you remembered the box you left at the end of her bed and you waited with baited breath for a scream, a gasp, any indication that she'd opened the package at all... but none came.

For some amount of painfully long minutes, you heard nothing, leaving you stone still on the sofa, feverishly wiping your clammy hands over your legs. And then, finally, her voice called out from upstairs, "Come up here, please. I need your help!"

She didn't sound mad, just... normal. You didn't know what to expect as you climbed the carpeted stairs, but then as you turned the corner you saw Wanda standing in her bedroom doorway, grinning as she toyed with the sleeve of her new dark blue gown. "So this is the kind of thing you want to see me in?"

The actual dress was a little shorter than she typically wore, ending at her upper thigh, and much lower cut, accenting the slight push the bodice's corseted fit gave her chest. "It was a hard decision. You'd look beautiful in the whole store."

"Well aren't you a charmer," Wanda beckoned you closer from where you fidgeted in place, drawing you in until you were mere inches away. "Let me pay you back for all your hard work today, sweetheart. I'll even show you how to take me out of this once I get tired of wearing it."

[a-spes]

I litteraly can't stop thinking about this post from @whumped-by-glitter ~ Like, can we (please) take a minute to think about how perfect it's for Wandanat or BlackHill x young!R where they take her out of the Red Room?? | Warnings & Tags : messy blurb? (imagine? idk, just wanting to share my thoughts, and couldn't stop writing), mainly BlackHill, mentions of the Red Room/past abuses, no idea if that makes sense. Imagine, teen or young adult R that fails a mission, and is captured by SHIELD/The Avengers. R isn't really cooperative, even if she is not under mind control anymore, she firmly believes that. However, Nat just can't accept the idea of leaving her rotting in a cell for the rest of her life for something that isn't really her fault. Despite what R can say, Natasha wants to believe that it's not true, and that she will be able to show her that life is way more than the Red Room.

But it's not that easy. Nat more than anyone else knows that you don't come back from the Red Room that easily, and she can only assumes that it would be worst for someone that went under mind control. And she was right. At first, she tried to introduce you to how life outside is, how sweet it could be, but she quickly noticed that it didn't work. Whenever she asks you a question about what you would like, she gets no answer. If she doesn't tell you to eat or to go somewhere, you don't do it. The amount of time you didn't followed her or talked because she didn't especially told you to do so is insane, especially in the beginning. So she decides to do what she thinks it's best, even if she hates it: giving you order, being stern with you, offering you a place you know, where you feel safe (no matter how sick it's) because you can predict it, a space where you'll be fine as long as you do as your ask. The world is a big and scary place in which to evolve in, especially when you don't have the keys to understand it - what you do something you're not supposed to, and you're punished for that? R will eventually come here, but it'll definitely takes a lot of time.

But obvsiouly Nat' is hating herself for that. She knows she has to do it, for you, but it doesn't make it easier. She does it because she believes it will help you to feel better, and because if you're under her orders, they have less reasons to be worried that you would attend something under Dreykov's name (or try to go back to him). She feels guilty, and old thoughts about her not being better than the man that made them are coming back. But Maria/Wands are here to help their wife <3

AND SO, here is how I see things if it's WandaNat we're talking about - I picture Wands as the soft mom she is shown as in Wandavision, and she would definitely not appreciate Nat's methods. She trusts her wife, she knows that she has her reasons, and it must be the best way to help you, but she still doesn't like it. She hates the way you always look down, the way you would do everything her wife is asking without thinking twice about it, and most of it, she hates when you're calling Nat' "ma'am" or something else of that kind. She hates even more than her wife isn't saying anything. She didn't know you for long, but she already loves you as her own, and it pains her when you reject her. Sometimes, she and Nat would argue about the whole situation (and those arguments would definitely go too far).

