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Come With Us and You Will See

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

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

18+ ONLY

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

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The Ghouls All Came From Their Humble Abodes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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➵MASTERLIST

➵ ONE SHOTS

Mark Me.

Mommy.

Like a Book.

Putting Out for Me.

Dark.

First Time.

Asleep.

No Touching.

Mouth.

Strapwarming.

Brat.

Tutor.

Rings.

Hers.

Oral Fixation.

F*cktoy.

Hayloft.

Fl*shlight.

Somno.

Ovulate.

Bloodlust.

Corrupted.

Throat.

Pillow.

Ghost.

The Woods.

Halloween.

Princess Parts.

C*msl*t.

Onlyfans.

Present.

Ghostface.

Religion.

Palette.

Tarot.

Bubblegum.

Tinseltown.

Familiar.

Bump, Set, Spike.

Home Intruder.

Good Morning.

Skirt.

The Scarlet Siren.

➵ SERIES

The Darkhold.

Déjà Vu. | part 1 part 2

Mind Games.

Whorehouse.

Seeing Red.

The Human Psyche.

Mentor. | part 1 part 2 part 3

Violent Night.

Little Pill. | part 1 part 2

➵ ONE SHOTS

We’ll Never Have Sex.

On Your Knees.

Uncontrollable.

The After-Party.

Polaroid.

Porto Ercole.

Innocence.

Swimming Pool.

Jealousy, Jealousy.

Philosykos.

Like I Do.

Fireplace.

Shower.

69.

Autumn Love.

Relax.

Housewife.

Thanksgiving.

Obedience.

My Girl.

Birthday.

Nightclub.

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wandasobsession · 19 days ago

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3 fics… 3 nights of terror…

all hallow’s eve (10/25/24)

nosferatu (10/28/24)

malevolent (10/31/24)

beware … you’re in for a scare …

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wandasobsession · 20 days ago

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Temperance (2/3)

pairing: wanda maximoff x female!reader plot: Your best friend Kate convinced you to do charity work in Sokovia with some of your old classmates, including your former bully Vision and his girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, who you inconveniently took too much of a liking in. warnings: 18+ !! minors dni. wanda is with vision... bad words, allusions to suicidal thoughts, angst. mild sexual content. that’s it. i think <3 word count: 2500

: Part 1

Once again, you laid awake at night, thinking about Wanda. Ever since you've met her, she's been the only thought on your mind. Well, not quite literally. Of course you still had time to worry about other things. But as soon as you laid in silence, it felt like your brain was broken. No matter how hard you had tried, in the end it was all Wanda. You were sure that after this trip you'd have to put yourself in a mental hospital. Or at least have a bunch of therapy sessions. How else were you ever supposed to return back to your normal life after you met her?

“Time to get up you fuckers!,” roared Bucky from the ground floor. His raspy voice echoed through the halls of the huge building you were sleeping in. Still half asleep, you turned to the side and looked at the time.

Fucking hell.

You felt like you've been hit by a truck. Before you even had a chance to sit upright, the door swung open.

“Get up, princesses. You don't get paid for lying around.” ordered Bucky, who was still standing in the doorway in his pyjamas.

“Bucky, we're not getting paid at all. Besides, it's only 6 o'clock. Since when do we get up so early?” you replied, obviously annoyed.

It wasn't that you didn't feel like helping anymore. Making a difference was a nice feeling, especially because you felt like you hadn't contributed anything meaningful to the world in recent years. You might as well have not existed at all, you always thought to yourself. The days were all just a blur. But now you were here and everything was different. Getting up earlier also meant seeing Wanda for longer. You didn't quite know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. You wanted to see Wanda. Of course you wanted to see her.

“We are getting paid with love and gratitude, so get up,” Bucky said firmly. He grabbed the first object he could find, in this case luckily a stuffed animal, and threw it at Kate, who was still asleep next to you.

“You too Kate!,” Bucky warned.

“I'm awake!!!,” Kate grumbled and threw the stuffed animal back in a heartbeat, right against Bucky's head.

Wanda and Vision were asleep in the next room. On your first day here, you thought that would be a good thing. At least you'd be close to Wanda. However, Vision wasn't included in your calculations. The first time you heard banging against the wall between your room and theirs, followed by dampened moans, a cold shiver ran down your spine.

No fucking way.

You had met Wanda for the first time less than 24 hours earlier. When you and Kate were standing in front of Vision's luxurious private jet, you almost failed to see the vehicle. You were busy working on your suitcase when you looked up and saw her. Wanda was standing just a few centimeters in front of you, talking to the pilot, when she looked over and smiled at you. In that very moment, your world has been turned around. You don't know if you imagined it, but she wasn't just quickly grinning at you. It felt like minutes were passing, the pilot next to her engrossed in a long monologue. You don't know what he was talking about. All you know is that at some point you had to break eye-contact because it felt like she was starring right into your soul. Almost like she was reading your mind. Since then, it's been all going downhill. Getting up early means seeing Wanda for longer. And seeing Wanda is probably not good for you. You can't bear a broken heart right now. You just wanted to help dogs.

“Vision get your ass up and put some clothes on man, that's disgusting,” you heared Bucky shout from next door.

Why am I still doing this to myself?

By 8 o'clock, everyone had managed to get out the door reasonably fresh. Vision had rented two extremely expensive cars from his daddy money, which you used every morning to drive to an animal shelter in the north. The journey took about 40 minutes. Something that could have been easily avoided if you hadn't had to rent the only available mansion in Sokovia. But who were you to judge.

“Babe, I think I want to drive the Lambo today and give y/n a ride. Please?”

You turned to your right and saw Wanda looking up at Vision with an innocent smile, her arm wrapped around his bicep. You didn't know what to say. Whether you should say anything at all. Why would Wanda want to give you a ride? Does she want to be alone with you? Would you even survive being alone with her? Vision looked at Wanda critically, then his eyes drifted to you.

“Um…sure,” Vision replied, somewhat perplexed. He seemed just as surprised as you were.

“I'm going with you guys,” Kate said almost in the same breath and put her arms around Steve and Bucky.

Of course Kate knew how you felt about Wanda. You told her straight away, otherwise you probably would have gone mad. Now she grinned mischievously at you.

And suddenly you found yourself alone in the car with Wanda. You don't remember how you got into the car, but you could swear your heart was pounding in your throat. Wanda, on the other hand, looked calm. She always looked calm around you, as if nothing could faze her. She had her left hand on the steering wheel, her right arm resting loosely on the center console. You couldn't read her. Not even close. Her eyes were fixed on the road, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. You, on the other hand, were nervously playing with your hands and tried to keep your focus on your surroundings. While you started counting the trees you were passing in a desperate attempt to not lose your shit, you noticed that the ride was already halfway over and Wanda hadn't said a word.

Why did she want to drive with me if she wasn't going to say a word to me? Does she expect me to say something?

But what could you say? You didn't know much about Wanda and you got incredibly nervous around her. It's not as if you had nothing to say. The contrary was the case really. You wanted to know everything about her. What her favorite books are, what movies remind her of her childhood, what perfume she wears. What perfume does she wear? Whenever Wanda was close to you, you felt almost bewitched. Her smell was definitely etched somewhere into your brain. But you couldn't ask that. Sometimes it's better to say nothing than to break something. Something that doesn't even exist yet.

But then you looked to the side. And Wanda smiled at you. You hadn't noticed that you were standing at a traffic light. The first rays of dawn shone into her moss-green eyes and you couldn't think straight. You had to take the chance.

“Hi,” was the only word that left your lips. You said it quickly and energetically, as if you had just met each other randomly on the street.

Wanda smirked and returned a somewhat confused “Hi?,” before the traffic light turned green and her gaze went back to the road.

Great y/n, really great.

After you managed to somehow compose yourself, you tried again. “I-... wanted to thank you. For letting me see the Lamborghini from the inside. That's really kind of you.”

Wanda chuckled, her eyes still focused on the road, “Don't be silly. It's my pleasure.”

Usually either Wanda or Vision were driving the Lamborghini to wherever you guys were needed. But it was always the two of them, alone, together. The rest of you would take the other car. At first you were upset about you and Wanda never driving together. Sure, Kate, Steve and Bucky were probably a lot more fun to drive with. But you were wondering what kind of music Wanda was listening to. If she had a certain playlist she would put on in the car. Now you were sitting next to her and the volume of the music was too quiet to hear much.

“What song is this?,” you asked quietly. It was supposed to come out louder, more confident.

Wanda turned her head slightly towards you again.

“Excuse me?”

You could already feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. She didn't understand you. And now that you had to repeat the question, you realized how stupid it was. You could have asked something, just anything else. Show that you're interested in her. But instead-

“Y/n?,” Wanda asked with a worried look. Her head tilted a little to the side. You were getting so hot it was almost unbearable.

“Sorry, did you say something?,” you asked, your cheeks flushed.

Wanda was silent for a moment and then smirked again.

“Y/n, you were saying something.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I-. Just asked what song is playing. But that was a stupid question-”

Before you could finish, Wanda firmly put her hand on yours. You hadn't realized that you were nervously tugging at the hem of your jacket. Now her hand was holding yours still.

“You don't have to say you're sorry sweetheart,” she said with a calm expression, her eyes fixed on the road again. Wanda lifted her hand from yours and turned the volume up. You immediately missed her touch. How intense it felt. As you looked to the side, you saw Wanda smiling.

“This song is one of my favorites. My brother and I listen to it all the time when we hang out.”

“You have a brother?” you asked, genuinely interested.

“Yes, a twin brother," Wanda replied, her smile only getting bigger. “His name is Pietro. We were attached by the hip when we were kids.”

You spent the rest of the journey talking about Wanda's family and why Pietro wasn't in Sokovia to help the street dogs. Wanda had suggested it to him, but according to Wanda, Pietro has “more important things to do”. It turned out that Kate was right; it was Wanda's idea to come here. As a child, she had always wanted to take all the street dogs home with her, but her parents didn't have the money or resources for a pet. They could barely support the family.

“Today I'm in a position where I can really make a difference. I guess that is all I have ever wanted. Changing something for the better,” Wanda said, her tone carrying sincerity.

“You should be really proud of yourself Wanda,” you responded, the admiration you felt for the woman in front of you written all over your face.

“Thank you y/n. I really appreciate it,” Wanda retorted, placing her hand gently on your knee. Even through the fabric of your jeans, you could feel how soft her hand was. Her index finger began to circle around on your knee and it took a lot of self-control to not let out any inappropriate noise. You bit your bottom lip to suppress your building excitement, your eyes everywhere but on Wanda. You two just had your first decent conversation and you weren't about to let it go to waste. But before you could collect yourself, the hand on your knee lifted and you felt two fingers under your chin. Wanda turned your face effortlessly in her direction. One could think that the look on her face was innocent and sweet. That her thumb didn't intentionally brush against your bottom lip, trying to get a reaction out of you. But you knew better.

“You don't have to hold back y/n. You can't hide from me anyway,” Wanda murmured, her grip on your chin slightly tightening.

And before you could process what situation you were in, your alone time was over. Wanda couldn't even bring the car to a halt, Vision already knocking on the window with a smarmy grin on his face. He had once again shoved a toothpick between his teeth, probably because he thought it would make him look cooler. When Wanda got out without looking back at you, Vision took a good swing and slapped Wanda on the butt. You didn't understand how Vision had managed to pull Wanda. You wondered if Wanda knew how Vision treated you back in school. How could Wanda fall in love with such an asshole?

“Y/n?,” you suddenly heard from your right side. Kate had opened the passenger door for you and was grinning in your face.

“Are you ready?” she asked with a sly smile.

Without Kate, Vision would probably have bullied you into adulthood. But rich people always have to play nice with each other. Being friends with Kate has at least always guaranteed that no one dares to put you down. And somehow she's become your anchor ever since.

“Sure, I'll come,” you said a little frantically and got out of the car.

Today you were just on site, making sure that all the new arrivals were bathed and cared for. It was actually a relaxing job, but your mind was racing. You kept losing your focus when the redhead crossed your path. You tried to stay cool, to pretend that you hadn't been up all night because your thoughts about Wanda wouldn't let you sleep.

“And? How was the ride?” Kate asked excitedly as she sat down next to you on a bench, a little away from the others.

“Good, I think.”

“Good, what else?”

“Nothing more.”

Kate sighed and looked at you critically.