BUT imagine if it's BlackHill?? Even better in my opinion, and definitely can't stop thinking about it ~ Because, unlike Wanda, Maria is directly concerned. She read your file, she saw footages of you killing dozens of people, she tracked you, lost men in the process, and she saw how you didn't seem to regret anything when she questioned you. So Maria has every reasons to be worried, especially for her wife's security (physically and mentally). What if it's just a part of a biggest plan to attempt to kill the redhead? Or worst, to take her back there? I can easily Maria being upset, and taking it out on the other recruit she is training (poor them), not daring to do much more than glaring at you, knowing her wife wouldn't appreciate. And even if she doesn't appreciate R, she trusts and love her wife, so she lets her do her thing. But she is always somewhere looking at you with a stern face, waiting for the moment you would make a mistake to step-in. But you never really make a mistake, always following Nat's orders at the perfection, which is kinda frustrating because then she has no reason to get rid of you. Except if one day R's misunderstood one of Nat's orders, which lead to a heavy situation <3 It's honestly the only situation I imagine leading to an argument between Maria & Nat. Like, maybe you hurt someone or stole something or idk, thinking you did good, and they would be proud, but when you come in the room they're just looking at you with that shocked face. But you did what you had to, no? That's exactly what you were asked to do, so why are they angry? AND IMAGINE THE ANGST FROM NOW. R's confusion, Nat' desesperatly trying to find a solution, trying to convince Maria that it was just a mistake (that was her fault because she is the one that wasn't careful with her words) but she doesn't change her mind. Pulling the "what if it happens again?" and "I am your superior, you don't get to discuss my order" cards, knowing that it would pain Nat', but she has to do it in order to keep her safe. Bonus point if Nat turns to Fury, trying to convince him as she knows her wife won't change her mind, but he doesn't say much, just agreeing with her agent, mumbling a simple "sorry" Nat doesn't want to hear. Obviously, it would eventually

AND (because there is more), I also can't stop thinking about that comment from @light-me-on-pyre ;

Like, I can easily imagine R hating Nat'. It would make so much sense because she grew up in a place where Nat' was pictured as the enemy, the one that betrayed "the ones that gave everything to her". But it wouldn't be the exact reason why R is hating Nat'. I mean, right, she hates her because she left, but mainly because of the consequences it had for the ones that came after - the worsened conditions, the mind control, etc - and how she succeed what's supposed to be impossible: leaving the Red Room. Not only physically, but mentally. Imagine R seeing Nat' on the news when she is on a mission or seeing her interacting with Maria/the Avengers, witnessing Nat' being happy. It's something she was told she doesn't deserve/will never have from a young age, so why would Nat' have the right to be happy when so many didn't? It was so much easier to hate on Nat' than on Dreykov all these years because she wasn't here, and no one would blame her to do so. But now? It's easier to continue hating Nat', for R to convince herself that the redhead is bad despite the appearances because it's easier than admitting that her whole life is a lie (kinda). And the fact that Nat' has to take the "bad guy" role in order to help R only makes things easier because, in the end, she is not different from the others, right? And so, as Nat' can't provide R the comfort she needs, it's all on Maria (at least for the beginning) who doesn't have a choice. But we all know that despite her cold demeanour, she is all soft, she is just scared for the ones she loves <3 Which includes Nat', because she saw how her wife is affected by your arrival. First, she has nightmares again because, with you, inevitably came back old memories and traumas. Then, Maria can see how her wife is so invested in your case that she barely sleep/eat/ (which is one of the reasons why she doesn't really appreciate R ...). But also, what would happen if they can't save you?

Bonus point if things get better but something happen, and everything get worse again, throwing away all these months of progress. But what if they don't have the patience to start all over again?

It's definitely (one of) my favorite trope because the amount of angst/comfort it holds is insane, and I am going crazy about it (you can tell by the lenght of that post that was supposed to be a few lines ...). Do I want to write something like that when I already have too many WIPs? Yes. Will I do it? I don't know, but I'll definitely be thinking about it 24/24 & 7/7.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

The Art of Healing: Chapter 6

Photo Cred: Me

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem! OC

summary: wanda discovers her dominant side

content warnings: smut, restraints, overstimulation, fingering, dildo, subspace

word count: 5k+

Series Masterlist

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

A New Discovery

“Alright hon, remember what we practiced.”

Wanda smiled slightly, used to Agatha’s nagging. She would be annoyed if she didn’t know that the older woman was simply looking out for her. One might even say that she was worried, but Wanda knew better than to bring that up. 

“Of course,” Wanda turned towards the woman beside her, noting the way her blue eyes scanned the room they were in. “I’ll let you know if it becomes too much, I promise.”