“Come on y/n. You've wanted nothing more than to be alone with Wanda all these days. And now you're saying it was good?”

Kate had this way of not leaving you alone until she heard what she wanted to hear from you. And in the end, you couldn't hide anything from Kate anyway. So you started to tell her. What you talked about, that Wanda told you about her family. And, of course, that her hands had found their way to you. Once again. She's been driving you crazy the last few days. Sometimes it's a light touch on your arm, sometimes a hand on your shoulder, sometimes her hands end up on your hips. You wondered if you were just imagining the magnetic bond between you two. Maybe Wanda was just a touchy person in general. It wouldn't be the first time you imagined someone liked you more than they actually did.

“Well, Wanda hasn't touched me, as far as I know, in the last few days. Or at all,” Kate recalled.

“Do you think I'm imagining things Kate?,” your concern clearly written on your face.

“I don't know y/n. But either way, you should be careful. We don't know Wanda well and I don't want you to come out of this hurt.”

You really wanted to listen to Kate. But deep down, you knew it was already too late. You were too deeply invested in this. Wanda already had you wrapped around her little finger. And it wasn't just you who knew that. Wanda was aware of it too.

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wandasobsession · 21 days ago

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Temperance (1/3)

Patience is a virtue. Patience is the solution. These have been your only thoughts for days now. From a self-imposed affirmation to a recurring echo in your head, this reminder is all you had to get through the situation at hand. What else could you do? Keep trying to ignore your desire? The craving that has kept you awake for days and nights?

The thing is, you may be able to trick your brain for a while. Convince yourself that the way her nose wrinkles when she grins doesn't do anything to you. That the way her middle and ring finger draw the same patterns over and over again on the pages of her book whenever she is deep in thought, doesn't stir something inside of you. That the muffled moans coming from her and Vision's room at night don't bother you. Your brain has managed to lie to itself for a long time, but you can no longer ignore what Wanda is doing to you. So instead of denying your feelings, you decided that you have to sit through them. Until you can finally leave this place.

You weren't planning on pining after your old classmate's girlfriend, but here you were. Miles away from home, locked up with the constant reminder that you can never be with Wanda the way you want to. Originally, the three months in Sokovia were supposed to fulfill you. You just wanted to take care of the local street dogs with your best friend Kate. Do something good. That was it.

“Come on y/n, you've always had a heart for street animals,” your best friend said to you at the time. Back then she turned up at your door without a warning and told you about this great trip Vision had planned.

“Kate, I barely got anything done last semester. I can't waste another one. Besides, my boss never gives me that long of a vacation.”

You knew Kate wouldn't leave your apartment until you said yes. You could tell by the way her eyes were gleaming. How she slightly bend over the table you were sitting at, her gaze not leaving you for one second. Of course, the whole thing is much easier for Kate. Her mother is filthy rich. Kate can basically do whatever she wants. She could disappear for one year, travel the world with money she didn't earn and wouldn't have to worry about her life back home for one moment. You don't have that luxury.

“Think about it. First of all, you do something that fulfills you. Besides, I know you y/n. You haven't wanted to work in that rancid bakery for months. We'll find something new for you afterwards. Not to mention that volunteering to help street dogs for three months looks great on your CV. Plus: I heard Vision rented a mansion”

Vision. The name alone triggered something in you. Vision is not only the son of the famous billionaire Tony Stark, but also a giant asshole. Before Vision knew you were friends with Kate, he took every opportunity to trigger you in some way. Like standing in front of your locker with his group of followers for no reason, just so you couldn't get to it. The worst thing he ever did was probably when he stole your notebook and read out loud in class what you had written about your former classmate Natasha. Some cheesy and cringe poem you managed to suppress from your memories. From that day on, it wasn't just the whole school that knew you liked women. You also were never able to look Natasha in the eye again. But Vision somehow always managed to come out of it okay. His reputation was disgustingly squeaky clean.

“It's so weird imagining Vision doing something voluntarily that doesn't serve only himself. Are you sure he isn't just joking?,” you had asked back then.

“I think he has really changed since high school. Besides, his girlfriend is originally from Sokovia and I think it was her idea? I don't know for sure. But please, y/n, join me. I'd do anything to spend more than an hour a week with my best friend. And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Vision specifically asked if you want to join.”

You've never been able to deny Kate a wish. But also, it's never led you into such a miserable situation before. So this is where you were. In a villa far too grand for it to feel like a prison. Besides Vision, Wanda and Kate, there were two other old classmates; Steve and Bucky. Living together turned out to be easier than you thought, especially considering the fact that Vision was there. But your feelings for Wanda kept causing you problems. Whenever the redhead came near you, you started to stumble over your words. One long look alone could throw you completely off balance. But it was even worse when she smiled at you. When she listened to you and her head slightly tilted at the same time. Or when you were cooking and she suddenly appeared behind you, her hand softly placed around your waist and her head set down on your shoulder.

“What are you blessing us with this evening?,” she inquired with an almost teasing tone in her voice.

Before you were able to even articulate anything, she took her free hand, slid it along your arm and took the wooden spoon out of your hand.

“May I?,” her voice dangerously low, as she already moved the spoon towards her mouth, looking straight at you. You just gulped and managed a small nod as Wanda put the spoon in her mouth, her gaze never leaving you as she sucked it clean. Her green eyes were barely visible as her dilated pupils covered them almost completely. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she handed the spoon back to you.

“You're so good at this y/n,” Wanda groans, her hand which still holds onto your waist making its way to your lower back, smoothly slipping under your loose t-shirt. The cold rings on her fingers on your warm skin immediately sent shivers down your spine. Her pinky slightly slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants before she left you standing alone in the kitchen.

She must do this on purpose. There is no other way.

You thought to yourself. But what was the use? Either you are right and she does it on purpose or you are wrong and project your fantasies onto her. In both cases, it is best to simply stay away from Wanda. Because there is no way you don't end up completely fucked. Right?

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wandasobsession · 22 days ago

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22 // Masquerade // On The Inside

Summary: Wanda is an undercover cop who does some things she wouldn’t expect while in prison.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: forced kissing, pussy eating, dirty cop

Word count: 1.1k

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Wanda’s POV:

I had never been in trouble in my life, but now I was in prison as an undercover cop, and it was terrifying. I had to pretend to be tough and brave, which I was normally, but being in an unfamiliar situation put me off my game, and this wasn’t exactly the best situation to be in. All I had to do was watch and possibly extract information from one of the inmates, but I was barely here a whole week and I was being harassed - and I had to do my best to not act like a cop.

I tried to stand my ground, but these women were in here for a reason and without authority, I was outnumbered and outgunned.

I was a new inmate - fresh meat, and they made it very obvious that they were all very hungry.

I was cornered by two bigger women; pushing me around, touching me and I knew I was in deep.

“Back off.” I growled and one of them grabbed me, pushing me up against a nearby wall.

“Hey.” A voice called out.

A girl with a scar on her eyebrow and deep, dark eyes walked up to us, interrupting the woman’s assault on me.

“That one’s mine.”

The woman swirled around and laughed, letting me go and turning her attention to this other girl.

“Yeah, pipsqueak? Says who?”

“Says me. Just ask the last bitch that thought she could take something that belonged to me.”

The woman looked from the girl to her accomplice, and from the look on her face, let me go. I fell back against the wall and gritted my teeth, knowing I couldn’t do anything to blow my cover.

“Get lost.”

The two women scurried off and I was left alone with the girl who said she owns me.

“I don’t know if I should be thanking you or not.” I said softly, standing tall to appear less meek.

“You should.” She walked up to me and closed the distance between us, pressing her lips to mine and shoving her tongue nearly down my throat.

I put my hands up to her chest and pushed, huffing angrily. She smiled and wiped my spit off her mouth, winking at me.

“That’s just a taste. Wait until tonight.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about it? I’ve been ready for it since I first saw you. It’ll be easier for us both if you just let it happen.”

I did my best to make myself look bigger and scarier than I was, but she just laughed and looked amused.

“Cute. But remember, if it’s not me, it’ll be someone else.” She looked around and nodded her head at me. “Not sure if the other broads around here will be as gentle as I will.”

Something about this girl was alluring and attractive, but this was an insane notion. I couldn’t just be used and passed around like that … right?

“It’s a madhouse in here. If you have nothing to offer,” she gestured to my body. “They’ll take something else. You need protection and I’m offering my services.”

“For what in return?”

She smirked.

“You know what.”

I frowned. Maybe it would be beneficial to team up with this girl. Teaming up was so much more different than what I would be doing, but it was the best way to describe it.

“Okay.” I whispered and she tilted her head at me in confusion.

“Okay?”

I nodded.

“I’ll sleep with you.”

“It was that easy?”

“It was that easy.”

“C’mon.” She took my hand and led me down the hallway towards the laundry room, where she led us in and then closed the door behind us. “Nice and cushioned.”

She sat on and pat a pile of sheets and I took that as an invitation, sitting next to her awkwardly.

“How often do you do this?” I asked meekly and she snorted.

“Never. I’m all talk.” She leaned back onto the sheets and looked up at the ceiling. “Make sure to make some sexy noises so the others think I’m fucking you good.”

I stared at her for a moment before taking her hand, smiling slightly at her.

“I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She swatted my hand away from hers and I shook my head, smiling. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to use me for other things too, y’know.”

“Yeah?” I smirked, picking up her playful tone.

“Yeah.” She looked over at me and I bit my lip.

“I’ve never been with a woman before.”

“No?” She sat up. “I’ve only been with girls.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“I don’t like labels.”

She sighed and I watched her face, her expressions saying more than her words.

“You wanna try it out? No strings attached?”

“None?”

She shook her head. “None.”

I leaned forward and tentatively brushed my lips against hers, testing the feel of her lips against mine. Her lips were soft and surprisingly sweet and I obviously took her by surprise because she didn’t respond right away. After a moment, she responded in full, kissing me hard.

“You wanna …” she whispered against my lips and I hung on her every word. “You wanna ride my face?”

I blinked at her bluntness and nodded. I pulled off my pants and underwear and climbed her body, sitting on top of her as she grabbed my thighs and guided me down onto her face.

Her tongue was strong and soft as she explored my wetness, and I could feel my legs shaking as she fucked me. She was definitely good at what she did. I braced myself on the laundry cart in front of me and bit my lip, my hips rolling in time with the movements of her tongue.

I had never felt like this with a man, or even with myself. I couldn’t believe this was even happening. What got into me?

My brow furrowed as her tongue found my clit, swirling circles on it and flicking at it teasingly. I was losing my mind. One hand grabbed at her hair and pushed her face against me, the other still attempting to balance myself.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried as I came, my whole body tightening then releasing all of its tension at once.

I could hear her hum, satisfied, from under me as I got up and crawled off of her.

“Guess it was as good for you as it was for me.” She joked and I smiled shyly.

“I can’t believe I did that. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I can tell. Little miss straight laced.”

“Shut up.” I laughed as I got redressed.

“Make me.”

Who knew I’d enjoy myself more as a criminal than as a cop?

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wandasobsession · 28 days ago

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You’re so much like your mother.

AGATHA ALL ALONG (01x05) DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS (2022)

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wandasobsession · 29 days ago

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𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ — 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 — 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ — w𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝘵𝘰𝘱!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺!𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ — 𝟯.𝟲𝗸

Wanda Maximoff was a regular at the country club. She was a big name locally, and potentially internationally too. The Maximoff's owned a large amount of shares in Opaline-- a multi-billion dollar luxury company that sold crystals and gemstones. You always knew of her presence from that addicting laugh and presently you could hear it from across the room. She was sitting with a few other women, they all looked like they were in their early to late 30s, and like Wanda, they all looked so elegant and wealthy, dressed up in Chanel and Saint Laurent.

You walked over to her table, placing down each martini and brushing a strand of hair from your face, as you asked them if they wanted anything else.

“No thank you honey.” Wanda replied, her voice like a hymn, siren-like, so soft, and as she smiled at you your heart skipped a beat. Then, before you were about to walk away she called out your name. Your name sounded even more melodic on her tongue, so sweet. She plucked a few bills from her wallet after taking a sip of her martini and handed them to you with a hum.

“Oh, no- it’s fine really” She had already paid, and she was regularly giving you tips- even when all you did was the bare minimum.

“Take it, please” Wanda insisted, her friends watched the two of you with an amused expression. Her eyes on yours made you blush, and god- she made you nervous.