At those words, Agatha finally turned her gaze towards Wanda. It was their third time out of her cabin, and an important night as well. The first time had been to a small market in a nearby town, and as Agatha suspected, Wanda had telepathy powers in addition to her chaos magic. 

That first time was overwhelming, to say the least. Agatha had never performed so many memory replacement spells as that day. But what can you do? It’s not like she could let those poor townspeople remember Wanda falling to her knees and covering her ears while scarlet waves of magic pulsated from her as she processed everyone’s thoughts for the first time. 

The second time was much easier, since Wanda had known what to expect. They’d gone into the city, simply walking down the street rather than the overwhelming environment of an enclosed space. It was easier that way, Wanda didn’t get stuck in anyone’s thoughts, as they walked past too quickly. 

A man bumped into Agatha, jostling her from her thoughts. She sent a glare his way, before Wanda’s gentle hand on her arm redirected her focus. Glancing down, she took a breath, her eyes locked on the pendant swinging from the redhead’s neck. 

“You know how to power that on, right? I spent a lot of time on it.” Agatha knew her attempts at nonchalance were lacking, but Wanda chose not to comment, instead sending a soft smile her way and bringing her fingers to the pendant. Rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb gently, she nodded, taking a solidifying breath of her own. 

Agatha eyed Wanda’s pendant briefly, scanning the runes she’d etched onto the surface. As soon as Wanda’s magic made contact with the runes, it would send a protective shield over her mind, preventing her from reading anyones thoughts. It was their failsafe, just in case the amount of horny thoughts flying around the nightclub became overwhelming, 

“Yes,” Wanda dropped her hand, her eyes finding the bar through the smoky haze of the nightclub. “I’ll be alright, but first I want a drink.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, knowing that Wanda would order a shirley temple like she always did. Making their way to the bar, blue eyes scanned the many faces, searching for a target. 

“Let me find someone,” Wanda’s voice was low, her breath already smelling like cherries as she murmured the words into Agatha’s ear. “Trust me.”

Sighing, Agatha nodded, feeling slightly out of her element as she gave up what felt like the last of her control for the evening. They’d decided to find a submissive to play with for the night, as part of Wanda’s education. Essentially, Agatha wanted her to finetune her control over her own emotions, and what better way to do that than to exert control over an eager submissive?

Wanda leaned against the counter, sipping her drink as she lazily scanned the crowd around her. Bodies swarmed on the dance floor, laughter and singing rising as the crowd moved slightly out of sync. Music thrummed through the floor, the vibrations of it practically tangible as it wrapped around her body, urging her to move. 

Random thoughts filtered through her mind, and Wanda breathed through it, focusing on Agatha’s past lessons. Just keep breathing, and it will pass. It would apparently get easier over time, and eventually her magic would filter everyones thoughts on autopilot. Wanda couldn’t wait, and distracted herself by trying to hear only a single person's thoughts at once. 

‘Damn, I like the way he’s moving against me. I wonder what his di-’

Wanda visibly shook her head, moving onto the next person quickly. She found it easier this time, her few weeks of practice paying off as the background hum of multiple thoughts layering atop each other faded. 

‘I hope she collars me soon, I just want to be her good boy forever. Oh look, here she comes!’ 

Her curiosity piqued, Wanda found the man who’s thoughts she’d just left. He was near the edge of the dance floor, a wide smile on his face as a tall woman walked up to him. She leaned down, saying something in his ear as he bowed his head, her hands roaming his body. 

Agatha sidled up next to her, hands tight around her waist as she started dancing. “You look suspicious, hon. Dance with me, I know you can multitask.”

Wanda smirked, grinding her hips backwards and feeling pleased at the gasp that escaped Agatha’s plump lips. The hands around her waist tightened, and Wanda felt herself grow wet when she felt the bulge of the brunette’s strap against her. She let herself get lost in the feeling, gently grinding against Agatha as she focused on the woman across the floor. 

‘I can’t wait to make him mine, I hope he likes the design I chose. I want this to be perfect.’ 

The image of an intrinsically designed collar flashed briefly through Wanda’s mind, and she smiled, pleased that the man was getting his wish. A wave of possessiveness shot through her, and she quickly pulled her mind from the tall woman’s, not wanting to get her emotions confused with hers. 