You eventually gave in to her persistence and walked off with a wide smile and a racing heart. She watched you walk away, her eyes shamelessly watching the sway of your hips and admiring your figure from the new angle, her fingertips mindlessly stirring her martini with the cocktail skewer.

“Oh Wanda, how sweet of you…” A dark brunette woman said, mimicking the high-pitched sound of your voice as she sipped her martini, her gaze on Wanda who seemed like she was completely unaware of the brunette's comment, too preoccupied. Wanda placed her attention back on the scene ahead, taking a sip of her martini and savouring it as she licked her bottom lip, a smirk she failed fighting appearing on her face.

“What exactly are you doing- she’s so much younger than you- and you're married!” The dark brunette exclaimed. Wanda’s smirk was gone, the truth hurts, and being in denial and pretending she wasn't married or you weren’t half her age made her heart ache, she liked the idea of pursuing you, it made her heart race, doing things to you, teaching you, but then again it was so inappropriate- but she wanted it and for once she felt excited about something, it made her feel like a teenager again, and she'd missed feeling that way about someone, Vision didn't make her feel that way...

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Agnes!” She exclaimed, rolling her eyes- pretending as if Agnes was insane for assuming, she plucked a cigarette from her purse.

“Oh yes you do- don’t be so coy Wanda.” Agnes replied, she knew her best friend well, she knew Wanda's traits... One of them being, she was relentless in her pursuits, she could get anything she wanted if she longed for it hard enough- and now she had her eyes set on something, she was ready to self destruct in pursuit of it. Agnes gazed at Wanda, who had her lips pursued, and a lit cigarette between her ring and middle finger.

“I think she should go for it” A blonde added.

Wanda’s eyes darted up at the blonde. Every person on earth would disagree, apart from her, it made her think she wasn’t out of her mind wanting to pursue you.

“Well, I can never stop you- I say no, and you’re gonna want it even more!” The dark brunette gave up, laughing to herself as she glanced at you flashing a smile at a group of country club goers at the bar, mixing drinks. She was so against Wanda's new fixation, she knew it was wrong, but she also knew there was no way in stopping her, she was going to be there for her friend if everything went wrong, she was always there.

Wanda rolled her eyes, smiling uncontrollably, she glanced over at where the brunette was looking- you standing, slightly overwhelmed as you mixed drinks. You handed them with a smile, a smile that faded when the customers left, she watched as you wiped the spilt liquor - gosh she wanted you, she needed you.

Wanda wasn’t expecting to stay this late in the country club. Usually she’d head out with Agnes as they both lived practically a door away from each other, but tonight she decided to stay a little later till the club was practically vacant. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to go home to an empty house. The boys were with Vision for the night, at their aunts, and she dreaded the idea of wallowing in her loneliness, that's what happened last week when Vision had to go away for work, and the boys were at a sleepover, and she hated the idea of experiencing it all again.

She had friends, a bunch of them, was successful at work, had a great reputation in the neighbourhood, but there was this aching gap in her life, a real lover, someone who she could wake up to, hold, tell her deepest secrets too- and it made her feel extremely guilty that she was even thinking of someone else fulfilling that when she had a husband who did everything a husband should! But Vision wasn't enough, he never was, and she was sick of trying to convince herself that they were in love underneath it all, she was sick of pretending she felt anything romantic for him, she loved him, she loved him a lot- he was her best friend, a close second to Agnes, he was a great man, a great father, and she always felt safe with him, but he was not a lover, or someone Wanda fantasised about, he was simply someone to confide in, like a roommate. Her boys were enough, she tried to tell herself, but gosh- she had so many pent up feelings she couldn’t relieve. Agatha was the only friend she truly opened up to about her loneliness, and Agatha was great, she always tried to make sure Wanda wasn’t alone, she invited her to movie nights with Ralph, tried to keep her busy with organising neighbourhood events, and always was there when Wanda needed a shoulder to cry on.

She was lounging outside by the pool, a book in her grasp as and her third martini, half empty, on the table beside her. Occasionally watching the soft ripples of the pool water, and admiring the sunsetting in the distance, she took systematic sips of the mix of gin- she looked like art from afar, she looked so still, and calm. It was dark outside now, the sun had set, and the entire place was lit with artificial light, it was slightly colder, a breeze in the air, it was quieter too, significantly- there wasn't sounds of children playing, or plates and glasses clinking, or loud chatter.

You were admiring her from the bar, although from where you were, you could barely see her, you wondered what was going on in her head, she looked so deeply enthralled by the book, you wondered what she was reading, what she was thinking of, and after you cleaned the bar you walked over to her.

She had noticed you walk over almost immediately, she smiled softly as you sat beside her on the lounge chair.

“Would you like a refill?” You asked, smiling softly at her.

“No thank you.” She replied, her eyes barely looking up at you, seeming she was engulfed by her book, you began to turn around and walk away.

"Is this an aspiration of yours?" She asked, her eyes pierced into yours, you suddenly felt nervous under her gaze.

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding what she meant.

"To work as a bartender, is this what you want to do?" She now moved the book beside her, after folding the page corner delicately.

“No- I want to become a nurse- it’s a dream of mine" You replied, suddenly feeling vulnerable talking about things so personal to you.

She moved over to the edge of the seat, placing her book down- you took it as an invitation to sit on the opposite lounge chair facing her. She rubbed the skin on the nape of her neck, her head tilted as she observed you.

"So why aren't you a nurse?"

"University is expensive and so is rent- I can't really afford the whole dream yet.” You laughed, uneasy, drowning in student loans wasn’t your dream- and your idea of getting to your dream career seemed so simple when you were eighteen and mapping out the next three years of your life, never did you expect it to be so costly.

"And I don’t know- I’m kind of scared, that I won’t be a good enough nurse, or what if I fail- then everything, all this work will be for nothing."

She placed her hand on your thigh, a seemingly innocent gesture to any viewers of this event, but to you it caused you to feel all kind of ways that weren’t so innocent.

“Well I think you’d be a great nurse” She replied, her eyes fluttering to meet yours, she gave you a reassuring smile.

“Thank you.” You spoke, lowering your head as a blush crept onto your cheeks, she bit her lip, as you looked up, you noticed a man waiting at the bar, you got up.

"I have to go- customers waiting." You said, you looked back at her, hating the idea of cutting the conversation short, but fortunately...

"Oh." She looked over, noticing the man in a suit, sitting at the bar, looking around like he was searching for a bartender. "I need another drink too, I'm almost out." She picked up her glass.

"You usually leave before the sun sets, are my martinis that good tonight in particular?" You asked. She smirked, her eyes on you, as the two of you walked over to the bar.

"Something like that." She responded. "You know my schedule, and here i thought you were to busy to notice."

You rolled your eyes, smiling at her, how could she possibly think you didn't notice her.

She laughed at your reaction, and took a seat at the bar, as you began taking the mans drink order, and making it- she propped a hand under her chin as she observed you, you blushed, feeling her eyes on you.

"Martini?" You asked Wanda, after handing the drink to that man, who was now walking away from the bar.

"No, actually- I'd like a manhattan."

"I'm either horrible at showing someone I'm interested in- that I'm interested in them, or you don't notice my desperate hints that I'm interested in you." She suddenly blurted out, as you poured the concoction of liquors into a glass.

You glanced at her, completely shocked, your mouth slightly agape, eyes wide- you hadn't realised for a second that she was interested, yet alone attracted to you. Here you were, moping around, crushing over a woman who believed was simply a crush, unattainable in any way- and here she was revealing that all this time she felt the same.

"Sit down" She instructed, her teeth grabbing the cherry on the cocktail skewer and bitting into it, you poured yourself a glass of wine and took a seat beside her.

Then her hand dropped down, purposely brushing against your breasts and down, until they rested on your thigh. She then went to sip her drink, and after she swallowed it, she turned to you again.

“Are you- dating anyone?” She took a pause before saying.

“No- well, I had a girlfriend, but we broke up.”

“Why is that honey?”

“She- wasn’t there when I needed her.” You looked away from Wanda, swallowing the bittersweet memories, as you recalled your breakup with your ex. “We argued a lot.” You forced a smile. Wanda watched you her elbows propped on the bar as she rubbed the nape of her neck.

“I’m sorry.” She responded, however the empty place in your heart made her bite back a smile.

“What about you?” You asked- you had assumed she was married, but perhaps that wasn't the case.

“I’m well- it's complicated- we just naturally came apart, the ‘spark’ just- disappeared. It was tough at first, we have two boys- twins, Tommy and Billy, so co-parenting was rough” Wanda said, her eyes glimmered at the mention of her sons, but something was telling you that wasn't the full story as she fiddled with her fingers- her eyes avoiding yours.

She played with her necklace, then after she gulped down the last ounce of whiskey and placed her hand on your thigh again. And as she did, you noticed the glimmering of a beautiful diamond ring wrapped around her ring finger. She then looked at her wristwatch, and atlas it was your shift end time.

“Y/N.” She started. You turned your head to look at her, an eyebrow raised as you hummed in response.

Maybe it was the drinks or her inability to control herself anymore around you, but Wanda felt her heart race in excitement during the conversation. Your shyness, your blushing, the sly flirting- it all pointed to the signs, the confirmation that this wasn’t one sided- but then again, this could just be the effect of the liquor, but she was so confident right now, and usually she was so tense. Then, her hands wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer, and then she leaned in, till her lips were on yours.

Her lips moved against yours slowly, and softly. You felt her smile into the kiss, as you placed a hand on her cheek, your lips moving rhythmically against each others, fitting perfectly- like you two were meant for each other. You hated the loss of contact when she suddenly moved away from you, your eyes fluttered open to meet her glimmering ones, a relaxed expression on her face- her shoulders not as tense as they were before, it seemed like she had been nervous all this time, and you had just now noticed.

“Would you like to come to my place? I can cook you something.” She offered, your heart began to beat a little faster as you processed what had just happened. You had just kissed Wanda. However, that glimmering ring on her finger, and the realisation of reality fought with the desire to accept her invitation.

“Oh, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to disturb-"

“The boys are at my aunts, please- it would be nice, a chat between two friends” She spoke, flashing a smile.

“Wanda-“ You stated warningly “I can’t-“

“Why can’t you, honey? Come on-“ She spoke, getting up and placing her bag on her shoulder.

"I-"

"Your shift is over, and you must be hungry- come- I promise I don't bite."

You bit your lip and finally gave in.

Wanda’s home was beautiful, it was rustic, and cozy and upper-class. She had the best kitchen-aid, and a wide screen TV, and expensive decor throughout the home- you wondered if she decorated the place, because if she did, she had an eye for interior design. On the outside her home looked like those rustic, family vacation ones, the types that would charge you thousands for a nights stay.

She poured you a glass of wine, after placing the set of keys and her bag by the front door in their appropriate places.

“Taste it.” She instructed, handing you the glass, her hand on your lower back, guiding you over to the kitchen- which was connected to a lounge room.

You took a large sip of it.

“When you drink the wine, savour the taste instead of just drinking it.“ She said.

“Oh.”

“Like this-“ She demonstrated. “It tastes so much better”

You mimicked her, and she smiled as you obediently copied her. You hummed as you tasted it.

“It’s good isn’t it?”

“Yes-“ You hummed out.

She walked closer to you, placing her wine glass on the counter.

“What does it taste like?” She asked, her eyes darkened as you drank more of the wine.

As the flavour danced on your tongue, you heard a buzzing sound in the air, and the air suddenly became thicker.

“Like cherries- and blackberries”

“Hmm” She hummed, savouring it-

“I thought it tasted like cranberries- and strawberries, perhaps a little coffee” She shook the glass slightly, watching the liquid dance around inside.

“Can I try?” She asked.

“Yes-“ you were almost to hand her your glass, assuming she wanted to try the wine. But then she bent down over to you, placed her lips on yours, licking your bottom lip. And then humming as she parted.

“I taste cherries now-“

You looked at her stunned, your cheeks pink then you stood up, highlighting your height difference with hers- you then kissed her, your hands on her cheeks, your body flushed against hers, her hands wrapped around your waist, keeping you close.

You sat on her lap now, her lips placing messy kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. Her thumb pulled your lower lip softly, her green eyes darkening, your heart was racing, and when she smirked you wondered if she could hear how embarrassingly fast it was beating. She then leaned in, hungrily kissing you, her hands travelling underneath your shirt in the process, cold jewellery causing you to shiver as it scraped against your skin. Your whole body tingled, and she tasted like cherries and strawberries.

Her hands travelled from your cheeks to your hips, her eyes fluttering down to watch as you desperately grinded yourself against her knee, she groaned as she guided your body, earning a moan from your mouth.

Your arms hung loosely around her neck as the two of you clambered into the bedroom- practically falling over multiple times in the process, her hands grabbed handfuls of your ass before she pushed you onto the bed, and you wondered if this is the way she usually was, rough and hungry, or if it was the alcohol talking. She climbed on top of you.

You pulled off her top, your body arching in reaction to her moans, you kissed her shoulder, your legs parted as she pushed herself against you, her hands wrapped around the curves of your waist, nails lightly scraping your skin. Her lips dragged from your stomach to your inner thighs, placing messy kisses on the skin in the process, till suddenly two fingers entered you, you grinded against them but you didn’t need to when she increased her pace and started hitting deeper parts of you you never knew could be reached. You moaned out, throwing your head back as your eyes fluttered shut, her free hand wrapped around your neck, as her fingers started pumping in and out of you at a faster pace.

"You sound so pretty when you moan for me." She cooed, her lips against your neck again, this time she was leaving dark, red marks on the skin, and butterflies in your stomach. The feeling of her lips against your skin and her fingers inside of you, paired with her hand around your neck was enough to send you over the edge.

She then placed her fingers in her mouth, her eye contact with you strong, your hands were on her shoulders still gasping from the climax you’d just had, your legs shaking. One of her hand was on your thigh, drawing circles on it.

“You taste so good” She whispered in your ear, you shut your eyes as you felt chills through your spine at her words.

The next coming days you found yourself sneaking around with Wanda- you both mutually agreed it would be in yours and hers best interest if you kept this- private. Wanda said it was because the other women would whisper, and she didn't want the boys to know from them, and it wouldn't be the best look for either of you, especially you, working in a place full of people who knew Wanda- she wanted to keep her pristine reputation, and you didn't mind it at first- because she assured you that in a few months she'd let people know gradually. But as the weeks would go by, and her husband began making appearances at the country club- along with her sons, you knew everything wasn't as it seemed- that Wanda wasn't just keeping you a secret to avoid startling her sons.

It was a beautiful sunny day, the sun rays kissed your exposed skin, and as you walked over to hand drinks out to the locals, your eyes locked onto a pair of green eyes across the pool and over by the tennis court. Wanda looked nervous, fidgeting with her rings as she looked away quickly- you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

As you returned to the bar to collect another round of drinks to pass out- you looked over to Wanda, and your heart sunk at the sight, Wanda looked uncomfortable, but her arms were around her 'ex-husbands', as he leaned in intimately and kissed her. You watched, mouth agape, and it felt like you had frozen in time for a second as you watched him smile widely, and then look back at his sons who were playing on the tennis court. Wanda looked over, I guess she didn't expect you to be watching cause she had to do a double take- her eyes wide as she looked back at you.

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

Part 5 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

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

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Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE Read Pt. 4 HERE

Searching Your Eyes For Humility

Time flew as you buried yourself in work, working on project after project, taking on extra work to keep your mind busy even when you were at home, off the clock. The office was your refuge, a place where you could drown out the whispers of the past with the clacking of keyboards and the hum of the air conditioner. Many at work noticed how your focus had shifted like a light switch went off. You were withdrawn, only speaking when spoken to or when necessary, most greetings were a curt nod and a poor excuse for a smile.

Pietro had tried to get in touch, multiple times, in fact. You ignored his texts and calls, and even when he would try to come by your office you would find yourself in a 'meeting'. If he tried to come by your house, you would hide in your bedroom, pretending to be asleep or blasting music in your headphones while you worked out in the basement. You had made it your mission to avoid Wanda, Piet, and Natasha at all costs until you were confident your mind was in the right place.

It had been three and a half months since that night, that weekend when you wiped the hard drive that was your brain, drinking all the alcohol in your home. You had to call in the following Monday and Tuesday, you were too hungover and ill to function. But after that weekend, you shifted your routine, working out and leaving the house before you knew Wanda would be awake and outside her home in the morning, tending to her gardens. You would bury your nose in work, and keep yourself until well past dark, so when you got home there was no chance the woman or her brother were outside.

You were quickly getting into better shape than you had been when you attended Westview High, treated yourself to some ink therapy at a tattoo shop in town, and avoided any drama you could. Until now.

"Y/N!" a boisterous voice echoed from behind you as you were now running on a school track on a brisk Saturday morning. "Y/N! Jesus!"

You kept up your pace, Pietro could maintain your pace if he needed to talk to you.

But the footsteps grew closer, and suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. "Pietro, what the hell?" you snapped, trying to keep your breathing steady.

Pietro was out of breath, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration. "We need to talk, man," he panted. "It's been months. We can't just ignore each other forever."

You glared at him, the muscles in your jaw tightening. "What do you want to talk about?" you snapped, your heart racing from both the run and the confrontation.

His gaze shifted, a disappointed expression dancing across his face. "Y/N, you know what."

"No, Piet, I don't." you crossed your arms over your chest, your breathing somewhat regular as you both stood in the middle of the straightaway.

"Y/N, when I said to distance yourself from the Natasha situation, I didn't mean for you to go AWOL. I still need my best friend." The sincerity in his voice made your heartache. You had missed him too, but the fear of falling back into the toxic cycle kept you at bay.

"I know, Piet, but it's just... complicated." You shoved your hands in your pockets, avoiding his gaze.

"I know, Y/N."

"It scared me, honestly," you admitted quietly.

Pietro's eyes searched yours, looking for the truth behind your words. "Scared you? What do you mean?"

"After how that night unraveled, I just saw Westview 2.0, starring me. This is what I came here to avoid, to grow from. I couldn't let myself fall back into that toxicity, Piet." You took a deep breath, the words finally spilling like a dam breaking. "I drank myself into a stupor all weekend to get rid of all my booze, and I've been sober since. Working out, working, and building new habits. I have to. I can't let myself become that person again, Piet." you whispered the last part, hoping he didn't catch it.

"I understand that, Y/N. But you aren't the same person. The same person in Westview would have never had the balls to leave. They would have gone through town, causing drama and ripping through households with no abandon. You DID do that."

Pietro's words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt your anger dissipate slightly. He was right, you had changed. But the fear remained, a nagging voice in the back of your mind whispering that it could happen again. "You need people around you who encourage the more healthy behavior, Y/N. Not the toxic shit." He spoke with a firmness that made you realize he wasn't just talking about Natasha.

"What do you mean, Piet?" you asked, fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket.

"The people at work, people around town you were making a connection with. You need to have healthy relationships. Hell, you had been talking to Wanda almost daily and just...stopped." He leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours. "I know you think you're protecting yourself, or me, or whatever, but you're just cutting yourself off from everyone who cares about you. That's not healthy."

You swallowed hard, his words resonating deep within you. "I don't know how to do this, Piet. I don't know how to be the person I want to be without getting sucked back into that world."

"You just have to take it one step at a time," he said gently. "We all make mistakes, but it's about learning from them and growing."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I know, it's just..." You trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

"Difficult. Trying. I get it. But that's part of why I moved from Westview. It was toxic as hell, and I slowly found myself the longer I was away from it. But you need people with you to do it. I need you. Wanda, while she may not admit it, and I don't like it, needs you. You need us."

Pietro's words hung in the air, and you felt the weight of his gaze on you, his hand still on your shoulder. You sighed heavily, looking up at him with a sad smile. "You're right," you conceded. "I've been hiding. I've been avoiding everyone, including myself."

He nodded, his hand moving to give your shoulder a comforting squeeze. "But you don't have to face it alone," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We're here for you, Y/N. Wanda and I, we're a team. We've got your back, no matter what." A smile crept across your face, and finally, a small smile graced Pietros as well. "Now, can I have my bud back, can we go eat breakfast or something? I'm fucking starving doing this 'big brother' talk bullshit."

You chuckled, the tension in the air dissipating. "Alright, alright," you said, bumping his fist with yours. "Let's go."

As you walked off the track together, the cool morning air nipping at your skin, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It had been so long since you had allowed yourself to let someone in, to accept help. The silence between you and Pietro was no longer heavy with unspoken words and accusations, but rather filled with a quiet understanding that had been missing for months.

"How'd you get here, Y/N? I don't see your car," he asked, looking around the school parking lot as you approached his silver Jaguar F-Type. You laughed at him, as he whipped his head around to look at you. "No, Y/N. Tell me you didn't run here. Tell me you didn't fucking run here."

"Alright, fine. I won't say."

Pietro rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he unlocked the car. "Jesus, Y/N. You're insane. When was the last time you ran that far, outside of the soccer field in high school?"

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I had to do something to keep my sanity." His gaze softened as you both slid into his car.

"True. Otherwise, you'd be certifiable right now." He winked before starting the car and pulling away from the school parking lot, back towards town.

You both ended up at a quaint little diner that had become a staple within city limits, a place where you could sit for hours, sipping coffee and hashing out the world's problems. The bell over the door jingled as you entered, the scent of pancakes and coffee wafting through the air. The walls were adorned with vintage posters and photographs, the chrome of the bar stools glinting in the early morning light. As you looked around, you noticed a familiar woman in a corner booth at the other end of the restaurant. Her attention was drawn to the bell over the door rang through the atmosphere.

Pietro pushed you towards the booth that Wanda was seated in, her smile growing wider as her brother clamped his hands on your shoulders.

"Look who I finally fucking found!" he directed at her, his voice raising a few octaves in his excitement. You both approached the booth, but Wandas gaze never left you. She eyed you up in down, likely noticing the more trim version of yourself that had been carved over the last few months.

"About damn time," she responded. "I thought you were dead, and I would have to get to know another neighbor all over again."

"Thanks, Wanda," you mumbled, sliding into the booth across from her.

Wanda's gaze remained on you, a mix of curiosity and relief. "What's been going on, Y/N?" she asked, her voice softer than you had ever heard it. "You look good," she began, her cheeks tinting a slight pink shade as Pietro slid into the booth next to you. "Er, uh, happy. I mean." she laughed, looking down at the menu in embarrassment.

"Looks like little Y/N has gotten back into working out. She hasn't looked this good since high school," he joked.

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes, "I swear to God, you're like a puppy that just learned a new trick."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension between you three slowly fading. The waitress, a bubbly brunette named Laura, came by to take your orders. You settled on a protein pancake platter with a side of eggs and turkey sausage, while the siblings both went for the classic breakfast of champions: waffles with a mountain of whipped cream and syrup. Laura scribbled down your choices before flitting away to the kitchen, her smile lingering on you.

Pietro leaned over to you, holding his hand up to shield his mouth from Wanda. "She likes youuuuuuuu!" He whispered extremely loud, all but defeating the purpose of whispering and covering his mouth.

Wanda slapped his arm, "Dickhead, you don't have to whisper-shout it to the whole diner!" She said with a smirk, disguising the slight disappointment she had in the attention you were receiving.

"What?" He feigned innocence, grinning at his sister.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sibling banter a welcome distraction from the heavy conversation you had just had. It was like stepping into a warm blanket of familiarity. The sound of plates clattering and coffee brewing in the kitchen melded with the low murmur of the other patrons, creating a comforting ambiance. Wanda's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a sip of her coffee, the steam rising to kiss her nose.

"So, Y/N," she began, setting her cup down with a gentle clink. "How's life been treating you these past few months?" Her tone was cautious as if she was tiptoeing around a minefield.

You took a deep breath, "It's been a... journey," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "Learned a lot about myself, made some changes."

Pietro nodded, his hand reaching over to give yours a quick squeeze. "That's what we do, right?" He said, his smile genuine. "We're the masters of reinvention."

The waitress brought over a pot of coffee and topped off all three of your mugs before retreating to the next table. Wanda's gaze held yours for a moment, her expression a mix of understanding and hope. "I'm proud of you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The words hit you like a warm embrace, filling a space in your heart that had been cold and empty for so long. "Thanks, Wanda," you murmured, your eyes misting over.

Pietro cleared his throat, trying to break the tension. "So, what's the plan today?" He asked, flipping open the menu. "Besides eating our weight in breakfast foods."