“Good job, Wanda.” Agatha’s voice was raspy, one of her hands snaking around to gently rest against her throat. Wanda swallowed, her breath shortening slightly as arousal pooled in her gut. She shook her head, refocusing on her mission. 

Find a submissive. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

“We could always postpone this and head back to the cabin,” Agatha’s voice was raspy, her hips moving suggestively against Wanda’s ass. The redhead faltered, almost folding before she locked eyes with a girl at the bar. The girl was sipping a drink slowly, her eyes wide as she watched them dance against each other. 

Wanda smirked, bringing a hand up to Agatha’s head and enjoying the feeling of her lips against her neck. Then, she gently yanked her head up. “Stop, you’re distracting me. Besides, I just found someone. So keep it in your pants, witchy.”

Delighting in the frustrated groan she heard, Wanda ground her hips backwards one final time before making her way towards the girl. Agatha followed behind, her attention successfully redirected, for the time being. 

‘Holy shit, they’re coming my way. Act cool, don’t be fucking weird.’

Agatha snorted, and Wanda realized that she was also reading the girl’s mind. Nudging her slightly, she sent a mental reminder to release her control over the situation, wanting to take the girl’s submission for herself. Afterall, it was Wanda’s control that was on the line. 

‘Good job hon, you’re getting better at communicating telepathically.’ 

Wanda shuddered as Agatha’s words filtered through her brain, the girl’s thoughts still swimming about as she tried to act natural. It was cute really, mentally she was panicking, but she maintained a straight face as the pair approached her. 

Her only tell was the slight tremble of her fingers and her wide eyes as Wanda sat down next to her, Agatha claiming the seat on the other side of the young girl. At first, Wanda didn’t say anything, choosing instead to let her eyes roam the girl’s face as she took her in. 

She had pretty eyes, her eyeliner subtle as mascara coated her long lashes. A few specks of the dark pigment had landed on her cheeks, and Wanda longed to reach up and wipe it away, but refrained. She didn’t want to scare her away too soon. 

“I’m Wanda,” She made sure to keep her voice low, suppressing a smirk as she watched the girl physically react to her words. A light blush appeared on her cheeks, her lips parting as she stumbled over her words briefly. 

“Hi, I’m um- my name is Sarah.” Her words were breathy, her lips clamping shut the moment her introduction was finished. Agatha chuckled, reaching up a hand to play with a strand of Sarah’s short hair. 

“I like this one, let’s play with her.” Blue eyes flashed as Sarah whipped around, her fingers trembling against the glass. Wanda took a peek inside her mind, pleased to see the girl’s thoughts swirling with thoughts of both of them on top of her. 

“Behave yourself for once, please.” Green eyes met blue, and flashed in warning. Agatha conceded, releasing her hold on the young girl’s hair. She moved her hands to a much safer location, resting lightly on her glass while Wanda reached a hand towards Sarah’s rapidly reddening face. 

Cool fingers met her jaw, and the girl turned towards Wanda with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted as her gaze roamed the redhead’s face. Smiling softly, Wanda let her fingers lightly trace the girl’s lips, her eyes locked on them as she felt Sarah’s breath hitch. 

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” Wanda made sure to let her lips press briefly against Sarah’s ear, enjoying the way the girl shuddered beneath her. Agatha watched with a small smirk, nodding her approval when the young girl nodded eagerly. 

Making their way towards the back, Wanda made sure to keep her hands on the young girl. They lingered around her waist, her hips, drifting downwards as Sarah stumbled slightly. Agatha followed half a step behind, reading the girl’s mind as she ensured that Wanda wasn’t getting too overwhelmed. 

Wanda was feeling fantastic. Everytime she moved her fingers, even slightly, Sarah’s breath changed and she would trip over her own feet. Wanda found it adorable, and made sure to keep as much of her body touching Sarah’s as she could. 

Eventually, they made their way to one of the playrooms provided at the back of the club, Agatha murmuring something to the security just outside the area as Wanda ushered the girl inside. Making her way after them, Agatha shut the door firmly as Wanda pushed Sarah against the wall, trapping her with her hips. 

Sarah didn’t seem to mind, her hands shaking slightly as she hesitantly put them on Wanda’s waist, her eyes locked on the redhead’s lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against Wanda's as much as she could, enjoying the way green eyes darkened at the action. 