You glanced over at Wanda, who was still watching you intently. "I don't know," you said, forcing a smile. "Thought I might go to the library and grab a few books, then hit the gym."

Wanda leaned back in her seat, her eyes never leaving yours. "Why don't we make it a group activity?" She suggested. "Pietro can go with you to the gym, and I'll tag along to the library. Maybe we can grab lunch after?"

Surprise flickered across your face. "Really?" You hadn't expected the invitation, but a part of you felt a spark of excitement at the prospect of spending the day with them.

"Yeah, really," she said, her smile genuine. "We've all been so busy with our own shit, it'd be nice to just...hang out."

The three of you spent the morning at the library, you searching for self-help books while Wanda picked out some gardening guides and Pietro perused the biography section. The silence between you wasn't awkward anymore but rather filled with a gentle ease that had been lost over the past few months. You felt your walls slowly crumbling down as Wanda shared her latest gardening successes and failures, and Pietro regaled you with tales from his recent business trip.

After the library, you headed to the gym together. Wanda decided to join you after all, saying she needed to get her own endorphins going. You couldn't help but notice her lingering stare as she watched you work out on the treadmill. She had never seen you like this, focused and determined. You felt a little self-conscious at first, but her presence was comforting.

You shifted between machines, Pietro spotting you when needed, and vice versa. Wanda's piercing gaze only ever left you when you caught her staring. When you had arrived at the gym, you went into the locker room where you kept a locker with other clothes to work out in if you didn't feel like using the equipment you had at home. When you emerged from the locker room, Wanda's eyes went wide as you made your appearance in an extremely revealing cut-off tee shirt and tight-fitting shorts.

You blushed under her scrutiny, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she put in her earbuds and started doing yoga in the corner. The gym was a bustling hub of activity, the sound of weights clanging and the grunts of exertion echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the faint smell of antiseptic cleaner. You found comfort in the routine, the burn in your muscles a familiar and almost comforting feeling.

Pietro was in his element, effortlessly bench-pressing weights that made you feel like a featherweight by comparison. His skin glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each push. Luckily, you were no slouch when it came to athletics and working out, and you quickly worked yourself up to your personal records. When you asked him to help you break your records, he began cheering you on as you pushed your limits.

This caught Wanda's attention, as she came over and watched. Her gaze wasn’t the same as it was before. It was almost dark like there was a deep-seated desire lingering just below the surface. She was watching your muscles flex, the sweat drip, and admiring how effortless you looked breaching your limits. You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under her gaze, but you also felt a strange sense of attraction growing.

The rest of the workout passed in a blur of reps and encouraging words from both of them. When you finished, you were drenched in sweat but felt more alive than you had in months. The three of you headed to the showers, Pietro splitting off to the men's lockers as you and Wanda went into the women's lockers. Sending Wanda a shy smile, you walked to your locker, shedding the sweaty tee shirt and tossing it into a backpack for you to carry home to clean.

"Y/N?" a quiet voice came from the next row of lockers.

"Yeah, Wands?"

"I need help," she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm stuck."

You turned to see Wanda struggling with her sports bra, the material clinging to her skin. The sight was surprisingly... distracting. Her supple breasts were on display as you neared her, noticing how toned she was up close. Your mouth went dry, and you willed your little friend to not 'wake up' and the unholy thoughts running through your mind. "Oh, sure," you said, trying to keep your voice even. You approached her, reaching for the clasp.

As your fingers touched her skin, she tensed up, but you moved quickly and deftly, having had enough practice with your own as well as others' workout gear. "There," you said, stepping back and handing her the bra, looking away from her so you wouldn't make her uncomfortable. The old you would be pressing her against a locker, teasing her and making her break the barrier down. But you didn't want to do that to her.

Wanda took the bra with a murmured 'thanks', her cheeks flushed. You couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the lost opportunities, for the friendship you had pushed aside in your quest for self-preservation. "You know, Y/N," she began, her voice tentative. "I've missed you."

You turned to face her, "I've missed you too, Wands." Your voice was sincere, filled with the weight of the past months. "I'm sorry for being such a shit friend."

"It's okay," she said, her eyes meeting yours. "I understand. I just... worry about you. I was worried is all."

You nodded, swiping a towel over your forehead. "I know. And I appreciate it. I just needed some time to figure things out."

Wanda stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. "Well, you're back now," she said, a hint of something unspoken in her voice.

You felt a spark of something, a connection that had been buried under layers of fear and doubt. "Yeah," you whispered. "I am."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and good food. Wanda had invited you to her place for lunch, her garden was lush and green, a testament to her dedication and love for the earth. You had helped her pick out some herbs and vegetables for a salad, the coolness of the leaves contrasting with the heat of the day.

Pietro had regaled you both with tales of his misadventures in the nightlife world, his charm and humor a balm to your soul. Wanda had listened with rapt attention, her eyes lighting up with every punchline. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the garden, Pietro had long since gone home, leaving you and Wanda alone. Wanda was sipping from a glass of wine, while you were drinking a glass of iced tea.

You sat on the porch swing, the chains squeaking gently as it rocked back and forth. Wanda was beside you, her hand resting lightly on your knee. "You know, Y/N," she began, her voice low and gentle. "You don't have to be so tough all the time."

You looked at her, the question in your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, her hand moving up your thigh as she turned to face you. You gulped at the proximity, catching the scent of wine coming from her breath. "You put all of this unnecessary weight on your shoulders. It's like you're putting up a front to make it seem like you have it all together. But no one has thier shit together. And if they say they do, they're lying."

Her words hit home, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "You think I'm...faking it?"

Wanda's eyes searched yours, her thumb tracing circles on your skin. "No, I think you're scared. Scared of letting anyone in, scared of getting hurt again."

You nodded, looking away from her gaze. "I just don't know how to do it differently," you admitted.

Wanda leaned in closer, her hand moving to cup your cheek. "Let me help you," she whispered. "Let me be there for you."

You looked into her eyes, feeling the warmth of her hand and the gentle pressure of her thumb. "I'm trying," you murmured.

Her gaze was intense, and you felt a sudden heat pool in your stomach. "Then maybe it's time to stop trying so hard," she said, leaning in to kiss you.

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 1

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

Here it is, the first story. Chapter numero uno. No smutty stuff yet, but it'll be incoming. If y'all like it, I'll keep posting. It will be a series. A long one, the plot needs to thicken. Bonus points if you can tell where the lyrics are from XD

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Chapter One- Are You At One, Or Do You Lie?

You stood on a patio, gripping your fresh mug of coffee as you gazed out towards the vast landscape that lay to the front of you. Sleep had eluded you all night, and when the decision had finally been made that you weren’t going to receive a restful slumber- you groggily made your way to the kitchen of mountain home for a source of fuel. Bundled in your favorite zip up hoodie and some fleece lined sweatpants, you made a strong cup of coffee and slowly made your way to the best part of the home (at least, to you).

This place you called home was far from most’s idea of humble and conservative, but to you it was a dream, and it was the perfect place to escape your tiny city apartment. Those who you trusted enough to bring here, upon their first visit could not believe that the slummy 600 sqft. apartment you slept in within city limits belonged to the same person who owned this chateau. It was easily ten times the size, housed your selection of transport handily- and allowed you to tinker and build to your hearts desire- in your free time.

Free time was a concept that had eluded you the past 8 months. This was the first time you had been able to escape the demanding requests of what allowed you such luxuries- your job that you had once loved. It allowed you to live this lifestyle of multiple residences, cars of your dreams, and a comfortable living since your early graduation from college, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for that. Of late, the very job you swore you owed your happiness and gratitude for had completely drained you of all satisfaction you once held. The switch to a new management company and new bosses has made your life a living hell, and you were simply exhausted. You had spent the last year helping to roll everything over for this new ownership group, working tirelessly and many times staying at your corner office in a posh downtown Los Angeles high-rise, sleeping on the sofa that sat across desk.

Being a high ranking executive officer for a government-trusted security firm, you saw everything. The early exit from college sent you straight to the military- quickly earning the respect of all around you, and you worked the ranks within your 6 years in the US Army as fast as anyone ever had- particularly for a woman. Holding the title of a three star general was sheer insanity, with which no one thought it was a possibility to obtain a rank that high, that quickly- not without the drama and rumors, at least. That is what made you discharge with honors, quickly accepting your current position as the Chief Executive to Internal Affairs, which was a fancy way of saying you were in charge of the clean-up. You handled all internal affairs, information leaks, and other messes that someone’s lackadaisical attitude or poor judgment had created. You were also a secret weapon, of sorts. Many mistook your title as one where your hands never got dirty, you would have someone handle your “dirty work”. Oh, the fact that you handled it personally messed with many of the poor soul’s minds with whom you had to scour their mistakes and tie up any loose ends.

You were leaning up against one of the main support logs with your steaming cup, a timber that held the weight of a massive roofline, shielding your best mountain view from too much weather. The only lights on were the under cabinet lights in your kitchen, which was 30 or so feet behind you, behind a wall of glass that you demanded the house be built around. You had all but built the majority of the house yourself, the lack of control was too much- only contracting out the major structural aspects and work that was too involved for you to do alone. You had also purchased a fair amount of land surrounding your escape, to the tune of a few thousand acres. You wanted to ensure the utmost in privacy, and also security. Your career ensured that you made more than a lifetimes worth of enemies, as you more often than not cost them their jobs, at least.

Sometimes you cost people all but their lives, but made them wish you had just taken that instead. To this you had long since steeled your emotions to this, as it was a part of the business. The land included a large lake- so even on frigid night like tonight, you found solace in coming outside with something to warm your hands, while gazing at the reflection of the mountains and the nighttime sky reflecting in its calm waters, your boat barely moving against its dock. As you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by the view in front of you, the ever so slightly lightening of the sky before you and the vibration of the watch on your wrist told you that you needed to try and get at lest a few hours sleep, so you begrudgingly turned around, and placed the half empty mug of coffee in the sink, before slinking over to your sofa and flinging your exhausted form onto it, and turning into its back for a nap. Today was going to be a big day, so you needed some rest.

Your eyes opened right before your alarm went off on your cell phone, and you slowly sat up and groaned, muttering a “fuck” to yourself before standing up and stretching your sore body. You shuffled off to the master suite upstairs, quickly discarding the hoodie and sweatpants before walking into the shower to fire up its multitude of jets and shower heads with steaming water. You desperately needed to rinse off the lack of restful sleep and freshen up for your day. You grabbed a fresh towel from the linen cabinet that towered next to your side of the sprawling double vanity. The combination of wood and stone always calmed you- and it was evident in how this home was designed.

The shower you stepped inside of appeared as thought it had been cut out of a mountainside- with stone ledges holding all of your favorite soaps, shampoos and conditioners, and made you feel like you were showering in a waterfall. As the water cascaded and massaged at your aching form, you grabbed onto your soap of choice for the day, and lathered it all over your tattooed, chiseled body. Your parents had never been happy with your decision to tattoo the majority of your body, particularly the back of your neck. That had been the final straw of disappointment from you- they haven’t spoken to you since. Your childhood was highly conservative, as your dad was a southern, religious and military man himself, and your mom was the epitome of a housewife. She would bend to his opinion and will, as though she had no say of her own. While you deeply loved your mother, you could not stand to see how her opinions and values disappeared over time- being taken over by your strict fathers.

It’s not that you really mind that they cut you out- as you had always longed for your own sense of being, and hated living in your fathers shadow. The tattoos were at first seen as “acting out”, but they quickly realized that it went further than that, and you weren’t going to hear any of their disapproval regarding what you did with your body. The short hair dyed in any and every color, piercings that came and went, and ink were your way of displaying your current state. As you turned around to shut off the water, you reached out of the veil of steam that was flowing around the shower, and grabbed the towel hung on a convenient rack just on the outside of the showers walls, made to look like dead wood. You peered over at the large mirror, slicking back the dark brown and blonde streaked hair, leaning on the counter to truly see how exhausted you look. “You look like hell, Y/L/N.” You say to yourself in the mirror, before carrying on with your morning routine.