Feeling the hands around her waist tighten, Wanda maneuvered herself slightly until her thigh slipped between Sarah’s legs. Pressing her firmer against the wall, she smirked when the girl gasped, her hips rutting against her thigh slightly. 

Sensing movement behind her, Wanda glanced over her shoulder, watching as Agatha slowly made her way over to a chair and sitting down. She crossed her legs, getting comfortable as she gave Wanda a single nod. 

‘Go ahead, hon. Let’s see you in action.’

Wanda took a breath, calming herself slightly as Sarah’s hands squeezed her waist once more. The girl grew bolder, her hips moving faster as her hands drifted lower. Wanda turned back towards her, noticing the way her pupils were blown and her breath was coming out in short, desperate pants.  

Moving quickly, Wanda gripped Sarah’s wrists and pinned them to the wall. Pressing her full body against hers, she captured her lips between her own, letting her teeth graze them in warning. Using one hand to hold the girl’s wrists above her head, the other drifted towards her chest, fingers quickly finding her nipple and rolling it. 

The girl moaned, leaning into her touch, and Wanda throbbed. 

“Please.”

Smirking, Wanda pulled back. Sarah’s eyes were slightly glazed, unfocused as she tried to move her hips. It was exhilarating, knowing that she’d made the poor girl this desperate. All from a few simple touches and a single kiss. Wanda wondered what would happen if she did more. 

“Please what? Use your words, darling.” Wanda rolled her fingers again, trapping the girl’s nipple between them. Sarah arched against her, a small whine escaping her as she struggled briefly against the redhead’s hold on her wrists. Pulling slightly, a surge of arousal shot through her when the girl let out a moan, the noise strained as she attempted to surge forwards. 

“I- please… fuck.” She couldn’t get any words out, and Agatha chuckled slowly from her chair. Wanda felt something shift inside her at the girl’s desperation. Something calmed, her mind sharpening past her own arousal as she focused solely on Sarah. 

Humming, Wanda moved closer. She let her lips slightly graze the trembling ones before her. Sarah’s hips moved again, and Wanda sighed. “You can do better than that, sweetheart. Try again for me.”

A frustrated groan sounded out, muffled by Wanda’s lips. Biting down slightly, she slowly backed up, pulling Sarah with her. Catching a glimpse of the bed, Wanda pushes the trembling girl towards it, reveling in the gasp Sarah releases when the backs of her knees hit the mattress. 

Breaking the kiss, Wanda pushes her firmly down until she’s seated on the end of the bed. Nudging Sarah’s knees open, she moves to stand between them, her hands tangling with her hair. Moving slowly, the girl moves her hands up Wanda’s thighs before wrapping them around her waist. 

The movement seems hesitant, and Wanda knows what it means. Sarah’s nervous, yet filled with anticipation at the same time. It’s exactly what Wanda had felt like for her first time with Agatha, and for a moment, she feels like she’s weirdly looking through a mirror. 

“I just…” Sarah struggles with her words for a moment, and Wanda just strokes her cheeks gently, calming her down slightly. Taking a peek inside her head, she’s surprised to find that it's working, and Wanda feels a rush of something at the knowledge that she is directly influencing the emotions and arousal of another person. 

“I want you to touch me, and-” Sarah pauses, biting her lip. Wand nods reassuringly, making sure to keep her eyes soft. “I want you to make me feel good, and I’m already feeling fuzzy.”

Moving closer, Wanda places her lips next to the girl’s ear. Making sure that her voice is low, Wanda tangles her hand in Sarah’s hair before yanking her head back gently, a strangled moan escaping her. 

“Elaborate.” 

Sarah whimpers, closing her eyes briefly as she gathers her thoughts. When she opens them again, Wanda sees that her pupils are blown, black taking over her irises. “Everytime you say something, or tell me what to do, or touch me and move me around where you want me to go, I just sink into this sort of fog?” 

Wanda glances over at Agatha, knowing what Sarah means. It’s slightly intimidating, to know that she’s guiding Sarah into subspace. It’s a lot of trust from the young girl, but at Agatha’s reassuring smile, Wanda calms slightly. Breathing deeply, she calms her racing heartbeat, pausing for a moment before returning her focus to the girl seated before her. 

“That’s a good thing, darling. I promise.” Wanda lets her thumb rest on the girl’s jaw. Sarah closes her eyes, parting her lips as Wanda’s fingers inch closer to them. “Just relax, and let me make you feel good.”

Agatha leaned back in her seat, clenching her thighs together slightly as she watched Wanda gently guide the younger girl into a deeper state of submission. She was quite proud, having worked hard to teach Wanda everything she knew about the kinkier aspects of sex. 

Sure, sex was physical. Agatha, however, liked the mental component involved with the kinkier side of intimacy. She liked the power dynamic, and the shifting of power with a single touch or look. Most importantly, she liked being in control.  

However, in the past few weeks, Wanda had been testing that control that Agatha so desperately craved. She could sense a budding dominatrix in the young redhead, and taught her as best she could without letting go of the reins. Tonight however, was the first step for Wanda in learning to be in control of her own emotions and powers and also exert that same control over a submissive. 

But alas, Agatha was reminiscing. She refocused, her ears picking up on the faint sound of lips dancing against each other as the younger girl moaned openly into Wanda’s mouth. Taking in the scene, Agatha was proud to see that Wanda had pushed Sarah fully onto the bed, hovering over her with her thighs on either side of the girl’s hips. Her hands held down her wrists, and the younger girl was desperately arching her back, seeking any source of friction she could find. 

Diving into Wanda’s surface thoughts, Agatha smiled at the organized mind she found. Wanda was completely aware of her own powers and emotions, keeping everything in check as she focused on her control with Sarah. As predicted, exerting control over someone else helped Wanda immensely with control over herself. Surprisingly, more than submission did. 

Agatha made a mental note to bring this up later to the redhead, before settling fully back in her seat and enjoying the show. After all, who said she couldn’t have fun? Besides, Wanda’s ass looked great from this angle. 

“Pick a safe word.” Wanda pulled back slightly, repeating her words when Sarah tried to chase her lips. Her blonde hair was strewn around her head, her eyes rapidly blinking as she processed. 

“Um,” She tried to get some words out, but couldn’t think of anything. Wanda was still in her mind, and upon realizing how spaced out Sarah was, used her free hand to gently stroke the girl’s face. It seemed as though her touch helped ground the girl, as her thoughts became more coherent, a word popping into existence. 

“Vanilla.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, and Agatha chuckled behind her. A blush spread rapidly on the young girl's face, her eyes glancing between the Wanda on to pof her and the brunette in the chair. 

“Behave.” The words were sharp, and Sarah’s heart stopped momentarily before she realized that it wasn’t directed at her. Agatha’s eyebrows rose, and she narrowed her eyes as her and Wanda stayed locked in a staring contest, the moment passing quickly. 

Turning back to the girl currently trapped beneath her, Wanda smiled slowly. “That’s a good word, remember it.” 

Nodding quickly, Sarah glanced back down towards the redhead’s lips. They parted, a warm breath that tasted faintly of cherries hitting her cheeks, and she moaned as they met hers. It was impossible to describe just how soft the redhead’s lips were, and before she could start to think of any adjectives, her mind went blank as Wanda’s tongue brushed her lower lip. 

Gently exploring the younger girl’s mouth, Wanda slowly maneuvered her body as she swallowed all the moans Sarah so freely offered up. Her leg moved between the girl’s parted thighs, and using a firm amount of pressure, Wanda connected her knee to Sarah’s core. 

Gasping, the young girl briefly disconnected her lips from Wanda’s. She arched into the touch, and Wanda took the opportunity to attach her lips to her neck, sucking softly as moans and gasps flooded her ears. 

“Fuck.” That’s the only word Sarah can seem to get out, her eyes rolling back as Wanda bites down. The sting of her teeth digging into the soft skin of the girl’s neck causes pleasure to race towards her already over heating core. Moving slightly more frantically, Sarah rolls her hips against the knee pressing so deliciously against her. 

Wanda smirked. 

Giving the young girl absolutely no time to think or process what was happening, Wanda pulled away. Pulling the cuffs that were pre-attached to the headboard towards her, she swiftly attached them to Sarah’s wrists. 

Struggling uselessly against the restraints, Sarah wanted to whine in protest when the redhead dismounted her. The knee against her leaking pussy disappeared, and she let out a shaky breath at the loss. Looking over towards the brunette, Sarah closed her legs at the feeling of those all-knowing blue eyes roaming her skin. 