Opting for a navy blue pinstripe suit, with a black button up, you mussed your hair in the mirror, giving it your signature tousled look, before turning to weave the brown belt through the loops around your trim waist. You grabbed the matching pair of brown shoes out of your walk in closet, and slipped them onto your feet before turning and looking at your appearance in the mirror. You had always been an athletic kid, and the myriad of sports you were involved in growing up allowed you the luxury of a muscular build on your tall frame. You weren’t insanely tall, average for your family, but taller than most. You looked down as your watch vibrated on your wrist, reminding you that you needed to leave soon- otherwise your commute to work would take you past your typical start time, which was not the impression you wanted to set for the new bosses. You quickly spun around on the hardwood floor, grabbing your cologne from the wooden shelf, and spraying it onto your pulse point and wrists before grabbing the keys hanging below and making your way out of the bedroom and towards the other wing of your house- where all your toys were kept.

Typically you wouldn’t escape unless you had at least a few days to spend here, as this was seriously out of your way for a commute to work. But you needed the respite. Work had been abnormally stressful for you, as you were planning for a massive undertaking at work- a new security project that required the best of the best- so you were “volunteered” to be the only person for this mystery operation. You arrived in the warehouse of vehicles that were varying degrees of extravagance- from classic cars to modern exotics, you had your bases covered. You walked past them all, climbing a spiral staircase the the opposite end of the garage, and opening a hefty steel door and walking out to your helicopter. Your days in the military afforded you many things- a pilots license being one of them. You quickly climbed inside, placing the headset hanging from the ceiling next to you onto your head, and grabbing the aviator sunglasses on the seat next to you before switching all the necessary toggles and firing up the machine. You announced your presence to the nearby air traffic control tower- located in the neighboring city, before gently pulling the joystick between your legs and slowly raising the vehicle off of the ground, and up towards the city. The two hour flight to work would be plenty of time for you to get your mind into work mode.

You swiftly landed the helicopter on the rooftop of your workplace, only to be greeted by your new boss, as well as your assistant, Kris, waiting for you a safe distance off of the helipad. You hopped out of the copter, re-buttoning the top buttons of your pinstripe blazer, and walking towards the pair. Kris gently smiled your way, handing you a large cup of coffee, for which you were thankful. You nodded her way, raising your eyebrows so they could just be seen above your glasses as you too a sip of the liquid, then letting out a long sigh after swallowing the drink.

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly, and turned to your direct supervisor to shake his hand.

“Y/L/N. Good Morning, we have a lot to do today. I hope you are prepped and ready.” He lifted his head slightly, as he tried to make it like he was taller, so he could look down towards you.

“Yessir. I’ve been prepared for the last two months, sir.” You replied curtly as he turned and stalked back to the doorway that would descend back down to the executive level of the office.

“You look like shit, Y/N…” Kris whispered to you as you both walked behind your boss, a slight look of worry on her face. She had been one of the first people you met after you discharged from the military, and moved to Los Angeles. You had actually gotten her this job as your new assistant as she was one of the few you knew you could trust, and your former assistant had kept trying your patience and trust. She was dressed up more than usual, wearing a tight black pencil skirt, that fell just below her knees. It was slightly split up the back, and allowed you the slightest view of her toned thighs. She wore a dark green blouse, and her blonde hair was wrapped up in a bun, with her black glasses framing her piercingly grey eyes. That was the first thing you had noticed about the woman when you first met- how her eyes seemed to be so colorless, yet full of emotion. You both had tried the whole relationship thing- but with your lack of comfort within yourself to fully admit you were gay, and years of pretending you weren’t, being in the military and with your conservative parents- you had both decided that you couldn’t be together, but were mature enough to recognize that you both were good friends, and wouldn’t let the failed attempt ruin your friendship. But, the brief glimpse beyond your hardened, tattooed exterior allowed her to read you like a fucking book. And you hated it.

“Thanks, Sherlock.” You smirked over your coffee cup, as you approached the elevator to take you down towards your office.

“You’re working too much.” She stated flatly.

“No, I’m only doing what is necessary.” You state, and she rolls her eyes as you peel the glasses off your face, setting them on top of your hair. You briefly glance her direction to notice she rolls her eyes at you before the doors ding open, leading you towards a long marble lined hallway flanked by frosted glass doors and windows. You both walked towards the door that led you to your office.

“You never fly to McCall unless you can stay for a period of time. You flew there to stay the night? That’s not like you.” She was walking in front of you to be able to open the door before you approached it.

“Yeah, so? It’s my house. I can go if I want. What made you so sure I went there in the first place?” You asked pointedly, not meaning to come out that rude as you crossed the threshold to your office.

“Your car was still in the parking garage when I left last night. I came back up to check on you, but you were gone. I went upstairs and the heli was gone.” She narrowed her eyes in your direction. She always warned you not to burn the candle at both ends, but you did it anyways.

“You don’t need to check on me. I’m a grown ass woman, I will do what I need to for my job.”

“Y/N, this isn’t about work. You need to take care of you.” She spits back pointedly, before spinning on her heels and walking back out the door towards her office next door. You sighed, rubbing your hands on your face, before removing the blazer adorning your shoulders, and unbuttoning the cuffs to your black dress shirt, allowing you to slightly roll up the sleeves to show some of your inked skin. The holster you wore on your hip that housed your work pistol came off, to be sat next to your on your desk. You sat rather heavily into your large leather chair, taking a deep breath and opening your laptop to begin checking your emails.

You scrolled through every email, skimming them over, deleting the unnecessary ones, forwarding ones to Kris that she could handle, and finally your eyes fell upon the email you knew was coming. There was an attachment that was rather large, and you had to print it off before slipping it into a file and making your way towards the board room two floors down. You heard Kris’s door open as you opted to go down the stairs instead, and opened the door to lead you down towards your next assignment. You took the opportunity to glance at the file as you swiftly descended the stairs, and right as you approached the door to the correct floor, it opened up- causing your eyes to dart up and be met with a discontent gaze of your best friend. You blankly stared back as you walked by her, and made your way to the board room.

“Did you read any of that file yet?” She asked, shuffling a little bit quicker to catch up with you.

“Some of it, yes. Why are the names redacted? I have the highest security clearance of anyone here.” You turned to your assistant, who shrugged her shoulders, narrowing her eyes as she reached for the folder, to open the pages and confirm what you had already stated. You approached the door to the boardroom, the occupants of the room were obscured by heavily frosted glass, but you could hear a faint conversation. Kris shrugged, not knowing why, and stepped around you, to grab the door and hold it open for you. As you step inside the room, your eyes glance from person to person, astutely taking in their demeanors as your gaze bounces from person to person. First, your bosses, who were starting at you expectantly, and then to the people in the room you had no clue of- except one.

“Are you ready to start, Y/L/N?” The owner of your company asked. Your eyes remained locked onto the blonde bombshell sitting at the far end of the table, surrounded by people you assume are her assistants. You sit down at the opposite end of the table, without breaking eye contact.

“I thought we were a government military contractor, not some for-hire security outfit.” You state coldly as you sat next to your boss. He glared back at you, giving you the impression that this was not the time.

“We’re not for hire. But when someone asks for the best, they ask for us- more specifically, you, Y/L/N.” He quipped back. “And I shouldn’t have to remind you, that in this business- money talks. Back to business,” He says pointedly in your direction, earning a smirk from both blondes in your presence.

(CHAPTER 2)

A/N: Nothing like making your boss call you out in a meeting, amiright? Let me know what you think!

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wandasobsession · 2 months ago

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

Part 4 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, infidelity, binge drinking

Word Count: 2.3K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE

Every Night's A Heartbreak

The word echoed in your head as you stared at the two figures standing in the doorway of the VIP room. It was a stark contrast to the passionate haze you had been lost in just moments before. Wanda's eyes were wide with shock and hurt, while her brother's eyes held a mix of anger and something else. You froze, Natasha's movements coming to a sudden halt as she looked over her shoulder.

"Well, it looks like this room is taken, I... I guess I'll clear the room across the hall sis," Pietro looked down at his sister, noting the shift in her demeanor. His expression grew cold as he took in the sight of Natasha on top of you, her eyes blown and cheeks flush from her arousal. "Natasha, you know the rules, Y/N, clean up and I need to talk to you!" Pietro finished before drawing the curtain and yelling at the both of you.

Natasha now looked absolutely mortified, her body tense as she slid off your lap and hastily began to put on her clothes. You felt a mix of disappointment and embarrassment. You knew you had to deal with this. You stood up and began to dress quickly, your body still humming with desire and your cock half-hard. You removed the condom, a slight whimper leaving you as you slid it up your shaft before throwing it into the trashcan in the corner.

Natasha slid out of the VIP room, scurrying down the hallway towards what must have been the green room. "I'll talk with you later, Nat," Piet called out after her, turning his attention fully to you.

You zipped up your pants, trying to look nonchalant. "Hey, Piet," you greeted him, trying to play it cool.

"Hey," he said, his voice tight. "You mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "It's nothing, man. Just Natasha and I... you know, catching up." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

Pietro's eyes narrowed. "Catching up, huh?" He didn't look convinced. "Look, I don't want to pry, but I need to know if you're going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You echoed, feeling your heart rate spike. "What do you mean?"

"Starting your Westview bullshit all over again, you know what I mean, Y/N. Don't play stupid."

You felt a knot form in your stomach. "Piet, it's not like that. It was just a casual thing. It won't happen again." You tried to sound as sincere as possible, hoping he'd believe you.

"It's not just that, Y/N," Pietro's voice grew serious, his arms crossing over his chest. "You know Natasha's got issues. She doesn't handle casual well. And I can't have that shit here. This is my place, my business. There are rules here, Y/N. I'm taking it that she didn't tell you?"

You swallowed hard, feeling like you had been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. "No, she didn't," you admitted. Piet pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration clearly growing.

"Of course not," he began. "Not only is there a no-touching policy," he began, your stomach dropping further as you remembered Natasha telling you this months ago. Pietro stepped closer to you, almost seeming like he was trying to intimidate you, even though you both stood at the same height. "But, there is a very strict, 'do not touch what's mine', policy, Y/N," he growled at you. "Now, I haven't exactly told you, so I cannot be mad at you, however- she should know better."

Confusion was clearly now all over your face, and Pietro rested his hand on your shoulder. "Natasha and I have been seeing each other for some time now," he began, and now the gravity of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. A look of shock crept across your face at the revelation.

"Piet, I'm so sorry, I had no idea," you started. He quickly shut you down before you got any further.

"It's ok, Y/N. Really. This isn't your fault. Natasha has, unfortunately, done this before. I just hoped and trusted we were past this." The anger in his voice was clear, but it was directed at Natasha, not you. You felt a pang of relief that he wasn't angry with you, but also felt anger run through your veins at the admission that this had happened to him before.

"You're not mad at me?" You stuttered out, unsure of how to proceed.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Hurt, but not mad. But I need you to stay away from Natasha, at least for a while," he said firmly. "Let me deal with her, okay?"

You nodded, still trying to process the situation. "Okay, I understand," you murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt for being the other person in this mess. "I think I'm gonna go home."

Pietro nodded, his expression unreadable. "That's probably for the best. We'll talk more tomorrow." With that, he turned and strode away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what the fuck just happened. You felt like you'd been punched in the gut, but you knew you had to get out of there before you did something else stupid.

"Pietro?" you called out towards the retreating silhouette of your friend.

He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder, the tension in his posture unmistakable. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tight.

"How long?" The question hung in the air between you, a heavy weight that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room.

"Until I say, Y/N," he stated coldly. "For now, I need you to go home and stay away from Natasha. She's got enough shit to deal with."

"No, Piet, not that. How long have you, you know?" you asked him, gesturing between the green room and him. A look of realization struck him as he turned to face you completely.

"A while," he said, his voice softer. "Since she came to me for help after... Westview." He paused, his jaw clenching as he swallowed a mouthful of words he didn't want to say. "We've been keeping it on the down-low. It's complicated." Your mouth went dry, knowing that Pietro has been here for a few years at least. "Why?" he questioned, taking a step towards you.

"This isn't the first time, you know," you began, suddenly at a loss for words. "The first time, we've..."

"I know." he interrupted, turning his head away as if he didn't want to face what you were about to tell him. "I fucking know. Wanda told me."

Wanda? The word stung like a slap. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and anger. "Wanda?" You questioned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, she saw Natasha leave your place and, she... she cares about you, about the both of us, but she really likes you," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I need you to know that I don't blame you, Y/N. But I need you to stay away from Natasha and me until I can sort this out." His gaze was firm, his voice a mix of pain and resolve.