“Don’t do that.” 

At the sound of Wanda’s commanding voice, Sarah whipped her head around, her eyes landing on the vibrating dildo the woman held. She whimpered, confused as Wanda began walking towards her, setting the toy on the bed before gripping the girl’s ankles tightly. Sarah’s eyes widened in understanding, and she moaned as Wanda forced her legs apart. 

“Do not hide yourself from us. Good submissives let their dominants see every inch of them, and you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Green eyes bore into hers as Wanda spoke, her head tilting slightly. Something about the gesture made Sarah’s blood run cold, and arousal rush towards her already drenched pussy. 

“Yes ma’am.” She squeaked, her breaths speeding up slightly as Wanda raised a single eyebrow. 

This time, it was Agatha who spoke up. “Yes, what? Elaborate for us, sweet cheeks.”

Blood rushed towards Sarah’s already pink face, and she suddenly had to urge to hide. However, there was nowhere to go, Wanda had made sure of that. She took a steadying breath, then managed, “Yes, I’m a good girl.” 

The wide smile of Wanda’s face made the embarrassment worth it, and Sarah sighed in relief when she released her tight hold on her ankles, an unspoken command to keep her legs spread as she reached for the dildo. 

The short skirt that Sarah was wearing was ripped off, both Wanda and Agatha making pleased sounds at the lack of underwear on her. 

“I’m going to make you feel very good, is that alright with you?” Wanda’s gaze was hot, her fingers slowly collecting the wetness from Sarah’s pussy and spreading it onto the dildo. The girl was drenched, juices flowing freely as she attempted to buck against her hand. 

Nodding quickly, Sarah bit her lip. This was what she’d been hoping for, to be fucked by a dominant woman, and now her wish was coming true. It was better than anything she could have imagined. 

“Just remember, if it gets to be too much, use your safe word.” Agatha reminded the girl, her own hand slipping beneath her waistband. She had her legs spread, fingers gently stroking her own protruding clit as a damp spot formed in her underwear. 

Wanda glanced back, taking in the sight before smirking briefly and wiggling her backside slightly as if to say, ‘enjoy the show.’ Then, she turned on the toy to a medium setting. Making sure the dildo was fully lubricated, Wanda teased the entrance of Sarah’s pussy. She wanted to hear her beg, and looked at her expectantly. 

“I- please. I really want you to…” Sarah trailed off, Wanda nudging her clit with the toy and sending bolts of electricity through her. She refocused, eyes widening when the redhead tilted her head again. “Please fuck me, ma’am. I really want you to. Really, really badly.”

Taking in the girl’s pleading expression and sweet words, Wanda uttered a quick ‘good girl’ before thrusting the toy all the way inside Sarah in one, quick movement. Agatha moaned at the same time that Sarah did, although the girl writhing on the bed was much louder. 

Setting a relentless pace, Wanda watched in fascination as the young girl beneath her quickly started coming undone. It was like all shame and embarrassment had left her, the only thing on her mind was how good she felt and how badly she wanted to cum. Pulling her own consciousness from Sarah’s, Wanda focused all her attention on bringing the girl’s orgasm to the surface. 

Agatha slipped two fingers inside of herself, surprised by the wetness she found. She hadn’t expected to be this turned on, but something about Wanda’s dominant nature was just so… arousing. Watching closely, she fucked herself at the same pace that Wanda fucked the young girl. Her own orgasm rising, she held it off as Sarah’s moans became slightly louder, her wrists pulling desperately at the restraints. 

“Ask for permission.” Wanda commanded, and the words came tumbling out of Sarah’s mouth. She begged like she had been starving for days, and her appetite could only be sated by food fed to her from Wanda’s nimble fingers. Her words flowed freely, syllables overlapping as her voice became breathy from the effort it took to hold back her orgasm. 

Eventually, the words ran out, still flowing inside her head but unable to be spoken as Wanda worked her closer to the edge. Thrusting steadily, the redhead enjoyed the unspoken pleas as the girl’s hips twitched as her muscles contracted in anticipation. 

With a few final strokes, Wanda brought the young girl to the edge, and allowed her to fall over it. Overwhelming pleasure coursed through her, and Sarah forced deep breaths of air into her lungs as she shook. Wanda’s fingers danced over her clit, prolonging the pleasure as victorious moans sounded out. 