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. "Okay, I'll do that," you murmured, your throat tight. The betrayal was palpable, but you weren't sure if it was Natasha's or your own. The whispers of the past had grown to a crescendo, and you knew you couldn't ignore them anymore.

As you turned to leave, you couldn't help but glance back at Piet's retreating figure, noticing a wave of red hair in a fiery blur as Natasha disappeared down the hallway with him. You felt a pang of regret, but also a sense of relief. This wasn't the life you wanted anymore, the drama and the secrets. You needed to focus on yourself, on finding the peace you had come to Foxwood to find.

Walking out of the club into the cool night air, you let out a deep breath, the weight of the conversation with Pietro and Natasha's betrayal settling heavily on your shoulders. You hadn't expected to find yourself in the middle of their family drama, but there you were, caught in a web of lies and unspoken truths.

"Hey," a quiet voice came from behind you, making you jump with your hand on your chest.

"FUCK!" you yelled, bending over to rest your hands on your knees as you caught your breath and your composure.

"You okay?" Wanda spoke softly, sounding just as hurt as her brother. She was standing a few feet away, a cigarette betwixt her long fingers as she leaned against the black brick wall of the club.

You took a moment to compose yourself before standing upright and turning to face her. "Jesus, I'm gonna have a heart attack tonight," you muttered to yourself as the brunette's face twitched slightly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. As okay as can be. I just... I didn't know," you said, feeling like you had been sucker punched in the gut, AGAIN.

Wanda nodded, taking a drag of her cigarette, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with genuine apology. "I should have told you."

"It's not your fault," you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's Natasha. She's the one playing games. You shouldn't have to be the one to follow her around and warn people about her intentions, Wands." her face twitched again at the use of her nickname, a slight smile on her face.

Wanda took another drag of her cigarette, looking at you with a knowing gaze. "Maybe, but I should have said something sooner. I didn't want to get in the middle of it. But when I saw how upset you looked tonight, I knew I messed up." She took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. "You're a good person, Y/N. You don't deserve to be hurt like this."

"But I'm not, though," you began. "This is the exact thing that ran me out of Westview. Drama and bullshit like this. I used to live off of this." You felt the anger bubbling up again, but Wanda's calm demeanor helped soothe it away.

"You've changed, Y/N," she said, stubbing out her cigarette, and approaching you. "You're looking for something more. I can see it. You left Westview to give yourself that chance."

You nodded, feeling a strange comfort in her words. "I just want to live my life without all this mess," you confess. A deep breath escapes you as you look up at the night sky, closing your eyes to keep yourself relaxed. "And now, my best friend and my neighbor are wrapped up in it." You ran your fingers through your hair, looking back down at the woman before you.

Wanda reached out, her hand resting on your shoulder. "I know it's tough, but you're strong. You've been through worse." Her voice was soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself believe that maybe you could get through this without letting it consume you again. "And don't worry about Piet and I, he just needs some time, and this has no bearing on our friendship. This wasn't your fault."

Her touch felt grounding, and you looked at her, the hurt in her eyes reflecting the pain you felt. "Thank you, Wands," you murmured, giving her a small smile. "I just... I don't know what to do."

"Just let it be," her words were quiet, and stilled your unease and inner turmoil like a balm. "What's done is done. Now that it's out there if something were to happen again, then we would need to have a separate conversation." She stepped back, her arm falling from yours as she brought it across her body to hold her other arm. "Give Piet his time, he isn't mad at you. But focus on what you want, Y/N."

You nodded, the cold reality of the situation setting in. Wanda's friendship was the only good thing you had going for you at the moment. You couldn't afford to lose her too. "Thanks, Wanda," you murmured. "I'll keep my distance."

Wanda offered a sad smile in return. "Take care of yourself, Y/N," she said before turning to head back inside the club, leaving you standing alone in the alleyway. You turned on your heel, stalking towards your waiting car before heading home. The drive was a blur, your thoughts racing with what had just happened.

You were home quicker than you thought, quickly making your way inside, grabbing the case of beer in the fridge, and opening one before walking out back to smoke a cigarette. The cool breeze did little to calm the storm raging inside of you. You felt like a fool, and you were internally chastising yourself for the part you played in this. You had been so caught up in satiating your selfish needs that you had ignored the signs, all the warnings given to you by others. You leaned against the railing of your porch, letting the smoke drift away with your thoughts.

You were going to allow yourself the weekend. You finished your first beer, cracking open the second as you threw the can into the recycle bin on your back porch.

You made easy work of the case of beer, not yet satisfied with your current state of drunkenness. Knowing that having the booze around you would be a temptation, you decided now would be as good a time as any to run your stores dry. You stalked inside to the cabinet that you hid all your alcohol in, grabbing hold of the first bottle you laid eyes on, and cracking it open.

Good thing it was officially the weekend and a long one at that. One last hoorah of total inebriation, before things change for good.

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wandasobsession · 2 months ago

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

Part 1 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with thier tail between thier legs?

A/N: Mini Series, I guess. Intersex reader, looking for a new life. Smut, Angst, all the fun things. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4.7K

Come Get Your Fix, Just Whisper It

The sun beat its way through the cracked windshield of the rental truck as you sighed deeply. Your tanned, inked shoulders pushed back against the scratchy fabric of the seat below, the dull crackle of a shitty radio echoing through the cab as the monotonous click of the blinker indicated your intention. The exit sign for 'Foxwood' blurred into view, its faded letters promising escape from the mind-numbing highway.

You hated moving, you really did. But there was something about Foxwood that called to you, something that felt like home, even though you had never set foot in the place before. The GPS instructed you to turn left onto a narrow, paved road, flanked by tall, ancient oaks that stretched out their branches like welcoming arms.

This purchase was made sight unseen, knowing you had to find something quickly before you began your new job. You had done the whole apartment thing and couldn't do it again. So the moment this house popped up for sale, your agent called, and you bought it blindly, knowing you needed it. You had high hopes for the place, something that would hopefully bring a smile to your face, something that could make you feel alive again.

As you followed the winding road, you caught glimpses of quaint, well-kept houses with flowers blooming in their front gardens. The occasional rustle of leaves whispered secrets as you drove deeper into the town. The quiet was eerie but also comforting, like a gentle hush that promised peace and privacy. You knew you weren't far, your friend was up ahead leaning against his car, waiting for your arrival. As you approached the home, you took in your surroundings more carefully. A few neighbors watched as your brakes squealed, signaling that you had come to a stop in the driveway of your new home.

Some children were walking down the street, backpacks in tote, indicating that school had let out a little bit ago. They were laughing and giggling, as they one by one peeled off of thier group and made thier respective way home. The sound of their laughter was like a breath of fresh air, and it made you feel a bit less anxious about the whole situation. The house was a charming two-story Craftsman, painted a soft shade of grey with brown trim. The porch looked welcoming, with a swing that swayed slightly in the breeze. The yard was a little overgrown, but you could see the potential it had to be a lush, green paradise.

As you climbed out of the truck, the heat of the day slapped you in the face like a wet towel. You wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand and walked over to where your friend, Pietro, was standing. He was taller than you remembered, his hair had grown out into a messy mop, and there was a new confidence in his stance. His grin was the same though, wide and welcoming, as he threw his arms around you in a bear hug. "You made it," he exclaimed, slapping you on the back. "Come on, let's get you settled in."

You followed him inside, the coolness of the house a relief after the sweltering heat outside. The interior was surprisingly bright, with sunlight streaming in through the large windows and bouncing off the gleaming hardwood floors. There was a faint scent of lemon in the air, hinting at recent cleaning efforts. Pietro led you to the kitchen, where a woman was unloading a box of dishes and glasses.

"Hope you don't mind, but I asked sis to help," Pietro said as you both walked into the room. She was stunning, with her hair pulled back in a messy bun and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. She looked up and offered a warm smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Welcome to Foxwood," she said, extending a hand. "I'm Wanda, your new neighbor and occasional pain in the ass." You took her hand, feeling the electricity between you. Her grip was firm, her eyes a piercing green that seemed to see right through you as they ran up and down your body.

"Thanks," you managed to reply, trying to play it cool despite the sudden surge of butterflies in your stomach. "I'm Y/N. I guess I'll be the new girl in town." You sent her a dashing smile before Pietro interrupted.

"Wands moved before I was able to introduce you two when we were in high school. Too quick to get the fuck out of Westview," he laughed, coming behind his sister and draping an arm around her shoulders. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully and shrugged his arm off.

"I don't blame her," you laugh, catching her glance back over at you. "Westview is a shithole."

Wanda arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Tell me something I don't know," she said, her voice light and teasing.

"Well, Wands," Pietro started, a knowing smirk on his face. "This one seemed to run every woman or daughter out of town. She's always been a little bit of a player."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the playfulness replaced with curiosity. "Is that so?" she said, leaning against the counter. "And what brings you to Foxwood, dare I ask?"

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words. "A new job," you replied, your voice a bit too high-pitched for your liking. "And a chance to get away from all that drama. Start fresh."

Wanda nodded, studying you with those piercing eyes. "Well, I'm sure you'll fit right in here. Everyone loves a good redemption story," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone. "And if you need anything, I'm just next door. Now, if you don't mind, I need to head home and get ready for dinner with Agatha." she turned, hugging Pietro before throwing the towel on her shoulder into the sink.

Pietro rolled his eyes. "That old hag?" he teased, earning a playful elbow from his sister.

"She's younger than me, Piet. If that is what you think of her, I would hate to know what you think of little old me."

Pietro's cheeks flushed red, but he chuckled it off, slapping his sister on the shoulder. "Wands, you know I didn't mean it like that. I love you, I'm morally obligated to." he laughed, shying away as she punched him in the chest.

"Ass!" she smirked, turning to you. "Y/N, it was a pleasure, albeit a brief one. I'm just next door if you need any help."

Her eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, leaving you with a strange mix of excitement and nerves. You nodded. "Thanks, Wanda. I'll keep that in mind." You flashed her another smile, moving out of her way so she could walk away from you and Pietro, and you watched as she left.

"No, Y/N. Just...No." Piet's voice cut through the air as you watched her leave. "Don't mess with Wanda," he warned, his eyes serious. "She's had enough bullshit in her life without you bringing your Westview drama here."

You shrugged, trying to play it off. "I'm not planning on messing with anyone, Pete," you said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Just here to work and keep my head down." But as you took a sip, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his words. You had a history, and it wasn't exactly squeaky clean.

The rest of the day was spent unpacking boxes and getting the house in order. The place had good bones, but it was clear that the previous owners hadn't put much effort into the upkeep. There were cobwebs in the corners and a layer of dust that had to be thick enough to write your name in. But every time you looked outside and saw the picturesque street, you felt a flicker of hope that this could be your fresh start. Pietro helped you move everything that was left in the truck inside and took it back for you before he went home for the night.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a warm orange glow, you finally finished setting up the living room. You flopped onto the couch, letting out a sigh of relief that was quickly interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. It was Wanda, dressed in a simple sundress that made her look like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. Her eyes ran up and down your exhausted, sweaty frame, you were in just a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Once she made eye contact with you again, she smiled. "Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, holding up a tray of food. "I figured you'd be too tired to cook."

Her smile was infectious, and before you knew it, you were inviting her inside. The tray was filled with a mouthwatering assortment of dishes that smelled heavenly—roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables. "Wow, this is amazing," you said, your stomach rumbling. "Thank you so much."

Wanda waved off your gratitude with a casual flick of her wrist. "It's the least I could do," she said, setting the tray down on the kitchen counter. "I know moving can be a real bitch."

You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in her presence. She had an air of confidence that you hadn't seen in a long time, something you had lost amidst the parties and one-night stands back in Westview. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered every time she was near, telling yourself that this was just friendship, and Pietro's older sister- nothing more. But as you watched her unpack the Tupperware containers, her slender fingers moving with purpose, you found it harder and harder to keep that thought in your head.

"Here you go," she set everything out, all you had to do was serve yourself. "You can bring me the containers whenever," she said, before heading back to the door. "Have a good night." she winked before turning to walk out the door.

"Thank you," you called after her, watching as she stepped back into the warm embrace of the evening. The door clicked shut, leaving you with the tantalizing smell of the food and a sudden feeling of loneliness.

You filled a plate, the aroma making your mouth water as you took a bite of the chicken. It was tender and perfectly seasoned, the taste exploding on your tongue. You had to admit, that Wanda had skills in the kitchen. You took your dinner to the porch, the swing groaning under your weight as you sat down. The evening air was cooler now, and the street was silent except for the occasional distant laughter of children playing in the twilight. With the slight breeze that was cooling everything off, you decided to open some windows, and allow the house to air out some.

As you sat there, you couldn't shake the feeling that Wanda had left you with. You had never felt so...seen by someone before. It was as if she knew all your secrets just by looking at you. But you weren't about to let that ruin your first night in your new home. You had a job to start in the morning, and you needed to be well-rested. So, you finished your meal and decided to rest, getting yourself ready for bed.

The night passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun was peeking through the windows, signaling the start of a new day. You dragged yourself out of bed and into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the last of your weariness. As you toweled off, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you looked like a stranger—tired eyes and a rumpled expression that told a story of a life lived hard and fast. You vowed to change that, starting now.

You threw on some clean clothes and headed downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee wafting from the kitchen. The house was eerily quiet without the clamor of boxes and the banter with Pietro. Thankful that you remembered to set the timer to the coffee pot, you opened the cabinets until you found the one that your coffee mugs had been put into. You poured a glass of the liquid, putting just a hint of sugar in it and taking a swig.

As you sipped, you glanced out the kitchen window to see Wanda's car parked in her driveway. A part of you was relieved she was home; the thought of seeing her again made your heart race. Another part was nervous. You didn't want to give her any reason to think that you were the same old you. You were here for a new start, after all. You stacked up the now clean containers that she had brought you dinner in and neatly put them in a bag before getting yourself ready for work.

You stepped out of the house, the cool morning air kissing your cheeks and making you feel alive. You walked over to Wanda's house, the bag of containers swinging at your side. As you approached the door, you took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had suddenly taken over your body. You knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet street.

The door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting shirt that still managed to hug her curves in all the right places. Her hair was down today, cascading over her shoulders in gentle waves. She looked surprised to see you but quickly composed herself. "Morning," she said, her voice a little raspy from sleep.

"Sorry, I know it's early. I wanted to give these back before I forgot." You handed her the bag of containers, trying not to stare at the way the morning light kissed her skin.

Wanda took the bag, a small smile playing on her lips. "No worries, I'm usually up early. I appreciate it." She stepped aside, gesturing for you to come in. "Would you like some coffee?"

You shook your head, gesturing to the cup sitting on top of your car. "No, thank you though, and dinner was delicious."

Wanda nodded, her eyes lingering on you for a moment too long before she turned away to set the bag by what you assumed was the entrance to her kitchen. "You're more than welcome, Y/N. Pietro said you're starting work today?"

"Yeah, I am," you replied, your eyes following her as she walked inside and then came back to the door.

"I guess I should have guessed," she insinuated, motioning to the suit you were now wearing. "What do you do, again?"

You took a deep breath, your nerves starting to rise in front of this ethereal woman. "I'm an architect," you said proudly. "Starting at the new firm downtown."

Wanda's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, really?" she leaned against the doorframe. "That's cool."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit more at ease. "I'm hoping to make a name for myself here, maybe even start my own firm one day."

Wanda nodded, her eyes thoughtful. "Well, Foxwood's definitely growing. Could use some fresh designs to spruce the place up," she said with a smile.

You nod, looking down at your watch, realizing you were really cutting it close. "I should get going, I don't want to be late on my first day," you said, taking a step back. "Thank you, Wanda." you smile, stepping backward as you walk toward your car.

"Good luck," she called after you, her voice soothing and genuine. You smiled, before turning around to walk the rest of the way to your waiting Audi. You grabbed the coffee off the roof, settling yourself inside. As you drove off to work, you couldn't help but think back to your brief interactions with Wanda. You had only seen her in pictures, and she certainly grew into her looks.

The office was bustling when you arrived, and the air was thick with the scent of ambition and freshly brewed coffee. You were greeted by your new boss, Mr. Castillo, a man with a firm handshake and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He walked you around, introducing you to the team. Each person you met offered a polite nod and a murmur of welcome, but you could feel the underlying curiosity—who was this new face that had strutted into their well-established dynamic?

The first few days were a blur of paperwork, meetings, and getting acquainted with the projects you'd be working on. You threw yourself into your work, eager to prove that you weren't just a pretty face from Westview. You had skills, and you were here to use them. You found yourself working late, working out, eating small meals, and sleeping. It was this same schedule, on repeat. Before you knew it, Friday was upon you, and Pietro was calling.

"Come out with me tonight," he begged. "You've been holed up in that house and that office all week. You need to live a little. Explore."

"Hello to you too, Piet." You chuckled into the phone, leaning back in your chair at the office. The clock on the wall ticked away the final moments of the workday. "But I'm pretty beat. I don't know if I'm up for a night out."

"Come on, it'll be fun," he said, his voice full of excitement. "I've got a surprise for you."

You hesitated, the thought of a surprise from Pietro sending a shiver down your spine. His ideas of fun tended to land you in trouble. "What's the surprise?"

"That defeats the whole point, Y/N. It wouldn't be a surprise if you knew what it was." His laugh was contagious, and despite your exhaustion, you found yourself smiling. "But I promise, it's nothing crazy."

You sighed, knowing that 'not crazy' for Pietro was still a relative term. But his enthusiasm was infectious, and the thought of letting loose after a week of intense focus was tempting. "Alright, fine," you conceded. "Where and when?"

The whoop of excitement on the other end of the line had you shaking your head. "I'll text you the details!" he yelled before hanging up, knowing you would change your mind if given the chance.

The day dragged on, but the anticipation of the night ahead kept you going. When you finally clocked out, you drove home with a mix of excitement and dread. You knew that going out with Pietro meant you would be meeting new people, and while you weren't necessarily a hermit, you were trying to turn a new page. You threw your coat onto the bench by the door, before stalking upstairs to your room. You sat down on the edge of your bed, peeling your dress shoes off your feet before undoing your tie. As you began to undress, you caught a glimpse of the woman next door. The elder Maximoff, lounged by the pool in her backyard, reading a book in a bikini.

The sight made your thoughts run wild, and your mouth went dry. You tried to shake it off, but the image of Wanda in that bikini was burned into your mind. You decided you needed to hop in the shower, so you quickly turned to get undressed and threw your work shirts into the laundry bin that would soon go to the dry cleaners.

As the hot water cascaded down your body, you couldn't help but replay the moments you had already with Wanda. You felt a stirring in your chest that was unfamiliar, a mix of attraction and something deeper. But you pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. You had a night out to get ready for, and you needed to be on your best behavior. You couldn't have any distractions, especially not from your best friend's sister.

After a quick shower and a change into a black deep-cut tee, black jeans, and a leather jacket, you checked your phone to find the details of the night's plans. "Meet me at The Den at 8," the text from Pietro read. You had just enough time to grab a bite to eat and mentally prepare yourself. You grabbed a granola bar from your snack cabinet and chugged a bottle of water, looking out the back window as you ate the aforementioned snack.

Deciding you would take the bike out instead, you put your helmet on before starting your blacked-out Harley. You smiled at the feel of the familiar rumble between your legs, and made your way out of the garage, propping it up on the kickstand before walking back to shut the garage door.

"Be careful, Y/N," Wanda called out from her porch as you climbed onto your bike. She had changed into a short, floral dress that highlighted her toned legs and a pair of sandals that made you wonder if she had ever worn shoes that weren't designer. You nodded, giving her a subtle salute as you accelerated down the street past her house.

The sun had already set by the time you pulled into the crowded parking lot of 'The Den', a popular local hangout spot. The music thumped in the distance, a bass that you could feel in your chest. The anticipation grew as you stepped off of the bike, straightening your jacket and running a hand through your hair. It had been a while since you'd been out, and the idea of a night free from the constraints of your new life was exhilarating.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of spilled drinks and cheap perfume. The lights were dim, and the dance floor was packed with bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. You spotted Pietro at the bar, his tall frame making him easy to find in the sea of people. He waved you over, a wide grin on his face. "You made it!" he shouted over the noise.

"Barely," you said, sliding onto the barstool next to him. He passed you a beer, already cold and sweating. "What's the plan?"

Pietro leaned in, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "First, we grab a drink or two. Then, I introduce you to the Foxwood nightlife."

You took a swig of the beer, the cold liquid sliding down your throat, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to go back to your old ways, so this night was going to be a challenge. But as you scanned the room, you reminded yourself that you had changed. You weren't that person anymore. You were here to build a future, not rehash the past.

The first few hours were surprisingly tame. You talked with some of the locals, who were surprisingly welcoming despite your outsider status. They asked about your job and your life back in Westview, and you kept your answers vague, not wanting to dredge up any drama. You danced a bit, but it was more about the music than the flirtation. And every time you felt a pair of eyes on you, you couldn't help but look over at the door, expecting to see Wanda walk in.

"Okay, Maximoff. Out with it. What is this "surprise" you drug me out of my cozy night for?" you shouted over the music, now feeling the effects of your beverage choices cloud your brain.

Pietro leaned in, his smile growing wider. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass. He looped his arm around your neck, dragging you out of the bar you were at, and walking you down the street to another. "Welcome to heaven, Y/N." he motioned as you walked up to a padded door, the door swinging open as a bouncer checked your ID. The overwhelming scent of booze and perfume struck you, a remixed version of Deftones pumping through the speakers.

You walked in, Pietro high-fiving some people he clearly knew. "Welcome to Velvet, Y/N." Piet gestured around, the purple and red neon casting a dull shadow among all the dancers on thier platforms, and all in various states of undress. You felt like this could be trouble, but you had agreed to this night out, so you followed him through the sea of bodies to the VIP section. There was a table with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses already waiting. "You know how to pick your spots, Piet," you said, taking a seat.

"Isn't it great?" he smiled, his eyes dancing back and forth from one dancer to another.

You nodded, trying to keep your focus on the conversation and not on the... distractions around you. "It's... different from what I expected," you shouted back. His eyebrow shot up, a look of doubt on his face.

"Don't tell me you've gone completely soft on me, Y/N. You would have been all over a metal strip club like this a few years ago." He said, pouring you a glass of whiskey.

You took the glass with a nod, trying to keep your cool as you surveyed the scene around you. The music was loud, the lights were strobing, and the dancers were... mesmerizing. "I'm trying to not be the playboy me anymore, Piet."

He laughed, leaning over to you. "Just because you don't wanna be a fuckboy anymore, doesn't mean you need to be boring." He nudged you, his eyes still on the dancers. "Besides, I own this place," he stated, in the most nonchalant way possible.

"Excuse me?" You turned to him, questioning if you heard him correctly.

"Yeah, you heard me. I own this." he winked as one of the dancers pulled him into the back.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. This wasn't what you had in mind when you agreed to go out. But before you could do anything, a figure caught your eye. Wanda. Dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, her hair cascading down in long, auburn waves, she looked like she didn't belong in this place. You felt your heart drop as she moved through the crowd, her eyes searching for something—or someone. She finally came up to someone, another woman, sitting with her at the table.

"Pietro, seriously?" you muttered under your breath, watching as he took the stage with one of the dancers, throwing money around like it was confetti. You watched as he threw himself at one of the dancers, Wanda laughing and shaking her head at his antics before he was pulled off the stage by another dancer.

"Don't worry, he does this every time he brings someone new to Velvet." A waitress dressed in a skimpy dress said as she came to grab your empty glasses. She had a pixie cut, green eyes, and a piercing smile. "I'm Natasha, by the way," she offered a hand.

"Y/N." you smiled, shaking hers in response.

"How do you know Pietro?" she asked, sitting down across from you.

"High school friends," you replied, watching as Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother's showmanship. She nodded, her gaze following yours. "He said he had a surprise for me tonight. I guess telling me he owned a strip club was the surprise." you laugh, shaking your head as you take another sip of your beer.

"Well, he does love to make an entrance," Natasha chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But he's a good guy, really. Really good boss. One of the best I've had."

You nodded, trying to keep your eyes from wandering back to Wanda. "Yeah, he's... something else," you said, your voice trailing off as you watched her. Natasha followed your gaze and smirked. "So, you're here to see the show, huh?"

"More like I'm here to keep an eye on him," you admitted, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "And maybe unwind a bit."

Natasha leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, if you're looking to unwind, I can give you the VIP tour.”

You sat, thinking as the woman stood before you. "Sure. Why the fuck not?" You smiled, deciding that Piet was right. You really needed to let loose.

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