Distracted by a quiet gasping sound, Wanda turned her head slightly with the intention of asking Agatha how she liked the show. Her surprise must have shown on her face, because Agatha simply smiled widely at her as she trembled from the aftershocks of her own orgasm. Pulling her soaked fingers out from her pants, Agatha let Wanda enjoy the glistening juices that dripped down her knuckles for a brief moment, before sucking her own fingers into her mouth and moaning quietly. 

Working her jaw slightly at the sight, Wanda refocused her attention on the girl now squirming beneath her. Setting the vibration slightly higher, she let a slow smile spread across her face as the realization set in on Sarah’s face. 

Overstimulating the girl, Wanda forced orgasm after orgasm out of her aching pussy. By the end, Sarah was practically limp as the last bits of pleasure were drained from her overused body. Her clit sent painful jolts through her nervous system every time Wanda so much as grazed it, and she was positive that she would be sore for days.

With a kind smile, Wanda cleaned her up using a warm washcloth and soothing words. Agatha helped strip the bed as Sarah felt those same hands that had brought her insurmountable pleasure running over her back, now clothed in a thin robe. Closing her eyes, she leaned into the touch, feeling herself return to reality. 

Sarah had never felt better. 

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“So…”

Wanda sighed, sinking further into her chair. She stared into her glass, swirling her wine around  as she tried to collect her thoughts. Agatha had taken over once she’d realized that Wanda had gotten stuck in her own head. Ensuring that Sarah had a ride home and paying their tab at the bar, she’d whisked the overwhelmed redhead home before popping open a bottle of their favorite red wine. 

It smelled faintly of cherries. Wanda sighed and took a sip. 

“I suppose I’m just confused.” That was all she could manage for the moment, and even Agatha couldn’t make any sense of the thoughts swirling around in the redhead’s mind. She nodded slowly, taking a sip of her own wine as she threw her thoughts back on the events of the evening. 

“I mean,” Wanda paused, her eyebrows scrunching together slightly. Agatha wanted to run her thumb over the wrinkles. She blinked, where had that thought come from?

Running her fingers around the rim of her glass, Wanda continued. “I really enjoy being your submissive, but I was able to control my powers and emotions better when I’m the one in control.”

Agatha could practically feel the young woman’s mind trying not to split itself in two, waging a war between its dominant and submissive mindset. Moving forwards and setting her wine glass down, Agatha moved to kneel between Wanda’s thighs. She reached up, her hand gently resting on the redhead’s jaw as she waited for green eyes to meet her own. 

“You can be both. People aren’t just one thing, hon.” 

Realization dawned, Wanda’s skin smoothing over as her eyes widened fractionally. “Oh.” She felt a bit foolish, but Agatha must have still been in her head, because she chuckled and shook her head. 

“It’s alright if you like being dominant more, sweet cheeks. Whatever makes you the most comfortable will make your partner the most comfortable.” Agatha returned to her seat, sipping her wine as she studied Wanda’s face. 

She was nodding, her red hair falling slightly over her shoulder as she did so. Her fingers still absentmindedly played with the rim of her glass, her eyes focused on the carpet in front of her. Taking a quick peek into her mind, Agatha was pleased to see that Wanda was sorting through her thoughts, placing different emotions into boxes. 

Confusion, in a box. Relief, in a box. Curiosity, in a box. Clarity, in a box. Understanding, in a box. 

The storms in those green eyes cleared, and Wanda looked up with a small smile on her face. “Well,” she drawled, taking a sip of her drink as she met dark blue eyes. “In that case, I quite enjoyed that experience.”

She finished her wine, her mind already swirling with ideas. She could feel Agatha’s smug look from across the room, the woman looking far too pleased with herself. Flexing her fingers, Wanda recalled the way she’d left bruises on the young girl’s hip as she gasped into her ear. 

Looking up, she mirrored the smirk Agatha wore. “I’d quite like to do it again.”

A wild cackle sounded throughout the room, sounding every last bit like a gleeful witch as wine flowed as freely as Wanda’s newfound love of dominance. That night, a new string of fate was formed, connecting a powerful redhead on the verge of revelation, and a young girl, still trembling from the feel of a gun in her hands.

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